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Do you love Mark or do you love Mark!!!

I haven't watched all 3 episodes yet but I FUCKING LOVE MARK MEACHUM👏🏼🥵

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MISSY I'm working on your drabble right now!!!

but I need to ask for some hcs of Tim x younger!reader with a forbidden secret relationship 🫦🫦

⋆˚࿔ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ to!tim bradford x younger!rookie!reader (18+) missy's note: OH MY GOD YES! another pookie put this in my inbox too so i had to write something about a forbidden relationship. I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE WHAT YOU WRITE FOR MY IDEA AHH. i can so imagine this being buzzcut!tim we were blessed with in season 1 + 2 hehe. INCLUDES CHEATING AND NSFW! MDNI PLEASE JOIN THE TAGLIST!

we all know tim bradford is a smart lad. please, he served twelve years in the marines and he's a hard ass training officer- he knows the rules and abides them with caution better than no other.

which is why he knows he's soooo fucked when he realises you're his rookie.

i feel like a forbidden relationship would be so fucking thrilling but also scary because god damn is your career on the line. tim's even more so than yours because he's the older one and he knows better than to do that. not say you don't, bit tim's got massive responsibilities laying on his shoulders.

it wouldn't happen straight away, that's for sure. but god damn, would tim torture himself before his last straw. things like imagining you, instead, taking his length whenever rachel would provide pleasure onto his aching cock. and even so into the late night after coming home from intimidating you like crazy, he'd fuck his own palm beneath the shower's hot water- alert to not groan load that his girlfriend to hear, but enough to get a kick out of knowing that's he's moaning your name as he cums into his hand.

the dreams didn't help either- dirty, raw fantasies engraving each fragment of his brain as he imagined the filthiest things he could do to you.

you were struggling with it to because whew you were so whipped for this man. and no matter how much he yelled at you and demanded things like tomorrow was to never come, you still couldn't help but lower your gaze as you trained on every flex of his muscles and those veins that pumped on his forearm as he drove the shop.

the thing was, no matter how 'professional' you two tried to keep it, it so could never stay that way.

tim most certainly would try to keep his emotions to the back of his head, especially if he's got rachel waiting for him at his home. but when that first initial contact does happen, omg it would have to be because you were getting on tim's nerves and he just couldn't hold back.

being forbidden, especially when you're pretty much fucking your boss, means that you two are so secretive it's almost scary.

and yet, you two still love to balance on that line between adrenaline and getting caught.

tim possesses more of the paranoia. maybe that's because he's ten years older and has a higher status so he knows what's on the other end of - quite literally - 'fucking around and finding out'. so, he'll double check cameras and body cams, he'll even delete messages that evidences each other's dire needs for a quickie. hell, he's even checking through closed blinds behind neglected office doors while he grips your hair tighter, inviting your mouth to accept more of his cock.

you, however, are definitely more reckless.

you just can't help it! you know he's dating someone and, for heaven's sake, he's your boss. but...still, you can't seem to pull yourself away from the beauty of tim bradford.

you'll give him heavy-lidded eyes as he's trying to explain police terminology, you'll purposely brush past him in the hallways. you're not stupid, but you fucking love the thrill.

tim's a lot rougher than he means to be, and while your presence is a constant reminder that he's fucked his life up, he'd never blame his frustrations on you. because whatever this is between you and him was just as much of his contributions as it was yours. but still, he's frustrated.

so, yes, he will be rough, and you will take it.

you allow tim to take the lead in most cases- with the help of your teasing and how far you can push him. it can be so simple as tim murming a small- "get in the back." when you're both in the shop and that's your cue!

he gets so fired up if you've teased him all day with your small bratty comments or the lingering touch of your fingers to his leg. you love calling him 'sir' in a way that means nothing of respect, but hey! anything to get tim's jaw clenching and cock twitching in his pants.

sometimes if you two are walking side-by-side in the hallway to pick up a case file, tim will just grip your elbow and yank you into a random abandoned room with a small "c'mere, boot". he'll lock the door behind him and immediately get to work with dark eyes and a heaving breath- bending you over a desk with it's surface scattered with dust. not like he'll care or anything, he'll just whisper behind your ear: "you've been teasin' me all day, you fuckin' brat." as he's pulling your panties to the side before gliding his cock between your wet folds.

there's nothing 'loving' about your relationship- not for the first half of it anyway while the scare is still prevalent within you two.

tim has big arms and he most certainly puts them to use: in the back of the shop while you're both on border control, he'll help guide you up and down on his cock with a hold so harsh it marks your ass- same goes for when he smacks it every now and then. and when there's the off chance you can be delighted to the comfort of your bed while he comes over for an hour or two (you never do sleepovers- too risky), he'll definitely be using those arms to his ability as he keeps your thighs widened while he eats you out.

he's also so mean too UGHHH but please, you love it wayy too much. he's pounding into you from behind, groaning out how "once 'm done filling this hole, you're walking outta here with my cum dripping down your thighs, yeah?" and you're just nodding eagerly, drunk on the feeling of how perfectly he fits inside you.

he also fucking loves knowing that sweet, innocent-looking you is walking (limping) beside him on patrol with ruined, sticky underwear and cheeks still flushed from before. it's gotta be a power kink and god, does it only make tim more restless.

tim will definitely threaten you with a good time if you're pushing it.

late into the night means you're the only one left in the locker room as you begin getting undressed, and tim will just storm in after being absolutely teased by you all day. he'll push you against the lockers, zipping down your pants with a "g'nna stuff that pretty mouth so y'can shut the fuck up for once."

and even if you're blabbering about how "it's too much!" or "we're being too loud, someone's gonna hear us", tim will be sooo condescending. literally, he'll just reply in such a patronising way like "aw, poor baby- i thought this is what you wanted??" as he keeps rolling his hips to meet yours, the grind of his cock filling you even more as he holds you against a wall.

he is not kind. seriously. ain't no way he's calling you his sweetheart or angel or sweet girl in this dirty, secret relationship because you're everything but- and you know it too. especially when you both know if anyone deserves those names, it's rachel, not you.

so get ready for names like 'brat', 'doll' and OF COURSEEEEE 'boot'!

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i should go to sleep but countdown gets released in 20 minutes...

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jensenackles | June 23, 2025

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i love him already

Jensen Ackles as Mark Meachum COUNTDOWN (2025).

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Can't wait to see our guy on the Tonight Show tonight!!! So so proud of him❤️

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The Date

Pairing: Dean Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: after your first date with Dean, you invite him into your place.

Warnings: mdni 18+. smut. oral (m receiving). making out. male masturbation.

A/N: my friend had an experience and so I turned it into a Dean fic for her. you're welcome boo

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The movie ended, the screen fading to black as the credits rolled. You barely remembered what the plot was, you may have fell asleep halfway through. You felt comfortable though, and that doesn't happen often. The way his arm had rested behind you, how his fingers had lightly traced over your shoulder, how he smelled—cheap whiskey and leather.

Afterwards, the ride back was silent, but loud. He looked so good. You tried not to stare but you couldn't help it.

"See somethin' ya like, sweetheart?" He smirks.

"Maybe I do."

By the time you got back to your place, the building tension had reached a boiling point.

Dean leaned against the door as you unlocked it, that smirk still on his face.

"You comin' in?" You ask.

"You always invite guys in after a date?"

"Only the hot ones that I can't stop lookin' at."

His eyes darkened. He stepped forward without hesitation, closing the distance between you. His hands went to your hips, pulling you against him as his mouth found yours, rough, hungry, and entirely too much to handle all at once.

You kicked the door shut behind him and dragged him to your bed room, straddling him as he sits on the edge of your bed, your lips never parting. His tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

He turned, lifting you as if you weigh nothing as he lays you on the bed, but before he can undo your jeans you stop him.

