#he wants that guy. he wants his hands and grin and teasing voice all to himself and not on eddie.

[wendichester]

⋆｡° ✮ jealousy,

summary. sam gets jealous and is determined to prove that you're his.

pairing. sam winchester x reader

wordcount. 524

notes. slightly smutty ! mdni

The bar is dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of cheap beer and desperation. You’re leaning against the counter, waiting for your drink, when the guy next to you strikes up a conversation. He’s tall, blond, and cocky, flashing a grin that’s all charm and no substance. You humor him for a moment—nothing flirty, just polite banter—but you can feel a pair of familiar hazel eyes boring into the back of your head.

By the time you return to the table, Sam’s jaw is tight, his shoulders tense. He doesn’t even bother masking the storm brewing in his expression. You sit beside him, setting your drink down, and his arm snakes possessively around your waist, pulling you closer than necessary.

“Your new buddy there seemed friendly,” he says, his tone low, casual, but laced with an unmistakable edge.

You bite back a grin. “He was just making conversation.”

Sam’s eyes darken, his gaze dropping to your lips before flicking back up to meet your eyes. “Sure he was.”

You arch a brow, amused. “Are you jealous, Sammy?”

He leans in, his lips brushing your ear as he murmurs, “Do I need to remind you who you belong to?”

The heat in his voice sends a shiver down your spine, and you don’t miss the way his fingers tighten on your hip. Your playful smirk falters, replaced by a flicker of something deeper, something raw.

“Sam,” you whisper, but it’s not a protest—it’s a plea.

Without another word, he stands, his hand wrapping around your wrist as he pulls you toward the motel. The air between you crackles with tension, every step amplifying the anticipation coiling in your stomach.

The second the door shuts behind you, he’s on you, his lips crashing against yours with a desperation that takes your breath away. His hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against him as he backs you against the wall.

“You think I’m jealous?” he growls against your mouth, his voice rough and low. “You’re damn right I am.”

His lips trail down your neck, teeth grazing your skin in a way that makes you gasp. “Watching that asshole talk to you, thinking he had a chance… He doesn’t know you’re mine.”

Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. “Then maybe you should do something about that,” you tease, your voice breathless.

His eyes blaze as he pulls back to look at you, his hands sliding down to your thighs. “Don’t worry, honey. I’ll make sure everyone knows you're mine.”

In one fluid motion, he lifts you, and your legs wrap around his waist. He carries you to the bed, his mouth never leaving yours, and when he lays you down, it’s with a reverence that makes your heart ache.

“Mine,” he murmurs, his hands roaming over your body, worshipping every curve.

“Yours,” you agree, your voice trembling with need.

And as the night unfolds, he leaves no room for doubt—not in his touch, not in his words, and certainly not in the way he makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world who matters.

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[insidekatmind]

Bar~Kwon Jae-Sung

Request: yes!

The dim light of the bar cast a warm glow over the polished wood of the tables. You and Kwon stepped inside, weaving through the small crowd to find a quiet spot in the corner. You slid into the booth, feeling the weight of the day pressing on you.

Kwon, ever the charmer, dropped down beside you with a casual grin. You noticed his presence was commanding, confident, yet maddeningly laid-back a combination you both admired and resented at times.

Your gaze drifted across the room, and there he was. Robby. Your boyfriend or, at least, he was before things got complicated. He was sitting at the bar, his fingers drumming idly on his glass, his expression unreadable. The sight of him made your chest tighten.

Kwon followed your gaze, his smile curving into something more mischievous. His arm found its way around your shoulders, and you stiffened at the gesture. Before you could pull away, he leaned in close, his breath warm against your ear.

"Is your boyfriend better at kissing than he is at fighting?" he teased, his voice low and taunting.

You scoffed, a sharp exhale of disbelief, and shoved his arm off your shoulders. "Stop doing that," you snapped, glaring at him.

Kwon chuckled softly, the sound light and teasing. "What? I’m just being friendly," he muttered, raising his hands in mock surrender, though the glint in his eye betrayed his amusement.

Your eyes darted back to Robby. He hadn’t looked your way, but you could tell he’d noticed. His jaw was set, his gaze fixed on the bar as though it were the most interesting thing in the world.

Your heart sank. You didn’t know if it was guilt, frustration, or something else entirely that made you want to call out to him, to explain. But the truth was, things between you and Robby had been a mess lately too much history, too many unspoken words.

Kwon shifted beside you, his tone softening slightly. "You sure you’re okay? You seem... distracted," he said, his teasing demeanor slipping away for a moment.

You glanced at him, the sincerity in his question catching you off guard."I’m fine," you replied, though the words felt hollow.But as you looked back at Robby, your mind raced with everything unsaid, and you couldn’t help but wonder if "fine" was a lie you’d been telling yourself for too long.

Kwon's attention was suddenly fixated on a lock of your hair, his fingers toying with it gently. There was an almost tender touch to the action, his smile warm and a bit more genuine than his usual teasing smirk. The movement sent a small shiver down your spine, your heart rate quickening despite yourself."You know," he muttered, his gaze still on the lock of your hair between his fingers, "it's a shame you're with that guy over there. He doesn't appreciate the real you."

His words hung in the air, each syllable sending a little flutter through your chest. It was strange, hearing something like that from Kwon, of all people.You couldn't tear your eyes away from Robby at the bar, your mind racing with conflicting thoughts and feelings. But Kwon's touch demanded attention, his fingers leaving your hair but trailing down the side of your face, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

You break your gaze from Robby and look at Kwon. The sight of him so close is a bit startling, his face mere inches from yours. The touch of his fingers on your face had an electric effect on your senses, sending shivers of heat through your body.

His gaze is locked onto yours, a smug smile playing on his lips. He leans in even closer, his breath warm against your skin, "You're not thinking of that guy anymore, are you, sweetheart?"

You sigh as you look at him. “What game are you playing?” There's a flicker in Kwon's eyes at your question, a subtle change, and his smile becomes just a touch more crooked.

His fingers continue their trail down your jaw, his touch still gentle, almost tender. His reply is a soft murmur, "No game here, sweetheart. Just enjoying the view."He moves his hand to your chin, tilting it up slightly so that your face is angled towards his, "And right now, the view is pretty damn good."

You blush at his words and a smile breaks out. The sight of you blushing sends a new wave of satisfaction through Kwon's veins. It's a reaction he relishes, a hint of vulnerability that he can't help but tease. His fingers lightly trace the contour of your chin as he speaks, "Ah, look who's blushing now. It suits you, you know, all flustered and cute."

There's a pause, his gaze fixed on yours, a silent moment pregnant with meaning as his fingers linger on your chin. It's as though he's caught in the moment, savoring the sight of your flushed face, the way your composure falters just a bit.Then, with a subtle movement, he brings his lips to your ear, his voice dropping to a whisper, "You know, I've been dying to taste that blush on your lips..."

Hearing his words let out a small gasp as I breathed more heavily. Kwon smirks. He notices the slight gasp and the change in your breathing. It's a subtle shift, but one he doesn't miss. Your response is like fuel to the fire, fanning the flames of his growing desire.He moves his lips even closer to your ear, speaking in a seductive murmur. "Ah, that's it. Your little gasps are like music to my ears. Makes me wonder what other sounds you can make..."

His fingers slide to the back of your neck, the touch firm and possessive. Kwon's lips brush against the sensitive skin behind your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He whispers, "You're so responsive. It's driving me crazy."You can feel his breath, hot against your skin, and his touch is electric, igniting a slow fire within you. A fire that you don't entirely want to resist.

“Kwon,” you whispered softly as your mind clouded at his closeness. Kwon hums, pleased by the sound of his name on your lips. The way you whisper it, breathless and soft, is like a drug to him. He can feel the effect he's having on you, and it fuels his desire even further.

His lips trace a path from behind your ear down to your exposed neck, leaving a trail of tingling heat. He murmurs against your skin, "Say it again, sweetheart." Your breath hitches, a response to the combination of his warm breath against your skin and his teasing words. Something inside you is struggling to surface, fighting against the logical part of your brain.

Kwon's hands are still roaming your body, his fingers trailing over your collarbone, your shoulders, every touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake. And his lips, his lips keep moving against your neck, his kiss turning into a gentle bite.

He mutters against your skin, his voice hoarse with need, "You taste even better than I imagined. I can't get enough of you."Kwon moves his hands to your hips, pulling you closer until your body is flush against his. The contact causes a jolt of electricity to shoot through you, sending a rush of heat straight to your core.

You gasp softly. “Kwon we are in a bar full of people” you whisper. Kwon smirks against your neck. Your words about the public setting only seem to excite him further. He tightens his grip on your hips, pulling you impossibly closer.

"So? Let them watch," he whispers back, his voice laced with a hint of challenge. "I don't care who sees us, as long as you keep making those little gasps." His teeth graze your skin again, the sensation mixing with his words to create a potent combination that makes your head spin. Your body responds to him, betraying your attempts at resistance, and you can't deny the growing desire that pulses through you.

But there's that nagging voice in the back of your mind, reminding you of Robby sitting just a few meters away. You try to regain composure. “I can't,” you whisper.

Kwon can sense the struggle in your voice. Your attempt to regain control, a struggle against the pull of desire that he instigates within you.He lets out a small, frustrated sigh against your neck. "Why not? You're so tense... let go, sweetheart. You know you want to."

His hands are still on your hips, holding you in a firm grip as he trails his lips back up towards your ear, his voice dropping to a low whisper, "Just give in to me. Just for one night."

You moan at his words closing your eyes feeling your mind clouded by his presence, his voice, his touch. The sound of your moan sends a rush of heat through Kwon. It's a confirmation of your surrender, a sign that he's winning this game. He knows he's got you now, caught in his web of desire and need.

His lips find their way back to your neck, nibbling and sucking at the sensitive skin. His breath is hot against your ear, his words coming out in a low drawl as he whispers, "That's it, sweetheart. Stop thinking. Just feel."

You moan softly leaning into him. “Let's go back to the hotel,” you whisper. Kwon grins against your neck, his hands still firm on your hips. He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, the smirk on his face wider now.

"Impatient, aren't you? I like that," he murmurs, his voice laced with playful satisfaction. "Come on, sweetheart. Let's get out of here."

He takes your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours, and leads you out of the bar. The sound of the door closing behind you feels like a threshold being crossed, leaving behind the familiar for an uncharted territory. The cool night air hits your skin, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere of the bar. But even outside, the tension between you and Kwon remains charged, the air practically humming with need and anticipation.

Kwon's fingers tighten around yours, the touch firm and possessive. He leads you towards the hotel, each step bringing you closer to what you know is about to happen.

"Now you're mine and you won't run away from me" he whispers, dragging you into his room

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Bound by Love

Pairing: Simon Riley x reader x Johnny Mactavish

AU:Alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Beta!Johnny "Soap" MacTavish x Omega!Reader (Dove)

Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Alpha, Beta, Omega), established relationship, domestic fluff, birthday surprise

Author’s Note: This is a continuation of Bound by Instinct, diving into what their relationship looks like now that they’re together. It still has alternative POV’s and words in bold. There are mentions of Simon being sent off on a mission while Johnny and Dove (you) stay home. If any of this is uncomfortable for you do not read.

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Johnny

Johnny never thought love would feel like this.

Like warmth.

Like safety.

Like belonging.

And yet, here he was—wrapped up in it, drowning in it, breathing it in with every inhale of your scent and Simon’s.

Mornings used to be nothing more than routine, but now?

Now, they were soft, easy, filled with the quiet rustling of sheets as you curled deeper into his side, your breath warm against his skin.

And Simon—always the last to fully wake when he was home sad with you both—would sigh, his heavy arm tightening around you both, keeping you close, always needing to feel you both there.

Johnny lived for these moments. The ones where the world was quiet, where all that mattered was here, in this bed, in this home you built together.

So, when Simon’s birthday rolled around, Johnny knew he wanted to make it special.

Simon wasn’t the type to expect anything—wasn’t even the type to acknowledge his own birthday.

But you and Johnny?

You weren’t going to let the day pass without showing Simon just how much he meant to you both.

---

You

You caught Johnny sitting at the kitchen table, scribbling furiously in a notebook, his brows knitted together in deep focus.

You smiled, stepping up behind him and slipping your arms around his shoulders, pressing your chin against his warm skin.

“You writing me love letters, MacTavish?” you teased.

Johnny snorted, though his scent spiked with amusement. “Aye, something like that.”

You peeked over his shoulder, your fingers trailing up into his hair as you glanced at the page.

Ideas for Simon’s birthday was written at the top.

Your heart swelled.

Johnny sighed, tapping the paper. “I was thinking we do a proper dinner,” he murmured. “Something special. Just us three.”

You hummed, nuzzling into him. “Tell me more.”

“Good food, nice whiskey… maybe even a cake, though I dunno if Simon has much of a sweet tooth.”

You chuckled, pressing a kiss to the nape of his neck. “He doesn’t. But if we make it for him, he’ll eat it.”

Johnny grinned, tilting his head to nuzzle against you. “That’s what I was thinking.”

You carded your fingers through his hair, loving the way he leaned into your touch. “I love this idea. He deserves something nice.”

Johnny exhaled softly, his hand sliding up to rest over yours.

“Aye,” he murmured, voice full of tenderness. “He does.”

---

Simon

Simon wasn’t used to surprises.

Didn’t usually like them.

But when he stepped through the front door that night, the scent hit him first.

Home.

Warm, spiced vanilla from Johnny. Soft lavender and honey from you.

His instincts settled.

Before he could fully process it, Johnny appeared in the doorway, a shit-eating grin stretching across his face.

