#ryan wolfe x fem!reader fanfic

[ashes-writing]

drowning || csi miami ; r.wolfe

A/N; So this uh... It was kind of written totally spur of the moment. I actually started it last night when requests for other fandom headcanons slowed down for me and... Whew. I was not intending it to take the turn it did. So here you go, I suppose. It's finished and it's... Filth. But kinda sweet.

It's meant to feel rushed and no, it wasn't beta'd. I don't really ah.. do the beta reader thing.

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You're holding me down and Holding me down

You’d drawn the short straw, so to speak. You were the one tasked to stop by Ryan’s apartment while he was out on leave and recovering from taking a nail to the eye. Why Natalia or one of the others wasn’t doing it, you weren’t sure at all.

Why Alexx insisted you do it to ease her mind, you had no clue.

But you stood at the black door and your hand hesitated, hovering in midair and poised to knock.

You finally knocked.

And nothing.

You were starting to worry a little, despite the fact that Ryan said little to nothing to you during work hours, you couldn’t deny a certain magnetism to the stubborn and distant male. To be fair, you also couldn’t deny a lingering flirtation between yourself and a very single and very flirtatious Eric Delko, either. But in terms of attraction… Ryan Wolfe was the one you’d pick, hands down.

If only there were even a choice to begin with.

By the fourth knock you were on the verge of texting the fact that he wasn’t answering the door  into Alexx or something, and you were just about to step away, but the door opened and Ryan stood there, towering over you. A towel slung low around his waist and slipped lower by the second. The patch over his eye made you wince as you remembered the panic and how fast it set in after hearing what had happened to him the day he’d been shot with it.

“Uh,hi… Alexx, she was um…” your eyes were busy, they couldn’t stop exploring the sight of his exposed body. Until now, all you’d ever seen him in were dress shirts, a neat blazer and some form of slacks. And those kind of gave you an idea of what he might look like underneath but they hadn’t fully prepared you by any means.

You weren’t expecting him to be quite so.. Buff.

Or to have a tattoo on his bicep.

Or the tan, you’d never associated him as the type to enjoy the outdoors enough to be kissed by the sun like he was.

Your hand raised as your mouth worked overtime to attempt formulating the rest of whatever you’d been about to say and your mind raced. Had you fed the stray this morning? Had you locked your front door? Turned off your curling iron? All the thoughts in addition to the awe that came at catching a glimpse of Ryan exposed the way he was.

Common decency would’ve predicated that you turn away, avert your eyes and yet… You couldn’t. You were rooted in place. And your eyes wouldn’t budge, you couldn’t stop staring.

In the midst of your own internal uproar, you completely missed the way brown eyes flitted over your body and the way he bit his lip as he got himself a damn good glimpse of your legs. 

“Worried?” Ryan spoke up attempting to finish your sentence, shattering the palpable tension lingering between you both. He stepped out of the door and you stepped into his apartment, your eyes darting around as you took it all in.

Very neat. Masculine. The same air of stiff formality Ryan Wolfe gave off that most found intimidating but you were drawn to it like a cat to catnip. A big contrast to your own place which was what you called ‘organized chaos’ with your clothes strewn everywhere, heels discarded randomly throughout the space. Books lying around all over along with photos. Makeup littering every inch of the double vanity sinks in your apartment’s one bathroom.

Opposites attract, right?

You two were literally night and day.

Your eyes caught on a snag in your new stockings and it distracted you as he cleared his throat to get your attention. “I’m fine. You can tell her not to worry….” and then came another heavy pause.

You stepped closer, surveying the patch over his injured eye. A hand raised before you could stop it and grazed against the edge of stiff gauze gingerly as you sucked in a sharp breath. “Your, ah.. The bandage was loose.” you excused the touch as you drew your hand back to your own body a second or two.

The scent of him permeated the space, clean and earthy, a mix of his body wash and cologne. He hadn’t been shaving, the faintest hint of stubble on his jaws was enough to distract you even more and this is precisely how you found yourself body to body with him. Hard muscles and warmth against your soft curves and the light chill you still felt from having been caught in a quick rain shower on the way into his building.