"Wait...I—um...I'm on my period—"

"Okay. That's fine, if you're not comfortable with it, we won't do anything too much," Dean says, gently.

You nod and he presses his lips to yours again. You can feel him straining against his jeans, so you reach your hand between the two of you, palming him through his jeans.

"Fuck, sweetheart—" He hisses through gritted teeth.

"Is this okay?" You ask, your voice soft, as you begin to undo his belt.

"Yeah." He whispers against your lips, kissing you slowly.

He rolls you both so you're on top of him, you unbutton his jeans and slide the zipper down, tugging them gently to take out his, hard, leaking cock.

You lean down taking the tip of him in your mouth slowly, swirling your tongue around, getting a taste of him.

His hand finds your hair, not pulling, but just to grab onto something as you take him completely in your mouth, running your tongue over his slit as you come back up.

You spit down onto him before taking him back into your mouth, setting a steady pace.

"Fuck—" He groans, his hand tightening in your hair slightly as his hips buck up once, his cock hitting the back of your throat, but you keep going.

"Goddamn sweetheart, I ain't gonna last—"

You hum in response, the vibration making his hips buck up again, his hand tightening in your hair.

"Yeah, sweetheart, just like that—"

You feel him twitch in your mouth before warm white hot ropes of cum hit the back of your throat as you swallow it all down.

Dean lays there catching his breayh, "Fuck...that was..."

You chuckle as you move up to lay next to him.

He turns over to face you, "you're somethin' else sweetheart."

He leans in and presses his lips to yours again, shifting so he's on top of you as his tongue slides into your mouth again.

His one hand finds the headboard above you, his other reaching between the two of you, wrapping around himself as he jerks himself, his mouth never leaving yours.

The kiss was sloppy, hot, and wet as your tongues and teeth collided.

He groans into your mouth, pulling back slightly "M'gonna cum on you, that okay?"

You nod.

He let out a low sound, almost a growl as he kisses you again, his hand working himself faster.

You pull away, needing to catch your breath from the kiss, as his head falls back and he moans your name as he spills onto your stomach.

"Damn—" He says breathlessly with a soft chuckle, "Where the hell have you been all my life?"

You let out a breathy chuckle as he climbs off of you, moving to your bathroom to get something to clean you up.

Oh yeah, there definitely will be another date.

A/N: Wrote this quick and didn't edit it. But I hope it's good anyways!

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i love him so much

Jensen Ackles | Countdown Press Day, June 17, 2025

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18+ MDNI | thinking about how needy and touchy dom Dean gets when he wants to eat your pussy..

You’re laying in Dean's room, his head rests on your stomach, his large frame nestled between your thick thighs, as you slip your fingers thru his soft hair. His need to taste you grows with every touch, squeezing you as he pulled you tighter against him. “need to taste you so bad” he continues as his emerald eyes gaze deeply into yours.

You give him a lingering, approving glance while softly biting your lips as he slowly trails down your mound, his stubble rasping against your skin. The aroma of your arousal fills his nostrils, making his cock throb against the sheets. He couldn't believe how fucking wet you were, how eagerly your greedy little cunt was about to leak all over his face.

As he lowers himself, he gasps at the sight in front him. You’re in nothing but a t-shirt, pussy glistening for him. As you wait for his next move. Dean abruptly licks a long, slow stripe up your slit, savoring the taste of your arousal on his tongue. He swirls his tongue around your clit, as you grip his soft hair in your hands.

Then suddenly, he jerks back just enough to lock eyes with you, a dark, twisted grin playing on his lips—before spitting on your clit without a word. You gasp at the sudden sensation, a sharp cry escaping your lips as he resumes without hesitation.

"You love having your pussy eaten, don't you, baby? Love feeling my tongue sliding deep in your tight little fuckhole?" Dean purred, his breath hot against your slick folds. "I bet you'd let me eat this pretty cunt anytime, anywhere. Even if i layed you out in the middle of the bunker where anyone could see us, I know you'd spread your legs for me and let me bury my face in your pussy." You nod and whimper in agreement, legs shaky at the mixture of sensation and filthy words coming out of deans mouth. "Look at you, baby. So fucking desperate for my tongue. You’re just as needy as I am to devour this creamy pussy." Dean growled, continuing to suck your clit between his lips and lashing it with his tongue. “Feel good sweet girl? Yeahh bet it does."

He could feel your thighs trembling around his ears, hear the needy little whimpers and moans spilling from your lips as he continues. The sounds spurred him on, making him double his efforts to drive you crazy, spitting on your pussy, fucking your hole with his tongue and making you come undone. Showing you how desperate he really is for you.

"You're mine. This perfect tight hole... it's all mine. And I'm gonna spend the rest of my life worshipping every inch of you. Gonna make you cum on my cock and my tongue until you can't fucking see straight, You want that sweetheart?"

Dean vowed, his voice rough with desire. You look down at Dean slightly nodding in approval. “Cmon sweetheart, need to hear more. Wanna hear how bad you need my cock sliding in and out of you..” he says rubbing up and down your thighs. “Fuck Dean I need to feel you please” you say in desperation. He could feel his need growing, his balls aching with the urge to fill you up. “That’s my girl”. He smirks leaning off your thighs to unbuckle his belt as you lean back waiting for his next move.

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Guardian Angel?

Pairing: Castiel x F!Reader

Summary: After you almost die in a car accident, your guardian angel, Castiel, saves you, even though he wasn't supposed to, he couldn't help it.

Warnings: mdni 18+. smut. p in v (unprotected). oral (f receiving). dom!cas. orgasm denial.

A/N: For my friend who I promised I'd make a Cas fic for.

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The truck came out of nowhere.

Just a loud screech, a deafening horn, blinding lights—and then, nothing but darkness.

But then you woke up in your bed at home, as if the crash had never happened.

You gasped and shot upright, your sheets tangled around your legs. A trembling hand pressed to your chest.

Morning light slipped through the curtains, warm and golden. Your body was intact. No pain. No blood. No glass in your skin. You blinked.

Was it a dream? It had to be…

You swung your legs off the bed, your feet hitting the floor with a soft thud, and pushed yourself up. You expected pain. Or to be dead.

Then you heard a flutter of wings behind you.

Standing at the foot of your bed—trench coat, tousled hair, those impossibly blue eyes that seemed to see right through you—Castiel.

“Cas—” you whispered. “Did you—”

“I saved you, yes,” he said, taking a step closer.

“You died, and I—” He paused, taking your hand. “I couldn’t let that happen."

“But if I was supposed to die…” you whispered, but he cut you off.

“I was not letting that happen.”

“You saved me.” You stepped closer. “Why?”

His voice was rough. “Because I need you."

His eyes shifted—still full of care, but now with a hint of lust.

“I shouldn’t want this. Want you like this. But I do. I need you.”

“You have me,” you whispered.

His lips crashed against yours, hungry and dominant. His hands slid into your hair, gripping just tight enough to draw a gasp from your mouth. He swallowed it, deepening the kiss, his tongue sweeping past your lips, tangling with yours.

You barely had time to breathe before you felt yourself pressed against the wall, his trench coat falling to the floor. Your shirt was yanked over your head, pants and panties quickly following as he pulled them down with ease.

“Cas—”

“Shh,” he growled against your skin. “Let me take care of you.”

He sank to his knees, hands gripping your thighs like a man starved. And maybe he had been—after all, angels don’t typically do this.

He kissed down your thighs before lifting one leg over his shoulder. His tongue dragged slowly up your slit, then back down, teasing your clit in slow, agonizing circles. You moaned, fingers threading through his hair.

But every time you got close—every time you teetered on the edge—he pulled back.

“Cas… please—” you whined softly.

“Not yet,” he said, his voice commanding. “You don’t cum until I say.”

He stood, slowly unbuckling his belt. “On the bed. Now. Legs apart.”