“Happy birthday, big guy.”

Simon blinked. “What?”

Then you were there, slipping around Johnny, eyes shining, a soft smile playing at your lips as you reached for him.

“We made dinner,” you murmured, fingers curling around his wrist. “For you.”

Something in Simon’s chest tightened.

For him.

No one had ever—

Johnny stepped closer, pressing a firm hand against the back of Simon’s neck. His touch was grounding, steadying.

“Relax, mate,” Johnny murmured. “Let us take care of you tonight.”

Simon swallowed hard, his throat thick.

He let Johnny guide him further inside.

Let you press a kiss to his jaw.

Let himself feel the quiet ache of being wanted.

Of being yours.

And for the first time in a long time, Simon let himself enjoy it.

Because if there was one thing he knew for certain, it was this—

You and Johnny had already decided.

He was home.

And he always would be.

---

Later That Night

Simon sat at the table, watching as you and Johnny moved around the kitchen, completely at ease.

Johnny was plating the food, tossing a cocky grin over his shoulder. “Y’know, I think I make a pretty good househusband.”

You laughed, setting a glass of whiskey in front of Simon. “Oh? And what does that make me?”

Johnny wiggled his brows. “A goddess.”

“An angel,” Simon muttered a tiny but proud smile on his face.

Simon huffed a quiet laugh afterwards, shaking his head.

But he saw the way your cheeks flushed.

You rolled your eyes, but your scent spiked with warmth.

Johnny set a plate in front of Simon before dropping into the seat next to him, pressing his thigh against Simon’s.

You settled in across from them, your gaze soft, affectionate, full of love.

Simon exhaled, the tension in his chest loosening.

This was his.

His Dove. His Omega.

His Flirt. His Beta.

His family.

He reached out, resting his hand over Johnny’s before extending it to you, brushing his fingers along your wrist.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Johnny squeezed his fingers.

You smiled, eyes shining.

Simon let himself breathe.

Let himself belong.

---

A Few Weeks Later – Johnny & Your POV

Simon was deployed on a short mission.

Nothing too dangerous.

Nothing too far.

But the house felt emptier without him.

You sat curled up on the couch, Johnny stretched out beside you, his head resting in your lap.

Your fingers carded through his hair, nails scratching gently along his scalp.

Johnny sighed, melting into your touch. But even as he relaxed, his scent held a familiar note of longing.

“He’ll be home soon,” you murmured.

Johnny turned his head, pressing a kiss to your wrist. “Aye. Just feels different without him.”

You traced your fingers along his jaw. “We should do something special when he gets back.”

Johnny grinned, eyes brightening.

“Aye,” he agreed. “I think he’d like that.”

Because Simon never asked for much.

But you and Johnny knew exactly what he needed.

And you’d always make sure he had it.

---

A Few Weeks Later – Simon’s POV

Simon stepped through the door, exhausted.

And then he smelled it.

Home.

His chest ached.

Then— arms wrapped around his waist.

Johnny. Solid, warm, grounding.

And then you, pressing against his side, your breath shaky as you buried your face in his neck.

Simon exhaled, letting his head drop against Johnny’s, his arm pulling you closer.

No words.

Just this.

Johnny kissed his jaw, whispering, “Welcome home, big guy.”

You pressed a soft kiss behind his ear. “We missed you.”

Simon’s fingers tightened around you both, voice low, rough, full of everything he couldn’t say.

“I missed you too.”

And for the first time in his life, Simon Riley knew

He was loved. He finally knew what everyone else always said they feel to be in love. To be with a pack that is full of love and is willing to share it with him.

In that moment, he knew he would never be alone again.

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[lolitastories]

Calls

Rafe Cameron

Part 1. Part 2.

After the very eventful evening Rafe kept me at arms length. He eyes avoiding mine and when I try to touch him he takes a step back. He opened his passenger door and allowed me to get it. He drove in silence until we reached his house in Tanny Hill. He purposely went out to get food even though I told him I could wait for delivery. At that time he told me to take a shower and borrow some clothes. The wooden floor in his room was sending cold shivers all over my body. The yellow lights soften the feeling. I finished grabbing one of his boxers and a t- shirt and decided to wait on his bed. Suddenly I felt nervous again, what the hell was I doing in Rafe Cameron's room? Why the hell did I give him a handjob at the station?! Why the hell am I wearing his clothes? He has been so sweet and protective since I’ve met him but for god sakes I barely know this man. I do have to admit that I like when he looks at me, when he touches me, when he smiles at me and just recently, when he kisses me. “Did you leave the door unlocked?” I nod innocently. Seeing him walk into his room like nothing with a bag of take out and casually acting like we have done this a millions times was alarming. How he begins to order out plates and just rambles on. “You’re a detective with a man on the loose, you don’t see what's wrong here?” I give him a simple shrug crossing my leg on the other. I hold back a grin loving how well he looks in his black shirt and especially with my badge around his neck.

“You need to stop taking my badge.” He paused as he looked up to me , fazed.

“Beauty I am telling you something important,” He was doing it again, he was demanding me. “You’re a smart girl but some of your decisions are questionable.” He scoffs, removing his eyes and focusing back to his last action. His rambling became background noise. He didn’t even notice when I started to crawl towards him. I pushed the plates a little further allowing me to sit on the edge of the bed with him between my legs. My hands slowly crawled up and down his chest. “That guy could have followed us and seeing as I had left he could have-” My fingers grabbed my badge and used it to lean him forward.

“Rafe?” He hummed sucking in my voice. “I was thinking about you in the shower,” I look at with doe eyes hoping to get him to do something. “Thinking how well we could fit in there together-”

“Stop,” His head falls as he lets out a groan. “I need you to behave tonight,” What? This guy has been chasing me for months and telling me dirty things every time he speaks and now he doesn’t want me? “Listen,” He must have seen the less than happy expression on my face. “As much as I want to fuck you into the mattress and do ungodly things to you I can’t.”

“Why not?” I let out a whine. My hands clawing up until they wrap around his shoulders.

“Because I want to do this right.” I tilt my head in confusion. “I want to take you out on a date and probably fuck you that night because my self control can only go so far,” I chuckle. I took in a deep breath seeing how he was trying to fight his demons. “It took a lot to not fuck you back there but I thought back to my promise,”

“What promise?” My hand moves down his shoulders and up until I cup his face.

“I know you have or will hear stories about me but I want you to know I have changed. I want to do this properly with you. Start off with a date because you deserve that. Take it as slow as you want because I really do want us to happen.”

“You do?’ My voice was laced with teasing but I was genuinely touched once again by his words.

“Yes,” He smiled, placing a kiss on my lips. “So I promised myself that I would do right by you. So you don't regret giving me a chance.”

“Oh, I know I won’t Rafe.” For the first time we shared a kiss not fueled by desire. One that we shared the same breath. Where we felt every curve of our lips. The caring and warmth of us. I had a huge smile when we pulled apart. “So,” My fingers were messing around with the cold golden badge.

“Yeah?” He hummed with a smile.

“We got on a date and then you fuck me?” I said it so seriously I almost believed myself.

“If that is what you want.” He followed along. “You’re the one who has been avoiding me and pushing me away so after the date you will decide,” He pulls away, moving to the end of the bed to organize the plates again. I crossed my arms letting out an annoyed sigh.

“That was because until recently, you annoyed me. Coming around the station and finding me out with my friends, plainly stalking me.”

“It's a small island!” I let out a laugh getting back to my old spot. I watch him grab our plates and walk over to the other side of the bed. “Plus if you didn’t like it you could’ve gotten a restraining order?” I raised an eyebrow knowing he knew what would happen with that order.

“For Mr. Big, Owns Half Of The Island And I Am Sure He Owns The Station Now,” I have to make a note to actually check on that. “Cameron, he would ditch the order.”

“Damn straight,” I grabbed the plate he was handing me. I hit his shoulder when he pulled himself to sit against his headboard.

“You’re so stupid,” I hear his chuckle as we both dig into our food.

“Stupid for you,”

“Eww you weirdo,” We laugh as I pull away. At that moment I wondered why it took me so long to give this guy a chance. This weird, protective, love that he is obsessed with me man.

“Truth,” We had finished eating while watching a random show on Netflix, when Rafe decided to mute the tv and lay his head on my lap. He crossed his arms over his chest like a mummy and requested we play truth or dare.

“How many boyfriends have you had?” I looked down seeing how serious he was waiting for my answer.

“One,” I proudly say. My finger moved to massage his scalp.

“Really?” He smiles looking up through his lashes, amused. “Just one?”

“Why are you surprised? How many have you had?” He shakes his pointer finger.

“It's not my turn yet.” I roll my eyes not wanting to argue. It wasn’t part of the rules either for him to continue asking me questions but here I was giving in. “How old were you?”

“I had just entered my teenage years.” The only boy around who caught my attention.

“First time?” I shake my head.

“I was crazy about him but not enough to not think straight.” He raised his brow slightly. “4 years of being on and off until he finally enlisted without telling me and since then I haven’t heard from him.” I was smart but back then I was a teenage girl too. I used to think we would move from highschool sweethearts to being married and eventually start a family together. That I had gotten lucky with the first boy I actually took time picking out. “He does come to mind on certain nights. Sometimes when I am back home with my friends or when I find myself alone in the night, the stars bring him back.”

“Nope,” he said, waving his hand around to interrupt my thinking.. I look down at him confused. “Forget I ask. I don’t need you thinking of him like that.” I laugh, finding his slight jealous tone adorable. “I hope he got shot in war.”

“Rafe what the fuck?!” He looked back at me with a blank expression like he said nothing wrong. “Don’t say shit like that,”

“Why? Because you hate thinking he might have died and you didn’t get a chance to tell him you still think of him?”

“You started this. Don’t get mad at me,” Like a little kid he crossed his arms and focused his eyes at the ceiling. “Rafe?” I say more calmly. I move forward to block his view but he only turns his head towards the wall. “You can’t get mad for something you started.” He slowly groans, still not looking at me. I grin moving closer to his ear and placing a kiss. “He is my faint past, not my present.” I place another kiss just below his ear, on his jaw. I watch his eyelid closed slowly, his head twisting towards me as I lead him with kisses. “Still mad?” I whisper hovering over his lips.

“Fuck yeah,”

“Hmm,” I move close enough to graze his lips and our noses together. “What can I do?” I bit back a laugh seeing him desperately lift his head, chasing a kiss but I pulled back. “What a kiss?” He obediently nods letting out a deep sigh.

“Yes ma’am.” With no second to spare my lip met him. A soft whisper of a touch. My lip parting, our breath mingling together. Once again the time slowed, the only sound was a gentle hum of our bodies. My fingers tracing the curves of his jaw as we continued kissing. So smooth a soft, leaving me breathless when I pulled away. I watch his eyes flutter open and I offer him a smile which he reciprocates.

“Truth or Dare?” I whisper, earning a quick chuckle from him.

“Dare-” We both jump with the sudden sound of my phone ringing.

“Shit.” I stretch my body over reaching for my phone on the nightstand. “Hello?” Rafe had already sat up allowing me to scoot out of bed and rush over to my clean clothes. I mentally thank Rafe for putting them in the wash before he left to pick up the food.

“Sergeant pushed the warrant for his house but we only have the rest of the 24 hours to question him.” okay.

“That gives me all night then.” I start placing on my shoes while holding the phone with my chin. “Julie leave the paperwork on my desk and take the night off,”

“But-”

“You do enough Julie, go get some rest.” I could sense her uncertainty from the other side of the phone but later on she agreed. “I will see you in the morning.”

“Yes detective.” I hear the dial end and I let go, making the phone hit the ground.

“Fucking shoelaces,” I whisper tying my shoes once more. “Rafe?” I look up, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed with his shoes already on and the keys in his hand.

“Get in the car before I decide to tie you up,” We both stood up at the same time. I couldn’t look away from his predator eyes. I took a step back every time he took one forward.

“Kinky.”

“That's the only way I see you being away from the station for at least one night,” he completely ignored my comment.

“I promise the night you get to tie me up I will take a whole day off,” He finally catches up and stands towering over me.

“The day I tie you up, you will need more than one day.” Fucking chills.

[eddiazx]

nursing a crush - eddie diaz x reader

Based on this request: Can I please request one where reader is a nurse and Eddie's always finding excuses to see her? 🙏

"Alright, Chim, Hen, transport the patient to the hospital; the rest of us will meet you back at the station." Bobby directs.

"Wait Cap, can I ride along with them?" Eddie requests, and not for the first time in the past 30 days. He completely misses the amused smirks that Buck, Chim, and Hen exchange with each other.

Bobby gives Eddie a confused look - rightfully so, since the patient was stable and didn't require another medic in the ambulance. He ends up agreeing with a dismissing wave.

Chim, Hen, and Eddie get in the ambulance with the patient. Almost immediately, Chim drawls out a, "Soooo. Any reason why you keep tagging along to the hospital with us?"

"What, a guy can't spend some time with his friends?" Eddie jokes in an attempt to deflect, but he can already feel the apples of his cheeks turn pink in betrayal. He blames his mother's genetics for his propensity to flush red when he was lying or embarrassed.

Hen chuckles, but doesn't rag on Eddie. The remaining 8-minute ride to the hospital is spent in relative and comfortable silence.

When they transport the patient into E.R., Eddie tries to subtly search for you. He first saw you a month ago, extremely competent at your job as an E.R. charge nurse, friendly with everyone around you, with a stunning smile to boot. Eddie has since weaselled his way onto most of the calls that would end up at the hospital you worked at, just to be around you.

"Hey Diaz." Eddie turns around, his lips already quirking up in a smile at the sound of your voice.