“Yeah.” he answered after staring down at you for a second or two, an almost thoughtful look in his eyes. 

“Ya know you kinda freaked me out.” the words were out before you could take them back. His brow raised. His heart sped up just the slightest. But he seemed so calm. So reserved.

“How?” he questioned after heavy tension filled the air for a second or two.

“I knocked like five times. I was, um.. Starting to worry.” you shuffled your feet while dragging fingers through your hair and then went quiet. The words leaving your mouth in the softest lazy drawl. Ryan chuckled to himself quietly. “Showering.” he gestured to his current state of undress.

“Mhm. I,ah.. I noticed.” you answered as your cheeks burned and your thighs seemed to clench together tight enough to cause a dull ache to settle in. You tried not to let your eyes wander all over again after he’d called attention to himself by telling you what he’d been doing but you failed and you failed miserably. He caught hold of the slipping towel and tightened the knot as best as he could.

You weren’t sure why you thought it’d be a good idea to do it but before you could stop yours, your hand disappeared between both of your bodies and your fingers lingered hesitantly against plush black fabric. You worked with the way he had the towel twisted around his waist until it was no longer slipping and a pout formed that you were thankful he couldn’t see because you had your head dipped down.

Of course, while this was going on, he was marveling at how your forehead hit the center of his chest nearly perfect in the heels you wore. He found himself realizing that without them it meant you were a tiny thing, and he knew you were light as a feather no thanks to having to give you a boost to a higher shelf in the records room at the station more recently when a case file was at least three shelves higher than you could reach.

The mental imagery that filled his head at the new information as it settled over him had his cock strained against the black towel around his waist and he really should’ve stepped away. He should’ve excused himself by now, gone back to his room and at least thrown on a pair of sweats but his feet were rooted in place.

And all he could fucking do was stare right now. Stare and remind himself that you and Eric were always flirting with each other. That while he wanted you, it probably wouldn’t work out. Lost in his own internal angst over the reality of things, he failed to notice it when you stepped even closer. He only realized you had when your hand settled palm down against his bare chest right on top of his rapidly beating heart. He swallowed hard and his eyes settled on the way your hand rested softly against his skin. 

“While I’m here.” your words came out in a breathy rush, “I might as well ah… I could swap out your bandages. Just so it doesn’t come off.” and you go to step past him with every intention to excuse yourself from the room, find his bathroom and have yourself a cool down but he stood firm. Blocking your path.

“Not out with Eric tonight?” the question was the last thing he meant to ask and honestly, he didn’t want to hear the answer. He tensed up a little because it was too late to take it back by then, he’d asked. Now he had to brace himself. But when you started to laugh softly after giving him a blank look, he stared at you, perplexed.

“Oh my god, no! Absolutely not, he’s like.. He’s my friend.” you insisted, the laughter dying away seconds later. He looked irritated. If you weren’t so pessimistic, you’d almost say he looked a little… jealous. 

“You flirt with your friends?” Ryan wanted to punch himself in the throat and he regretted every bit of it, from the accusatory tone to the jealousy surging to the surface and the fact that he’d even had the audacity to bring it up -any of it, to begin with. “Shit.” he mumbled, mostly to himself just as you stepped away. Your arms folded as you studied him intently.

And then you sighed. You muttered something softly to yourself and he didn’t quite catch it. He asked you to repeat it and you looked up at him. You stepped closer when you did it. Your hand settled against his chest all over again and for the longest time, you were both just standing there. Staring quietly.

Frozen. Waiting.

Something had to give.

“ No, I don’t. But what if I did, huh?” you shook your head, confused. Tilting it slightly to better look up at him. “Why’s it bothering you, hm? I mean you’re distant to me if you bother talking at all. I dunno why Alexx insisted I come by, I’m gonna…” you rambled, your tone deflated at the end of the rant, “I’m gonna go. Yeah. That’s.. That’s what I need to do.” and you stepped away, turning your back to him. You’d just reached out for the handle to his door when he stopped you by pressing against you from behind.

“I’m sorry. That all came out wrong.” he took a very frustrated deep breath. “Does it really bother you? Me not talking to you, I mean.. Does it?” Ryan questioned. You turned to face him, your back pinned softly against the door behind you. You swallowed hard. “Mhm.” you answered quietly. 