You didn’t hesitate, laying down just as he asked.

“Good girl.” He approached the bed, tugging his pants down to reveal his hard, leaking cock.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, trailing a hand down your side.

You nodded without hesitation. “Yes.”

“Stay still for me, angel.” He slid inside you slowly, a guttural sound escaping his throat as he stretched you open.

“Fuck, Cas—” you gasped, your nails digging into his back. So full. So perfect.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck. “You’re mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Cas.”

He began to move, thrusts hard and deep. He pinned your wrists above your head, taking full control—every stroke hitting that sweet spot inside you.

But still, he wouldn’t let you come.

Each time your walls fluttered, each time you clenched around him, he slowed. Ground his hips in tight, teasing circles. Whispered filthy things in your ear that made you beg.

“Please, Castiel. Let me… let me cum—”

“Not yet,” he said again, panting now, barely in control. “You’ll cum when I cum. You’ll feel me fill you and fall apart at the same time. Do you understand?”

You nodded frantically. “Yes… yes… please—”

He slammed into you harder now, thrusts erratic, desperate.

And when he finally gave the order—

“Now. Cum. Now.”

—You shattered.

Your orgasm ripped through you like a wave, your body trembling violently beneath him. Castiel groaned, burying himself deep as he spilled inside you, his whole body shuddering.

You lay together in silence, tangled and sweating, his arms wrapped around you like he’d never let go.

He kissed your shoulder, voice low and soft. “You weren’t meant to die,” he whispered. “But maybe… I wasn’t meant to be just your guardian angel either.”

A/N: I don't really write Cas so hope this was good lol @cas-is-my-angel7

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HE LOOKS SO FINEEE

Jensen Ackles at Prime Video's "Countdown" Los Angeles premiere held at the Harmony Gold Theater on June 18, 2025 in Los Angeles, California. 

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aghhh i can't wait for countdown!!

so much jensen content lately, i'm so happy

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OH MY HEART🥹 Thank you for this eeeek I love it

Disney and a Soldier

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Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader (wife), their child, Lily

Warnings: a little angst, but a sweet fluffy story

A/N: Just a story idea given to me by a friend. I haven’t written in so long, so trying to start back up. I hope you like this.

This story follows Ben and his wife taking their daughter to Disney and Ben is definitely not feeling the trip, but his gruffness starts to chip away as he watches his daughter. 

I do not own the rights to Soldier Boy’s character. This is a work of fiction and all work is my own.  

Minors DNI 18+

"Disney World," Ben grumbled, the words tasting like sawdust in his mouth. He ran a hand over his neatly cropped hair, a familiar gesture of exasperation. Their five-year-old, Lily, oblivious to her father’s protests, was bouncing on the balls of her feet, a well-loved Minnie Mouse doll clutched in her hand. "Minnie will be there, Daddy! And princesses!"

Y/N offered Ben a patient smile. "It's for her, Ben. Think of the memories."

"Memories of waiting in line for an hour to see a guy in a giant mouse suit?" he countered, gesturing vaguely towards the living room where their suitcases sat half-packed. "And for what? To be jostled, sweating, and spending our retirement fund on overpriced trinkets? We could take her camping. See some real nature."

His idea of a good time often involved quiet forests, meticulously packed gear, and a clear objective. Disney World, with its vibrant chaos and endless lines, felt like the antithesis of everything he understood. It wasn't a mission to be accomplished, it was just... a waste of time. Y/N simply shook her head, already imagining Lily's face when she first saw Cinderella’s Castle. She knew, deep down, that despite his grumbles, Ben wouldn't truly stand in the way of their daughter's dream. Or so she thought.

Later that evening, after Lily was tucked into bed, dreaming of castles and talking mice, the grumbling escalated into something more serious. Y/N found Ben in the kitchen, nursing a glass of whiskey, a tight line to his jaw.

"Look, about this trip, Y/N," he started, his voice low, "I've been thinking."

"Thinking what, Ben? That we're not going?" Y/N’s voice had a dangerous edge. They'd discussed this for months. Lily had talked about nothing else.

"Exactly," he stated, planting his feet. "My leave time is precious. We've got missions, new protocols, and frankly, my time is better spent at Vought Tower, dealing with rogue superheroes, not being held hostage by magical princesses and overpriced food. This is a waste of money, a waste of time, and honestly, a waste of my patience."

Y/N stared at him, disbelief battling with rising anger. "A waste of patience? Ben, this is about Lily! It’s about giving our daughter a magical experience she'll remember forever. You really think your 'Vought Tower' missions are more important than that?"

He met her gaze, unyielding. "My job is about order, about keeping things contained. Disney World is the exact opposite of that. It’s chaos in a cheerful wrapper. I’m not going, Y/N. You and Lily can go."

The silence in the kitchen was thick, broken only by the hum of the refrigerator. Y/N crossed her arms, her earlier patience completely evaporated. This wasn't just grumbling anymore; this was a line drawn in the sand.

The silence that night was a heavy blanket between them. Y/N tossed and turned, the familiar comfort of Ben's presence beside her replaced by a palpable distance. When the alarm finally buzzed, she was already up, moving through the quiet house, her anger from the night before now a dull ache of disappointment. She folded Lily's sparkly dresses and her own vacation clothes into the suitcases, a knot tightening in her stomach with each item. Could she really do this alone? Did she want to?

The scent of coffee brewing pulled her back to reality. Ben appeared in the kitchen doorway, already dressed in his crisp Soldier Boy uniform – the same uniform that represented the order and duty he championed over fairy dust and parades. His presence, usually a source of strength, felt like a stark reminder of his refusal and rejection.

Her gaze landed on him, and without warning, her vision blurred. Tears welled, hot and stinging. "So," she whispered, her voice barely a breath, "you're really not going?"

He met her eyes, his expression unreadable, though perhaps a flicker of something, guilt or regret, passed through them. "No," he said, his voice firm, unwavering.

Y/N closed her eyes for a moment, swallowing hard. "Okay," she murmured, turning back to the luggage, a single tear tracing a path down her cheek. The dream of their family trip felt deflated, a beautiful balloon that had lost its air.

Just then, the sound of small footsteps pattered down the hall. Lily, freshly woken, burst into the kitchen, her eyes wide with uncontainable excitement. "Mommy! Daddy! Are we going to see Mickey today?" She paused, her bright smile faltering as she took in her father, dressed for work, not for a magical adventure. Her brow furrowed, and her lower lip began to tremble. "Daddy... you're not going?"

The pure, unadulterated heartbreak on Lily’s face was a punch to Ben’s gut. The crumpled joy, the sudden, overwhelming disappointment in her big, innocent eyes – it was more potent than any rogue superhero threat, more disarming than any chaos he'd ever encountered. The fortifications he'd built around his "waste of time" arguments crumbled in an instant.

He looked from Lily's tear-filled eyes to Y/N's resigned expression. The "waste of time" suddenly felt like the most important use of his time imaginable.

He knelt, pulling Lily into a hug. "No, sweet pea," he murmured into her hair, his voice rougher than usual. "Daddy's going. Daddy's definitely going." He glanced over Lily's head at Y/N, a silent apology in his eyes.

A small gasp escaped Y/N's lips, quickly followed by a watery smile. Lily pulled back, her face instantly transformed by a radiant, beaming grin. "Really? We're all going?"

"All of us," Ben confirmed, standing up. "Now, where's my comfortable travel gear? And point me towards the biggest suitcase. We've got a mission to pack for." Lily squealed in delight and threw her arms around his neck.

The tension in the kitchen evaporated, replaced by a flurry of relieved activity. In short order, the final bags were zipped, the last-minute snacks grabbed, and the family was out the door, Ben now leading the charge towards the airport, a faint, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. The "waste of time" had become a critical objective.