"Hey." He greets you, rubbing his hand at the back of his neck. He's sure that his face was firetruck red by now, since being around you reverts him to a bumbling teenager.

As Chim and Hen give you the rundown of the patient, you nod and direct them towards triage. When it's just you and Eddie, you cock your head to the side, that dazzling smile gracing your face.

"How was your weekend?" You question.

"Uh, it was good, great. Took my son to the beach."

"That's good. How long are you going to do this, Eddie?"

Eddie startles, akin to a deer in headlights.

"What do you mean? Do what?" He chuckles nervously. Did you think he was a creep? Did you not like seeing him?

"Coming up with reasons to see me without asking me out." Without making him sweat too long, you take a Sharpie from the front pocket of your scrubs and pull his hand towards you. You write down your phone number, and Eddie's hand tingles in all the best ways.

"There." You murmur softly. "Now you have no excuse not to."

Eddie grins slowly at you. "Friday night okay?"

"Friday night is perfect." You wink, placing a featherlight kiss on his cheek, before going back to your patients.

Of course, it's at that exact moment when Chim and Hen come to join Eddie.

"Something tells me he didn't actually want to spend more time with us in the ambulance, Hen. I'm hurt." Chim teases, and Eddie continues to get ribbed all the way back to the station. Tracing your phone number with his finger, Eddie can't seem to bring himself to mind.

[daryltwdixon]

Summary: fluffy, domestic grumpy Joel drabble—he finds you after a trail ride with Ellie, acting all huffy like you were gone for days instead of a few hours. But for all his grumbling, he can’t seem to keep his hands off you, sneaking in every touch he can while you untack your horse.

I had this dream last night and after getting done with my morning shift at the barn (yes im a tried and true horse girl) I had to get home to write it asap. I really hope you guys don't mind my random stream of consciousness fluff ideas because I don't plan on stopping

The sun was dipping behind the mountains when you and Ellie rode back into Jackson, the warm glow stretching long shadows across the main road. The ride had been good—brisk air, the scent of pine, the rhythmic drum of hooves against the dirt. Ellie had been chatty, as always, rambling about how she totally could’ve shot that deer quicker if you’d just let her.

You laughed, nudging your horse forward as the gates swung open, and right there—like he had been waiting, though he’d never admit it—was Joel.

His arms were crossed, his mouth set in that usual line of perpetual disapproval, but the second his eyes landed on you, something softened. It was quick, a flash of warmth before he scowled at Ellie instead. “Took you long enough,” he grumbled.

Ellie huffed as she swung off her horse. “We weren’t exactly in a hurry, old man.”

“Obviously,” he muttered, though his gaze flicked back to you, sweeping over you like he was checking for any sign of trouble.

You grinned as you slid off your horse, your boots hitting the ground. Before you could even brush the dust off your pants, Joel was there, his hands bracketing your waist as he pulled you in. His lips pressed firm against yours, warm, familiar, and entirely unapologetic despite the fact that Ellie was loudly gagging in the background.

“Oh my God, can you guys not?” she groaned, dragging her horse toward the stables.

Joel ignored her, his thumb tracing along your cheek as he reluctantly pulled away, his voice gruff but low just for you. “Go get cleaned up. I got the horse.”

You tilted your head at him with a teasing smile pulling at your lips. “I'm perfectly capable to untack my own horse,”

Joel exhaled through his nose, already shaking his head. “Never said you weren't.”

“But I want to.” You met his gaze, steady and unwavering, knowing exactly how this would go.

He held your stare, jaw ticking, that stubborn streak flaring like he was about to tell you to get your ass home. But you saw it—the way his resolve crumbled almost immediately. Joel never really fought you on anything, not when you looked at him like that, not when he’d do just about anything to make you happy.

With a sigh, he muttered, “Stubborn woman,” before stepping back and nodding toward the stable. “Fine. But you brush 'em down. My back ain't gonna put up with that tonight.”

You beamed, looping your arm through his as you led your horse inside, and though he grumbled about how he was too old for this, you saw the way his fingers lingered against yours, like he had missed you the entire time you were gone.

The scent of hay and leather wrapped around you like something familiar and safe as you entered the stables with your horse in tow. Ellie was already tending to Shimmer, loudly talking about how next time she’d take you to a cool spot by the creek she found, but you weren’t paying her much mind. Joel was right behind you, keeping close, as if he still wasn’t convinced you’d made it back in one piece.

You pulled your saddle off and hoisted it over the railing, rolling your shoulders to ease the weight. Joel moved beside you, unclipping the bridle from your horse, his touch careful as he slipped the worn leather over her ears. “Good boy,” he muttered under his breath, rubbing a rough palm against the gelding’s neck. His hand brushed against yours as he stepped past, slow and deliberate, like he was making sure you felt it.

It was such a small touch, but it sent warmth curling up your spine.

“You do the brushin',” he murmured, voice low beside you. “I’ll put this away.”

You huffed a soft laugh. “Delegating, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, deadpan, though the corner of his mouth twitched. “Gotta keep you in line somehow.”

You shot him an unimpressed look. “Oh, that’s what this is? You think you’re in charge?”

Joel gave a low huff, shaking his head as he passed behind you, his hand dragging slow along your waist. “Ain’t no thinkin’ about it, sweetheart.”

You smirked, brushing your horse with a little extra purpose. “Mm-hmm. Keep telling yourself that, Miller.”

That earned you a sharp look, but it didn’t have a single ounce of bite. He moved past you, close enough that his palm landed at your lower back, just for a moment, a quick press of warmth before he was gone. Always touching, always making sure you were there, close enough to reach.

You picked up the brush and started working through your horse’s coat, sweeping in long, even strokes while it grazed on its hay. Joel returned a moment later, settling in the stall, already working the leather cleaner into the seat of the saddle on the railing. But every time you passed near him—every time you shifted to reach another spot—his hands found you. A steadying palm on your hip. A slow drag along the small of your back. Fingers curling at your elbow, thumb smoothing over the inside of your wrist. You wondered if he was even trying to help or just wanted to stare.

“Y’know,” you mused, keeping your tone casual even as heat bloomed under every touch, “you could help.”

“I am helpin’,” he said, completely serious. “Cleanin' yer damn tack. Supervisin’.”

You shot him a look. “Uh-huh.”

Joel exhaled a slow breath, like you were really putting him through it, and finally relented. He stepped behind you, so close his chest pressed against your back as he reached around you to grab another brush. Instead of moving away, he stayed there, caging you in with warm, steady hands.

“Like this,” he murmured, guiding your hand with his own, their weight pressing down together against the horse’s coat.

You swallowed hard, heart knocking against your ribs. “You think I don’t know how to brush a horse, Miller?”

He smirked, his breath warm against the side of your face. “Just makin’ sure.”

You scoffed, but your voice came out softer than you meant it to. He was teasing you, but you could feel the way he lingered, the way he soaked up every second of being this close, like he’d been waiting for it.

Ellie made a disgusted noise from across the aisle. “Are you guys seriously flirting while brushing a horse?”

Joel barely even glanced her way. “Go home, Ellie.”

She groaned, muttering something about old people being gross as she grabbed her stuff and left. But you barely noticed. Joel’s hand was still over yours, fingers brushing slow circles into your skin, like he had no intention of letting go.

“You miss me that much?” you teased, leaning into him just a little.

Joel grunted, pressing a kiss against the top of your head before stepping away to put the brush back. “Every damn minute.”

Your stomach flipped at that, at the gruff honesty of it, no hesitation in his voice. You watched as he opened the stall door, letting your horse into the pasture for the night, his movements slow, easy—so at home here, so at home with you.

When he turned back, his hand slipped around your waist, pulling you gently from the stall. “C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice softer now. “Let’s go eat.”

You exhaled with a smile, warmth curling through your chest. “Fine. I’m starved.” You hesitated for just a second, then reached for his hand, fingers slotting between his as you squeezed. “And, Joel?”

He glanced down at you, his grip instinctively tightening. “Yeah?”

Your smile turned softer, quieter. “I missed you too.”

Joel didn’t say anything, but his hand slid from your waist up to the back of your neck, tilting your face up to lean into you. He kissed you slow, deliberate—like it wasn’t enough to just hear it, like he needed you to feel it. Needed to remind you, in the only way he really knew how, just how much you meant to him.

Joel Miller was never a man of many words, but the way he held you, the way he kissed you in moments like this...it said more than words ever could.

[violettwrites]

dancer in the dark — daryl dixon

fem!reader x daryl dixon — france

WE’RE BAAAACK !!!

i’ve been rewatching the daryl dixon spinoff and i missed my daddy so here you go !! this is heavily based off the vibes of gibson girl by ethel cain so i highly reccomend listening while you read. enjoy !!

p.s i don’t usually write third person but i was kinda writing from daryl’s point of view so it just fit better 😭

the demimonde was a world of its own. the glow of dim red lights bathed the club in something intimate and sinister, like a place where secrets came to dance and never left. the air was thick with perfume and cigarette smoke, the kind of haze that softened edges and blurred reality, making everything feel just a little more unreal.

daryl dixon had seen his fair share of places like this before the world ended— seedy bars, dim-lit dives, places where people went to forget. but demimonde was different. it felt like another world entirely, like he was stepping through a door into something he wasn’t supposed to witness.

he didn’t belong here. he knew that much. his boots were too worn, his vest too rough, and his presence too heavy for a place where people pretended the world outside didn’t exist. but he didn’t care about fitting in. he was here for information— tracking a lead.

and then he saw her.

she moved like smoke curling from a lit cigarette— slow, deliberate, intoxicating. dark lashes framed eyes that held a spark of mischief, lips painted a shade that belonged to trouble. she was just a dancer. no. she owned the stage like she had carved it from the bones of this broken world herself.

daryl had never given much thought to performances like this, but he couldn’t look away. the way she swayed, the way her fingers traced the air like she was speaking something only the lucky ones could understand. it had his breath catching in his throat.

when the song ended, the spell she seemingly had him under didn’t break. she locked eyes with him as she stepped off the stage, as if she had known he was watching all along. the corner of her mouth curled up ever so slightly— not a full smile, just enough to tell him she knew exactly what kind of effect she had.

daryl swallowed hard, fingers flexing at his side nervously. he had seen a lot of beautiful things in his like, but this was different. she was different.

and for the first time in a long time, he wanted to get closer.

she moved through the club like she owned the place. people parted for her without realising they were doing it— drawn in by whatever force she seemed to carry with her. daryl watched, his fingers moving to tighten around the strap of his crossbow, his heartbeat a little too steady for how damn unsettled he felt.

now, he wasn’t the type to get shaken by a pretty face. he’d seen plenty in his time— before, after. but this? this was something else. something slow and dangerous, like the feeling you got right before a storm broke.

she finally reached him, leaning one hand against the edge of the table he was standing at, her nails tapping against the worn wood in a rhythm only she knew. up close, she smelled like smoke and something sweet, something expensive, something that didn’t belong in a world this broken.

“you don’t look like you belong here.” her voice was smooth, low, teasing. she was american. he could tell by her accent, and the way she held herself, like she had seen something of the old world before it burned. it made him wornder how the hell she ended up here, in france, in this den of ghosts and whispers.

daryl raised a brow, his lips quirking just slightly. “neither do you.”

that made her grin, slow and knowing. “maybe,” she shrugged her shoulders, “but i make it work.”

she comfortably leaned on the table, like she had all the time in the world. the red light caught on the curve of her collarbone, the faint sheen of sweat from the stage still clinging to her skin.

“what’s a guy like you doing in a place like this? an american, too,” she asked, tilting her head.

daryl exhaled through his nose, leaning back. “lookin’ for someone.”

her grin widened, almost sinister. “hope it’s not me. that’d make things too easy.”

that made him smirk— just a little. he took her in, the way she held herself, the way she seemed to be measuring him just as much as he was her. he wasn’t sure what he had expected when she sauntered over, but he was definitely not expecting this.

“got a name?” he asked, his voice gruff.

she leaned in, close enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath against his skin. “depends on who’s askin’.”

daryl held her gaze, steady, unwavering. “daryl.”

she let his name settle between them, rolling it over like she was trying to decide if it suited him. then, finally, she spoke.

“nice to meet you, daryl.” she leaned back again, that same teasing smirk playing on her lips. “you can call me whatever you want.”

daryl huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “that right?”

she shrugged, eyes gleaming in the low light. “sure. long as you say it nice.”

something about her— hell, this whole place —felt like walking a tightrope over a pit he couldn’t see the bottom of. but hell if he didn’t want to take another step forward. he wasn’t sure what it was; her confidence, her sharp tongue, or the way she looked at him like she already had him figured out.

“think i’ll stick with the truth,” he said, his voice low, steady. “what’s your real name?”

she considered him for a moment, tapping her nails against the tabletop again. it was a lazy rhythm, but he got the feeling she was testing him, seeing if he was the kind of man worth answering.

then, finally— “(y/n).”

he nodded, letting her name roll of his tongue. “(y/n).”

she liked the way he said it. he could tell by the way her lips twitched, just a little.

“so,” she hummed, leaning her chin in her hand. “who’re you really looking for, daryl?”

he glanced around the club, scanning the dark corners, the clothes of people drinking and talking in low voices. “a man named quinn.”

her expression didn’t change, but something in her eyes sharpened. “can’t imagine why someone like you would be looking for someone like him.”

daryl lifted a shoulder. “got somethin’ i need.”

she studied him for a beat, like she was weighing something in her mind. then, slowly, she leaned in again, close enough that he could see the smudge of her lipstick.