“Why?”

“Well, I..” you stammered. Then you sighed. “Because the whole reason I flirt with Eric in the first place is because I… It’s juvenile.”

He gripped your jaw, this made you look up at him again when you tried to stare at the engineered hardwood beneath your feet. “Tell me.” he said in a little firmer tone. Staring down at you intently. Waiting.

“I do it because the guy I want to flirt with is..” you trailed off, annoyed with yourself. Frustrated as hell and refusing to hide behind vague generalizations. If he wants the truth, the truth is going to come out. And maybe it’s time it did. You pause and take another deep breath and you continue, “ You’re always flirting with Natalia. I thought you two were dating ‘til earlier this week, actually. So I guess I figured if I can’t have the one I really want I’d just… y’know… settle.” Christ, you think to yourself, this is so much easier when he’s not making me look right at him. - the thought is brushed aside. There’s a palpable tension in the air and it makes it so much harder to breathe and you know you should be leaving now but you just can’t.

Ryan is towering over you. At first, your words don’t actually… Register. Because he’s more pessimistic than optimist, so he’d prepared himself to hear anything but what actually comes out of your mouth when you’ve answered him. 

But then it registers and everything clicks. And suddenly, he’s staring at you and biting his lip, a hand all caught up in his hair. “You..” he begins and pauses, grumbling. Swearing to himself before going quietly while pointing at himself. “Want me? Is that right, princess?” his hips press into you even more.

You whimper when you feel him twitching, growing beneath the dark towel around his waist. Your back rests firmly against his front door and you can only look up at him and gulp while nodding.

“I said it, didn’t I?” you finally manage to form words.

“Mhm.” Ryan answered, swallowing hard. Leaning into you even more. Your back now firmly lodged up against his front door. “You did.” he added after the air got so thick he couldn’t take another second of it. His hand ghosts your hip for a moment and he’s just staring at you.

Hard.

You were lost in his eyes. Your finger dragged across his abdomen just above where the towel sat. “It’s out now.” you mused quietly because you couldn’t think of anything else to say but the silence was so thick you were choking on it.

His abdomen clenched and unclenched under the slow drag of your soft fingertip across and he sucked in a harsh breath. The look in his eyes changed from one of shock to one of warning. His eyes darted down, following the way your finger continued to drag across his skin. You glanced down and then back up at him, licking your lips.

He leaned in just a little closer. You rose up on your toes and the tips of your noses bumped ever so lightly as your mouth settled clumsy up against his. Tentative. Cautious.

But cautious wasn’t going to cut it, not where he was concerned. Not when he was essentially getting exactly what he wanted for once. Your back collided with the door behind you all over again with a soft smack and you found yourself wedged between the firm muscular body of Ryan Wolfe and the door with absolutely nowhere to go and no real plans to escape because you didn’t want to.

Your hand caught in the way the towel clung to his waist and you whimpered quietly, your mouth falling open to allow his tongue entrance and he didn’t waste a single second. His tongue met yours and clashed, dominating the kiss. Deepening it as he let you cling and melt against him, the only sounds to shatter the silence settled all around you both the soft smacking, the meeting of your mouths over and over again. Your quiet whimper swallowed by his mouth when the kiss broke and you pulled away to attempt catching your breath as colored dots lined your vision and you actually had to use your grip on the towel at his waist as well as dig your nails on the hand rested against his shoulder into the skin there. 

“Fuck.” he groaned out quietly as his hungry eyes roamed up and down your body and he dragged the back of his hand across bruising and swollen lips. You kissed him like you needed him to breathe, it was the first time in the man's life he’d ever been kissed that way and in doing so, you proceeded to light a little fire deep within.

This is how you found yourself being scooped up and sat atop a dining table that you were thankful proved to be much sturdier than it seemed. Ryan stepped between your legs and leaned into you in a way that had you leaned back. His hands roaming up and down your thighs, fingers digging against soft bare skin as your heel fell off your foot with a quiet thud and settled on the dark hardwood flooring, the other heel to follow suit.

