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A/n - this will likely be a series! Much like my old (now archived) Spencer Reid x autistic reader one! This one’s quite short but let me know if you want more! (Not proofread)
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You were hiding out in a recording studio, chan having booked it so you had a place to go when they were busy and you didn’t want to follow Minho around.
You were trying to work on your art, concentrating on something normally helped you from getting so overwhelmed by everything but today it just seemed to make it worse.
The heat, the noises, the people all around even while you were hidden in the small room was overwhelming, you felt like you could hear every single noise on the floor and without your headphones you couldn’t filter anything out.
You knew you were going to have a meltdown soon, everything felt sharp and the noises were getting too much, you just wanted to be out of here.
You don’t realise you’re standing, opening the door and rushing down the darkened corridor to the stairwell. Your brain going a thousand miles an hour with one real goal, run.
Getting outside felt no better, in the open street on the too hot day meant there were crowds and you couldn’t avoid them, you dart into the first side street you find, not caring where it’ll lead you just that it’s away, darker, quieter.
Eventually your body is exhausted, you can’t get any further so you tuck yourself into an ally, dark, cold and quiet enough that you could breathe for the first time in hours.
It’s then you realise you weren’t wearing shoes, you’d kicked them off in the studio and never put them on. Then you check, you didn’t have your phone either, no way of contacting anyone.
Your slipping into a panic attack before you realise, your mind catching up with what you did on instinct, how you were down some back ally in Seoul with no shoes, no way of calling for help and probably injured some way you didn’t realise.
Footsteps rushing towards you makes you stand, backing up and running further into the ally. You can hear them shouting but you can’t make out the words as your ears ring louder.
“Jagiya! Stop, it’s me!” The person shouts, getting close enough to wrap a strong arm around your waist as you trip over your feet.
“Jagi, jagi hey it’s me, it’s Minho it’s just me you don’t have to run.” He says, shifting to stand in front of you to block your path.
“Hey, hey eyes kitty, take a breath.” He murmurs, a hand moving up to hold your jaw and tilt your head up till you look at him.
“I know everything’s overwhelming, but you’re safe. We’re going to go home now, can I pick you up?” You can’t form words and he knows it so he takes the small nod you give him as all the permission he needs to pull you up, encouraging you gently to wrap your legs around him.
“Chan-ah is going to drive us home. You don’t have to do anything just stay with me and breathe kitty.” He comforts, a hand resting on your head as he reaches the car and guides you inside slowly, not letting go of his hold on you despite how awkward it was to get in.
Eventually your settled in the back leaning on Minho with your head buried in his neck, relaxing slowly as his hand traces patterns up and down your spine but you still can’t get your mouth to form words as your eyes slip closed.
“That’s it jagi, just sleep.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss against your hair and smiling when he felt you fall slowly into sleep against him.
He manages to get you upstairs without waking you, settling you on the bed slowly before standing and setting up the room as you liked, especially after a meltdown.
He grabbed a new hoodie and sweats to change you into quickly, removing your clothes gently so he didn’t wake you, frowning as he looked over the cute and scraped over your legs knowing he would have to help you clean them up when you were awake, not something you would take well even if you’d calmed down.
Once he had the fresh clothes on you he slotted himself behind you, arm wrapping protectively around your waist so he would know if you moved away from him.
When you pull your eyes open next you realise you’re at home, curled closely against Minhos chest in your shared bed.
He’d dimmed the lights on a soft purple, leaving a playlist playing low from the speaker so there wasn’t too much or too little noise for you when you woke up.
That’s when you take stock of your body, stinging pains across your feet and legs and every muscle painfully sore when you try to stretch.
“Your okay kitty, how do you feel now?” Minho breaks the silence, letting you stay buried against him.
You tap him three times, still exhausted even after you’d slept.
“I need to disinfect the cuts baby and we need to shower and eat, what do you want to do first.” He asks gently, tipping your head up so he could look at you properly.
Your face must give away you want to do none of them, all you really want is to do is sleep and he knows it.
“Let me clean your cuts, I’ll order us food and we can shower later hm?” He offers and it doesn’t sound terrible so you nod, you don’t have to move for now and that’s what you really want.
Cw - allusions to smut, allusions to abuse / mistreatment , a/b/o dynamics , crying & panic attacks, various nicknames (no use of y/n) , angst / fluff / comfort , there may be more I missed
A/n - not proofread! I’m not entirely happy with it so it may be up for individual rewrites sometime but enjoy these drabbles for now!
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Bangchan
You wake up in a haze, you can’t get your eyes to focus properly and a headaches already set in despite being awake thirty second. Your heat you remember, further reminded by the sticky slick between your legs already leaking.
“Fuck.” Your murmur, stumbling your way to the bathroom, trying to ignore your brain as it screams for an alpha, your alpha.
You have your boyfriend, you’d even talked about your boundaries over your heats but the idea of calling him, filled you with embarrassment.
You decide to try and settle in your nest, mostly made of Chan’s clothes and blankets with a few items from the other members of his pack stolen by your request, you’d spent so much time around them they became a comfort to your omega.
Your eyes fall shut as you bring a sweater of his to your nose, you know it won’t last long before your woken up by your heat again but you’ll take what you can get.
The next time you’re awake you can barely move, muscles tight and fever heating your skin you feel awful.
Your thoughts are filled with images of chan taking you, knotting you till you’re full of his pups, using your body till you can’t take anymore like an alpha should.
Blearily reaching for your phone you hit dial on his contact without a second thought, his voice making you whine when he picks up.
“Is my pretty little omega in heat hm? Do you want alpha to come stay baby?” You can hear him trying to suppress his laugh down the line as you whine again in reply, far from coherent at this point. All you wanted, needed was him and he wasn’t here.
“Stay where you are sweetheart, Alpha won’t be long I promise.” He murmurs, reassuring you before he leaves you in the quiet of your nest, that you move to rearrange so he will be pleased when he gets to see it.
Chan clearing his throat makes you jump, turning to see him standing in the doorway with nearly all of his clothes off. “Here omega, wanna finish your nest before I get in?” He asks gently, holding out the hoodie and sweats he’d clearly just taken off.
You nod, eyes going wide as you all but snatch the items from him and turn back to your nest. You can do this part, make Alpha happy and he will take care of you.
Eventually your happy with it, your omega keening for your alphas praise. “Alpha alpha alpha inside, please.” You turn, grabbing for him and nearly tripping over yourself in the attempt.
“Easy baby I’m coming, such a good nest for us, such a good omega for me.” He soothes, laying on the praise as he settled you next to him in the nest.
Lee know
You were supposed to call him the second your pre heat started, your boyfriend was locked away in the studio recording and practicing for the next comeback, giving you very specific instructions to call him if and when your heat started.
Instead you were on day two of your heat, restless and feeling awful, your omega crying out for your alpha as the physical affects of not having him around were hitting full force.
You hear your phone ringing somewhere, blindly grabbing for it and pressing the answer button. “Alpha?” You answer, almost shy.
“Oh shit, Minho get your ass to your omegas like yesterday, I’m pretty sure she’s in heat” You hear a voice reply, clearly not your alpha. Chan you think as the line goes dead.
You whimper, your omega crying over the perceived rejection of an alpha. You didn’t know what to do with yourself as you lay quietly in your nest, shuffling items round till the ones with the most of his scent were near your face.
“Omega? hey I’m here. Alphas here I’m not going anywhere.” Minhos voice brings you out of your crying, you didn’t even realise you were as his hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing the tears away.
“Can I come in? Want alpha to lay down with you till you feel better baby?” He barley finishes the question before your grabbing for him, pulling on the hem of his sweater to bring him inside the nest.