“quinn doesn’t deal with just anyone,” she murmured. “but me? i might be able to help.”

daryl didn’t move, didn’t let himself react too much. “that right?”

she smiled, slow and dangerous. “that’s right.”

a slow song started up, something haunting and sensual. (y/n) stood up straight, stepping back, tilting her head toward the dance slow. “c’mon,” she said. “dance with me.”

daryl scoffed, shaking his head. “ain’t much of a dancer.”

she grinned. “didn’t ask if you were good at it.”

he exhaled through his nose, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek. every damn instinct told him to stay seated, to keep his guard up. but there was something about her, something that made him want to throw caution to the wind— just for a minute.

so, against all better judgement, daryl dixon followed her out onto the dance floor.

the moment daryl stepped onto the dance floor, he knew he was in over his head. the red light above cast everything in a slow, fever-dream haze, and the music— low and sultry —seemed to vibrate through the floor beneath his boots.

(y/n) turned to face him, tilting her head, a lazy grin tugging at her lips. she didn’t reach for him immediately. instead, she let the moment stretch, like she was giving him a chance to walk away.

he didn’t.

“relax, daryl,” she murmured, stepping closer. her hands found his shoulders, fingers light but sure, sliding down his arms before guiding his hands to her waist. he tensed— only for a second —before exhaling through his nose, letting himself follow her lead.

“see? not so bad.”

he huffed at her, shaking his head. “ain’t exactly waltzin’ here.”

she laughed, low and sweet, the sound curling around him like a slow burning fuse. she swayed, guiding him into the rhythm of the music, her body moving in time with his. daryl was stiff at first, unused to this kind of closeness, this kind of softness. but (y/n)? she moved like she belonged in moments like this, like she’d done it a thousand times before.

“you’re holding on like you think i’ll disappear,” she teased, fingers brushing over the back of his neck. “you nervous, cowboy?”

daryl scoffed at her. “ain’t my first time dancin’.”

that made her smirk. “no? could’ve fooled me.”

he rolled his eyes, but she caught the way his fingers tightened slightly at her waist. it was subtle, but it was there— that shift, that moment when he let himself sink into the moment.

“you always drag strangers onto the dance floor?” he asked, voice low.

she hummed, pretending to think about it. “only the ones i like.”

daryl didn’t say anything, just held her gaze. steady and unreadable. but there was something in his eyes— something dark and curious, something hungry but restrained.

the song dragged on, slow and hazy, stretching time into something almost unreal. (y/n) pressed a little closer, her lips near his ear now, just enough that he could feel the warmth of her breath.

“quinn won’t trust you,” she murmured. “not right away.”

daryl stiffened slightly at her words. “that supposed to mean somethin’?”

she pulled back just enough to meet his eyes. “means you’re gonna need me.”

daryl searched her face, trying to figure out what game she was playing. but it this was a game, she placed it well. too damn well.

before he could answer, the song ended, and (y/n) stepped back, her hands slipping from his shoulders like a whisper.

“meet me after my next set,” she said, flashing him one last slow, knowing grin. “i’ll see what i can do.”

then, she was gone, disappearing into the crowd like smoke, leaving daryl standing there, his hands still tingling from where he had held her.

yeah. he was in deep now.

[alittlegiraffe]

Title: 5 Times Marshall Made You Jealous (+1 Time You Made Him Jealous)

1. The Time with the Interviewer

Marshall had always been charming in interviews, but this one? This one was testing your patience.

The interviewer—a stunning woman with legs for days—was laughing a little too hard at his jokes, touching his arm a little too often. And Marshall? He wasn’t exactly pushing her away.

You sat off to the side, arms crossed, tapping your foot. When he finally wrapped up and walked over, grinning like he hadn’t just been flirting on live TV, you gave him a pointed look.

“What?” he asked, smirking.

You rolled your eyes. “Nothing.”

He chuckled, wrapping an arm around your waist. “You jealous?”

“No,” you lied.

“You so are,” he teased, kissing your temple. And, damn it, you let him win.

2. The Time He Took a Fan Pic a Little Too Close

You loved how much he appreciated his fans. But when a gorgeous woman wrapped her arms around him, leaning into him like she belonged there while he smiled like he wasn’t even thinking about it? Yeah, that stung a little.

The worst part? You saw the picture on Twitter before he even mentioned it.

“So, anything you wanna tell me?” you asked later, holding up your phone.

He glanced at the screen, then at you, before sighing. “It was just a picture.”

“She was all over you, Marshall.”

He stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you. “I didn’t even notice. The only person I care about is you.”

Damn it. He always knew exactly what to say.

3. The Time with Rihanna

You trusted Marshall. You did. But watching him perform with Rihanna? Watching them vibe on stage, their chemistry so effortless? That messed with your head a little.

You didn’t say anything at first. But later that night, he caught you staring at your drink, jaw tight.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing.”

He raised a brow. “This isn’t about the performance, is it?”

You scoffed. “No.”

He grinned. “You sure?”

“…Shut up.”

Marshall just laughed, pulling you into him. “You’re the only one I want, you know that?”

You did. But it still felt good to hear.

4. The Time His Ex Called

Marshall rarely talked about his exes, which was fine by you. But when one of them called out of nowhere, your stomach twisted.

He answered, his voice neutral, but you couldn’t help but listen in. She was laughing, reminiscing, and while he wasn’t exactly feeding into it, he wasn’t shutting it down either.

When he hung up, you raised an eyebrow. “So, we’re taking calls from exes now?”

He sighed, running a hand over his face. “It was nothing.”

“Didn’t sound like nothing.”

He stepped closer, tilting your chin up. “You seriously think I’d ever go back to that?”

You sighed. “No.”

“Then c’mere,” he murmured, pulling you into a slow, lingering kiss.

Fine. You’d let it slide. This time.

5. The Time He Got a Little Too Cozy with a Music Video Model

Marshall had warned you about the video shoot. Said it was all acting, that you had nothing to worry about. But watching him with his hands on some model’s waist, his lips way too close to hers? Yeah, that was pushing it.

You didn’t say anything at first. You just went quiet.

He noticed.

“You mad?” he asked later, sliding onto the couch beside you.

“No.”

“Liar.”

You shot him a glare. “I know it’s just work, but did you have to look at her like that?”

He smirked. “What, like this?” He gave you the same sultry look from the video, and you groaned, shoving his face away.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t,” he said, kissing your cheek. “C’mon, baby. You know it’s only you.”

Damn it. He was way too good at this.

+1. The Time You Made Him Jealous

It happened completely by accident.

You were out with some mutual friends, and one of the guys—a friend of a friend—was making you laugh. You weren’t even flirting, but Marshall? He was glowering from across the room, his jaw tight, his grip on his drink almost painful.

When you caught his stare, you smirked.

He narrowed his eyes. Two could play this game.

Later, as soon as you were alone, he caged you against the wall, his hands gripping your waist. “You think that’s funny?”

You bit your lip. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

His eyes darkened. “Oh, you know.”

Then he kissed you—hard, possessive, like he had something to prove.

Not that you were complaining.

[cherubcameron]

Love Espresso

Chapter 8: Wildflower

MASTERLIST

Synopsis: after her breakup with Rafe and him kicking her out. Her best friend offers her a new job and a place to stay. But when Rafe comes back from Morocco. He realizes he’d made a grave mistake. Will Sofia go back to him? Or will she decide that her new life means more to her than him?

Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9

Sofia blinked away her surprise; he was right in front of her. She couldn’t help the way her heart swelled at the sight of him. Her Rafe.

He looked just as stunned to see her. His footsteps faltering as he got closer to the front door. In his hands, were his grocery bags.

“S-Sofia?” He repeated, almost as if he’d hope he wasn’t imagining her.

“Rafe.”

Sarah came out the car soon after. Her hand on her belly. Her eyes darting from Sofia, to John B and then to Rafe. The tension in the air is palpable.

“You guys came back early…” John B says, breaking the tension like a knife. Sarah smiles, grabbing a bag from Rafes hands.

“We just needed some milk. But you know how I need my pregnancy snacks.” Sarah says. She made her way towards John B, handing him the bag. He took it from her.

“Uh… we’re going to leave, you two alone to talk.” Sarah says, grabbing John B’s hand. They leave towards a different part of the house. Sofia crosses her arms; unsure on what to do with herself.

She hadn’t realized how awkward this would be. Her momentum completely disappeared. Rafe scratched the back of his head. His other hand still holding the groceries, Sarah hadn’t taken.

Sofia couldn’t help but stare at his arms. Her mind wandering; his cheeks turned pink. She was the only one who ever managed to make him blush. He’d missed the way she would look at him. He’d missed her, so much.

“Sofia.” He said again, this time a little more hoarsely. “Why’re are you here?” It came out harsher than he intended.

Sofia eyes darted to the ground. Her cheeks heating up. “I thought it was time you and I finally talked.”

Sofia’s hand caressed Rafe’s cheek. Her eyes boring into his. Her eyes shone like stars as she stared at him. Rafe felt his own cheeks flush.

“Stop staring at me like that. It’s going to make me kiss you.”

Sofia can’t help but giggle as he says this. Her body moving closer to his so she can steal a kiss. Her hands now on his chest, her body molting against his. His hands move to her waist, holding her close to him.

She slowly pulled away, “Que Lindo tu ves.” Her hand continuing to caress his cheek. He blushes further. His hand reaching up to play with her hair.

“Is that right?” Rafe smiles up at her, his eyes staring into hers. Today it’s decided to lean towards looking more green.

“Oh? You know what that means?” She teased, giggling as he grinned at her.

“Had to learn my girls language.” He pushes a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Though, don’t ask me to speak it yet. I sound terrible.” He laughs. She laughs along with him.

“Hey at least, you’re trying.” She kisses his nose. “Let me hear it.” Rafe crosses his arms and lets out another chuckle.

“You’re going to cringe at how terrible my Spanish sounds.” He says, his eyes roaming her face.

“Practice, makes perfect. No?”

Sofia played with the hem of her skirt; as she sat next to Rafe on his couch. The cup of water he’d gotten her, sat abandoned on the coffee table.

“This doesn’t have to be awkward.” Rafe says. His head ducked low as he doesn’t stare at her. “We’re here to talk.”

Sofia nodded, “Then can you please look at me?” Her voice comes out a bit hoarse. Like she’d hadn’t spoken in ages. But really, her throat was dry. She reaches for the cup of water. But then lets her arm fall.

Rafe slowly looks up; he looks like a little kid almost. Reduced to a vulnerable state. He’d always been like that with her. Always stripped of any facade he tried to create.

“Why did you do it? Was that your scheme all along? Pretending to be in love with me or some shit?” He ripped the bandit right off. He didn’t want to keep tiptoeing around the issue anymore. He didn’t want to lose this opportunity. He finally got her here to talk. And he was just going to get he answer he wanted; straight. The anger he thought he was done with; resurfacing.

She’d appreciated him for it. She knew she would haven’t been able to be so straight forward. She’d been too afraid to be.

Sofia breath in a breath and let it out. “My dad had told me about this deal. Hollis had tried to ask him to involve me in getting you to agree on investing in Goat Island. It sounded scammy to me. And at the time, I couldn’t imagine doing something like that to you. And then when—”

Her eyes finally turned away from him. Remembering that awful day.

“I had went looking for you. To tell you what my dad had said. I found you at the club. I overheard you talking to Ruthie and Topper. She’d said that, since you live with a pogue. You might not be up for whatever it was Topper was planning to do. I’m assuming it’s the rezoning. And then… I heard you.”

Rafe’s eyes widen. His heart sinking. She wasn’t meant to hear that.

“You said that just because we hooked up. Didn’t make me your girlfriend.” Her hands were tightly intertwined together. Her eyes no longer even looking at him. Now it was her turn to duck her head. “How you weren’t living with a Pogue. That you had standards.”

Rafe in took a sharp breath of air. Letting it puff out. “Shit.” He said. He rubs at his head; now staring at her.

Sofia only ducks her head down. Tears began to brim her eyes. It was laid out bare in front of them. The start of the doom of their relationship.

“Sofia, please look at me.” He says hoarsely. “I didn’t mean those things. I promise, I just didn’t like how— you know how Ruthie is like.”

Sofia scoffed, looking away from him. “But you still said those things, Rafe. What was I supposed to do?”

“Talk to me! Not fucking betray me!” He finally snapped. Sofia flinches as he yelled at her. He’d never done that before. Never once raised his voice at her. She wasn’t used to it.

She’d seen him, yell at others. But never her. Being on that side of it. It feels wrong, like as if she woken up at the wrong side of the bed.

He instantly deflates the moment; he notices her flinch. “I’m-I’m not trying to argue with you.”

Rafe remembered, how he felt the moment he found out. He felt his whole body go numb. There was no way. Not Sofia. Anyone but Sofia. She would never do that to him. His angel of a girlfriend. Fiancée. No, no, no.

He loves her, he would never do anything to hurt her. So why did she hurt him? After the phone call, he felt his tears brimming his eyes. He felt his heart feel like it was on fire. He couldn’t believe it. His Sofia had betrayed him.

Rafe wiped away at his eyes. No longer able to contain his tears. His hands shook.

“I love you Sofia. I love you, okay. I didn’t mean to fuck this up. I shouldn’t have said those things. But you could have talked to me. We could have… we wouldn’t be here. And I’m not trying to completely fault you in that.” His voice came out broken. Like he couldn’t speak properly.

He looked at her, his Sofia. Her beautiful eyes brimmed with tears. He wanted to reach over and wipe them away from her eyes. Wanted to fix everything that hurt her.

“I’m sorry, I know it won’t fix anything. But I am truly sorry. I didn’t mean for you to lose—” Her eyes casted down away from him.

