#tim rockford merge mansion

[l0ngschl0ngking]

Apology won’t cut it

Tim Rockford x f!reader

summary: Tim forgot about your anniversary…how can he make things right?

warnings: SMUT (oral -f!receiving, vaginal fingering, somnophilia -with estabilished consent, reader and Tim talked about it before-, unprotected p in v, reader “hangs” onto those shoulder holsters while Tim fucks her, creampie,(1) spitting on pussy, praise kink, biting), talks of infidelity, cursing, mentions of food, mentions of reader being pregnant, fluff -it’s me…so :)

word count: 4.3K (how that happened? - i don’t know either)

A/N: Tim is hot and I have things for detectives/agents with shoulder holsters (*cough, cough* Seeley Booth)

You met Tim a few years back through your friend. Normal Sunday brunch turned into you confiding to her – telling her that you worry that your husband might be cheating. The past few months he was spending more and more time in his office – the fact that you saw his new personal assistant a few months back who was much younger and prettier than you didn't help.

Susan, your friend, tried to soothe your worries but when you started being a babbling and a sobbing mess – you've spend most of your life with your husband and the thought of him cheating on you cut your heart deeper than you thought it would – she sighed and withdrawn something from her purse. A small plain business card layed between her neat fingers.  

She passed it to you with a few tissues as well and when you finally wiped all of your tears away,  you looked at what was written on it – both of your eyebrows raising in a question.

“It's a private investigator. I hired him when I had a suspicion that Richard might be cheating on me as well. Turned out he was just working extra shifts so he could buy me an engagement ring.” She grinned at the memory and you looked at her finger – the diamond ring he bought her shining in the daylight sun. You offered her a little smile – happy for her. Richard was a nice guy – sweet and genuine and you didn't know how she could think he was cheating on her – he kissed the ground she walked on. “But really, he is great, sweetie. A little pricey but he does his job well. It doesn't hurt that he is easy on the eyes too.” She winked while you bit your lip in contemplation.

A few days pass since your Sunday brunch and you think about calling the number numerous times – then telling yourself that you shouldn't doubt your husband's loyalty. Though when he left this morning without even kissing you on the head as he normally would – not even sparing you a little glance, you were more certain than ever – you were going to find out what was going on once and for all. Even if it should break your heart.

When the other voice on the other line says “hello?” you get nervous. You are really doing this.  

“Hello, uhm – I, ugh- I’d received your business card from a friend and would like to hire your services. Are you busy or-?” Smooth. Real smooth.

“No, not really,” he chuckles - the cigar he was smoking dangling from his lips, “would you like to meet at yours or at my office?” His voice was a little gruff but very soothing at the same time. You try to imagine what he looks like – didn't sound like a young man, maybe someone close to your age range – not that you were old or something.

You quickly scribbled the address where he worked as you found it more appropriate that you rather meet him at his office than if he should invade your own home.

When you arrive at the address he gave you, you found yourself in front of a small brick building – the doors are pretty mahogany color but creaky and when you enter it looks bigger than on the outside. Various small offices with different names on glass windowed doors surround you and you look for his business card in your purse – forgetting his name.  

Tim Rockford – it says on the card and you squint your eyes when you see doors with the same name on it far back. You stride with confident steps towards it even when you are not feeling that way at all. You knock – one time, two times and the third time a small gruff “come in” can be heard from the other side of the door.  

When you step in the first thing that hits you is the cigar smoke and you cough a little – you hate smoking. Then you finally see the man in question. He looks a little older - the bags under his eyes make him seem that. He quickly stands up from his leather chair that creaks and offers you a small smile which you uncertainly return. He is handsome in a ruggish way. His hair is short and has a few silver strands mixed in there as well,  and his beard is patchy – that is something very endearing about the fact. His shoulders are broad and you think he should buy a bigger shirt as this one is straining against his frame – not that you mind that much.  

He quickly puts out the cigar when he sees your nose wrinkling at the smell – observant as well. Not bad. He reaches his hand out to you and you take it – his grip is strong but not in an unpleasant way and his palms are a little sweaty. He clears his throat and offers you his name which you do the same in return. He sits down and gestures to the older-looking armchair sitting opposite him. It's comfier than it looks.  

“So, what brings you here, m’am?” You scrunch your nose for a second – not feeling that old but don't say a thing about it. Right, let's cut right to the chase.

“I-I think my husband might be cheating on me and I'd like for you to find out if that's true.” He doesn't look at you weirdly or anything – as you thought he would. He just nods his head and asks your husband's name which you provide.  