“Hey, hey shh I’m right here no need to drag me jagiya.” He laughs, wrapping an arm around your waist so you both wouldn’t fall.
“Nest, inside.” You mumble, words slurred as you calm down with his presence, your omega purring as he shifts you both till your inside, scents surrounding you both easing you further into your hazy state.
Changbin
Your heat hit early, no pre heat to warn you either and with your boyfriend, your mated alpha, out on tour you felt like you were dying.
You swore you weren’t due for another week, after he was back at the same time of his rut. It was supposed to be the first you’d spent together as mates but apparently your body didn’t get the memo.
You tried the painkillers, toys, scented clothes but nothing helped, the only thing you wanted was your alpha and he wasn’t here. It left you distraught, unable to even make a real nest. You knew logically he was coming back but the omega inside you wailed about how alpha has abandoned you, he was gone and not coming back.
“Bunny? Baby you- oh fuck.” Changbins voice breaks through your otherwise quiet room, your soft sobs the only thing audible as your sour scent took over the apartment.
You haven’t registered him, the scent suppressant not having worn off meaning you couldn’t smell him and in your heat drop brain you couldn’t hear him either.
“Shit fuck, tripple fuck bun I promise I’ll be right there give me two seconds.” He says, not sure if you can hear him right now anyway as he steps out to call chan, informing him of the situation quickly before rushing around to grab the supplies he got for your heat.
“Bun, hey alphas here now.” He soothes, stepping closer to the bed with his wrist held out close to your nose so you could smell his scent now he’d washed off the blocker.
“Alpha?” You ask, as if you’re unsure he’s real, so far dropped it hurts his chest to look at you. “Alpha left, didn’t think he was coming back.”
“Alpha will always come back, always. What can I do to make you feel better omega?” He asks, using your titles over nicknames to try to comfort your omega alongside his Alpha.
Instead of an answer you bite his scent gland and pull him towards you slowly till he gets the message and presses himself on top of you, nosing at your scent glands, licking and biting till your cries had stopped and your breaths evened out.
Hyunjin
“Easy, easy baby I’m here, right here love.” Hyunjin shushes you, holding you against his chest as if you were made of glass.
It was your first heat, ever, you’d finally stopped your heat suppressants that you’d been taking since you were a child and now your first heat was hitting in your twenties.
“Where do you wanna nest muse? I’ve got all the stuff for you to set up a nest here.” He murmurs, pressing a kiss to your hair before you pull away, rushing off down the hall without him to make your nest.
It’s then you realise you’d never actually made a nest, you weren’t taught how to either. The realisation nearly bringing you to tears as you looked at the bag of nesting items and the bare bed.
“Hey, hey what’s wrong baby? What’s upsetting my perfect little omega hm?” He asks, stepping into the room and wrapping himself against your back.
“I- I don’t know how to do it. Want to be good for Alpha but I can’t.” You cry, overwhelmed already.
“Shh muse, breathe for me little one. Here do you want Alpha to help start it? You can change it however you want.” He suggests gently, he knew how to set up a basic nest thanks to Felix but he’d never made one for you.
“Please alpha, help.” You almost whisper, tears still streaming down your face as he moves you both so you can sit in the middle of the bed, leaving him to stand and shift through the items in the bag.
Slowly he starts, holding out different items for you to feel before placing them on the bed, praising you when you shift them around to your liking.
Eventually it’s done, enough for now to satisfy you anyway. “Good, good job sweetheart so good for me with such a pretty nest for my pretty omega.” He breathes against you as he pulls you against his chest within the nest.
Han
Waking up to slick dripping between your legs wasn’t apart of your plan, you were supposed to go to Jisungs place for the week but apparently your own biology was against the idea.
You’d talked about spending your next heat with him in depth, you’d also joined him for his latest rut and it had gone better than you expected, even in his more primal state.
But you were still wary of alphas during your heat, you hadn’t had one good experience with them before Jisung, especially not during your heats.
You decide against calling him, sending a text to chan so he can tell Jisung you’re not coming over before trying to settle yourself in a nest lacking in any well scented material.
You fall back asleep eventually , you don’t know for how long but you wake up already in tears, anxious and in a fog you can’t break out of. You know it’s your heat but it feels a hundred times worse.
Mentally your omega is spiraling, you spending Jisungs rut with him left you bonded to him in a way you weren’t before, leaving you worse off now as your omega called for your alpha.
“Call jisung.” You tell your phone, fumbling for the device as the line starts ringing.
“Hey jagi, I’m just at the studio recording so I’ll call you back in an hour, love you!” His voice calms you for a moment, until the line goes dead and you realise he did infact hang up on you.
That hurts, more than it probably should. The fact he would call you back ignored as your mind swirls with the fact your alpha rejected you, rejected you in your heat.
Alpha doesn’t want you. Your too gross when your in heat. You can’t even be a good omega for him and make a good nest, why would he want you?
You don’t notice who’s calling when your phone buzzes again, you don’t even realise you’d accidentally clicked answer instead of send to voicemail, the person at the other end of the line hearing the full extent of your heat addled panic attack.
“Mouse? Hey you okay?” Someone asks, Minho you’d realise later. “Jisungah is coming, he’s on his way back from the studio. Can you hear me?”
You can’t, too focused on the perceived rejection as you cry, you can’t even take a full breath in as you slip into a drop, alone.
The line clicks off again at some point but you don’t notice, trying to find anything with enough of Jisungs scent to calm you down even a fraction before you lost yourself entirely.
You stress and shift around, messing up the nest you’d worked on just hours ago. Nothing has enough of his scent to mask your own rotten one invading your nostrils.
You don’t notice how long it’s been, or hear Jisung come through the door carrying something heavy as he makes his way to your room, not even when he clears his throat and tries to talk to you. Too far gone to make sense of anything but that your alpha rejected you.
Then a weights on top of you, gently pressing your wrists away from your neck and down onto the bed before teeth nip at your scent gland. “Im here, im here breathe for me honey. Alphas right here.” His voice vibrates against your chest, his scent pushing out to surround you with it till you could practically choke on it.
“Baby you have to breath, just like me honey.” He tries again, taking an exaggerated breath in slowly so you could feel it against you. “I won’t leave you again, your safe jagiya.”
“No! Alpha left, bad omega I’m sorry!” You cry, not understanding still just blind with panic. “I’m sorry Alpha please, I’ll do better.” You whimper when he freezes in place, taking his silence as a negative.
“Omega, slow down. You weren’t bad, you could never be bad for Alpha. Always so good for Me. Here, see I’m right here with you.” He murmurs, smoothing the hair away from your neck before dipping down to bite on your gland properly. A last resort move to force you into taking a breath, to listen to him properly.
“Al-alpha?” You ask like you still hadn’t registered him, despite his teeth gently holding onto your neck still and it’s like a switch is flipped, your breath stutters and you take a real breath. “Good? Good for alpha?” You ask, calming down as he licks and bites as the glands either side of your neck, thumbs smoothing over the ones on your wrist.
“Yeah, yeah such a good omega for me.” He sighs softly against your skin before licking at you again, even as your breathing slowed. “My perfect girl.” Mumbled against your neck as your eyes slip closed, exhaustion and safety dragging you into an easy sleep knowing he was here now, that he wouldn’t leave you again.
Felix
“Shh angel, I’ve got you. You’ll be okay it’s just your heat starting.” Felix murmurs against your ear as you toss and turn in your half asleep state, skin heating up as sweat drenched you.
You’d been through a heat only once and never with Felix, everything was overwhelming and you couldn’t make sense of the words in your head just that he was here, your alpha wasn’t going anywhere.