The silence engulfed them. Now it felt like it would be like pulling teeth. He didn’t want this to be the end of them. He waited for her to continue with batted breath.

“I didn’t mean for you to lose everything.” She whispered. Rafe felt his heart clenched.

For a long time, he thought he cared about the money. But now… all he cared about was having her back. He remembered the conversations he’d have with Kiara. He never thought he’d ever become close to her. And he still wouldn’t consider her to be. But he’d told her about Sofia.

He realized even when he wasn’t around Sofia. He managed to make room for her in the conversation. He wished he could take back the things he said about her. He didn’t mean them. Now here was the consequence to those words being uttered.

“I love you Rafe. I was upset and I did the first thing I could to hurt you. And I regretted it the moment I did. I regretted the moment I realized you were serious about us. I wish I could have just spoken to you. I tried to make you back out. But it’s been too late. I’m not here to ask you to forgive me. You don’t have to forgive me.”

He couldn’t take it anymore. The distance between them, he couldn’t recall being close to her. He sank onto his knees and practically crawled to her. He gripped her hands in his. He was a starved man. The time away from her was unbearable. Felt like a shot in the heart.

“I remember I told you that I didn’t care what you did. The day I proposed to you. And now… now that you’re here in front of me—”

He placed his head into her hands. His tears slipping down his face. “I don’t want to lose you Sofia.” He sobbed.

Sofia felt her tears fall down her own face. Before she knew it, they were embracing each other. She didn’t know if this meant they’ll be together. But in this moment, they were two souls who had found what they were searching for.

Sofia is listening to:

Rafe is listening to:

[honeyryewhiskey]

everything in between Ⓒ 1999

the memory box. — headcannons from teenhood.

story intro page !

Your nickname, Bug, came from Dean. Aunt Hadley brought you over to her friend Bobby’s house not long after John left the boys in his care. You were fascinated by the old Chevy parked in the yard, marveling at the fact that Dean, barely 14, already had a car. With endless curiosity, you peppered him with questions while practically crawling over the Impala to inspect it. Dean, arms crossed and brows furrowed, finally huffed, “You’re like a bug, y’know that? Annoying and buzzin' around my head.” Despite his gruff demeanor, it didn’t take long for you to buzz right past the walls he tried so hard to keep up. 

Sam, on the other hand, was shy and polite—so polite it was almost painful. That first summer, he barely said a word to you or Aunt Hadley. He didn’t stray far from Dean, a little doe-eyed shadow trotting behind the two of you every day. But when you noticed his love for reading, you spent your spring earnings on a pile of books for him. The way Sam’s face lit up, his grin brighter than the summer sun, made it worth every penny. From then on, he’d chat your ear off about whatever he was reading. Dean, overhearing one of these enthusiastic book talks, would smirk and tease, “Nerds of a feather flock together.”

You were never a mischievous child, no, as your aunt would say “she's—curious. Can’t help following her nose whenever some stink catches her interest.” Dean—his middle name is mischief. Together, the two of you always found something to get into. Like the time you discovered Bobby’s dusty hunting guns. Dean explained rock-salt ammunition and gave you a crash course on firing them behind the scrapyard. Bobby stormed out mid-lesson, voice booming, “You idjits better quit before you shoot your damn feet off!”

Not all your troublemaking was dangerous. Some of it was downright silly, like distracting Dean from working on cars by showing up with candy and a box of cassette tapes. Bobby would find the two of you sprawled out in the garage, music blaring and laughter bouncing off the walls.

Of course, none of you were above pranks either—like the time you and Sam hid Dean’s toolbox. His revenge? Removing the front wheel of your bike and leaving it by the porch with a note jammed under the tire shield: This is what betrayal looks like.

as you and Dean grew closer, you spent many nights up in his room talking for hours. Lying on opposite ends of his bed, staring off into space, your conversations would roll into the stuff neither of you cared to talk about in the light of day. "Do you miss him, your dad I mean, do you ever wish he'd come back?" you whisper. Dean was quiet, rolling your words over in his head before sighing, "No—I used to think I wanted him to come back. Especially that first summer." A dry chuckle came out of him before he continued, "But, I don't know... Sammy's happy here. Bobby's good to us. And besides, Bug, I've got you now." He couldn't see your smile from where he rested, but it was growing across your features. "Yeah,I guess I don't mind having you two around." "What about you, huh? You never talk about your dad." "Not much to miss," you shrug, "can't miss someone you never really knew."

You and Sam would study together at your Aunt’s Bakery after school. Dean, bored out of his mind, would hang around to eat Aunt Hadley’s pie and pester the two of you. 

At fifteen, you had your first date with a senior boy. Nervous and jittery, you spent all afternoon at Bobby’s trying to distract yourself from thoughts of the date. When he pulled up in his muscle car, Dean made a big show of polishing a wrench and glaring at the guy. Bobby told him to “quit tryin’ to scare the damn kid.”  But Dean just quipped back, “I’m doing my job.”

It was shortly after that date, when things didn’t work out with Mr. Muscle Car, that you got your first kiss. It was with Dean, during one of your movie nights in Bobby’s living room. The two of you were quiet for a moment, an awkward silence filling the air as neither of you could really look at each other. “Dean, I don’t think I can see you as anything other than like—my annoying best friend that snores in his sleep and burps too loud.” He gave you a sheepish laugh, cheeks a bright pink as he nodded.  “Yeah,” his hand goes up to rub his jaw, “yeah, you’re right. Pretend this never happened?” “Deal.” you were quick to respond, and the agreement was sealed with a handshake. 

Sam roped you into a science fair project when he was 12. The experiment ended in a minor explosion in Bobby’s garage. Dean walked in coughing through the smoke, muttering, “What the hell are you two doing? Trying to blow up the yard?”

You and Dean often worked on cars in the yard while Sam sat nearby with a book. Dean would teach you how to fix things. Bobby once walked by as Dean leaned over your shoulder to help, grumbling, “Get a room, you two.” Both of you turned bright pink and stumbled over awkward denials.

John’s rare calls were a shadow over those years. You always knew when he’d called the moment you saw Dean. He’d go find you—whether in your bedroom or the library—and wordlessly drop into a chair beside you, his teasing smile nowhere in sight. You never pressed him to talk. Instead, you’d hug him until the weight on his shoulders spilled out in quiet confessions.

Aunt Hadley once caught Dean sneaking out of the bakery with extra cookies. She crossed her arms and said, “Dean Winchester, put those back.” Dean sheepishly returned them…except for one he hid behind his back.

You stole Dean’s leather jacket once, just to see how long it would take him to notice. When he finally did, he cornered you and said, “Bug, if you don’t give that back, I’m telling everyone about your obsession with NSYNC.”

Whenever you and Dean got into one of your bickering matches, Sam would sigh dramatically and say, “You two fight like an old married couple.” Earning a matching pair of glares, and a unison, “shut it, Sammy.”

He was also the first to notice how fond you were of each other. Even if neither you or Dean had a clue about it. Once, he sat on the edge of the tub as you were patching up a cut on Dean’s hand—after he’d gotten a little too mouthy with the school meatheads and had to fight his way out. Sam would scoff, his squeaky puberty voice muttering, “Just kiss already.” You and Dean both turned crimson, shooting half-hearted insults at him in retaliation.

— Unbeknownst to you at the time, the Winchesters and Bobby became the family you hadn’t realized you were missing. Growing up, you’d always hovered on the fringes of social circles—too shy to make the first move, too quiet to join in. That summer of ’95 changed everything. The pangs of loneliness faded, replaced by the warmth of belonging. Your Aunt Hadley had always been your rock, her love steady and unwavering, but the boys brought something back: your spark.

[valy-gc]

Twisted Wonderland - Homicipher - Mr. Crawling as MC

I'm not especially good for writing fanfics... I have a hard time using characters that are not mine. But this is in my head for a moment now. Now, if you want to continue it, you can... could become a collab fanfic? With different person writing each chapters? You know like... this game when you start a drawing but someone else continue it, then another person and again until it give a full drawing?

Dunno, I would be curious to see what someone could imagine next.

Chapter 1: The Crawling Stranger

The heavy lid of the coffin burst open with a force that sent dust scattering into the air. Gasps echoed through the grand hall as the assembled students recoiled in surprise. The traditional entrance ceremony of Night Raven College had never seen such an... unceremonious arrival.

"What impatience!" Riddle Rosehearts huffed, arms crossed as he glared at the disheveled figure emerging from the coffin. "It is highly improper to disrupt the ceremony in such a brutish manner!"

Crowley, who had just barely managed to compose himself after the unexpected outburst, cleared his throat, adjusting his mask. "Indeed! Young man, you were supposed to step out gracefully, wearing your ceremonial robes! This is highly unorthodox!" He gestured dramatically toward the newcomer's state. "And where, pray tell, are your garments?!"

The figure in question stood on his knees amidst the swirling dust, his appearance more suited to a ghost story than an honored student of NRC. He was clad in an old, tattered kimono, its fabric frayed and stained with age. His long, unkempt hair cascaded down his back, strands sticking together in tangled clumps. But most unsettling of all was the smile—wide, stretching unnaturally across his face, his expression frozen in eerie amusement.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd. Something was clearly wrong.

"Who… is this guy?" whispered Ace, shifting uncomfortably. Deuce, standing beside him, merely swallowed hard, fists clenched.

"Well!" Crowley clapped his hands, forcibly shaking off his unease. "Regardless of your state of dress—oh, how terrible!—you must proceed to the Dark Mirror and be sorted properly. Now, step forward and—"

"ɆᗰȲ҉ɌƠ̷Ⱦ҉ ȻⱧⱤӚȨ..."

The air grew heavy. The stranger spoke, but his words were not merely unfamiliar—they were wrong. Twisted sounds that clawed at the ears, syllables fractured like something that had never been meant for human tongues. The assembled students shuddered, several taking unconscious steps back.

Lilia, who had up until this point watched with quiet amusement, narrowed his eyes. "That language... it's unlike anything I've heard before."

Even the fae, with their long histories and boundless knowledge, were at a loss. Azul, normally quick to decipher languages for business opportunities, found his usual smooth confidence faltering.

The stranger stood there, silent now, watching them as if waiting for a response. Then, slowly, his head turned—not toward Crowley or the mirror, but back to the coffin from which he had emerged. The lid remained slightly ajar.

And then he spoke again.

This time, there was an answer.

A light, whispering laugh, as if coming from inside the coffin itself. A second voice—high-pitched and teasing—murmured something back in the same strange tongue.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop. Crewel, who had been watching silently, suddenly strode forward, his sharp eyes locked on the coffin. He reached out and yanked the lid open fully.

Nothing.

Just an empty, dark space where the stranger had lain moments before.

The man in the tattered kimono laughed—a dry, rasping sound. He grinned at Crewel, his expression unchanged, as if delighted by the reaction.

Crewel’s frown deepened. "There was something else in there. I heard it."

But no proof remained.

Crowley, eager to regain control of the situation, clapped his hands once more. "Aha! Well, how mysterious! But let’s not dwell on strange occurrences! New students must approach the Dark Mirror!" He turned back to the newcomer. "You! Step forward."

The stranger stared blankly.

"Approach," Crowley repeated, slower this time. "You must walk to the mirror."

The figure tilted his head, then, as if finally understanding, moved forward.

He did not walk.

He crawled.

A collective shudder passed through the students as the figure slithered across the polished floor, his limbs moving unnaturally, his fingers gripping the smooth surface for purchase. It was not a movement of someone injured—it was deliberate, as though he had never learned to walk upright in the first place.

Sebek, unable to restrain himself, stepped forward. "Does your body pain you?! Are you incapable of standing?!"

No response. Only laughter. Strange, high, and entirely inhuman.

When the figure reached the mirror, he lifted himself onto his knees and gazed into the dark glass. The great Dark Mirror swirled with its usual magic, ready to pronounce the student's fate.

"State your name," it intoned, its deep voice reverberating through the hall.

The crawling man blinked. Then, he turned his head slightly, as if confused.

"ȻⱧⱤӚȨ?" he echoed back, mimicking the tone of the mirror.

"No, no!" Crowley interjected, rubbing his temples. "Your name, my dear boy. Every student has a name!" He gestured impatiently. "What do others call you?"

More silence.

Then, slowly, the stranger grinned again—this time, with something akin to realization.

He did not understand.

Because he did not have a name.

He never had.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

(I hope everybody -who knows homicipher- understood that there wasn't just him. Mr Gap is here too ^^)

[broidobe]

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥

requested!

☾a cocky slash brags and teases the band about his girlfriend’s skills in bed, hinting that they won’t believe it until they see it for themselves☽

☾warnings: smut, intense language, graphic descriptions, gangbang, power imbalance, just pretty usual gangbang stuff☽

⁎⁺˳✧༚guns and roses masterlist

slash leaned back on the couch, a lazy smirk on his face as he took a drag from his cigarette. the room was hazy with smoke and the usual chaos—half-empty bottles, scattered guitar picks, and the sound of duff arguing with steven about something neither of them would remember in the morning.

"i'm just saying," slash exhaled, flicking ash into a tray, "you guys talk a lot of shit, but none of you have ever had a girl like mine."