The airport, usually a vortex of predictable chaos that Ben found manageable, now felt different. He still moved with an almost military efficiency, navigating security and finding their gate with practiced ease. But this time, his hand wasn't just in Lily's to guide her; it was a firm, protective clasp around her small hand, pulling her gently through the crowds. When they finally reached the gate, he didn't just sit; he held Lily close in his lap, letting her point out the planes through the large windows, answering her endless stream of "why" questions with surprising patience. Y/N watched him, a quiet warmth spreading through her chest. This mission, it seemed, already had a positive impact on the soldier boy.

Boarding the plane, Lily's excitement vibrated through the cabin. She pressed her face against the window as they taxied, gasping at the tiny cars and buildings below. "We're flying, Mommy! Daddy, we're flying to Mickey!"

Y/N reached for Ben's hand, and he laced his fingers through hers, a small, comforting squeeze. The familiar touch, after the coldness of the night before, felt like sunshine breaking through clouds.

As the plane leveled off, soaring above the patchwork quilt of towns and fields, Ben leaned closer, his voice soft against the roar of the engines. "Y/N," he murmured, his gaze fixed on the clouds, "I'm sorry. Really. About last night. About... everything." He paused, looking at her then. "I was an idiot. You were right. This isn't about me or my need for order. It's about her." He nodded towards Lily, who was now drawing imaginary castles on the foggy windowpane. "And I promise. From here on out, I'm all in. No more grumbling. No more 'waste of time.' Just... the mission."

A tear, this time of pure relief and affection, pricked at Y/N's eyes. She squeezed his hand back. "Thank you, Ben," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. The flight suddenly felt lighter, filled with a renewed sense of purpose and, dare she admit it, magic.

Stepping off the plane in Orlando, Lily was instantly transported. The airport itself, usually a drab transit hub, felt like the antechamber to a grand adventure. Bright, cheerful decorations hung from the ceilings, and the air hummed with an infectious energy. Lily's big green eyes, already shining with anticipation, grew wide as saucers. A soft gasp left her lips, and a smile, pure and unadulterated, spread across her face, reflecting the magic she already sensed all around them. She clutched her Minnie Mouse doll tighter, as if needing a tangible connection to this unfolding dream.

Stepping off the shuttle at Magic Kingdom, Lily was instantly transported. The air hummed with a different kind of magic here, infused with the scent of popcorn and the faint, joyful strains of parade music. Her big green eyes, already shining with anticipation, grew wide as saucers, taking in every shimmering detail. A soft gasp escaped her lips the moment Cinderella’s Castle came into full view, an impossible, gleaming spire under the Florida sun. She pointed, her arm outstretched, words failing her as she simply radiated awe.

Ben, however, felt a different kind of energy. The sheer volume of people was staggering – a swirling, pushing mass that seemed to defy all logic and order. The humid air pressed in, making his shirt cling uncomfortably. He felt the familiar prickle of irritation begin to surface as families veered abruptly, strollers became hazards, and people seemed determined to cut off their path. He tried to suppress it, remembering his promise on the plane, but his soldier's instincts screamed at the inefficiency, the chaos. He kept a hand around Lily, trying to shield her and carry her, his jaw tightening almost imperceptibly.

Then, it happened. A rogue stroller, piloted by an overly ambitious parent, swerved directly into his path, its wheel catching his ankle with a sharp thud. Ben hissed, stumbling back a step, and the carefully constructed wall around his irritation shattered. "Are you kidding me?" he muttered, eyes narrowing, ready to unleash a carefully worded, yet scathing, remark about spatial awareness.

But before the words could fully form, a small, choked sob cut through the noise. Lily, overwhelmed by the sudden jolt and her father's abrupt anger, crumpled against his chest, her face scrunching up as tears welled in her wide green eyes. "Daddy?" she whimpered, her tiny voice lost amidst the crowd noise.

A sudden, sharp pang of guilt shot through Ben, colder and more potent than any irritation. Her tears, born of his own momentary lapse, were a direct hit to his core. This wasn't a battlefield; this was his daughter's magical day. He looked at her trembling lip, the joy from moments ago utterly eclipsed by fear.

Without a second thought, the grumbling soldier vanished, replaced by the loving father. Ben quickly pulled Lily tighter into his arms, settling her against his chest. "Hey, hey, sweet pea, I'm sorry. Daddy's okay. No more grump," he murmured, his voice softening. He looked over her head at Y/N, a silent apology in his gaze.

"Dumbo?" he asked Lily, spotting the iconic, soaring elephants in the distance. "Want to go on Dumbo?"

Lily sniffled, her tears already beginning to recede as her gaze followed his. "Dumbo?" she repeated, a tentative smile peeking through.

"Yes, Dumbo," Ben confirmed, striding purposefully towards the ride, no longer seeing the crowds as obstacles but merely as background noise to their new mission. Soon, they were seated in their colorful elephant, Lily's tiny hand clutched securely in his. As they began to ascend, higher and higher, her soft giggles filled the air, a sound more precious than any medal. Ben looked at her, truly looked at the unadulterated joy on her face, and felt something inside him finally unknot. This wasn't a waste of time at all. This was everything.

From that moment on Dumbo, something shifted in Ben. The military precision he usually applied to life began to loosen, giving way to a new kind of focus: his daughter's joy. The rest of the day unfolded in a kaleidoscope of bright colors, happy chaos, and pure, unadulterated childhood delight.

There were giggles that echoed through the Haunted Mansion, hushed whispers during the Little Mermaid ride, and the sticky sweetness of melting ice cream that coated Lily's hands and, inevitably, Ben's shirt. He found himself not just enduring the character meet-and-greets but actively participating, squatting down for pictures with Princess Tiana with a surprisingly genuine smile, and even doing a playful little jig when Lily insisted he dance with Mickey and Minnie. The crowds still swirled, and the heat still lingered, but Ben no longer saw them as annoyances to be combated. They were merely the backdrop to the precious moments unfolding right in front of him. He became adept at navigating the throngs, but now it was to ensure Lily got the best view, or to quickly grab a water bottle for Y/N.

As night fell, blanketing Magic Kingdom in a soft, twinkling glow, the atmosphere transformed. Lily, despite the long day, found a fresh surge of energy for the parade. Ben, without a moment's hesitation, lifted her onto his shoulders, giving her a privileged view above the bobbing heads. Her green eyes, wide with wonder, reflected the vibrant floats and glittering lights, and a radiant smile stretched across her face, mirroring the joy in her father's heart. He felt the light weight of her in his arms, her small hands clutching his hair, and understood. This wasn't a waste of time. This was everything.

When the last float passed and the final burst of fireworks lit up the night sky in a grand, sparkling crescendo, Ben gently lowered a now sleeping Lily from his shoulders. He gathered her into his arms, her head nestled against his chest, her soft breaths a rhythm of contentment. As he walked alongside Y/N, making their way slowly out of the park, the earlier grumbling, the resistance, the arguments, all felt like distant echoes from another lifetime. He looked down at his daughter, then over at Y/N, a quiet understanding passing between them. The mission had been accomplished, far beyond any military objective. It was magical.

The rhythmic hum of the bus carried them back to their resort, a quiet counterpoint to the day's earlier cacophony. Lily, a warm, heavy bundle in Ben's arms, was deep in a dream, her small hand still clutching the ears of her Mickey Mouse headband. The vibrant lights of the park receded behind them, replaced by the hushed glow of the resort's pathways.

As they walked towards their room, the late-night air cool on their faces, Y/N leaned her head against Ben's shoulder. "She had an amazing time," she whispered, her voice thick with contentment.

Ben shifted Lily, nestling her closer. "Yeah," he murmured, a soft smile on his face. "She really did." He looked down at his daughter, then back at Y/N. "You were right. About all of it."

Y/N chuckled softly. "Even about the overpriced churros?"