“Do you want to make a nest for us baby?” He asks a while later, suppressing his laughter when you shoot up from his hold around your waist and nearly topple out of the bed in your rush to grab the blankets and clothes from the basket.
“Easy love, you want me to sit here?” He asks gently as you grab items and arrange them on the bed, creating it around him quickly and handing him things to scent more here and there when something wasn’t to your liking.
“S good alpha?” You ask eventually, admiring the nest quickly before hopping inside, curling into Felix’s chest as he lays you both back down.
“So good baby, did such a good job for us sunshine, so perfect for me.” He speaks against your ear, licking at the scent gland on your neck slowly before allowing you to do the same to him.
Seungmin
“Pup? Hey what’s wrong?” Seungmin asks, kneeling down in the small space of the corner you’d pressed yourself into.
“Al-alpha.” You whine, your heat muddling your brain leaving you only semi coherent as he brings a hand up to your face.
Realisation dawns across his face “Shit, alright pup your okay. We are gonna go home and then you can nest and I’ll take care of you.” He soothes, motioning to the others for help getting you out of the building.
“I’m gonna pick you up, then we’ll get in the car to go home okay?” He doesn’t wait for an answer, pulling you up and into his arms, a blanket wrapping around your shoulders thick with the scents of everyone to mask your heat.
You bury yourself against him, mouthing at his scent glands gently, not biting without his permission as he takes you from the studio to the car, then the car to his apartment securely in his arms not letting go for a moment.
The second the door shuts to your bedroom he lets you down, allowing you to create a new nest for your heat, handing you clothes and blankets covered in his scent every so often until you’re satisfied, dragging him into the middle.
“Happy pup? Such a good nest for us, always so good for me.” His praise lights you up and you begin to purr when he starts to lick and bite along your neck, a sound he relishes in as he holds you closer.
Jeongin
To say you felt lost felt like an understatement, you were in heat without any contact from your alpha. You couldn’t make a nest, eat or sleep properly too distracted by the lack of jeongin.
He promised he would be home from tour three days ago, then sent a text telling you that him and some of his hometown friends were going to hang out for the week and you’d given him the okay, thinking you could just deal with your heat alone.
You didn’t realise how bad you would feel, how much your omega would cry and how much pain you would be in.
You torment yourself, logic battling against your instincts as you try to get through it, your heat lasting longer than normal only making things worse.
Hard knocks pounding at your door urgently startled you, scaring you into hiding under the bed. Your chest heaves as tears stream down your face your omega screaming about a possible alpha smelling you through the door and trying to get you.
“Baby? Fuck shit fuck, love where are you it’s me, it’s just me.” Jeongin calls out to deaf ears, searching through the apartment to find you, not able to follow your scent properly with the way it’s taken over the apartment.
“Omega, hey call out for me, I’m here now, alphas here.” He tries, walking into your bedroom to spot the empty messed up nest.
“Baby? Hey you in here?” He asks again, getting down to the floor to peer under the bed, seeing you pressed as far back as you could get into the corner in a small ball.
You still can’t breath, your scent pumping out sour and scared still as you fail to recognise your boyfriend in the haze of panic.
He tries to talk you down, slow and soft but it doesn’t work, minutes tick by and he only gets more worried for you, he had no idea you were in heat, let alone this deep in your more primal headspace leaving you terrified and lost.
“Omega, come here.” The command feels sour in his throat as he uses his alpha voice but you move, shifting out from under the bed quickly to sit In front of him with your head bowed, chest still stuttering with each breath and tears still tracking quickly down your face.
You’re submitting, submitting in your heat without realising it’s him, that you’re safe, that he’s here for you now and it breaks his heart.
“It’s me, it’s alpha baby, come here.” He murmurs, pressing his wrist to your lips till they parted and you could bite down on his gland, his hand cupping your jaw to close it around his wrist and force you to bite.
“Shh, that’s it good girl, good omega for me I just need you to breathe and look at me love.” He murmurs, smoothing the hair away from your face as your breathing slows. He knows you’re starting to recognise him but he doesn’t want to scare you again.
You whine, still biting on his gland you move closer, careful as you shift into his lap as if you were waiting for rejection.
“That’s it, that’s it good girl. Can I bite you baby?” He asks gently, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer easily when you nod gently.
He licks at the gland on your neck slowly before biting down as you whimper, relaxing against his body quickly. He shifts you easily so he could pick you up and into the messed up nest, not removing his teeth from your neck.
Eventually he pulls away as your teeth leave him, your chest no longer heaving underneath him and the tears no longer streaming down your face. “Theres my pretty girl, I’m so sorry for leaving you like this baby.” He murmurs, turning your head so you can meet his lips in a soft kiss.
“I’m so so sorry.” He whispers as he pulls away, thumb running over your wrist slowly as he looks at you properly, still clearly far away but happier, knowing he was here now settled you down into a calmer headspace, still running on instinct but no longer terrified.
“Alpha, nest?” You ask quiet, almost shy as if you were waiting for permission, only moving when he gives it, insisting you could do whatever you wanted now, that he wanted you to be comfortable he didn’t need you to submit to him like that anymore.
“Good girl, such a good girl for listening too alpha. You do whatever makes you happy baby I’m right here.” He encourages, removing his hoodie then his sweats so you could add them to the pile.
Skz guys and their reactions to finding out no guy has been able to make you c*m before
C/w - unprotected sex , mentions of past relationships (allusions to abuse & shitty exes v lightly) , oral (f! & m! Rec) , shy!reader , many nicknames! , no use of y/n
A/n - I may do extended versions if people like this! I’ve tried to keep read descriptions to a minimum! Also do we like this sort of style? I’ve found it much easier to write personally so if we like them I’ll probably do more! ( NOT proof read)
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Bangchan
It was a normal evening, curled up on the couch with your boyfriend of two months talking about anything and nothing. You’d somehow ended up talking about your exes when you mentioned how none of them had been able to make you get off and most hadn’t even bothered trying.
“Wait, wait baby are you saying no one’s been able to make you feel good?” He shifts around so you’re facing him. You can’t miss the surprise and confusion written all over his face.
“Well I mean, yeah? They never really bothered and I could just, entertain myself later anyway so I didn’t really care.” You say as if it were obvious, like that was normal to you.
“Honey, a man’s first priority in bed should be you. He should want to make you feel good before he even thinks about getting himself off.” He murmurs, holding your face with his hands as if trying to convey how much he meant it. “God, they say you want too baby I’m gonna make you feel so good, show you what a lover really should be.”
You dont know if he really meant to say the last part out loud. You were sort of aware that chan was waiting on you to ask for him but the relationship still felt new, so different to your old ones so you didn’t quite know how, till now atleast.
“What if I want you to show me now channie?” Your voice comes out softer, less teasing than you wanted too. “Please?” You add, watching his expression darken and his eyes dilate as they trace over your body.
You knew it was sort of revealing, nothing underneath your tiny shorts and Chan’s hoodie. You already felt naked under his gaze but he didn’t give you time to start getting insecure.
“If your sure babygirl, I want you to be ready not just because I want too. I don’t care how long.” His voice drops as his face moves closer to yours, lips so close to yours your feel slightly insane with the tension.
“Want you to make me feel good chan.” The words left barley your mouth before he was crashing his lips to yours, tongue invading your mouth when you gasped.
You let him pick you up, legs wrapping around him as his hands grip your ass, mouths still connected as he carries you over to his all to large bed. “I’m gonna make you feel so good doll, I’ll ruin you for anyone else.” He murmurs when he lets you pull away for air, shifting you in his arms so he could mouth and bite at your neck.