"oh, here we go," izzy muttered, shaking his head with a knowing grin.

axl raised a brow. "oh yeah? what's so special about her?"

slash chuckled, stretching his arms over the back of the couch like a king on his throne. "she's perfect, man. sweetest thing you’ll ever meet—until she’s not." his smirk deepened, eyes dark with something the others couldn’t quite place. "she could ruin a man if she wanted to. lucky for me, she only wants to ruin me."

duff scoffed, taking a swig from his bottle. "you always say shit like this, but we ain't ever seen proof."

slash hummed, tapping his fingers against the neck of his guitar. "maybe it's time i changed that."

the room fell silent for a beat, the weight of slash’s words settling in. izzy shifted in his seat, a slow smirk creeping onto his face as he flicked his lighter open and closed. "you serious, man? or just talking outta your ass again?"

slash leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes glinting with something dangerous. "dead serious," he murmured. "you think i'm making this up? think i’m just bragging?" he shook his head, lips curling at the thought. "nah. you guys just don’t get it yet."

axl raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "so what, you gonna prove it?"

slash exhaled a slow breath, tapping his cigarette against the ashtray before crushing it out completely. "all i’m saying," he drawled, voice low and steady, "is that she’s got a way of making a man forget everything else. and if you don’t believe me… well, maybe you just need to see for yourselves."

the air in the room shifted, something electric passing between them. duff let out a short laugh, shaking his head like he couldn't believe what he was hearing, but there was something in his expression—curiosity, maybe. intrigue.

"you really think she’d be up for that?" steven asked, almost too eager.

slash just grinned, reaching for the bottle on the table. "why don’t we find out?"

he leaned back, reaching toward the phone and dialing your number as the guys watched him with varying degrees of curiosity and disbelief. he didn’t hesitate, bringing the receiver to his ear with a lazy smirk. the dial tone barely had a chance to ring before you picked up.

"hey, baby," you said, your voice warm, familiar.

"hey, sweetheart," he drawled, tone smooth as ever. "what’re you up to?"

"not much. why?"

his grin widened. "think you should come by the house. right now."

you paused for just a second, not out of hesitation, but anticipation. you knew him too well to believe this was just a casual invitation.

"you sound like you’re up to something," you mused.

slash chuckled, dragging a hand through his curls. "maybe. you trust me?"

"always."

"good girl," he murmured, voice dropping just enough to make you shiver. "then get over here."

you didn’t ask questions—you never did. "be there soon," you promised before hanging up.

slash hung the phone up, stretching his arms over the back of the couch again like a man who already knew he’d won.

"she’s on her way," he said simply.

twenty minutes later, the faint roar of your engine cut through the night, followed by the sharp click of your heels against pavement. the front door swung open without hesitation, and you stepped inside, the dim glow of the porch light casting long shadows behind you.

five sets of eyes turned to you, but yours found slash’s immediately. he grinned, slow and lazy, reaching out with that effortless confidence that always made your stomach flip.

"hey, boys," you said, lips curling as you took in the scene. "what’s going on?"

slash didn’t answer right away. instead, he patted his lap, eyes dark with something unreadable.

"come here, baby," he murmured. "got something to show them."

as you walked towards slash, the air in the room seemed to thicken with anticipation. you could feel the weight of the others' gaze on you, their curiosity and skepticism palpable. but you didn't hesitate, your eyes locked on slash's as you moved towards him.

you settled onto his lap, feeling the familiar warmth of his body beneath you. his arms wrapped around you, holding you close as he leaned back into the couch. the others watched, their faces a mix of fascination and wariness.

"so, what's this about?" you asked, your voice low and husky.

slash grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "just wanted to show the boys what i've been talking about," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

you felt a shiver run down your spine as he nuzzled your neck. the others were watching, their eyes fixed on you with a mixture of curiosity and envy. you could feel their desire, their hunger for something they couldn't quite grasp.

suddenly, izzy spoke up, his voice low and rough. "yeah, show us what you're working with, slash."

the room seemed to hold its breath as slash's hands began to move over your body. he touched you with a confident familiarity, his fingers tracing curves and contours that only he knew. you felt yourself responding to his touch, your body arching into his hands as he explored every inch of you.

the others watched, transfixed by the scene unfolding before them. axl's eyes were narrowed, his jaw clenched in a mixture of fascination and frustration. duff was grinning, a look of eager anticipation on his face. steven was watching with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open in awe.

as slash continued to touch you, the room seemed to grow hotter and more charged by the minute it took for things between slash & rest guys began crossing lines between reality & fantasy

slash's hands grew bolder, his fingers tracing the edges of your clothes. you could feel the others' eyes on you, their desire and curiosity palpable.

izzy shifted in his seat, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. axl's gaze was narrowed, his jaw clenched in a mixture of fascination and frustration. duff was grinning, a look of eager anticipation on his face. steven was watching with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open in awe.

slash's hands slipped under your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin. you felt a shiver run down your spine as he touched you, his hands warm and confident.

"see, guys?" slash murmured, his voice low and husky. "i told you she was special."

the others watched, transfixed by the scene unfolding before them. izzy leaned forward, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

"yeah, she's definitely something," izzy said, his voice low and rough.

axl's gaze was narrowed, his jaw clenched in a mixture of fascination and frustration. "you're really going to do this, aren't you?" he asked slash.

slash grinned, his eyes glinting with mischief. "oh yeah," he murmured. "we're just getting started."

as slash continued to touch you, the others began to move closer. izzy stood up, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. axl shifted in his seat, his gaze narrowed as he watched the scene unfold.

duff leaned forward, a look of eager anticipation on his face. steven watched with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open in awe.

the room seemed to grow hotter and more charged by the minute as slash's hands continued to explore your body. you could feel the others' desire and curiosity palpable as they watched the scene unfold before them.

and then it happened - all five guys pounced at once and started kissing and touching every inch of your body while slash kept whispering dirty things into your ear, making it hard for you to keep track of who was doing what. 

they all ripped a piece of clothing off of you until your nude body was spread out on the couch, waiting for someone to attack.

the room became a blur of skin and sweat and whispered promises. you felt like you were drowning in a sea of desire, with each of the guys pulling you under with their own unique brand of temptation.

izzy's hands were rough and insistent, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulled you closer. he kissed you with a fierce passion, his lips devouring yours as he ground his hips against yours. you could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, hot and hard and demanding attention.

axl's mouth was hot and hungry, his lips tracing a path of fire down your neck and across your shoulders. his hands were everywhere, touching and teasing and pushing you to the edge of what you thought was possible. he pinched your nipples, rolling them between his fingers as he sucked on your earlobe.

duff's touch was gentle and exploratory, his fingers tracing curves and contours that made you shiver with pleasure. he kissed your belly, his lips soft and warm as he worked his way down to the junction of your thighs. you could feel his breath on your skin, hot and moist as he prepared to take you in a way that made your heart skip a beat.

steven was a wild card, his movements unpredictable and exciting. he kissed you with a reckless abandon that left you gasping for air, his hands roaming over your body with a sense of wonder and discovery. he bit your lip, sucking on it as he pulled away to gaze into your eyes with a look of raw desire.

and then there was slash, the mastermind behind it all. his whispers in your ear were like fuel to the fire, making your skin prickle with anticipation as he described all the things he wanted to do to you. his hands were everywhere, touching and teasing and pushing you to the edge of what you thought was possible.

as the guys continued to explore your body, things started to get more intense. izzy slid inside you from behind while axl took care of the front part by rubbing his cock between your breasts - duff got ready to take your mouth while steven gently massaged your back .

as the guys continued to explore your body, slash came up beside you, his hot breath whispering against your ear. "do you like being fucked by all of us?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. "do you like being taken by each of us, one by one, and used for our pleasure?"

his hands roamed over your body, touching and teasing as he spoke. "is this what you wanted? to be surrounded by us, to have our cocks inside you all at once?"

izzy slid deeper inside you from behind, his hips pumping furiously as axl’s thrusts became more rapid between your breasts. duff's cock pounded into your mouth, his tongue probing deep as steven's hands slowly ventured to your clit, rubbing it softly.

slash's whispers continued to fuel the fire, making your skin prickle with anticipation. "do you like being fucked hard and fast? do you like feeling our cocks inside you, stretching you and filling you up? do you like being a fuck toy for us to use and enjoy?"

you felt like you were drowning in a sea of desire, with each of them pulling you under with their own unique brand of temptation.

"do you like it when we fuck you together?" slash whispered again, his voice deep in your ear. "do you like feeling our cocks moving inside you at the same time? tell me... do you like being fucked by us?"

and so, with a sense of reckless abandon, you whispered the words they all wanted to hear: "yes... i love it when you fuck me together."

the room erupted into chaos as the guys resumed their assault on your body. izzy slammed into you from behind, axl rubbed himself furiously between your breasts, while slash's hands squeezed your breasts hard enough to leave bruises.

as the pleasure reached its peak – or what seemed like its peak – slash leaned forward once more to whisper those magic words: "do you want more?"

the question hung in the air like a challenge, and you felt a surge of adrenaline at the prospect of what was to come. you nodded, or at least, you tried to nod, but your head was spinning with the sensations that were overwhelming your body.

slash's hands on your breasts squeezed harder, and he pulled you back against him "more?" he whispered again, his voice low and husky. "do you want us to take it further?"

you felt a shiver run down your spine as the other guys seemed to sense your response. izzy's thrusts from behind grew faster and harder, while steven's fingers rubbed your clit with increasing urgency.

the guys' heavy breathing and grunting mingling with the scent of sweat and sex was enough to drive you crazy. you felt like you were losing yourself in the chaos, but somehow it felt liberating.

suddenly, slash pulled away from you, his hands releasing their grip on your breasts. you felt a pang of disappointment, but it was short-lived as he spun you around to face him.

his eyes locked onto yours, burning with intensity as he whispered: "we're going to push you to the limit."

the other guys seemed to close in around you, their bodies forming a tight circle around yours. you felt trapped, but in a good way – like you were being held captive by their desires.

izzy stepped forward, his cock still slick with sweat from being inside you. he reached out and grasped your wrist, pulling you towards him.

"we're going to make you beg for mercy," he growled, his eyes glinting with excitement.

axl chuckled beside him, his eyes never leaving yours. "or maybe we'll make her beg for more," he said with a smirk.

duff just grinned mischievously as steven leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

slash watched it all with an air of quiet confidence – like he knew exactly what was going on and exactly how far they could push you before they broke through that fragile barrier between pleasure and pain.

as they closed in around you once more – their bodies tense with anticipation – slash leaned forward one last time: "are you ready?"

you nodded, or at least, you tried to nod, but your head was spinning with the sensations that were overwhelming your body. the guys seemed to take that as a sign to proceed, and they closed in around you once more.

izzy's hands grasped your wrists, holding them behind your back as axl stepped forward to claim your mouth. his kiss was fierce and possessive, his tongue probing deep into your mouth as duff and steven moved in to claim your breasts.

slash watched it all with an air of quiet confidence, his eyes never leaving yours as he reached out to grasp your hips. 

izzy's grip on your wrists tightened, holding you in place as slash's hands on your hips pulled you back against him. you felt like you were being pulled in every direction, but somehow it all felt right.

the sensations were overwhelming. you felt like you were losing yourself in the chaos, but it was a good kind of lost. suddenly, axl broke away from the kiss, his eyes blazing with excitement. "turn her around,"he growled, his voice low and husky. 

slash's hands on your hips tightened, and he spun you around to face him. you felt a rush of excitement as you were turned, your body now facing slash's. izzy's grip on your wrists remained tight, holding you in place as slash's eyes locked onto yours.

slash's hands on your hips pulled you closer, his cock rubbing against your stomach. you felt a surge of desire as he leaned forward, his mouth claiming yours in a fierce kiss. 

duff's hands were on your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples as steven's mouth claimed your neck. izzy's grip on your wrists remained tight, holding you in place as the other guys continued.

axl stepped forward, his eyes blazing with excitement. slash broke away from the kiss, his eyes locking onto axl's. "are you ready for this?" he asked, his voice low and confident.

you nodded, or at least, you tried to nod. your head was spinning with the sensations that were overwhelming your body. 

axl stepped forward, his cock rubbing against your ass as slash watched it all with an air of quiet confidence.

axl's hands on your hips tightened, pulling you back against him. you felt his cock slide into place, rubbing against your ass as he thrust forward. he paused for a moment, his body tense with anticipation, and then he pushed forward, his cock sliding into your pussy with a slow, gentle motion.

you felt a surge of pleasure as he filled you, his cock stretching you to the limit. axl's eyes closed in ecstasy as he began to move, his hips thrusting forward in a slow, rhythmic motion. you could feel the tension building inside him, the desire to release himself growing with each passing moment.

suddenly, axl's body stiffened, his muscles tensing as he reached the peak of his pleasure. he let out a low groan, his cock pulsing with release as he came inside you. you felt a surge of warmth as his semen filled you, a sense of satisfaction and completion washing over you.

as axl pulled out of you, the other four guys moved in, forming a circle around you. they were all fully erect, their cocks standing tall and proud as they began to masturbate. slash was the first to start, his hand moving up and down his shaft with quick precision.

duff and steven followed suit, their hands moving in tandem as they stroked themselves to climax. izzy was last but not least -  joining in -  all four guys now completely focused on their own pleasure - each lost in their own world of sensation.

the air was thick with tension as they worked themselves towards release - each guy completely absorbed in his own desires -  oblivious to everything except for the sensations coursing through their bodies.

one by one - they started to climax - cum shooting out from their cocks - splashing down onto your skin. slash was first -  ropes of cum landing across your breasts and shoulders. duff followed next -  covering your stomach and thighs with thick globs of semen.

steven came, covering your chest and neck with hot sticky fluid that ran slowly down over your skin like honey from an upturned spoon leaving trails behind it wherever it touched 

izzy's eyes were closed, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and concentration. his hand moved slowly up and down his shaft, the motion becoming more erratic as he struggled to hold back.

the other four guys had finished, their chests heaving with exertion as they watched izzy's solo performance. you were covered in their cum, the sticky fluid dripping down your skin like glue. the air was thick with the smell of sex and semen, the atmosphere heavy with anticipation.

suddenly, izzy's body stiffened, his muscles tensing as he reached the peak of his pleasure. he let out a low groan, his cock pulsing with release as he came. a great jet of semen shot out from his cock, landing across your face and hair.

you laid there, trying to catch your breath, watching the scene before you.

everyone was sitting around, just staring at you in disbelief.