The tear in your stockings grew as his finger dragged over it and caught at some point, tearing the flimsy flesh colored fabric. The tear grows, tugged apart by the way Ryan Wolf clutches at your thighs. Your favorite pair of thigh highs are now essentially ruined -right along with your panties because you are soaked. Dripping wet with a healthy dull ache settling in because there's nothing more that you want most than to feel him buried inside. Fucking you.

But he’s not stopping. No, now his mouth has left your mouth; wandering down the side of your neck after he tilted your head and nosed your hair out of the way of his mouth. The hand that tore your thigh highs is creeping up beneath your skirt, fingers making a determined march to their final destination for the time being. You whimper and whine and you’re rubbing yourself against him; shameless. Wild with reckless abandon. His free hand is caught in your hair and he’s got your head tipped back because he’s leaving a circlet of love bites that have all started to purple around the base of your throat. Your hand caught in the way the towel hangs at his waist and you’re dangerously close to giving one good yank to send it pooling to the floor at his bare feet.

He seemed to pick up on it, he had to have picked up on it, after all, your hand is clutching the dark colored plush fabric in your moment of indecision. His dark chuckle tears up from the depths of his chest and his fingers are caught in the thin waistband of your favorite pair of pale pink panties -the ones that made you think of cotton candy when you bought them, and the silent rip as they’re torn away fills the space creating another level to the quiet sounds of his mouth against your flesh and your soft and needy whines as you beg him and arch yourself against him as much as you possibly can.

“Fuck.” he growls out quietly, an almost animalistic sound in nature as it’s swallowed by another deep kiss filled with longing. You both pull away to breathe and you’re staring at each other, eyes widened and pupils blown with lust. He leans back into you and smooth lips graze against the shell of your ear as he mutters calmly against your ear that if you want him to stop now is the time to say so.

“If I wanted you to stop you’d know it.” you respond, the words ripped from your mouth with a breathy moan following. Your head falls back as thick digits drag slow over the wet warmth of your throbbing sex. You suck in a sharper breath and your fingers dig against his shoulder. You can feel it every single time his cock twitches to grow and press against the towel barely hanging on for dear life around his waist. Your other hand catches on the garment and it settles on the floor at his feet. "C'mon," you beg, pleading with your eyes. "Need you, Ry. Please."

Ryan kicks the towel away and his attention is turned to working the skirt up to your hips and out of his way and once he’s done that, he’s focused on the button up shirt, the pale pink bra beneath that matched your favorite panties to a T and your blazer because those are in his way and they needed to be gone yesterday.

“Shit.” he growls, teeth chomping at the bits to leave more marks against newly exposed and pristine, unmarked flesh as soon as the clothing is out of the way, torn and discarded on the floor of his apartment. He briefly steps out from  his stance between your legs and steps back, head tilted, fucking mind blown look in brown eyes as he all but growls quietly, “Fuck..” and he breathes in and out before stepping back between your legs, his hands pushing them further apart as brown eyes fix intently on just how little space is left between you and him.

The gap is closed with a pussy drunk apology because the man’s dying to push into your soft and velvety warmth, see if he can get you screaming loud enough that the neighbors learn your name and he makes you forget it temporarily.

The hazy fluorescent lighting overhead casts a sheen as his eyes catch on the way you’re gushing, dripping for him already and when your teeth catch against the side of his neck as the leaky tip of his thick cock rubs between sensitive folds, he gasps; the sound swallowed by the way his mouth locks against the swell of your breasts. He sinks in deeper and you jolt against him a little, tensing up and drawing him to stillness as he looks up at you in concern.

You’re stretched and split and the way your walls are wrapping his length in a vise have him sucking in a deep breath and all he really wants to do is bury himself to the hilt but he waits. Patient. Until you’re used to the feeling of him inside of you. When he feels you roll your hips he shudders because it feels so good, the way you’re squeezing every inch he’s given you already.

He knows he won’t last long this time because it’s been a while and you feel way too damned good already, you’re wet; slippery as your juices leak down his length slowly. He chuckles against your skin and sinks in just a little deeper, a smirk plays at his mouth when he feels your legs squeeze against the sides of his body. “Feel good, princess?” he groans out, starting to pound away at you; slow and cautious. The coil of your stomach is almost instantaneous, you can feel it when it happens. Your hand raises and drags through his damp hair and he nips at your bottom lip before latching down with his own.