“Want that chan, want you please.” You beg, letting your hips cant against his abs in desperate search of friction. You don’t miss the groan and the way his hands grip you harder when you tug on his hair and relish in his reaction.
“I know honey, I’ll give it to you, don’t need to beg for it honey not with me.” He mumbles against your cheek as he follows you down onto the bed, pinning you into place underneath him. “I’ll give you so many you won’t remember your name tomorrow.”
Lee know
“Jagiya, come back to me please.” Minho murmurs into your ear. He had you caged under him on your bed, soft purple LEDs glowing on the cealing the only light as you and him made out like horny teenagers.
“I’m here min.” You answer, turning your head to connect your lips again.
“What you thinking about jagi? Where’s my kitty getting lost when I’m trying to make her feel good.” You can feel the need for his reassurance under his unwavering voice.
“Just, no one’s ever wanted to or really made me feel good before min.” You explain, hand reaching up to hold his jaw.
His eyes narrow at your statement, putting the peices together and not liking his conclusion. “no one’s tried to make you feel good?” He asks but he doesn’t wait for an answer before connecting your lips again hungrily.
You let him take control, everything he did sent electric through your body as if he already knew exactly how he was going to make you forget your name.
His hands skirted lower, till they were hovering over your bare cunt, the skirt you were wearing hiked up leaving you exposed, something he good full advantage of as he plunged two fingers into your entrance.
His mouth attacked your neck when he pulled away, using his free hand to undo the zipper of your hoodie to reveal you to him. “My kitty wanted this hm? Wearing just a hoodie and skirt with no underwear?” He teases gently before attaching himself to your nipple, toying with the other with his fingers. Still thrusting in and out of your wet heat , thumb rubbing circles against your clit till your legs were shaking around his hand. “Can’t believe no one’s made you feel good before jagiya, I’ll make up for it.” He promises.
Changbin
“Bunny, truth or dare?” Your boyfriend asked across the room, distracting you from your doomscrolling.
“Uh, truth baby.” You answer, hoping you wouldn’t have to move from the nest pile you’d made on the bean bag out of blankets.
“How many guys have made you cum before?” He asks, you can tell he’s serious but you’re still shocked by the question, and partly embarrassed by the answer.
“Um, none bunny, no one’s really cared enough to bother.” You try to laugh it off, especially as his face drops.
Instead of answering he moves over to you, reaching down to pick you up and out of your nest. “Bunny, I was going to give you as many orgasms as other guys had given you, but i guess I’ll set a record I can beat next time.” He holds you carefully as he walks to the bedroom, letting you catch up with his idea as he watches your face.
“O-okay yeah please bin.” You struggled to find your words, all to aware of his hard length pressing against your core. “Want you to make me feel good.”
“I will bunny, strip for me princess.” He murmurs, setting you on the bed so he can slip out of the sweatpants he had on. “I’ll take your clothes off next time, just need to have you and make you feel good right now pretty girl.” He talks as he watches you take yours off and lay back, taking his place with his head between your legs.
Hyunjin
“Love, let me make you feel good please.” Hyunjin groans against your neck, bare hard length pressing against your slit through your panties. You didn’t know when you lost your clothes but you didn’t care.
“Let me make you feel better than anyone else has pretty girl, can I do that?” The way he asks just sends heat straight to your core and you let out a whine when he doesn’t press his lips to yours.
“Jinnie no one’s made me feel good before, want you too.” You murmur, winding your fingers into his hair as you watch his face, shock, confusion then something like determination crossing his features.
“Oh my sweet girl, gorgeous muse you really are perfect. I’ll make you feel so good I promise.” He says and you don’t miss the possession in his voice but he distracts you by shifting your panties lower and pressing his length to the entrance of your heat. “This okay pretty? How do you want me love?” He asks, a hand running along your jaw and down onto your neck, stoping there without applying pressure.
He smiles at you nod, gasping at the feeling of everything going on “please, please Hyunjin need it, need you to make me feel good.” You know you don’t need to beg, one indication you want something he’s always given it too you. And it’s no different now.
“Shh baby, just relax for me love.” He grounds you gently with the hand against your neck and you take a breath. He rewards you with a kiss as he eases himself inside, taking your moans into his mouth as he winds his tongue around yours.
Felix
Felix knew your history, how the men you’d been with before him weren’t good to you in one way or another and it left you scared of them.
He’d let you set the pace of the relationship since the beginning and so now you were here, reading fanfiction of the man sat in the same room as you because you were too nervous to initiate something, despite knowing he would whenever you wanted too.
“Interesting book angel.” His voice breaks you out of the focus you were in and makes you jump. His hand settles over your waist to roll you over to face him when you attempt to hide under the blanket.
“Cmere, don’t be shy with me baby.” He says, guiding you to sit up still refusing to make eye contact. “Angel, look at me.” He guides you to tip your head up towards him and you’re forced to look at him properly.
“I- it’s was nothing.” You stutter, mouth dry as you take him in properly, his blown pupils and already bitten lips making him look all too good in the dim room.
“Nothing? Really sweet girl? You weren’t reading smut fanfiction about me, while I’m right here for you?” You know he’s teasing, his free hand drawing soft patterns along your collarbone and chest.
“You want the real thing to take care of you sweetheart? I promise it’s better than the books.” His hand moves from your jaw to your neck as you nod, guiding you up and out of the bed with the slight pressure.
“That’s it sweet girl, sit here with me.” He murmurs as he sits down and pulls you into his lap, pulling you so close to where you needed him. “My angel needs something hm? I’ll give you whatever you need baby.” He practically coos, pulling down his sweats enough to pull himself out and shifting your panties to the side.
“Gonna get you to sit on my face later, wanna feel you now though pretty girl.” He says, looking for any sign of hesitation in your face as you moan softly, arching your chest into his as you feel him tease your wet cunt. “So good for me already angel, just like that.” He encourages when you rock slightly against him, making his tip slide inside you.
Han
“Ah, jagiya fuck so good so so good.” Han whines above you, clearly trying not to thrust into your mouth as his hips stutter against the bed. “God, your gonna make me cum baby.” He groans, hand threading its way into your hair as he throbs in your mouth.
His encouragement only makes you more determined to make him fall off the edge, taking him deeper into your mouth as you moved up and down his length. “Fuck fuck jagi baby fuck m gonna cum.” He manages to warn you before his hips thrust up into your mouth as he spills himself into your mouth with a groan and more praise.
“God baby, fuck Cmere I wanna make you feel good.” He says as he regains his own mind, pulling you up so he can roll on top of you gently. “Let me make you feel good baby, pleasepleaseplease.” He whines against your neck, trailing his words with kisses when you nod.
“Be the first to make me feel good baby, want you honey.” You sigh, your hand threading its way into his hair. You’d never directly told Jisung no one had ever made you cum before but you’d half alluded to it.
“God baby, can’t believe no one’s treated you right, I’ll make sure you forget them don’t worry.” He mumbles against the skin of your thighs, hands holding your hips down when you try to shift under him.
“No running, just relax and let go for me jagiya, want you to cum on my tongue.” He speaks as he gets closer to your heat, letting you take a breath before he dives in, tongue pressing against your entrance.
Seungmin
“Pup, you wanna do something?” Your boyfriend asks, you knew what he meant, you’d been shuffling around for the last half hour restless, not even your phone could entertain you because all you wanted was him.
Instead of replying you simply reach out a hand for his attention, silently asking him to join you in bed instead of working at the desk.
When all you get is a raised eyebrow you know you have to beg , play into his game “Want you min, please?” You try, smiling when he gives in and finally comes over to you.
“My puppy’s needy hm?” He asks, rolling you so you were laying against his chest. “Tell me what you want pretty girl.”