“see, told you she was good” slash smirked, staring right at you, before getting up and grabbing a towel.

[tommygotwrittenoff]

i need eddie to get another guy friend in season 8, and buck loses his shit about it (again), so he breaks up with t because he's convinced that the weird feeling he gets when he sees them together is because he is Really attracted to the new guy.

[s0dium]

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐗

A/n: Almost kinktober guys ;) Synopsis: How many rounds can JJK men go for? Characters: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru, Choso, Sukuna Ryomen Warnings: Doggy, mating press, multiple orgasms, sub space, overstimulation, dub-con, photo taking, cock warming, nipple sucking, finger sucking, breeding, unprotected sex, virgin!Choso, mentions of masturbation, pussy drunk men

☆ Gojo Satoru: 3-4

The longest three rounds of your life

You think he can stop just cumming in you once? Hell no. The best part about sex is when he can see his cum oozing out of you with each push.

Also loves overstimulating himself until he is a groaning mess.

Unfortunately for you, Gojo Satoru is NOT a one-minute man.

"Awe come on don't go zoning out on me now~"

Gojo's voice is teasing, a low, melodic coo that slides into your ears as you struggle to focus. His grin is wide, almost predatory, his blue eyes twinkling with amusement as he leans in closer. You’re hazy, breathless, your mind clouded with pleasure, barely able to register the words.

"S'cant... feel too...” You mumbled and thrashed against Gojo's hold, forcing him to pin your wrists together above your head while he pistoned into you with brute force. Sure it's only the second round for him but for you, he's brought you over the edge more than your poor poor body can handle.

Your body feels completely spent, trembling with overstimulation as your legs, sore from the constant tightening and untightening, hang limp in Gojo's grip. He’s folded you in half, his hands pressing your legs against your chest, locking you in place with ease. The room feels heavy, a warm haze clouding your thoughts as you realize you’ve been drooling, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure to even care.

“Feel fucking amazing Jesus Christ.” Gojo manages to groan out between pants followed by a string of curses. Every time he leaves the clutch of your cunny, his cock is coated in a thick shiny sheen of creaminess, and when he snaps his hips back in, it settles right at the base of him, painting your puffy pussy lips as well. Gojo effortlessly lifts one of your legs over his shoulder, sinking even deeper into you with each forceful thrust. The new angle, paired with the relentless pace of his hips snapping against yours, sends you spiraling dangerously close to the edge. Your grip on the sheets falters, hands slipping as tears streak down your flushed cheeks. Your mouth hangs open, drool pooling beneath you, completely mind-fucked and overwhelmed by the pleasure that consumes every inch of your body.

Your limbs have no strength left to resist—no, you don’t want to. Every nerve in your body is thrumming, begging for more as you let him take control. His every movement draws out a fresh wave of sensation, each thrust sending you spiraling closer to that next high. You can’t stop it—there’s no chance to. Your body is his to use, to pull pleasure from again and again, and all you can do is surrender to the bliss as it builds, crashing over you uncontrollably.

"Come for me baby," Gojo coos. "I'll cum in you and if it spills we can start all over again."

~

☆ Toji Fushiguro: 6

First three you are riding him and doing all the work.

Then when your legs give out thats even he fucks you silly

He is so big :( Sometimes he has to let you cock warm him for a bit so you can catch your breath

This is it you where going to die.

You were going to be fucked to death.

"Shhh, stop crying would you? Yer' taking it like a champ I promise."

Two big hands come up to your face to wipe the hot tears streaming down your face. Your body is trembling uncontrollably, every muscle quivering as waves of pleasure leave you numb and overwhelmed. It’s like your senses have short-circuited, leaving you shaking, barely able to register anything beyond the intense, lingering sensation pulsing through you.

Even though Toji is unmoving inside you, your pussy cannot stop spasming from the pleasure of his fat tip pressed up against your g-spot. Even if he wanted to pull out right now, Toji doubts that your cunt would give up the vice grip on his cock. Coincidentally that meant that he was keeping you plugged with 3 loads of warm sticky cum in your tight walls.

"Fuck still so tight baby, you want me to fuck you more don't you?" Toji's voice is a low, teasing coo as his focus shifts to your breasts, his tongue flicking over each hardened nipple, tracing slow, lazy circles that send shivers down your spine. One hand squeezes your breast, kneading the soft flesh, while the other glides over your sides and stomach, his touch warm and deliberate, drawing out every sensation. With all the strength you can muster, you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him closer to you so that you can feel his cock push impossibly farther into you, and he moans into your breast, biting your nipple softly. 

Then, without releasing your nipple from his mouth, he begins the slow roll of his hips into your sloppy cunt. Toji's hips move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each roll pressing him deeper into you with a tantalizing, unhurried pace. His movements are controlled, almost teasing, as he grinds against you, making you feel every inch, every pulse of his dick as he draws out your pleasure with each smooth thrust.

"Just take it m'kay? You can handle it."

~

☆ Geto Suguru: 4

Geto is a real fiend

The breaks between sex consist of him drinking water and kissing the water into your mouth. After that it's right back to fucking.

Loves taking photos of his cum oozing out of you. Looks at it when he is bored.

“So pretty….”

Drool dripped from your chin onto the pillow below, mixing with the tears streaming from your eyes, which were rolled back in bliss. Your breath hitched the moment Geto's hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head back just enough to catch his gaze out of the corner of your eye. As your eyes lock, a dark, knowing smirk curves on his lips, sending a shiver down your spine. You were finally getting used to the dizzying, mind-numbing pressure of his tip crashing into your cervix—but the bad news? Your legs were completely numb, trembling and useless beneath you.

 “Did you hear what I said doll?”

 Whatever was left of your mind tried to reign back its focus on the man pistoning into you from behind, but as it turned out, there wasn’t much. The friction of his cock dragging against you was unbearable, even with the syrupy cum soaking the walls of your quivering pussy. All you could do was dizzily nod, earning a chuckle from Geto while he eyes the way your hips instinctively raise so his cock can sink even deeper into you from behind. If you could only know the heaven your cunt you're putting his mind in, he is sure you'd be the one smirking. Geto even has to bite harshly on his lip to stop himself from whimpering every time your sticky pussy spasms from pleasure.

The euphoria came in waves of electric current that pulsed through your sloppy pussy and the only thing keeping you grounded his loads of warm sticky cum dripping down your thigh.  

 “Come on speak to me baby, I've only come two times, we've barely even started.”

 The wet sounds of Geto's dick slipping in and out of you filled the room and your senses. His cock filled you so much better than your hands ever could, hitting that gummy spot inside your walls over and over again perfectly, and you wondered how you were ever satisfied with the way you masturbated before you met him.

 “I’m a lucky man arent I? To have such an obedient baby with such a pretty pussy.” His hand comes to your face to caress your cheek, and you nestle into his touch while his thumb wipes away your tears. Your too busy immersing in the warmth of his palm to notice the flash of light and the sound of a shutter above you. Even when you turn your head back in curiosity, all you see is Geto staring at the screen of his phone with a lazy grin spread on his face.

~

☆ Choso: 2

Give this man a break! He's a half century old curse who has never fucked before!

You should be glad that he didn't cum by just slipping his tip in, because oh god lord he is seeing colors.

Choso swore he wasn't a whimpering man. Nothing that good could ever make him stumble over his words like a schoolboy. But Jesus Christ, he was not expecting you.

“F-fuck, you’re tight,” Choso groans hoarsely. You felt good? Try god-like, Choso's mind was in euphoria right now. His hand or a fleshlight could never compare to the way your gummy walls sucked him in and hugged his cock.

"M'feel good Cho~" You whine, head thrown back against the plush pillow. The stretch was delicious. It had you squirming and writhing and you couldn't help but tighten as your body tried to push out the large foreign intrusion. You gasped when you felt his tip smush against your cervix, little bolts of electricity being sent through your stomach as he pressed against you.

Choso was slow at first, wanting to still admire the way your cunt swallows him up, the fat of his head has a hard time popping out with how greedy your cunny is being. He whines at how hot you are on the inside, but he’s quick to change to a faster pace.

Choso’s voice comes out in a deep, breathless groan, his grip tightening as he leans closer, his words heavy with need. "W-wanna do this all the time. Every day, baby," he rasps, his eyes half-lidded in pleasure, completely lost in the sensation. Each thrust seems to pull the words from his lips as if he can’t hold back, his body trembling with how good it feels. The thought of having you like this, over and over, only spurs him on, his pace quickening as he grinds against you, desperate to make this moment last forever.

Unable to handle the sensation, your hands grab his shoulder and grip them for dear life. Choso doesn’t let up his pace, in fact he increases it, pounding your poor little cunt with no remorse. His mind is foggy, everything just feels and looks so so good, he’s not even thinking when he shoves his fingers in your mouth, digits pressing down on your tongue and swirling around in the spit.

“Your gonna let me use you when ever I want right? Gotta lot of time to make up for, you gonna be a good girl and always make me feel good right?”

~

☆ Sukuna Ryomen: Lord have mercy

It depends.

Its either the longest no-break sex marathon of your life or 6 even seven rounds with small breaks in between.

Unfortunately, Sukuna is a sadist, it's a headcanon that he might prioritize his pleasure over yours. Combine that with his godly stamina and you have an insane combo.

Kneeling helplessly, both your wrists pinned behind you by just one of Sukuna’s powerful arms, you can only brace yourself as he thrusts into you from behind, each powerful movement sending shockwaves through your body as he effortlessly controls your every breath, your every tremble.

"C-cant do this!" you cry, your voice breaking as Sukuna's grip tightens around your wrists, holding you firmly in place. Your legs are sore from this kneeling position and the angle that his cock hits you is so euphoric it's almost painful from the sheer collision. Sukuna chuckles darkly, his pace relentless as he leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your neck.

"Oh, but you will," he growls, each word dripping with wicked amusement, his hips driving into you harder. "You don’t have a choice."

You can only wail in response, the sound escaping your lips uncontrollably as the overwhelming pleasure consumes you. Every thrust sends a wave of heat surging through your body, your mind going blank as Sukuna fills you completely, each movement pushing you closer to the edge. The pressure builds with each deep, forceful stroke, your body trembling beneath him, and all you can do is surrender to the intense, all-encompassing bliss that threatens to pull you under.

"Such a good girl, you're a natural submissive, aren't you? Or maybe you just loved being fucked like the slut you are."

How much time has passed? You can’t even tell anymore—everything blurs together in a haze of pleasure and heat. The rhythm of Sukuna’s relentless pistoning becomes the only thing grounding you, your mind foggy and lost as your body responds to him instinctively. Each second feels stretched out, an eternity of raw sensation as you teeter on the brink, utterly consumed by the moment.

"Gonna fuck you like this till I’ve had my fill, got that?" Sukuna’s voice is a low, dangerous growl in your ear, the words sending a shiver down your spine as he presses deeper.

[kbwrites]

Heated Waters

synopsis: being married is hard, being married without seeing each other is even harder.

⚝ content: Hiromi Higuruma x F! Reader, nsfw, bathtub sex, fingering, Hiromi neglects his wife, but boy does he make up for it

⚝ wc: 1.9k

“Yeah we do it pretty much every day.”

Satoru said, taking a leisurely sip of his water. His pale face alight with mischief, a shit-eating grin across his lips. His three coworkers stared at him in (jealousy) disbelief.

Suguru was the first to break the silence, wanting to save face “Everyday is a bit much, isn’t it, Satoru?”

Satoru chuckled, his blue eyes glinting with amusement as he watched his friend squirm. "What about you guys? How often do our married friends get it in?" His gaze flickered to Nanami, who cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, his eyes fixed on the steam rising from his coffee cup.

“Twice a week, I suppose…”

Satoru's smile widened, clearly entertained by the responses he was drawing out. He then turned his attention to the oldest among them, Hiromi Higuruma, who was carefully straightening his tie, a subtle attempt to avoid eye contact.

“What about you, Higuruma?”

“Your wife, (Y/N) is a little younger than you, right? C’mon Higuruma-San…She a total freak?” Satoru teased.

Hiromi's jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing his features as his grip on his coffee cup tightened. He took a slow, measured breath, his voice strained but controlled when he finally spoke.

“Please don’t talk about my wife like that.”

But Satoru, ever the instigator, didn’t back down. “It’s just us guys riiggght? And I can’t lie Higuruma, you’re one lucky guy. (Y/N) is a catch.”

Nanami nodded in agreement, as did Suguru, though both seemed to sense the discomfort growing in Hiromi. The older man could only sigh, his shoulders sagging under the weight of the conversation.

It was true—you were everything he could have ever wanted in a partner. Beautiful, intelligent, kind-hearted—his perfect match. If heaven existed, Hiromi was certain you’d be the only one worthy of it.

But long nights in the office, and early mornings preparing for court would take a toll on any relationship. The truth was… Hiromi hadn’t touched you in over a month. By the time he came home—you were fast asleep, and weekends were spent running the mountain of errands you couldn’t get to during the week. You loved each other of course, but it was hard. A month without feeling the warmth of your husband's hands all over your skin was starting to weigh heavily on both of you.