"Okay, maybe not all of it," he conceded, a faint hint of his old grumble, but this time, it was laced with affection. "But... seeing her face. Especially on Dumbo, and then at the fireworks..." He trailed off, the images replaying in his mind. The sheer, unadulterated joy on Lily's face had been a powerful, disarming force. It had cut through his cynicism, his need for order, and reminded him of something far more important than any strategic objective.

"It wasn't a waste of time, was it?" Y/N asked, not truly a question, but a shared observation.

Ben shook his head. "No," he said, his voice firm and certain. "It was... a mission. A good one." He thought about the crowds, the heat, the constant sensory overload. He should have hated it. But holding Lily on his shoulders, feeling her little hands in his as she laughed, seeing the genuine awe in her eyes – that was a victory more profound than any he'd achieved in uniform.

They reached their room, and Ben carefully laid Lily in her bed, gently pulling the blanket over her. As he straightened, he looked at Y/N, a quiet understanding passing between them. Ben pulled Y/N close and kissed her lips, “I love you, Y/N.” She smiled, “I love you too, Ben.”

This trip, born from a disagreement and undertaken with reluctance, had unexpectedly forged new, precious memories. It had been more than just an amusement park visit; it had been a testament to the quiet power of a child's joy to transform even the most steadfast soldier's heart. Tomorrow, they would head home, but the magic, the giggles, and the quiet understanding forged in the heart of the "chaos" would definitely be coming with them.

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HAPPY FATHER’S DAY, JENSEN

PAIRING : jensen ackles x fem!reader

SUMMARY : it’s father’s day and one of his “gifts” gets it’s own surprise

WARNINGS : fluff. love. established relationship. oral (male receiving.) smut. strong language. slight daddy!kink. daddy!jensen. surprises. caught in the act.

A/N: i was laying in bed this morning, day dreaming as usual and this one shot came to mind. despite all my plans i had, i had to make sure i put this out today. hope y’all enjoy 😉😆 happy father’s day zaddy.

It was Father’s Day. A day Jensen rarely got to spend with his kids. As fate would have it, he finished his scenes for Soldier Boy last week, so he came to Connecticut to spend his free time with you and the kids before leaving for L.A. next week. The house was eerily still, something neither Jensen nor you were used to after the children arrived a few days ago. Their inner alarm wakes them up no later than 8 a.m.

Your eyes flutter open, sleep clouding your vision, but the brightness of the digital alarm clock on the nightstand displayed 9:52. I should go check on them, you thought. As you stir, Jensen pulls you tighter into his naked chest. His warmth convinces you to stay just a little longer. You sink back into his embrace, enjoying the rare moment. Eh, they’re fine.

After a few minutes, when consciousness pulls your soul from the deep slumber that engulfed you moments ago, you slowly turn in his strong, muscular arms. You press your face against his lean chest and listen to the steady drum of his heart. It alone could’ve lulled you back to sleep but your lustful thoughts kept you in this realm. You weren’t complaining and you knew Jensen wouldn’t be either. A devilish smirk graced your lips before you pressed them against his left pec. You trail hot kisses upwards, earning a quiet moan when you kiss just under his ear. He was up and you felt his excitement begin to flourish.

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy,” you whisper seductively.

“Mm, thank you, sweetheart.”

You kiss his sharp jawline until you reach his luscious lips. Despite sleep still invading his senses, he’s quick to devour you. His mouth opens and so does yours, your tongues dancing together in perfect rhythms. His hand runs through your hair, pushing it away from your face. With all your might, you roll both of you over so he’s lying on his back with you on top. Your hips grind against his growing member, and you each moan into the kiss.

With difficulty, you break away. You pant heavily, trying to inhale the air your bodies had expelled while making out. Remembering the time, you figure you'll give him the first of his many presents for today before you join the kids. You trail sloppy kisses down his chest, past his abdomen, and above his boxers. Jensen sits up, his back against the headboard, so he can watch you work.

Your mouth opens, eager to take him in. He shoves the covers past his knees, just as impatient. You free his aching cock from his briefs and without hesitation, you wrap your plump lips around his flushed tip. He sucks in a breath and his hand flies to your hair on instinct. You slowly take him deeper, inch by inch.

It had taken some practice, which you both enjoyed, to train your throat to accept his girthy length. Now here you were, with your nose against his base, taking him fully. You pull back, swirling your tongue around his bellend before inserting the tip of your tongue inside his tiny hole. He tugs on your hair and bucks his hips. You know he wants more.

Jensen sinks back into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with ease. Your cheeks hollow as you retract, sucking harder with each bob. He throws his head back, the veins in his neck protruding as he gets closer to his high. Your name falls from his lips like a prayer, encouraging you to work harder, faster, better. A string of curses leaves his perfect mouth, followed by breathy moans and guttural groans.

“Fuck, princess, I’m almost there…Keep going…Just like that.”

You moan in response, your jaw aching with how wide you’ve had to open. It was worth it. Feeling him squirm underneath you was everything. He’s your everything. After all, you want his kids one way or another.

“Oh, fuck, baby, I’m gonna come.”

You feel him tense, his dick twitching deep in your throat. He moans loudly and hot squirts of cum spray down your esophagus. Suddenly, you hear the small humans yelling outside your door. The next moment, they push it open, barely giving Jensen enough time to toss the duvet over you. Fuck!!!

“Happy Father’s Day, Daddy!” The kids shout as they run in.

You panic, eyes wide as he continues to spill into your mouth. Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! Your heart hammers against your ribcage. If you move, they’ll see you and question you. But if you don’t move, they might find you. There was no winning in this situation.

“What’s wrong?” Zeppelin asks.

His voice is strained as he responds, “Nothing, buddy. Just got a cramp, is all.”

“Where’s Y/N?” JJ questions.

Jensen takes a second, steadying his breathing then says, “She’s hiding. Why don’t you guys go find her?”

“Daddy, what’s that lump in your bed?” Arrow observes and you can hear her feet patter on the floor as she walks closer.

FUCK!

With haste, you release his limp member from the depths of your mouth, swallow his salty load, and stuff him back in his boxers. You rise from the bed, the blanket falling around your figure, surprising the children.

Trying to play it off, you cheer, “You found me!”

“I knew it!” Arrow smiles.

“You’re so smart. Why don’t we go make Daddy some breakfast?”

“First one in the kitchen gets to be my favorite.” Jensen challenges.

They bolt out of your shared room, arguing over who’ll win.

“Oh my fucking—“

“Yeah.” You slump against your spouse, your heart racing as if you just finished a 5k.

“We need to start locking that door.” Jensen breathes.

“I couldn’t agree more.”

His large hand cups your jaw, his thumb stroking your flushed cheek. “God, I love you.”

“I love you.”

Jensen leans in and so do you, sharing the perfect chaste kiss.

“Daddy! We’re waiting!”

He slaps your ass, squeezing just momentarily, before lifting you both off the bed. “All right, all right. I’m coming!”