“That's all I really need. I will find out all of the other information myself and will call you if I will find some clues. Sounds good to you, m’am?” You nod and give him your phone number – the phone you called him from being the house landline.

A few weeks pass, Tim calls you often or you go to his office – recently you started inviting him to your house as you started feeling more comfortable around him – all of the clues hint that your husband is really cheating on you and he tries to make you feel better about it – cracking jokes here and there and you appreciate it even though it doesn't seem all that professional.  

Today he brings a folder with him. The yellow one you often see in some kind of crime film that holds photos of the victim – and when he enters he throws you a sad smile. You know what it means but you try to not think about it. You offer him tea and he hastily accepts – he knows that you already know. In the past few weeks, he got to know you and he noticed that you try to occupy yourself with other things when you are nervous.  

He sits on your leather couch – you bought it last week – and he watches you make the tea in your smaller kitchen. When you sit down next to him you put the cups of tea on the glass table. He passes you the folder and when you open it a few tears flow freely from your eyes. You were expecting it. You really were but it still hurts. You feel sick as you throw the folder next to the cups – not really in the mood to look at the pictures of your husband sticking his tongue into someone else's throat. Tim lands his hand on your shoulder – trying to comfort you. That's when you throw yourself at him, hugging him close to you and he doesn't reciprocate the hug for a while – it's not professional at all and he shouldn't but when you sob into his work shirt his heart breaks and pulls you closer to him. Slowly stroking your back and kissing the top of your head gently.

You stay like that for a while – him rocking you while stroking your back and telling you “what an idiot your husband is for treating you so poorly” as you try to compose yourself. And when you do- you pull away a little – looking into his eyes, maping out his face with your eyes. He's handsome – you noticed the first time you've seen him but after each time you've spent together you started appreciating his ruggish handsomeness more and more. You'd never admit it but you've touched yourself at the thought of him a few times – feeling guilty afterward not knowing if your husband was cheating on you. You felt like you were the one cheating after every time you got yourself off at the thought of Tim between your thighs.

“Kiss me.” You whisper as you look at him and he shakes his head – feeling like he would take advantage if he did.  

“No, you're in a bad mental state right now and you don't know what you are saying, sweetie.” The nickname of endearment falling from his lips is first and you shake your head in protest – pulling yourself on top of his lap and he doesn't have the strength to stop you as this is something he wanted for a long time too – you were not only a client to him. Not for a long time, anyways. You were smart and funny, and beautiful and he liked you a lot. Even if he really shouldn't feel this way.

“I wanted this for a long time, Tim. Please, just kiss me, will you?” You don't have to tell him thrice, he surges forward to meet your wanting lips and grabs your hips and you start grinding down on him. You moan when you feel him harden under you and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours – it's frantic and passionate and you feel him everywhere at once. His hands are pulling your tank top off and he cups your tits when they come into the view – pulling away from the kiss. He starts kissing your cleavage, his hands trying to quickly unclasps the bra if that piece of clothing offended him and you on the other hand try to unbutton his shirt. Getting impatient you huff and he notices – he always does with everything. He slows the pace down and unbuttons the shirt himself while getting distracted multiple times – you're kissing his neck and he moans when he feels you nip at the sensitive skin behind his ear.  

When the shirt is finally off you immediately start paying attention to the newfound flesh – kissing and licking a path across his shoulders that you oh, love some much and dragging your tongue lower – circling his nipple with it. He groans and throws his head back – the vein on his neck popping with the movement and you bite him there, soothing it with your tongue. He grinds against your mound and if you keep going he will for sure cum in his pants like a fucking teenager. He pushes against your shoulders softly and you start to protest but he shuts you up with his mouth once again. It's slower and more sensual – his tongue fighting with yours lazily and unhurriedly. He finally unclasps your bra – his greedy eyes taking you in. Palming them in his hands it's your turn to moan and he grins – his thumbs stroking the sensitive nipples. He brings his head to take one into his mouth and you can't do anything else than writhe on him – your hands are in his hair and you massage his scalp. He groans against your bud while the other hand strokes your other tit and you feel like you've gone to heaven and back. You didn't feel this good since – well actually never.  

When he is happy with his work – the bitemarks on your tits will leave nasty bruises for a few days for sure – he slowly puts you on the leather couch. You are sweaty and it sticks to your skin but you don't care – not when Tim is trying to get rid of your shorts. You don't wear anything underneath and you swear you can see his eyes goes entirely black – his pupils blown wide and his breathing quick. He lowers himself onto his tummy and you are confused for a second before you realize what he is doing. You try to protest that he doesn't have to but he just “shhh” you. His mouth is on your inner thighs in no time and his beard causes a delicious burn on them. He is slow with it – trying to enjoy every second of it but you are impatient. You tug on his hair and growl – slapping one side of your inner thigh mumbling a quiet “impatient girl” before he licks into you without a warning.