His hands are all over you. Ghosting your sides, gripping your hip as he scoots you a little closer to the edge of the dining table and you’re putting more weight on him. It’s when he buries to the hilt inside you you moan, your hips circling and rocking, stammering in their pace as he laughs against your mouth. “Easy, princess. Feels so… -ah fuck,” his tongue conquers yours, “so fucking good, perfect fit, fuck.” as you whimper and whine, your orgasm building in a hurry, faster than it’s ever happened before. Your toes curl when he bottoms out, the tip of his cock striking against a spot that has your head falling back as he fucks you near dumb on the dining table.

“Oh god, fuck..” you moan, his name leaving your lips over and over again like it’s the only word you can remember and for the moment, it is. You’ve forgotten all else but the way it feels to have him buried to the hilt, fucking you senseless. “Ryan, ah–” you cry out, your cries shatter the near silence and linger. He growls quietly and brown eyes lock on yours as he coaxes calmly, “C’mon. Let go.” followed by “Fuuuuuck.” groaned against the hollow of your throat when your orgasm shatters you and you’re left to fuck yourself up and down on his cock to ride out your high in a desperate frenzy, blindly chasing it  down. He’s kissing you tender and his hands are all over you, you’re melted against him in a fucked out stupor and clinging to him near helpless as he mumbles against your ear that he’s so close; then he’s throbbing, the warmth of his release burning you from the inside as his hips stammer against your body and he slumps against you a little, his forehead presses light against the swell of your tits as he breathes in and out again. Trying to come down from the high.

Brown eyes meet yours and he bites his lip.

“You, uh… you don’t have to go… do you?” he asks quietly.

You give a soft little smile and drag your finger up and down his chest, tracing the definition of his pectoral, “No. Do you want me to stay?”

“Yeah. I’d like it.” his answer is quiet. Honest. You grip his jaw and pull his mouth against your own greedily. “Then I’ll stay, Ry.”

You're killing me slow So slow, oh no

[ashes-writing]

starved || csi miami ; r.wolfe

Authors Note: So chaos - the piece I posted for Ryan Wolfe yesterday, that definitely inspired this. I kind of got the idea for it while writing chaos, actually, it's weird how my brain works. Since the initial brain child for this belonged to @justmeandanoverdrive I wanted to say hi, love you for sending me the initial idea that I answered yesterday (after forever and a fuckin day and I'm sorry for that btw) and further love you because without that, this one wouldn't have written itself.

Warnings: (mild nsfw, minors don't you fucking dare,) hinted at p&v, graphic descriptions (kinda) of bite marks / love bites, hinted at oral (female receiving ftw) and two people in lurrrrve.

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If he thought he was shocked the night of their first date... Nothing compared to waking up to sunlight streaming almost violently through the windows making the stark white walls of her apartment almost blinding as his eyes fluttered open. 

It felt surreal. Like a dream. Even though they’d been practically inseparable since the night she took matters into her own hands where they were concerned. Waking up to find himself in her bed should have been starting to feel like a habit by now because it had been for almost a week, but it wasn’t. He was still in awe every single morning when his eyes opened and he found himself there.

This morning she was draped across him, face buried in his neck as she burrowed her nose into the space where his neck met his shoulders and as he lay there as still as he could manage, all he could do was replay the night before.

Over and over.

Until he was straining against the boxers he wore all over again. He swore quietly. She stirred a second or two after, eyes fluttering open. A sleepy yawn. When she raised up a little to look down at him he could see the places his mouth met and latched onto her neck, the little trail of lovebites littering soft skin.                                                                                       

Purpling bruises down the front of her throat because he’d gotten so goddamn carried away he hadn’t been able to control himself and with each deep drive into tight and wet,velvety warmth as it encased his cock deep inside, he’d clamped down on her neck with his teeth. Not hard enough to really break skin but hard enough to leave bruising and one slightly angry shallow red mark.