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[kamisobsessed]

guys i hate to be the bearer of bad news but it's easy to tell when something is AI written.

not calling anyone out personally as that's disrespectful, but it's so important to realise how damaging AI-stories are to others and yourself!

i totally understand if you need AI just to get some ideas on what to write, like getting some inspirational prompts or a basic plot-line for a story you've thought about writing but don't know where to start. i totally get that as writing can be suuuper complicated, especially when your brain just doesn't want to...brain. and sometimes, AI can be handy in these cases.

but to copy and paste a whole story from AI and post it here as if you'd written it? oh baby nooooo.

you have no idea how much better you are than AI! stories are meant to be raw and messy and challenging because that's what it means to be human, and it's evidenced in the way we write!

as humans, we were not created to write perfect, zero-mistakes, inauthentic pieces of storytelling because that's robotic; that's what AI is.

while AI excels in it's pacing and grammar and, all in all, the story, it misses one major thing: emotion.

emotion is so evidenced when we write because that's what human writing is based on! whether it be something angsty or fluffy or smut because we were feeling a bit shitty, or happy, or - god forbid - horny. when we write, it's our emotions that make the best of our stories!

which is why AI is so easy to capture, because there's no love put into it, and it's too perfect. i would rather someone's writing be a little messy than AI-written, because it means the author has given it a go and tried their best- that's what art and creation is all about!

and trust, you will feel so much better knowing you were able to complete a story written all by yourself, like how cool is that?!

please don't let AI make stories for you, i would so rather you do it than a stupid robot.

mwah xx

(i've only tagged media that i read and am apart of so if you want to help spread more awareness, please do reblog and tag other fandoms! xoxo)

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━ bed chem (18+)

( tim bradford x girl!reader )

SUMMARY: turns out you and the hot guy across the bar have really good bed chem. MISSY'S NOTES: UH OH LOOK WHO'S BACK!!! guys i am SO excited to share this fic with you because it's my first ever collab fic AHH!! i was blessed to work on this with my bby @simplyhale so we hope you enjoy this!! miss maddie did all the fluff, and of course i did the smut hehe. INCLUDES: swearing, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap that willy!), hookup, divorced!grumpy tim, flirting, dirty talk, praise, petnames, cowgirl (YEEHAWW), missionary WORDS: 4.7K

❝ who's the cute guy with the wide blue eyes

and the big bad mm? ❞

Tim Bradford isn't an easy man to cheer up. 

Most know by now just to not bother him, allowing Tim to take it into his own hands with how he’s always done it; getting over it by not caring about it, or pushing it to the deepest part of himself possible. 

And in almost every case, it was the latter. 

But now, there is currently a third option that is making its way to him.

Lately, Lucy and Angela had been noticing Tim’s extra grumpiness, and after much going back and forth - and the fact that Nyla had searched it up - they came to the conclusion that it was the year anniversary of his divorce getting finalised. 

So, the two rounded up anyone they could and decided that what Tim needed was a night out at the bar.

Lucy is starting to worry that this actually is a bad idea. 

Maybe he isn’t ready yet, maybe he doesn’t like all the new attention either- Tim never truly likes a lot of attention on him, but damn, he’s especially quiet tonight. 

“Do you think he hates this?” 

Bailey, Angela, and Nyla heads turn to where Lucy’s big worried eyes are looking- a small seat away is Tim nursing a mid-strength beer in front of him, people-watching, of course.

“He seems like his normal self,” Angela waves her hand as she takes a sip of her drink. 

“He’s been on the same beer for the past thirty minutes.” Lucy tries to clarify, only to huff when Nyla just shrugs her shoulders, clearly not thinking too much into it. 

Bailey places her hand onto Lucy's shoulder, “If you’re worried about him then go ask him. If he wants to leave then let him. Don’t overthink it.” She explains, a reassuring smile planted on her face before she goes over to where both John and Wesley are throwing darts.

Picking up her drink, Lucy takes a long sip out of it, trying to buy enough time to fully work herself up before poking the bear.

“Hey Tim!” She slides into the empty seat next to him, not even getting a glance. “Look, if you aren’t having a good time you can leave. I- well, me and Angela…no, I roped her into this.” She shakes her head. “What I mean is we all know what today is, and just thought that maybe you would want a night out…” She draws out her last word at the realization that he isn’t paying any type of attention. Her words quite literally are going through one ear and out the other.

Following where he is currently staring is a duo on the other side of the bar, glancing back at him to see that he’s mindlessly tapping the bartop—keeping his eyes steady on you. 

She knows it’s you because when you take down your hair, slipping the black hair tie around your wrist, he stops tapping the bar and hitches his breath—almost as if he’s putting all his concentration onto you and you alone.

“Or…is it because you want to leave the bar with the hottie in the sheer dress?”

“What?” His head practically snaps towards her at the mere mention of you, the tips of his ear starting to redden.

Lucy presses her lips together, trying and failing at hiding her smile, excited to see she was wrong and he is actually moving on. “Why don’t you go and talk to her? Maybe give her your number and see what happens?”

Tim thinks about her words, looking back over to where you’re now laughing at something your friend had told you, now secretly hoping that it’s him making you laugh just to see you smile like that again; the type that reaches the corner of your eyes. 

But…maybe he doesn’t deserve to hear your laugh, to be the reason for your wide smile. Maybe he actually isn’t supposed to move on now. He could now go at least a few months without thinking about his failed attempt at a marriage, but with that crash and burn of a relationship what’s to say that his next one wouldn’t end up the same way? 

The only question is…how long would it take before it would happen? 

He couldn’t do that to you- bring you into a cluster fuck you never even knew had happened to begin with.

“I’m gonna give her your number!” This sentence, plus the sight of Lucy hopping off the stool and strolling towards you, nearly sends Tim into cardiac arrest. 

“Don’t you da—” 

Though it’s too late, because Lucy is long gone, and she watches your friend lean in towards you before walking off in the direction of the bathrooms. 

Now’s her moment to play matchmaker. 

Smiling sweetly as she takes your friend's place, earning back from you as you tilt your head curiously towards her. “Uhm, hi! My friend over there was too nervous to actually come up and talk to you. So here I am!”

You slowly turn your gaze to a very flushed Tim, who is giving a panic death glare mix towards Lucy. But, once he realises your eyes have landed on him, he smiles like an idiot, giving a small nod. 

He quickly knits his brows together, why did he do that? 

You chuckle lightly, quickly scrunching up your nose before turning your attention back to Lucy who is, once again, failing at hiding her excitement. “And I take it that you want me to write down my number?”

She nods her head, shifting her weight onto her other leg, “Yes — if you’re okay with that. I can promise you that he isn’t a creep. He's more like a…big softie.”

You laugh at her words, staring at her for a moment. 

You can’t explain why you know to trust her, but you feel deep in your bones that she’s right. No red flag is being shown to you at this moment.

Besides, if anything bad were to happen, you’ll just block him and be done with it.

Reaching over the bar, you take one of the white paper napkins along with a discarded pen, writing your name down followed by your number. 

Once you finish the small love heart written next to the last digit, you hand it to Lucy and watch as she practically skips back towards Tim's direction. 

Dropping the pen back behind the bar, you fiddle with your neck lace, awaiting for your friend to come back. 

That’s when your phone buzzes, face down on the counter top. 

You halt, somewhat hoping it’s the guy that you’ve just given your number to. 

Only, you’re met with disappointment when you realise it’s your friend. 

BESTIE XO: hey girl! so sorry to cut our night short but i’m gonna head home BESTIE XO: just got a bad wave of cramps :(

You respond to her, telling her to let you know when she made it home.

Wait, a minute-

Why are you so disappointed it isn’t the random man you haven’t even said a single word to?

Placing your phone back onto the counter face down - the photo of your cat shining through your clear case - you begin to reach for your glass, but your attention is brought back to your phone as it buzzes again. 

And again-

-And again. 

You nearly choke at what you think is your friend- is she okay?

However, you’re proven wrong.

UNKNOWN: Hey this is Tim, was wondering if I could buy you a drink? UNKNOWN: No pressure, just some casual penetration UNKNOWN: … UNKNOWN: CONVERSATION! Fuckk I meant conversation

Pressing your lips together, you smile at yourself before replying.

YOU: Auto correct really knows how to make a penetration interesting…

Looking over at him, you watch as his expression grows from furrowed brows (had he made the wrong impression?), to his face lighting up just as your response comes through. And his smile only grows with each word he reads of your message, laughing and shaking his head lightly.

In that moment you know you have your claws in him, and when he glances up at you just in time for you to send a wink his way, well, that’s all the motivation he needs to get out of his chair. 