“Want you, want you to be the one to make me feel good min please.” You whine, shifting a leg over him so you were practically straddling his lap, core so close to his hard length barely vailed by his sweats.
“Oh fuck jagi, such a good needy girl hm? You wanna ride me pup?” He asks, letting you take the lead as his hands settle on your nearly bare hips. “Look so good in my clothes puppy, always look so pretty for me don’t you sweet thing, gonna make you feel good.” He murmurs as you bring your head down to his neck, rocking yourself against him as he shuffles away the remaining fabric between you both.
“Ride me puppy, be a good girl for me. I’ll make you feel so good baby just be good.” He groans feeling your heat so close to where he needs it.
You slowly rock again, this time letting his length enter you slowly. “Fuck, fuck fuck god you feel so good puppy, can believe no one’s ever made you feel good.” He can’t stop his rambling as you move along him, his hand reaching between your body to toy with your clit.
Jeongin
“Baby, no one’s ever made me, cum before.” You confess into the darkness of your bedroom. You don’t know what possessed you to admit that when you were both supposed to be asleep but you did anyway.
“Can I be the first then?” His answer as bluntly as your admission, rolling over you to cage you between his arms. “Can I make you feel good baby?” He asks again, lips hovering close enough to yours you were practically sharing breath.
“Yeah, yeah okay baby,” you try not to whimper as he grinds down on you , already hard against your wet core.
“Gonna make you cum on my cock then my mouth baby, then maybe again till you only remember my name yeah?” He asks but it’s not really a question more of a warning as he moves his way down your body, hiking his shirt up on your body till he could get to your tits clearly. “So gorgeous, so good jagiya.” He groans.
He moves his way to your centre, baring your hips down with his arm as he licks at your clit. “Taste like heaven babygirl, god how could you be more perfect.”
CW - building fire , panic attacks, fear of dying, disaster, resuscitation, non consensual drugging , hospitals , injured reader , mentions of death , character death (Claudette) , Eddie being soft , confessions , friends to lovers , any more lmk
Based on the May Day episode (with some changes) so all content warnings for that will apply also (maddie works at the call centre and also jonah is a paramedic x)
A/n - I don’t know when I wrote this it’s a couple months old I think, but I finished it! It’s not proof read fair warning
9-1-1 masterlist
You should have guessed something was going to happen.
You’d had a run of good luck lately, a promotion that came with a decent raise, managed to actually buy your first house in a good area with the bonus and your savings and you’d managed to pass the first stages of getting into the fire academy.
You’d walked into work today ready to face the calls ahead, Eddie gave you breakfast when he picked you up from work and you’d tried to hide the way it made your heart flip and your cheeks heat up the entire ride to the building.
Chris had left you a drawing in the car that was safely tucked away in your bag, you’d made sure to send him a text on Eddie’s phone, calling the boy your favourite Diaz, much to Eddie’s mock offence. It all brought a smile to your face so early in the morning.
So now finding yourself stuck on the top floor of your building that was filling with smoke and fire, in the copy room of all places, you knew you should have guessed eventually your luck would have to run out.
You’ve tried the door but something had fallen in front of it leaving you stuck inside. You’d tried to block the smoke with your jacket, using a case of water to wet it, then your shirt to pull over your mouth.
“Okay, okay okay I know what to do? 911 knows what to do.” You question yourself, talking outloud to try and organise your thoughts.
You grab for your discarded phone, left on the floor when the building shook and you nearly knocked yourself out on the wall.
You dial the three numbers you repeated every day to the same people whose situation you were in. Praying to god Josh or maddie answered your call.
“9-1-1 what’s your emergency?” It was maddie, you nearly cried with relief on the spot.
“Maddie! Maddie, it’s me, I’m stuck in the copy room on the second floor. I’m trapped, there’s fire.” You try not to sob down the line, she needed to understand you.
“Okay, okay we’ve got you. I’m sending the one eighteen in for you, they will get out of of there.” Maddie tries to calm you, activating the line to Bobby.
“Captain this is dispatch, we have a victim trapped on the second floor, copy room located on the west side.” She calls down the radio, trying not to let panic seep into her voice, you were like her little sister and the thought of anything happening to you, and the repercussions of that were all she could think about as she waited the fire take the building.
“Dispatch do we know the identity of the person? Sending in Diaz and Buckley now.” He answers quickly, cutting out to direct orders to his team.
“It’s y/n. She reports fire outside the door.” Maddie just about manages before her voice breaks, tears spilling over as a wave of orange and red breaks the windows and climbs the walls, right outside of the copy room.
Inside you were now pressed against the back of the room, getting as low as you could to protect yourself from the heat. You could feel the heat singeing your hair and skin with tears pouring from your eyes now. It was getting harder to breathe and if maddie was talking to you, you couldn’t hear her.
You were panicking, the flames eating away at the door, exposing the hallway outside fully engulfed. You really had no way out. You were going to die in a copying room after the best few weeks of your life.
Sounded great untill you thought about your family, about Bobby and Athena who’d taken you in like another child when you showed up on their doorstep with May even though you were about to be an adult. Your mom had kicked you out and what was supposed to be a temporary stay turned into them decorating your room one day, leaving adult adoption papers on your bed. They had already signed them, the papers just needed yours. You’d signed them without a second thought before bringing them to the kitchen with teary eyes.
Then you thought about Eddie, the only person who knew about you joining the fire academy. The man who brought you coffee every morning, who would pick up whenever you called, who’d drive anywhere to get you home safely no matter the time, day or where he was. He would drop everything for you and you knew it.
And Chris, Chris who’d asked repeatedly if you and his dad were dating, who’d insisted that you would be “a good second mom” and that you were both idiots. The boy who gave you drawings and sent you memes through his dad because he thought you’d want to see them.
Then everyone else, the buckley siblings who treated you like their own, hen and Karen, chim and ravi, they all meant so much to you and you knew you meant the same to them.
In the depths of your panic and the roar of the flames and crumbling walls you don’t hear the two familiar voices calling your name.
“Cmon! Answer us! You in here?” It’s Eddie shouting for you you hear first. “You’re supposed to answer when we call for you!” He yells, it’s not angry more worried than anything else.
“Eddie!” Is all you manage to get out, your lungs and throat burning with every breath. You’re still panicking, less so when Eddie wraps his arms around you as a shield.
Then the heat gets somehow hotter, the flames crawling up the walls and ceiling all too quickly as Eddie pushes you back, covering you with his body to hide you from the flames.
“Your okay! I’m gonna get you out of here! We’re going through the window!” He shouts, taking your face in his gloved hands when the flames die down a bit, the heat not as searing.
“The window?!” You shout back, the idea throwing an error in your train of thought.
“Cmon, I got you I promise you’re gonna land safe and sound.” He says, wrapping you up against his chest, pressing your face against his neck as he stands to move towards the window. “Just close your eyes and hold on to me, you’ll be fine.” He reassures.
In a blurr of motions he’s breaking the window, clearing it of glass quickly before he steps up onto the ledge, still holding you tightly against him. “Alright, just hold on tight for me princess.” Is the only warning you get before he’s stepping out and you’re both free falling.
You try not to scream, instead it turns into a sob as you fall to the air pad below. You didn’t like heights at the best of times let alone right now.
Then you land, bouncing on the plastic trapped carefully against Eddie’s chest. Safe and in one piece. “Told you I’d get you out.” He speaks against your ear and you can hear the smirk in his voice, combined with a mix of relief.
You can’t do anything but breathe against him, your chest feeling tight and your arm feeling numb. You’re out of the fire but it’s like your brain has yet to catch up.