He winced as he gripped her neck, turning it so that he got a good look at what he’d done. “That doesn’t.. It doesn’t hurt or anything, right?”

She shook her head. Pulled herself off of him and settled into the bed beside him, slipping a leg between his legs as she raised a hand and dragged her finger across his lips while giving him that look. Her soft giggle shattered the silence. “I actually thought it was kinda hot.”

His cheeks heated up and he chuckled. “Oh you did, huh?” he asked as he positioned himself on top of her, pinning her into the mattress. She whimpered, rocking herself up against him as she challenged quietly, “Don’t start something you’re not gonna be able to finish, tiger.”

He lowered his face so that his mouth met hers and mumbled against it, “Oh? Who said I wouldn’t, hm? We both have today off. The whole day, princess.” He emphasized the words and licked his lips. This sent his tongue dragging against soft and bruising swollen lips and when she shivered beneath him, he laughed again quietly, his forehead finding hers. 

Her arms raised, wrapping around his neck and he could feel her finger dragging up and down the top of his spine. Dragging designs against his skin as she lies pinned beneath him, rocking her hips upward into his body. He snickered quietly. “See,” he mumbled against her mouth before allowing his lips to stray and venture down that gentle slope where her neck met her shoulder, kissing over the angry red skin around the faint bite mark he’d made the night before, “When you do this.” he rocked himself right back against her, making her whine in need, “That makes me think you’re the one trying to start something.”

“Maybe I am, Ryan.” she giggled, dragging the digits on one hand through his hair, sending a shiver through him as her nails scraped softly against his scalp. His mouth dipped lower, the warmth of his tongue as it circled her nipple sending a moan up into the quiet settled in the room. He stopped what he was doing to look back up at her, eyes gleaming.

Hungry. So fucking hungry.

“I think I know what I wanna do today.” he murmured as he sucked a second or two before releasing the hold his mouth had onto her nipple and letting his mouth drag down lower, down her abdomen in a line. His body settled between her legs to hold them open. She giggled when he dragged his tongue in a circle around her navel, trying to throw her hand over the area because apparently, she was ticklish.

He glanced up again. Licking his lips as his eyes locked on the way her body was pinned below. He dropped a few distracted kisses against fading love bites and bruises he left behind earlier while he waited on her to answer, to try and guess what he had in mind.

“Hm? What’s that, baby?” she asked quietly, locking eyes with him only to have to break the gaze when his tongue trailed a line from her belly button downward. Her toes began to dig at the sheets and his shoulder and as he raised up one of her legs to position it on his shoulder, he smirked. “I’m starving, princess. So first, “ his lips danced higher up the inside of her leg and he paused again to lock eyes with her, to watch the way her eyes fluttered open and closed and the way her breathing hitched when he started to venture up the insides of her marked up and lightly bitten thighs, “I’m gonna eat.. Then.” he chuckled as he stopped his tongue just shy of the crease that formed her bikini line and paused to look up at her again while biting his lip, “Then I’m going to wreck you, princess.”

[ashes-writing]

More Wolfe NSFW please :) you made me go back to my old crush

Ask and you shall receive, love! I love you so so so so so much for indulging me in my own ahem... feelings, for this man. Because honestly, Tim Speedle and him were like... it for me as far as guys on that show. So yes, yes.. Happily.

This is absolutely not meant for minors, minors don't you fucking dare. Also, if you don't like choking, body fluids, biting / marking, breeding kink, use of handcuffs, oral sex, masturbation and overstimulation, you might wanna skip this. It's okay. Take care of yourself!

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✯ He loves it when his partner / you are shorter. It’s kind of hot for him, the fact that he’s taller.. Bigger. While he is taller than Tim by just a little IIRC… He’s around the same height / a little shorter than Eric and for the most part, tends to be shorter than most guys, so to tower over you is just ughhh.. And he’ll use the fact that he’s taller to his advantage oh my god. Think pinning your body between the wall and himself with one hand pinning both of yours over his head and his hips pushing into your body because yes lord. Yes. this is exactly how he’ll kiss you most of the time. If he hasn’t picked you up and let you wrap your legs around him to do it. 

✯ The sight of you in his clothing will lend to you getting said clothing torn off your body. And railed accordingly. It’s one of his big turn ons.

