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
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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
Trinity Santos walks into the Pitt everyday with a bucket of unresolved trauma, a toxic yuri situationship, and Dennis Whitaker hanging off her belt like a labubu and still manages to serve cunt
not my tweet or my fic (and there’s a good chance of this comment being a bot) but yeah, don’t do this. sure, some writers wouldn’t mind having fanfics (or direct continuation) of their fanfics written by someone else. some may even be thrilled and happy. but the fandom etiquette is that if you want to write a fanfic or a continuation of someone’s fanfic, YOU POLITELY ASK THE WRITER FOR THEIR PERMISSION. not their readers.
also 5 months isn’t long at all. 5 months is 5 minutes when it comes to fanfics. I’ve waited years for my favorite fics to get updated (one of my favorite fanfics was updated by the author after 13 years) and I’ve never said anything to them about “it’s been ___ years, I don’t think it will get updated anymore”. because another fandom / fanfic etiquette is that fanfic writers write for free in their free time, they don’t owe you anything. maybe they will update one day. maybe they won’t. if you want your favorite fic to get updated, you comment something like “this is good!! I’m excited for what happens next” and maybe your positive comment will motivate the author to update. but you don’t say “it’s been ___ months or years”. fanfics writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. they’re just kind enough to let you read their works for free. stop being rude and entitled to fanfic writers.