“Hey hey, breathe slower for me, match me yeah? Let’s get us down.” He comforts you, moving down the air bag till he was on the ground with you safely wrapped against his chest.
“Alright, we’re on the ground. I gotta take you to medical to get checked out.” He murmurs against your ear. You know the others are trying not to crowd around you, and you should probably be embarrassed that you’re holding onto Eddie like a child but right now you needed him. He was solid and warm and alive.
You let him lower you to the ground, trying to get your legs to hold your weight. “Alright, let’s get you checked out Bambi.” Buck comes over to wrap an arm around your shoulders as Eddie lowers his to your waist.
You get put on a gurney at some point, your heads swimming and you knew you were safe with whoever Eddie let look you over.
You feel someone poking and prodding at you, shining a light into your eyes quickly. It’s Jonah your brain eventually remembers his name. He’s smiling down at you, probably saying somthing to you. You notice the needle and vial in his hand. He says something you can’t quite make out as he presses the needle into your skin.
You don’t feel your eyes slip closed, your thoughts slowing down until your in a dreamless sleep.
It’s Eddie that notices first, watching Jonah pulling a needle out of your arm with your head slowly slipping to the side. He’s confused, you didn’t need anything except maybe an MRI and a bag of fluids, he definitely had no reason to push any kind of drugs.
He doesn’t want to raise any alarm bells yet so he walks over calmly, like he wasn’t worried sick at the sight of you unconscious on the gurney. “Hey, everything alright here?” He asks, noticing the way Jonah jumps at his presence.
“Oh, hey man yeah she’s fine. Why don’t you keep an eye on her while I go help the others?” The younger man rushes, already moving off towards the other beds.
“Hey, hermosa can you open your eyes for me?” He asks gently, shaking your shoulder gently. “Hey, cmon open your pretty eyes for me sweetheart.” He insists when you don’t make a move.
He takes a look at the monitors you were hooked up too, eyes going wide when he saw how your pulse was racing and your blood pressure was getting lower and lower.
“Hey hey no no no, amore I need you to wake up for me.” He’s really trying not to panic. “Hey hen? Get over here!” He shouts as he sees her walking across the lot.
He watches your pulse get higher and higher and he knows your about to flatline, grabbing the mask to help you breathe. “Hen, she’s gonna code!” He tries to lower his voice, trying not to seem panicked when the monitor going from beeping to one long tone.
When you wake up you can tell your in a hospital, the scent of bleach and disinfectant invading your nose. You can feel someone’s hand holding your own, Athena’s you recognise slowly.
“Momma?” You whisper, your eyes slowly pulling open against the harsh lights on the ceiling. You see her head resting against your hand still in hers.
“Mom, I’m late for my shift.” You say, louder this time and you have to contain your laugh when she shoots up. “Who knew that still worked?”
“Oh baby you’re awake, you had me and everyone else worried sick.” She says, a hand coming up to your face as she stands. “Eddie and buck are getting coffee, Eddie hasn’t left the hospital or your side since you got here.”
Since you got here. Did that mean you’d been out for a while? You felt like it had only been hours. “How long was I out?” You manage, your throat dry making it hard to talk.
“Only a day , you were drugged and your heart stopped. Hen and Eddie had to bring you back on the way to the hospital.” She holds up a water cup with a straw and you manage to take a few sips.
“Claudette died on the way to the hospital, coded after being given the all clear. They couldn’t bring her back.” She continues and you can’t hide your shock.
“No, there’s no way I just spoke to her.” As much as you’d never gelled with Claudette you’d come to a mutual understanding recently and you felt okay working with her finally. Now she was dead, and that you couldn’t comprehend.
“Easy, breathe baby. I’ll get Eddie back up here.” She moves a hand to your hair and smooths it back. “Do you want me to stay or go? One phone call I can be right back here.” She asks as she uses her other hand to type a message, presumably to Eddie, summoning him back to your bedside.
“You can go back to work, I’ll call you if I need you.” You sigh, trying to hide how close you were to tears. “I’ll be okay with Eddie.”
She takes her leave, stepping out as Eddie reaches your doorway and lets himself inside.
“Thank god you’re awake.” He sighs when you make eye contact. “I thought I’d lost you for, I don’t know how long but too long. I was so scared.” He confesses, reaching for your hand still limp at your side.
“Still here, can’t loose me that easy.” You murmur, your hand closing in his to hold on tighter.
“Look this is probably a terrible time for it but, just the thought of loosing you for five minutes made me really, see things for once and I realised I can’t loose you again-“
“If you don’t just kiss me right now I swear to god Diaz.” You cut him off and move your hand still at your side up around his neck.
“So much for an actual confession.” He laughed as he moves closer to finally, finally press his mouth to yours.
The kiss feels like nothing else, it’s cliche but you feel like fire works are going off as the world fades out around you.
Your lost in the feeling of him, he’s holding your jaw to move you as he wants, your hands wrapped loose around his neck to pull him closer.
Eddie and you eventually pulled away, interrupted by a nurse coming to do your vitals. From there he said you could return home providing you had someone to watch over you for the next three days at least. When she said that Eddie had immediately volunteered.
Then you were home, or rather Eddie’s home. Chris apparently with his abuelas for the weekend. Eddie insisted on carrying you straight through to his bedroom and you were too tired to really object, untill he started to grab pillows and blankets and carrying them to the couch.
“Eddie, hey you can’t sleep on the couch.” You protest from the bed where you were curled under his covers.
“Hermosa it’s not like you can, I don’t want to invade your space.” He says, entering his bedroom to crouch beside you.
“Share the bed with me, please Eddie I want you close.” You plead with him, stretching an arm outside the blanket to reach for him.
You need him close more than you want him, he’s solid proof you’re alive. And so you relax when he gives in with a sigh and manoeuvres you across the bed so he can slip in beside you.
“You wanna?” He asks, opening his arms to invite you into them and you just move yourself into them, your head tucking underneath his chin. “I got you, I got you hermosa. Just breathe and sleep for me.” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.
“Maybe I haven’t run out of luck.” The sleepy thought crossed your brain, definitely not meant to be said out loud, it makes you smile despite everything as your eyes slip closed. You feel Eddie wrap his arms tighter around you, murmuring something you can’t quite make out against your hair as your eyes fall closed to the sound of his heartbeat.
things I won’t let ai take away from human writers
em dash
“not x, not y, but z”
short sentence stacking as a stylistic choice
none of these belong to ai. these are all what human writers have been writing since day one, way before ai was invented. ai was trained to mimic how human writers write — so em dash, not x not y but z and short sentence stacking would never have been used by ai at all if ai hadn’t learned and mimicked them from human writers.
no, you are not “fighting against ai” by accusing every work that has em dash, not x not y but z or short sentence stacking in it as ai-generated, you are helping ai harm the writing community by engaging in witch hunt and scaring human writers away from creating/sharing their works for fear of being wrongly accused of using ai.
speculations, accusations and ai witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.
Generative AI and the artist discussion is such a distraction from AI’s military and police applications or its role in automating hiring discrimination.
C/W - enemies to lovers, fighting, mentions of car accidents, classic miscommunications, smut , PinV sex , oral (f rec), dom!eddie, sub!reader , mean!eddie , praise kink , Eddie basically asks for consent every five minutes, it’s hot alright, kinda munch!eddie?
A/n - I try to keep readers description to a minimum, the nickname spitfire is used throughout. Not my best work but I’m just trying to get back into it all so it’s not proofread!
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“Diaz will you back off for five minutes.” You growled, not entirely meaning for him to hear it.
“What was that? Speak up a little spitfire.” He bites back, always ready with a retort no matter what was going on around you.