✯ Is very into overstimulation, to a point where he can’t/won’t stop pushing you to the brink until you’re kind of having to push his mouth -or him away and beg for a few seconds to breathe. He gets off on just how many times he sends you shattering over the edge.

✯ Very lowkey in public. Very handsy with a very filthy mouth in private. It’s almost like you’re getting two men in one body sometimes. Oh, he’s into pda but he’s very… lowkey… sweet and cute with it because he’s a firm believer in everything having a time and place.

✯ Has absolutely toyed with the idea of using his department issued handcuffs on a lover before. Would be driven absolutely feral if you/his partner were to agree to letting him cuff you. And if he were to use the cuffs on you, oh mannnnn… I hope you’re ready to be eaten -and fucked, until you’ve forgotten your own name but the neighbors somehow know it.

✯ His groans. And grunts. And swearing in the heat of the moment, oh my god.. That voice all husky against the shell of your ear as he’s practically groaning your name over and over like it’s the only word he knows.

✯ lowkey high key has a thing about looking down to see the way his cock inside you pushes against your tum and makes a lil bulge and oh my god, he will plow you so goddamn hard when he sees it. I do not know the technical term for this particular turn on but like.. Yes.

✯ would love it so much -holy shit so much if you were to take those department issued cuffs and use them on him. For a man who loves / thrives on being in total control at all times, there’s just something so damn hot about being cuffed and at your will. 

✯ loves to see you covered in his marks. And handprints. Especially if you don’t try covering them up.

✯ Always has his hand on -or between and on the insides of, your thigh when you’re in the passenger seat of the car.

✯ Loves showering with you and will get in almost every single time. 

✯ Call him daddy and see what happens. Something in him just snaps and he’s rutting into you with reckless abandon while sucking your earlobe and biting you on the neck. He gets a little rougher, his strokes get way deeper too.

✯ Cockwarming. Loves to fall asleep buried inside of you. Just feels so good to have you clenched around him, ugh. 

✯ Loves to watch you pleasure yourself. He almost can’t keep his hands to himself and he definitely can’t keep his mouth shut, the closer you get, the mouthier he gets, the more he’s thrusting at air, tugging at the way he’s straining against his clothes. 

✯ Messy oral sex. He goes down on you like a man who is starving. He loves going down on you too, so he’ll stay down there a long time.

✯ Loves having scratches on his back. 

✯ His favorite kind of sex is slow. Gentle and intimate. Where you’re pinned beneath him and he’s able to stare down at you and kiss or touch you, which he does a lot.

✯ Loves it when you give him lap dances or grind yourself against him, it drives him so fucking crazy, oh my god.

✯ He doesn’t sleep around a whole lot. He’s kind of a romantic. If he’s not dating anybody, he doesn’t necessarily need sex to be fulfilled but.. If he’s dating somebody, ughhhh, this man. His sex drive is out of this fucking world.

✯ Will randomly grab or smack your ass.

✯ He is not into risky sex that much. But in the heat of the moment, he has pulled you into a private room, locked the door and railed you with his hand over your mouth and biting into your neck and shoulders so you two aren’t caught doing the deed wherever you happen to be that’s a less than ideal location. Sometimes the urge to have you right then and there wins out over the way he’s not fond of potentially getting caught.

✯ huge praise kink. Giving and getting. Getting it just like.. Ugh, oh my god, it’s everything to him. But he gives you praise and he’s always telling and showing you just how much he loves you and thinks you’re the sexiest person alive every chance he gets. 

✯ Loves it when he’s got his head between your thighs and you reach down and pull his hair. Or try to push his mouth where you want it most as if you can’t wait to feel him taste you.

[ashes-writing]

shattered | csi miami ; r.wolfe

A/N ; So this one is... an angst fest. There is no happy ending, either. This comes from a talk with a friend of mine who's wonder at how Ryan would take a breakup/cheating and like... It's just bitter. But it's something I haven't done much -and am probably not good at at all btw, but I've been dying to branch out, so this is kind of a tester to me doing that.

Anyway, if i had to suffer this idea when it came after the talk in question, damn it... you guys are getting dragged down with me.