Watching him- Tim make his way from the opposite end of the bar all the way around to the spot next to you, you quickly down the last remaining sip in your glass as you rest your elbow on the counter. Using it to prop your face up. 

“I have to say that was a great first impression!” You shout over the music.

He laughs with a small shake of his head, “Yeah, I only use those on the special ones.”

Raising your brows, you tilt your head, “Oh, so I’m special?” 

His brows knitted before leaning in towards you, clearly not hearing what you had said. So you repeat yourself, which, in return, you receive the sound of his laughter again.

That laugh causes your stomach to flutter and your mind to race with thoughts that would make the devil blush. 

Looking around, you notice that almost two bus loads of people have funneled into the bar. Along with their chattering and music, there isn’t any way for you two to have a proper conversation- you know, the respectful ‘let’s get to know each other!’ before you climb into his bed. 

“Do you wanna go somewhere quieter?” 

Tim nearly breaks his neck from how fast he nods at you, mumbling over different ‘yes’s’ and ‘yeah’s’. 

Getting up and making sure to grab your phone before taking his hand into yours, you lead him through the crowded room. Walking outside, you two pass the smoking zone into a more secluded section where not a hint of being can be seen. 

You rest against the wall, and Tim finds his place next to you.

“Your friend is nice.” You start, moving a piece of your hair away from your gloss-coated lips, “A little bold, but nice.”

Tim huffs a soft laugh before he scratches the back of his neck, “Ah, Lucy…yeah- look, she thought taking me out to his bar would help me feel better.”

“Was she right?” You tilt your head, angling on your side into the brick wall as you scan his face.

Tim does the same, taking a step close enough that his warmth breath mingles with yours. His eyes drop down to the concrete, thinking. And for a moment, you expect him to reply with a ‘yes’, but-

“I don’t know.” Tim starts low., “It’s been a year since my divorce and it’s been…weird getting back out there, I guess.” 

You don’t say anything, and he must notice your overt silence because he quickly interferes. 

“Not that I’m still in love with her! God, no-” He winces, waving his hand around, “Nothing like that. It’s not like I hate her either, I’m happy things are over be–”

“You haven't done anything with anyone since the divorce…have you?” 

For a second he shuts his mouth, only for Tim to press his lips together before nodding in defeat. “How’d you know?” 

You shrug, “You’ve got that look- like you’re still trying to figure life out again.” As if you’ve known the type of person he is, you quickly hold your hands up, “Before you get defensive at all, just know there’s no judgement from my end. You’re safe to talk to me.”

And Tim might just believe that.

He takes a moment, trying to pick the right words so as to not scare you off, even worse: say something that would turn you off. 

“I guess I just engulf myself fully into work.” He sighs, “That way I don’t have to deal with…everything.”

“What do you do?”

There was the question he knew would follow up with.

“LAPD.” He doesn’t take his eyes off you, reading you with such an intensity. 

It’s the type of answer that makes or breaks people, but seeing as your brows raise with a sense of excitement…mischievous, Tim might just be safe. 

“You know,” You start, unable to hide the smirk on your lips as you reach out and fondle with the hem of his shirt, “I’ve found that some secrets are better kept under lock and key.” Your voice is only a murmur, but looking up at him now, you can’t help but grin even wider as his skin - his stupidly beautiful skin - flushes.

Now he really trains on you, watching even the smallest of your movements- how you shift one foot from the other, even the hint of change to your breath. Even so he darts his focus down to your mouth as you lick your lips, then right back up to your wandering eyes.

So, you take another step up to him, getting a strong smell of his cologne, which might just knock you over with how strong it is- cedarwood, rosemary, musk. 

Reaching out for his hand, you slowly drag your nails up from his knuckles to his wrist, all the way towards his bicep. 

With your voice filled with lust, and lashes batting, you simply ask: “You wanna get out of here?” 

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By the time you’re halfway into the door, Tim’s already onto you. 

Not that you’re complaining or anything, it is what you wanted after all.

With a hand grasping your waist, he’s pulling you into a kiss so soft yet so hungry- an emotion Tim’s been longing to feel since…forever. And maybe it’s the gloss still tinting your lips, or perhaps it’s the lingering champagne too, but God, you taste so sweet.

Without leaving the warmth of the kiss, Tim shuts the front door behind him, followed by the click of the door’s lock. Reluctantly, he pulls away, “A drink?” He asks into the midst of another selfish peck.

You shake your head, your breath still heavy against his as you meet his very own baby blues, “Tim,” You cock your head to the side, “Do I look like I want a drink?”

He takes a second to induce what you’ve said, his attention trailing from the heave of your chest, to your quick breaths, and your eyes- so needy, so true.

Fuck, the way you’re looking at him is everything he didn’t know he needed, and he’s obsessed.

“No,” He chokes, though a smile curves the edges of his mouth before he’s grasping one of your hands into his own, guiding you through the warmth of his home. “Ignore the mess, wasn’t expecting company of any sorts.” He murmurs, a shy blush showcasing on the high points of his cheekbones.

But ironically, it isn’t even messy. In fact, this may just be the cleanest house owned by a man could ever be. Sure, the odd dog toy finds its place on the floorboards, but with how homely you feel - especially when you see the light blue throw draped over his navy couch as you walk past it - you can’t help but smile.

“Please,” You turn to face him, and move your hand to wrap it around his bicep just as he begins to open his bedroom door. “Your home is beautiful. And plus, I’m focusing on…” You eye him up and down, just to really get your point across, "something else, y’know?”

“Oh?” And his voice is so fucking soft and endearing even as he raises his eyebrows when he glances at you before inviting you into his personal space. “You might have to spell it out for me, darling- got no clue what you’re talking about.”

Of course he fucking does, even when your palm gently pushes Tim down onto his own bed, followed by the gentle song of your laughter, “You! Tim, fuck’s sakes.” You shake your head, bending down to press a kiss to the corner of his lips, "You’re nice to look at.”

And God damn, you aren’t wrong. Because by now, Tim’s widened his legs and he’s staring up at you with heavy eyes that are so inviting- and it would be incredibly rude to deny his offer.

Tim lets out a breathless chuckle as you take the leap when you hook one leg over his lap to sit on top of him and fuck, he’s comfortable. 

“Could say the same about you- that sheer dress is doing numbers on me.” He mutters, low and gravelly before reaching his right hand up to slide a single digit beneath one of your dress’ straps. 

The movement is tender- minimal, even, but oh, does it make you hitch your breath.

You peer down your body slowly, and a small smirk creeps up to your lips when you watch him do the same to the other neglected strap. Then, with a small grind onto the bulge Tim’s been fighting to keep sane for the last hour, you steer just a little closer to his face, “Take it off me?”

Tim wouldn’t have considered it a question, more like a demand than anything. But still, he lets out a shaky breath, “Fuck- yes, of course.” 

And he doesn’t waste a second before he’s guiding you to lay on the plushness of his mattress.

Sure, his bed is soft- but damn, was Tim softer. However, any thoughts are easy to fade away when he leans over you as he begins gliding your straps down with a touch so soothing yet blazing, and with every inch of skin exposed to Tim’s sore eyes, a wet kiss welcomes it.

Tim makes sure to look after you before he begins to undress himself- with an extra hand of care from you as well when he gives you the honours of unbuttoning his pants. Though you can’t stop yourself from halting in the motion of his zipper when you peer up just in time for Tim to tug his Henley over his shirt.

“Holy shit,” You breathe out, already feeling the pool of arousal soaking your thighs at the sight of his muscles flexing beneath the bedroom’s dim lamp, warming his skin to golden from where it stands in the corner. “Fuckin’ hell, Tim- you’re one handsome man.”

Fuck.

Something about you complimenting Tim with only a string of curse words is enough to make his neck redden. 

He doesn’t remember the last time he was admired like this. 