Like now at this car pile up you still somehow managed to be at each others throats. It had been so bad at points Bobby split you guys up between the ambulance and the engine to stop the arguing.
Now here you were in the middle of a pile up still throwing spiteful comments back and fourth, trying to be faster, make better decisions than the other. The whole team knew about your rivalry, it was hard to miss. But lately it had been worse than ever.
“Diaz , spitfire cut it out. Now. Diaz with buck and get that car open, spitfire with chim.” Bobby orders over the radio, splitting you up was always eiser than just telling you to cut it out.
You manage to work the rest of the scene in peace, patients taking up priority away from your arguments with Eddie.
You knew he hated you, you had no idea why. But you couldn’t back down now so you kept up with the act. You’d thought at one point he figured out you had a crush on him and hated that. But at this point it was way past that.
Soon enough you were back in the truck heading back to the fire house, Eddie had decided against provoking you so far, letting you exist in peace but you knew it was a matter of time before he started again.
And start he did when you two were left alone in the kitchen, the rest of the team drifting off to their own thing after dinner. It wasn’t anything outrageous he just kept staring at you with that expression, somewhere between annoyed and bored.
“Whats your problem with me spitfire? Will I ever get to find out or do you just want to keep fighting with me forever like it’s some kink?” He states, breaking the taught silence.
You froze where you were sat scrolling on your phone for a moment before managing to collect yourself.
“What the fuck does that mean Diaz?” You manage, your brain hardly managing to process what he was saying.
“It means, how long do you wanna keep arguing with me spitfire? Cmon where’s all your words and wit now?” He’s mocking you, as usual. He talks down to you for sport and you had no idea why.
“This isn’t one of bucks fanfiction clitches diaz. I don’t argue with you for fun or your attention I argue with you because for some reason you’ve hated me since my first week!” You’re nearly yelling at him by the end of your sentence. You were already too wound up to deal with him before he started this conversation.
“Who said anything about fun or attention?”
Your done in that moment. You can’t give him anything else so you stand up and walk off, back downstairs to find Buck or Hen, anyone who wouldn’t start a conversation just to provoke you.
“Hey cmon hermosa, don’t run away I’ll stop.” You try to ignore the way the nickname makes you blush as he calls after you, heat creeping up your cheeks turning your ears red. You still walk away, spotting buck in the ambulance and beelining for him.
“Buck, let me hide out with you.” You whine at him once you reach him, sitting on the steps next to him.
“Hide out from who?” It’s him. Standing all too close to you as you let your head hang into your hands.
“You, Diaz. Who the hell else makes every day a living nightmare for me?” You snap, finally meeting his eyes.
“God you two need to get a room.” Buck sighs beside you, you weren’t sure if he was meant to say it out loud but it still had an effect, making you only more annoyed as the blush you’d tamed came back to life.
“Correction, I need to hide from you both.” You moan, sliding past the men and making a break towards Bobby. You were praying he let you go home now, there were ten minutes left of the shift.
“Go, I know what you’re going to ask. See you at dinner tomorrow spitfire.” Bobby stated before you even reached him, making you veer towards the locker rooms for your escape.
“Thank you! See you tomorrow padre!” You yell behind you with a wave. While Bobby wasn’t related to you in any way you still called him dad, he had been the one to take you in after your dad died, a friend of his. He was the reason you applied to the academy and became a fire fighter, you didn’t tell him until you were going to your first firehouse. The one eighteen of course.
Athena had accepted you like another daughter when her and Bobby became an item, you made easy friends with May and got on well with Harry. You were family in every way that mattered to them and so the one eighteen came with that. Apart from Edmundo Diaz.
“See you guys in fourty eight I am outta here!” You call to the others on your way out, walking through the small dark lot to your car.
You don’t remember most of the drive home, the stupid nickname Eddie used on repeat in your head alongside the stupid get a room comment.
You were exhausted by the time you were home, the two day shift where you’d barley had a chance to sleep catching up to you and you crashed on your couch the second you sat down.
“Spitfire, hey wake up.” You try not to punch whoever’s shaking you instantly and quickly realise it’s buck.
“What the hell are you waking me up for buck? Someone dying?” You groan, fighting him off and sitting up as you opened your eyes.
“No but we thought you were when you didn’t answer anyone for an entire day.” He replies and your eyes go wide. You couldn’t have slept that long, seriously.
“Who the fuck do you mean we?” You ask, your brain catching up with the scenario.
The we walks in. Eddie is in your house, your living room while you were in an oversized hoodie and panties. Bucks seen you in every state imaginable, essentially a brother to you so you weren’t fazed by him, only the other man in your lounge.
“That’s who you mean we.” You stiffen and try to pull your hoodie down on instinct.
“Relax cielo, I’m not here to fight we thought something had happened.” For once you believe his words when you look at his face, he looks actually worried instead of angry.
“I was at Eddie’s when Bobby called me to say you missed dinner with him and Athena, we came by to check on you.” Buck explains.
“Fuck I forgot dinner, I promised dad I’d be there I missed last week.” You groan and fall back into the couch.
“Well now that we know you’re alive I’m gonna call off the others and grab us some drinks. You’re buying dinner for worrying everyone.” Buck calls back as he heads for your kitchen.
“I was actually worried you know?” Eddie murmurs from where he still stood, like he was afraid to come any closer. And when you read his face you don’t see the annoyance, border or mirth there usually was.
“Why do you hate me?” You’re blunt, probably too harsh but you can’t help it.
“I- what? What? I don’t, I don’t hate you?” It’s the most you’ve hear Eddie to come up with a reply for you and it makes you laugh, sharp bitter and ugly.
“You don’t? That’s news to me Diaz.” His name drips from your mouth like it’s poisoned but you can’t help it, months of fighting and clashing and he doesn’t hate you?
“No I, I thought you hated me? You’ve been fighting with me since day one!” He’s trying not to yell, you can tell, he seems actually confused.
“Fighting with you? Defending myself from the guy who looks at me like he doesn’t want me anywhere near him and would rather I be dead in a ditch than next to him on the truck!” You do yell, not holding yourself back now. As he moves closer now you stand, trying to get as eye to eye as you could.
“Don’t say stuff like that when it isn’t true! God are you dense on purpose?” He’s still restraining himself, his hands stay relaxed at his sides despite how tense he looked otherwise.
“Dense? You think I’m dense when you look at me like you hate me every fucking day!” You’re still yelling, your anger boiling up, over and out.
“Does this prove I don’t hate you?”
You don’t get a breath to process his words, his body is too close to yours in a second and then his lips meet yours. He presses himself against your mouth, licking and biting at your lips when you eventually manage to react and kiss him back.
You don’t think, letting his hands grip your waist to pull you against him. Opening your mouth to let his tongue explore and you can’t help the moan you let out when he presses his hardness against you.
You both have to pull away eventually for air, pressing your foreheads together as your breaths mingled.
“Still think I hate you?” The smirk on his face told you he knew he’d won.
“Prove it, Diaz.” You smile as he presses himself against you once again, moving his hands lower to grope your ass before grabbing your legs.
You get the message, jumping so you can wrap your legs around him so he can carry you. You let your wet heat press against him, barely covered by your thin panties.
“Oh pretty girl, already wet for me?” He murmurs against your lips. “You always this wet when we fight? That why your always pickin them with me?” He’s teasing again but you don’t have any power to respond. He knows he’s made you a puddle in his arms but you can’t help it.
“Thought so hermosa. You just like to fight with me, gets you all riled up.” He moves for your neck next, inhaling your scent and leaving hickeys in his wake.
“So pretty for me, you want more amore?” You let him see the effect he’s having on you, you can’t hide it. Your already red face gets redder somehow as you nod.