“You don’t have to answer Higuruma-san..” Nanami chimed in, sensing his elder colleague’s discomfort.

“Over a month.” Hiromi exhaled, the truth slipping out before he could stop it.

The room fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in.

“WHAT?” Gojo audibly gasps. “Your wife looks like THAT and you haven’t f—”

Suguru swiftly cut him off with a well-placed elbow to the chest. “Satoru… leave Higuruma alone.” The long-haired male warns. “Still, that is surprising.”

“I know I know..” Higuruma pinches his bridge. He wanted nothing more than to have his wife under him… on top of him. But the endless stream of work kept him trapped in a cycle of exhaustion. “I’ve been so busy I can’t even remember the last time I actually spoke to her properly.”

Suguru offered an apologetic smile. “Sounds like you need a break.”

“Sounds like you need some puss—” Nanami quickly elbowed Satoru in the chest before he could finish his sentence.

Hiromi shook his head, letting out a dry chuckle as he ran a hand through his dark locks, clearly frustrated with himself. “I appreciate your concern, guys, but I don’t see how I can take a break right now. I have so much work to do, and I’m the only one who knows how to handle all of it.”

“Higuruma-San. Satoru will take care of the paperwork for you.” Nanami suggested with a deadpan expression.

“HUH?” Satoru blurted out, clearly caught off guard by the sudden assignment.

“Yeah,” Nanami continued, ignoring Satoru’s protest. “It’s not like he actually does any work around here anyway.”

Suguru smirked, nodding in agreement. “That’s true. You might as well make yourself useful, Satoru.”

Before Hiromi could protest, the trio moved in unison—Suguru grabbing Hiromi’s briefcase, Nanami steering him toward the door, and Satoru sighing dramatically as he resigned himself to the task.

“Are… are you boys sure about this? I don’t want to burden you–”

“Nonsense! Go home and take care of your wife!”

Hiromi placed his briefcase by the door, his tie feeling suddenly too tight around his neck. He loosened it with a sigh, running a hand through his hair as he glanced around. The familiar scent of home greeted him. It was comforting yet bittersweet, a reminder of all the moments he had missed. The living room was tidy, the soft hum of the dishwasher running in the kitchen. You had clearly been busy, taking care of the house as you always did, even when he wasn’t around.

“Honey?” Hiromi calls out to you, his voice echoing slightly in the stillness.

Frowning, he shrugged off his jacket and draped it over the back of a chair before making his way down the hall. As he approached the bathroom, he noticed a faint light seeping out from under the door, accompanied by the sound of water gently lapping against the tub.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly opened the door.

The sight that greeted him made his breath catch in his throat. There you were, reclining in the bathtub, your eyes closed, head resting on the edge as steam rose around you. The soft glow of candles illuminated the room, casting a warm, serene light over your features.

You looked so peaceful, so beautiful—that it almost hurt to look at you. The tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he took in the sight, but the guilt and longing only deepened. How long had it been since he’d taken the time to appreciate you like this? Since he’d been able to just… be with you?

You opened your eyes, gaze meeting your husband as he leaned against the door frame.

“Hiromi?” you murmured, your voice soft, almost questioning, as if unsure whether he was really there or just a figment of your imagination.

“Hey Honey…” his voice equally soft, as he took a tentative step closer. The warmth of the room seemed to wrap around him, melting away some of the day’s stress.

“You’re home early.” You muse, looking at him as you rested your arms on the tub. He doesn’t respond, just walks towards you with purposeful steps.

Hiromi stares down at you with half-lidded eyes.“The guys decided I need a break.” He paused, his breath hitching slightly as he continued, “Can I join you?” A playful smirk tugged at the corner of your lips.

“Only if you take off your clothes this time.”

A dry chuckle escaped his lips as he unbuttons his dress shirt, letting each article of clothing fall to the tile floor. As he finally sheds his boxers before settling behind you. You exhaled softly, the tension you’d been holding onto for weeks dissipating as you sank into your husband’s embrace.

Hiromi didn’t waste a moment, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck, placing lazy, lingering kisses along the curve where your shoulder met your throat. His breath was warm against your skin, his kisses slow and unhurried, as if savoring every second, every inch of you.

His hands weren’t idle either, tracing gentle patterns along your stomach, moving upwards to cup your breasts with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. He nipped lightly at your earlobe, his voice a husky murmur, “I’ve missed you… more than you know.”

“Missed you too ‘Romi..” Your voice trembling as the almost foreign heat began to pool in your core.

Deft fingers teased your nipples, rolling and pinching—eliciting a soft moan from your lips as your body arched into his touch. Your hand reached back, tangling in his dark locks, pulling him closer as his lips traveled down to your shoulder, his other hand snaking under the water to your aching cunt.

“ahhhh… s-shitt..” You cry out as Hiromi’s fingers slowly circle your swollen bud. His touch light, teasing.

“Thirty-two days… I’m so sorry m’love.” He mumbles into your shoulder as he slips a slender digit into your entrance. Your walls flutter immediately around the intrusion, as he gently pumped into you.

He adds another finger, curling up to the spot he had neglected all those weeks. He extended his thumb to rub your clit. You arch your back against him, feeling his cock twitch against your ass.

“Hiro…” you moan, reaching behind for him, but he bites down lightly on your shoulder.

“Not yet, pretty girl, want you t’cum first okay?”

He whispers as he feels your gummy walls clench around him.

He speeds up his ministrations, digits stuffing your cunt as your pussy throbs and squelches. Your whimpers echo around the tiled walls, water lapping around your bodies.

You feel the pressure building as each thrust of his long fingers brush against your g-spot.

“g-gonna cum!”

“Cum f’me sweetheart please—god… need it so bad.” Hiromi mumbles as he pumps even faster.

“a-ahh!” you cry as you reach your high, walls clenching as you cum on your husband’s hand. He removes his fingers from you, moving to gently circle your clit as you come down from your orgasm.

You both stay there for a moment, your heavy breathing the only sound occupying the space, mingling with the gentle slosh of water against the porcelain tub. Hiromi’s arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you closer.

Slowly, he lifted you, the warm water swirling around you both as he maneuvered you to face him, settling you on his lap. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your knees pressing against the cool sides of the tub.

You straddled Hiromi, your bodies now fully aligned, chest to chest. Your husband's dark, half-lidded eyes bore into yours, his expression a mixture of raw need and unspoken tenderness. He let his hands rest on your waist for a moment, thumbs tracing gentle circles against your damp skin as he took in the sight of you.

“I don’t know how I’ve stayed away from you for so long…” his voice breaking slightly as if the admission pained him.

Your breath hitched as you shifted slightly in his lap, feeling the tension between you intensify. Hiromi’s hands slid up your sides, his touch deliberate and slow, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as his lips finally found yours. The kiss was deep, full of hunger that had been simmering between you both for far too long.

His grip on your waist tightened as he deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a dance that left you dizzy with need.

Breaking the kiss, Hiromi leaned his forehead against yours, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

“I won’t make that mistake again.”

Without a word, he rose from the tub, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. Water cascaded down your bodies, pooling at your feet as he carried you toward the bedroom, his lips trailing wet kisses down the side of your neck.

He laid you gently onto the bed, your back sinking into the soft silken sheets, but Hiromi didn’t waste any time. His gaze darkening as he climbed over you, his body hovering just above yours, his eyes drinking you in like a man starved.

“I’m going to make up for every second I’ve missed.”

[mommynott]

Thin Ice

Theodore Nott x Reader

Summary: Your friends drag you to a hockey game, but halfway through you lock eyes with Theo. You can’t help but feel a strong pull toward him. Deciding to shoot your shot with the player.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, Chars 18+, Hockey AU, flirting, tons of tension, explicit language, hockey!theo, dom!theo

A/N: Starting this series for my babe @amiableness I hope you enjoy it because this is just the start! Also BIG shoutout to my girl @westcanaan82 for the hockey!theo render. Definitely go Check out her page because she makes me DROOOOL

The arena was packed, and the noise was overwhelming as you sat in your seat, begrudgingly dragged there by your friends. You were scrolling through your phone, totally uninterested in the game unfolding before you.

But then… it seemed out of nowhere. A tall and muscular figure on the ice caught your attention. Fuck he’s hot. It was player number 13, Theo, whose piercing eyes were fixed on you through his helmet.

You felt a smirk growing on your lips before he nodded his head up at you and skated along the ice. Shuffling a puck with his hockey stick with ease. The game going on. Fuck maybe this game isn’t too boring. You held your phone in your hand but your gaze settled on him on the ice. Suddenly gaining an interest in this sport.

After he shot a puck into the goal he pumped his fist in the air but you swore he looked over at you. Throwing you a flirty wink. And trust me, he fucking did. At this point, Theodore was trying to show off for you. Hoping he would get your attention. Craving your attention.

The game ended, and his team had won the match. But after all the eyefucking you two did you wanted to stay back in hopes to see that same player. “I’ll catch up with you guys later!” Your friends gave you a knowing look while they walked out. You slowly moved around the now quiet arena.

A few minutes later, you started to feel defeated, thinking he must’ve left but that’s when you heard a low and deep Italian accent. “I noticed you in the crowd…Seemed to be pretty glued to that phone of yours.”

Bright cherry red painted across your cheeks as you turned around. Quickly tucking your phone away in your purse, you gave the hockey player a small sheepish smile. “Uh…Yeah, sorry…It’s just not really my thing I guess.”

But when your gaze settled upon the player, he wasn’t in the same gear from on the ice. Oh no. he was now in a tight under-armor top, showing off his muscular and toned torso along with a pair of black sweatpants. Freshly out of the shower, his brown locks clung to his forehead. The smell of his body wash was rich and intoxicating as it wafted all around you. Fuck me.

“Not your thing, huh? What is your thing then?”

Theo asked, his taunting tone hinting with flirtatiousness. Feeling the way your heart skipped from his words. His deep voice. Fucking hell. You hesitated for a moment, your fingers anxiously playing with the rings you wore. “I don’t know…Reading…Movies.”

Replying to the Italian, he ran a hand through his wavy hair, slicking it back and giving you a charming smile. “A reader. Interesting….” Theodore said in the same teasing tone before sticking out his hand and you matched him, giving your own and shaking it. The second your hands met, a spark pulsated through your body.

“Nott. Theodore Nott. But you can call me Theo, Cara.”

The charming accent rolled off his tongue smoothly as you both exchanged names. You crossed your arms over your chest, shifting your weight to one leg. Bringing your confidence out. Something you always had. “Anyways…What’s interesting about me reading?” You asked, giving him a bratty little grin.

Theo cocked an eyebrow, scoffing under his breath as he took a step before you. Eyeing you up and down fully. “Ah, I’m not sure. Just interesting…What do you like to read?” He questioned as he casually leaned closer toward you.

You tried to focus but his voice, his words were so smooth it sent little shivers down your spine. "Umm… mostly romance— Stuff like that." You mentally chastised yourself for sounding so fucking cliche. He seemed very interested in you…Maybe even so much so that you could get some hockey player action.

Theo gave you a lazy smile and your heart fluttered, feeling the tension building between you both. "Romance, huh? That’s fitting." You raised an eyebrow, confused. What the fuck was he on about? “What do you mean?”

He shrugged, leaning even closer towards you. “You look like the romantic type….Soft…sweet— Y’know?.” Your cheeks burned again. Was he flirting with you? This couldn’t possibly be real. This was something out of the novels you’d read.

“Oh— Thanks I guess?” A sea of giggles freed from your lush lips. The same ones Theo’s eyes were burning into now. He stalked toward you as you walked back until you were pinned against the white brick wall of the ice rink.

He carefully took a strand of your hair, wrapping it around his pointer finger while his tongue poked the inside of his cheek. “Can I get the pretty girl's number, hm?” He asked, remaining not only charming but… cocky. Drawing you to him even more.

It seemed that your confidence exuded his own to creep out. But fuck did you like it. A confident man like this? Damn. “Huh…I’m not sure. Can you?” Teasing him right back you subtly bit your lower lip to fight back the giggles that wanted to escape from within.

“Fuckin’ tease. Isn’t that right?”

Theodore now pinned both of his hands above your head, practically towering over your tiny frame. “Perhaps just a little bit…” Breathing out your words, your gaze danced along with his ocean eyes. Feeling your heart thump hard against your chest.

“I like a tease…A challenge…” His tone now held something of mischief, giving him a different vibe. And fuck, your whole body was fucking feeling it. “Yeah?” You asked, bringing out more of your sultry tone, keeping your lips slightly parted as you glanced down to his own.

That was it. Theo was going to come in hot. Make his move. Smash his lips to yours. But just as he was millimeters away from ravishing you a loud shout was heard. “—Nott! Back in the locker room!” His fucking coach. What a cock block. Theo rolled his eyes and cursed in Italian under his breath.

“We aren’t finished here…” He replied to you lowly, throwing up his pointer finger to his coach. He reached into his pocket. Pulling out a pen and taking your arm. Feeling the tickle of his scribbling, He wrote something on it as you sat there dumbfounded.

Once he was done, you scanned over your forearm. In sloppy handwriting was written his number followed by “Text me, Tesoro ;)” giggling at his little winky face as you nodded your head.

With that, he walked off with his coach to the locker room. That night you got home thinking of everything and anything that could have happened if his damn trainer didn’t interrupt you two. That’s when you decided to send him a flirty yet risky text…

Ahhhh the start of hockey!theo 🏒🥅⛸️

Really hope y’all enjoyed im too excited to continue on with this au! ATP I have so many and STILL have some In the back of my mind help lol

As always asks and requests are open my sweet peas 💋

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