Of course, he knows he’s an attractive man; he’s worked his ass off to earn his toned physique and it’s evident in the stares and hushes of comments he’s received since the duration of being an officer.

But that genuine flush of adoration in your face is worth more than anything, and Tim knows from then on that you deserve the absolute world.

“Got nothin’ on you,” He gravelly replies back, biceps tensing as he finishes undressing himself, “Prettiest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen.”

And now it’s your time to blush heavily. Though, when you drag your eyes down from his baby blues, what may just be more intimidating than Tim’s words is his cock straining in his boxers. 

Jesus, it seems your manifestations that he's oversized worked well- too fucking well.

With your mouth hanging low and wide eyes gawking, an ego-boosted Tim takes advantage of your silence by leaning close enough to your space that he’s hovering just over your silky-soft skin. And as he helps to wrap your legs around his lower back, the delightfulness of your perfume aromatises Tim’s senses- and he can’t help but inhale just an extra couple of seconds than normal to intoxicate himself in it.

When an act so intimate like sex comes into play, everyone has their own different niches. And if there’s something you’ve easily noticed by now with Tim Bradford, it’s that he’s a sweet talker. So when he mutters, “This okay, pretty girl?” as he begins to glide himself inside of you, you can’t but let out a shaky giggle in the midst of your breathlessness.

He pauses inside you, meeting your eyes, “What?”

“You just-” You squeeze his shoulders, partially out of reassurance and also to help soothe the stretch down below, “-you talk so sweet when you’re literally about to fuck me. It’s cute.”

“Cute?” Tim angles his head to the side, slowly pushing into you deeper until he bottoms out, his cock twitching in delight at the sound of your hiccup when his hips meet yours. “What’s wrong with that? Can’t imagine speakin’ to you any other way.”

Your heart flutters, “Didn’t say there was anything wrong with it.” And you sneak a kiss onto the corner of his lips just as you tighten your hold on his shoulders. Then, you whisper: “I like it.”

You may just be the death of Tim; your voice, your comforting eyes, your wide smile, your fucking smell, and now the warmth of your pussy as you engulf him when he finally starts to grind himself back into you. 

“God damn, baby-” A small groan escapes Tim’s throat, perfectly in sync to the faint sound of your moan when he begins to set a rhythm- nothing rough or fast, just intimate and kind. Something worth taking his time with. Something he can really appreciate.

Both of your lips meet once again in the midst of the heated moment, though it’s less polite when you’re fighting against the friction of movement when Tim continues to slide himself inside your plush walls, along with the gasps that often leave your mouths when each thrust hits that perfect spot.

“Shit- Tim,” You mewl out when he leans down to your exposed neck, providing attention to it when he trails erratic kisses to your skin, never once missing a beat to his pace. “Are you…fuck- are you free next week?”

You can feel his laughter vibrating against your skin, followed by the actual deep, shaky noise itself when he lifts his head up to stare at you, “Y’wanna do this again with me?”

Oh, how his esteem has blossomed. 

You grin cheekily, breaths and fragrances mixing together when you pull his face closer by the swift tug of your hand to the nape of his neck. “Why not? I’m sensing our-” You gasp when he fucks into you, “-camaraderie is great.”

Tim huffs amusingly, placing his forehead on yours- just in time to groan when he fucking feels your arousal coating him, and the sound of squelching from below, “Friends fuck each other, hey?”

“Well, we gotta start somewhere...” A particularly deep thrust has your breath hitching. You pull back, allowing yourself to look up at his heavy-lidded eyes before you blink. 

“Will you let a friend ride you too?”

Tim would have come right then and there if it wasn’t for the American presidents he was listing in his head.

“God damn- be my guest, darling.” He groans loudly, pulling himself out from you before he’s turning the both of you around. And you don’t waste a second before you’re crawling on top of him, finding comfort once again on his lap. 

Tucking your feet beneath his thighs, you begin to align yourself with the tip of his cock to your entrance, and Tim murmurs something about how ‘you’re gonna be the death of him’.

Then, as you engulf him inch by inch, your fingers press into his chest with brows furrowing in pure delight at the new angle.

Tim squeezes your thighs, “There you go,” He whispers, watching you in fucking awe, “just like that, sweetheart.”

You start slow, much like his pace before- intimate and kind. And as you fill yourself with his cock, his hands move from your thighs to your ass as he helps guide you up and down on him. All the while, he’s whispering praises to you while he cants his head forward to kiss each hardened nipple with his wet mouth.

“Doing so well for me,” He murmurs against your skin when he feels you clench around him, and keeps one hand sturdy on the curve of your ass when his dominant fingers brush back to the front of your body. Then, with a suck on his thumb to gather saliva, Tim lowers his wet finger on your neglected clit.

The following sounds of your pleasure is like music to his ears when his thumb moves in circular motions.

“Tim…” You draw his name out in an aching moan, and it only encourages him to flick your clit more just as you drive yourself harder onto him. “So, so good- shit.”

“You got it,” Tim then rises his hips up to meet yours, beginning a pace faster than yours that it causes your breath to catch, your hands grasping his shoulders tightly as he fucks himself up into you with such an intensity that you can’t even speak, can’t even breathe.

So instead, you lean down to kiss him, all teeth and tongue as you two moan to each hard thrust- and when Tim fastens his thumb to your clit, that’s when you feel it.

You pull back, voice shaky as you peer down at him, “Oh, I’m so close-” An admittance that Tim is so fucking delighted to hear from your pretty, ruby lips that still glisten with mixed saliva.

“I know, baby-” Tim huffs, muscles tensing with every glide of his cock that is pounded into you, “-I got you. Come with me, sweet girl.” 

And he keeps his promise, because when the touch of his fingers on your aching clit mixes so perfectly to the gentle lowness of Tim’s voice, it’s enough to make you fall off the edge- and he falls with you. 

Your name slips from his mouth just as a long moan escapes you, a hot fever washing through your head just when you feel the hot spill of his seed inside you.

“Fuck- that’s it, sweetheart.” He groans out, his cock twitching against the slow roll of your hips as you both ride out your orgasms.

Long exhales fill the warm air as you two finally finish and you can’t help yourself when you collapse onto his chest with a long sigh. 

Amongst the heap of clothes scrambled across the carpet floor, and bedsheets ruffled, the both of you lay peacefully in the midst of it all- dripping in sweat and sex and you’re still inside of him.

But none of that matters, not when Tim is so grounding; with his chest broad and cozy, and his heart thumping in rhythm to yours as you both breathe in sync, it all feels too good to not let go.

“So,” You start once your breathing steadies, finally lifting Tim’s softened cock out of you as you sit back up- but Hell, you’re not ready to leave his lap just yet. Then, you lift Tim’s left hand and take it into your own, fiddling with his long fingers delicately. “You didn’t say no to next week…”

Tim blinks down at your fingers playing with his and back up to your eyes- heavy, exhausted. He gently smiles, his heart beating in a way that feels right…feels domestic, “No, I didn’t.” 

Tim lifts his free hand up, brushing past your jawline until he meets the loose strands of your hair, and he gently tucks them behind your ear. His fingers halt by your face for a second, allowing his eyes to appreciate you before he slowly glides down to where the mess of your hair meets your shoulder, and he’s pushing the heap back to expose the curve of your neck.

He leans closer, pressing a lingering kiss to your collarbone, “I would love to see you again.” He admits quietly, stubble tickling your sensitive skin as he grazes his lips up to your jawline. He plants another kiss there, “And I don’t just mean seeing you for…this,” And finally, he moves to your chin where his lips linger on your face, only to reluctantly pull away so he can look up at you. “Let me take you on a date.”

You soften under his embrace, and a smile grows widely on you before you raise Tim’s hand your fingers had been playing with up to your mouth. There, you kiss his knuckles, and you faintly nod, “I think I’d like that a lot.”

And God, what a way to make a man feel better.

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