He walks, still sucking dark red marks into your neck and now groping your ass, grinding your heat against his hard length making you moan.
“Good girl, use your words for me.” He murmurs, pushing the door to your bedroom open, you decided not to question how he knew your home so well for the moment.
“Please, please Eddie.” You whine, stretching your neck out further for him, inviting more of his assault.
“No more Diaz hm? Already melting for me and I’ve barely done anything.” He comments, pressing you down on the mattress and caging you in. “Who’d have guessed spitfire can be speechless, or is that only something I can do?” He’s bragging now, all too smug but you can’t find the braincells to retort with anything smart.
“You Eddie, just you.” You eventually manage as his hands smooth their way under your shirt, finding your breast quickly.
“Good girl, want me to take this off n let me see you properly amore?” He asks and you manage to strangle out a yes, his nickname throwing you for a loop all over again.
He makes quick work of your hoodie, taking off his own shirt to reveal his all to defined body. “Like what you see Querido? Like having me shirtless in your bed?” He asks, that cockiness coming back once again.
You pull him down to kiss you with a smile, hands trailing from his neck down his back. “Please Eddie, please.” You whine when he pulls away again.
“Take it easy amore, we have another twenty four hours, I’ll make you feel good I promise. And then maybe you can stop fighting me all the time huh?” He laughs then when you just roll your eyes.
He moves lower, taking a nipple into his mouth and pressing himself against your body once again. When his hand moves lower, skirting at the waist band of your panties but not moving lower untill you plead with him “Eddie I need it, need you to touch me, need you to make me feel good please.”
Then he finally moves his hand lower, sliding his fingers between your folds gently, exploring every inch of you. He switches his mouth to the other side, not giving you a second to breathe as he maps your body.
He teases your entrance with his fingers gently, pulling his face away from your body. “Can I go down on you mi Vida? Let me taste you baby, make you feel good.” He whispers against your ear before pressing his lips to yours briefly when you say yes.
“Thank you princessa” he all but moans when his fingers push inside your body. “so pretty for me hermosa.” He says, trailing a line of kisses down your body untill he reaches your panties, pulling them down and off you in one smooth movement.
“So pretty, already know you taste good, my good girl huh?” He settles your hips on the bed when you shift your hips up, settling a strong arm across them to keep you in place. “Stay still, good things come to those who wait.” He murmurs.
Then he’s burying his head in your thighs, pressing kisses along them till he’s hovering over where you needed him most.
“Please Eddie! Please.” You beg, still trying to shift in his hold unconsciously. The teasing was getting too much, you already felt so close to the edge.
“Aw I know pretty girl, I know. I just like to play with my food sometimes.” He laughs only to himself again and it sends shocks up your body as his breath punches your clit.
Then finally he presses his tongue between your folds, licking from your entrance to your clit and suckling it into his mouth. You nearly scream in a moan when his fingers come to press at your entrance again. “Fuck Eddie, please!”
You’re so close to the edge already and he knows it, toying with your clit as his fingers explore inside you again, finding the spongy spot inside you that made you see stars. All you can manage is pleads and whines as he works you up closer and closer to the edge.
“Want you to come in my tongue hermosa, be a good girl for me, I’ll make you cum again pretty girl don’t worry.” His words are muffled between your thighs and the vibrations against your pussy only brings you closer and closer to the edge.
“Cum for me, cmon be a good girl.” He repeats, fingers moving deeper inside you as his teeth gently skirt over your clit.
And that’s all it takes for you to fall over the edge for the first time, the tension snapping all over your body as Eddie holds you down easily with one arm still bracketed over your hips.
He helps you ride it out, moving his fingers slower as he releases your clit from his mouth to move it down to your entrance.
You try to suppress your whines of overstimulation when you feel his tongue delve inside you, taking in as much of your juices as possible. “So pretty, taste so good too gorgeous. God your perfect.” He groans into your pussy, not caring how far you were overstimulated for the moment aslong as you didn’t pull him away with your hand twisted in his hair.
Eventually he shifts out from between your legs, shuffling his jeans and boxers off quickly and covering you once again with his body. “You want me baby? Want me to fill you up on my cock hm?” He asks, mouthing at your neck once again, finding the sensitive spot behind your ear.
“Please, please Eddie i need it, please. You were so mean please be nice” you beg, trying to get him to move faster. “Please.” You manage to get out another whine before he’s covering your mouth with his, his tongue invading your mouth once again as he pressed his body to yours.
“Settle down for me, I’ll be nice I promise baby. Your doing so good for me cariño.” He says as he pulls away, watching your face as he presses his tip to your hole.
“So so good for me, tell me if you wanna break or stop baby. You know the colour system?” He lets his tip rest there and waits for your reply, not moving till you have him real words.
“Yes, yes please Eddie please, fill me up please. I know the colours.” Your begging seems to satisfy him, your eyes are too blurry to watch his expression properly but you can feel his cock throbbing barley inside you.
“Alright cariño alright let me in pretty girl.” He murmurs, a hand running up your body to hold your jaw gently as he starts pushing himself inside.
Your moans only make him harder as he fills you up, your pussy throbbing around him as he stretched you open. “Let me in baby, gotta make it fit hm?” He groans into your neck, biting at the skin when he finally slips in entirely.
“God, so good for me, so fuckin tight baby even after I warmed you up, my perfect girl.” Then he starts thrusting, slow and gentle at first untill your begging him to go harder, faster.
You swear he couldn’t feel any better untill his fingers reach down to your clit, pressing hard and fast circles against you as your pussy clenched harder around him.
“That’s it, that’s it good girl. Want you to cum around me princess. Tell me where you want me, otherwise I won’t give you anything cariño.” You nod your head, legs locking around his waist to keep him inside you.
“Inside Ed’s, inside please fill me up.” You whine, reaching up with your head for a kiss. “Please Eddie.” You beg again, softer and more desperate.
“Okay, okay hermosa, cum for me then amore, cum for me and I’ll fill you up.” He moans, hand still working your clit as he presses you back down into the mattress with his mouth.
You do as he asks, your pussy locking down around him as if it never wanted him to leave. Your vision goes white as you cum hard on his cock while he still abused your clit.
“Oh fuck fuck fuck, good girl good girl, I’m gonna fill you up baby just like I promised cariño. So so good for me my sweet thing.” He rambles as his thrusts stutter inside you, his cock throbbing harder as he got closer to his own peak.
“So good for me baby, can’t believe you thought I hated you when I wanted you like this the day you walked in.” He manages that before he’s spilling inside you with a shout and moan.
You cum a third time with that, you didn’t know how you manged it, you didn’t even feel it building but your crying out and shaking around him again as he kisses you again, mostly teeth and tongues but it just felt good to be close to him.
“God you’re an angel baby, fucking perfect hermosa.” He sighs into your neck when you pull away from each other, kissing the spot behind your ear just to make you shiver.
He rolls you both over till your laying on his chest , ear against his heart still beating rapidly. “Believe I don’t hate you now?” He breaks the silence after a minute, hand tracing patterns into your back.
“Mm I think so.” You reply with a sleepy sigh, eyes already pulling closed again.
“How do you need more? Yeah okay, okay we can nap.” He says with a laugh when you burrow into the blankets you manage to pull over you both.
so normally on this blog i retire fics once ive left the fandom and stopped posting for them (temporarily or forever)
now ill just be keeping the masterlists and marking them as paused when im not writing for them so the fics will stay up (unlewss i take them down for a different reason)
well when all else fails at least there’s daydreaming about your oc getting tortured and abused and experimented on and assaulted and dehumanized and torn apart and surgically modified and