Pairing ; Ryan Wolfe x Cheating!Fem reader

Timeline / Other Stuff to Note ; This has no timeline benchmarks to follow. And it is not connected to any of the prior works I've done featuring Ryan Wolfe and reader, either.

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Warnings ; Angst, oh my godddd. Listen if you're here for a happy ending, this ain't it, chief. Cheating. Hints that reader is maybe a little self destructive / has abandonment issues. That's it. I strongly advise you not to read this if you're lookin for sunshine and daisies, loves.

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“I thought we had something!” Ryan drags his hand over the back of his head as he says it, pacing in front of you. His voice breaks you. He sounds so hurt, so... fucking tortured. It's killing him and you can tell by the sound of his voice. It's killing you too. You can’t even look him in the eyes, that’s how ashamed you are of what you’ve  done. But you’ve always had certain self-destructive tendencies and when things were going way too damn good for you, it made you so uneasy. To a point where you were walking on eggshells and the tension was there, thick and heavy; waiting to choke you down.

Every single time you’d barely manage to get a grip on the intrusive thoughts in your head, they’d start up again, louder. More intrusive. More damaging until you couldn’t possibly ignore them all. This is what led you to the bar after a fight between the two of you got particularly nasty -mostly your own fault, and that’s when things went from bad to worse.

“Why him, huh? Why’d you sleep with him?” Ryan questions, throwing up his hands in the air when you don’t respond and you won’t even look him in the eyes. You’ve been silent and distant for weeks now, everybody’s caught on to the tension between you. They’ve been asking what’s wrong for a while now and Ryan hasn’t been able to give any kind of an answer because he thought everything was fine.

The alcohol wasn’t an excuse but it was the only reason you could give. “I didn’t love him. I-I..” you rub at your forehead and sigh, blowing at fallen strands of hair. “It just happened. We had that fight…”

That wasn’t any better than trying to use alcohol as an excuse.

You did the only thing you’ve ever known.

You rushed down the hall and into the bedroom you’ve shared with him since you moved in together and you grabbed all your necessities. And the whole time you were shoving clothes into a trash bag, your mind was taunting, nagging at you nonstop. Pointing out every flaw. Coaxing you into the belief that it was just better this way all around. Sooner or later you wouldn’t have been enough ; you never seem to be.

Sooner or later, Ryan would’ve left you too. Just like everybody else who's ever claimed to love you. Your mind won’t stop and the more you think, the madder you get. At your own headspace, at the fucked up way you really are, at the people who made you this way and about losing Ryan. Because you’re not stupid. There is no happy ending.

Ryan can’t trust you anymore. Trust is everything to Ryan.

Your eyes catch on a framed picture of you two taken at the holiday party held at the station. You’re sitting on his lap and you look so happy. As if nothing can touch you, as if you haven’t gone and completely tainted everything because you’re so fucking emotionally stunted somehow that fucking a random guy in a bar is easier than sitting the man you love with all your heart down and telling him everything.

It shouldn’t be this way.

You don’t want to lose him.

But you did this to yourself. You’re the one who took matches to the one good thing you had going for you and now you’re watching it burn.

You wind up screaming in frustration and when you drop the picture -purely by accident, purely because you caught sight of him standing in the bedroom door and just watching you pack, the glass shatters into pieces on the floor. And you want to say it’s symbolic. You want to say this is a sign if there ever was any.

But the pain is overwhelming.

It’s raw and it’s real.

You grab the bag you’ve shoved all your clothes into and you’re on your way out the bedroom door but Ryan stops you and he looks crushed. Broken. He actually looks like he’s trying not to cry himself.

“Why’d you do it? I thought...” he trails off and drags his hand over the back of his head. Every part of him, despite you coming home and telling him where you've been while he was worried sick... He should be angry but all he can feel right now is pain. Overwhelming. "I thought we had something, damn it. Did you ever give a shit at all?"

And just like earlier when he asked the same question, you can’t answer it.

Because you don’t know what to tell him. You don’t know how to fix what you’ve done so the best thing to do for now is just to leave it as is.

Like that broken frame on the dresser where you left it. In lots of little pieces.