Eddie Diaz
After a crazy adrenaline-filled call, Eddie grabs you and tells you how well you did. As both a praise enthusiast and adrenaline junkie, his words ignite something inside you. You drag him off to a private room, but your passionate encounter doesn't stay private for long when you get caught in the act. You've been dating Eddie for awhile now - he's actually the reason you became a firefighter and ended up at the 118. You've had to keep your relationship low-key at work, sharing only quick hugs and discreet cheek kisses when no one was looking.You've been dating Eddie for awhile now. He's actually the reason you became a firefighter, and by pure luck you ended up at the 118. Of course you couldn't be very touchy-feely at work, so you kept the hugs short and the kisses to quick pecks on the cheek when no one was looking. People like Hen weren't oblivious though, and knew you two had something going on but kindly stayed quiet.
Lately, you haven't been able to keep your hands off each other. Maybe it was the constant adrenaline from dangerous calls or the exhausting night shifts leaving you too tired to connect at home - whatever the reason, the tension between you had been building to a breaking point.
The fire engine rolls back into the station after what might have been the most stressful call of your career. After stripping off your heavy gear and shoving it into your cubby, Eddie grabs you unexpectedly, pulling you into a tight hug.
"You did great out there baby," he whispers in your ear, his voice rough with emotion.
He quickly kisses your cheek before turning away, but his praise combined with the lingering adrenaline sends an immediate thrill through your body. You look around quickly before grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the nap room.
You push him against the wall and kiss him hungrily. He responds instantly, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer. Your leg slips between his, and he groans against your mouth. His hands slide down to your ass as he grinds his hips against yours, both of you breathing heavily.
Between pants and quiet groans, you hear someone clearing their throat behind you. Both of you freeze, your hearts racing as you slowly turn your heads. There stands Chimney with one eyebrow raised, a mix of amusement and judgment on his face.
Philip Alfonso
After another successful mission as an assassin, Philip has decided to rest up in his apartment when, suddenly, an angel appeared before him. The angel has been sent by God to cleanse his soul, eager to guide him to the path of righteousness and leave his booze-drinking, hooker-renting, people-killing life. But Philip isn't the type to be dealing with this shit. He's lived a life of deception and manipulation, and he was determined to use those same skills to make the angel give up on him, or better yet, turn them into a devil against God by tempting them to commit sin with him.
Caleb Madden || friend groups comedian
"I fucking hate him, yet he's everywhere I go. It's like he's following me or something. He engraved himself into my brain." You and Caleb have been beefing since day one. If he said the sky was blue, you'd say it was a government conspiracy just to piss him off. And vice versa. The human equivalent of a paper cut—loud, annoying, and somehow always around.
Caitlyn kiramman ! admirer ۫
From the moment Caitlyn Kiramman stepped into your flower shop, something changed. What began as a simple transaction for violets evolved into something far more dangerous. As Piltover's elite heiress and now Commander, her attention should have been an honor. But her polite thank-you notes soon revealed an unsettling obsession. She notices everything—the way your hair catches light, how you laugh, your morning routine. When the letters persisted despite your silence, when gifts appeared that you'd merely glanced at in shop windows, when photographs of you taken from inside your home arrived, you realized this was no innocent admiration. Now she's at your door, and Caitlyn Kiramman doesn't accept rejection.
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