You cry out – your head thrown back and your back arched, the hands that are in his hair grip him tighter and he moans into your cunt with an unspoken agreement for you to keep doing that. Not many men went down on you – certainly not your husband – but Tim looks like he is enjoying this more than you if it is possible. His nose bumps into your clit with every lick – you feel yourself squeezing around his tongue. One of his hands makes its way to your open mouth and he sticks two fingers into it – coating them in your saliva. Pulling them back out he creates a path with them from your mouth to your neck, then under your neck, on your tits, down your tummy and then pressing two of them against your pussy – exchanging his tongue with his fingers while he sucks your clit into his mouth and it doesn't take long before you are cuming, after all, it has been too long since anyone made it seem like their life goal was to make you cum – the moans and cries of his name echoe throughout the living room with the wet sounds of your pussy squeezing his fingers while he fucks you through the aftershocks of it all.

When he finally stops – you have to push his mouth away from you feeling overstimulated – he just grins against you and sits up – balancing himself on his heels while he cleans his fingers humming at your tangy taste on them. You are exhausted and your lashes flutter against your cheeks but you can hear the clang of his belt and his words echoing in your ears: “ We're not done in the slightest, baby.”

You try to wait for him. You do. But your eyes feel heavy – you already ate the dinner you made for the two of you – Tims's favorite meal – lasagna. You put the rest of it along with the portion into the fridge – scribbling a quick note that if he feels hungry the leftovers are in the fridge. You look at the time: 23:03. And that's when your phone dings.

Hi, baby. Don't wait for me, I am still at the office working on that crazy grandma case . Love you, xoxo

You sigh in defeat. No apology, no nothing. You expected it, to be completely honest. He was so wrapped up in this new case he sometimes forgot what his name was. But you felt that he was married to work and not to you – not that you two were married but you get the drill. You understood it, he worked hard for the position he now has and you too are a workaholic yourself – the money you won at the court after the divorce was put into opening your little bakery. But to forget about your 5-year-old anniversary? That seemed over the top. You don’t bother answering him – putting your phone away you put the dirty dishes in the sink – you will wash them tomorrow morning. Keeping his favorite wine on the table in case he will want it when he comes home, you grab the little envelope.  

“Seems like it's just me and you again, little bean.” You smile sadly while you caress your stomach – Tim didn't know yet but you hoped you would tell him tonight. Guess not.

As you make your way into the bedroom you lock the door and turn off all the lights. Brushing your teeth and hoping in the shower for a quick wash you think about if you should have kept the envelope on the table – no, you will tell him tomorrow after you won't be mad at him anymore. After drying yourself you tuck yourself in and put the envelope into the drawer on your bedside table. Sleep consumes you quickly – you've felt exhausted for the past couple of days.

Tim comes home long past after midnight. He's exhausted and he just wants to plop on the bed next to you. He puts the keys onto the kitchen counter and wonders in the kitchen – the kitchen lits up when he puts on the flashlight in his camera – you like to sleep with the bedroom doors open and usually wake up if he turns on the lights. He furrows his brows when he sees the wine on the table – the single rose in a small vase in the center of it. He stalks towards it and sees that it's his favorite. And then he sees the dirty dishes and the small note on the fridge – dread takes over him when he sees the date on the calendar and he lowly curses at himself.

He forgot your fucking anniversary. What a fucking moron he is. He ventures into the bedroom to see if you are already asleep – if not he will apologize profusely even when he knows apology won't cut it this time. When he sees you fast asleep he sighs and slowly creeps into the bathroom to brush his teeth. The weight of what had done – or more so what he didn't – creeps on him and he decides that he will cook you breakfast tomorrow and take you out somewhere nice – maybe even finally do the thing he'd been dreading to do for over a half a year now. When he is finished brushing his teeth he returns to the bedroom to put his guns away. You are sleeping peacefully even when he turns on the light on his bedside table.  

You look so pretty in the dim light. Your hair is sprawled on your pillow and it's too warm in here for you to be covered – he can see your legs and the curve of your ass. He licks his lips and he is not so tired anymore. An idea pops into his head – you've talked about it before but never really tried it – maybe it would be one of the many steps of his apology.

He rolls up his sleeves and slowly makes his way onto your side of the bed. You are a pretty light sleeper and he thinks if you will wake up right in the start or if he can indulge a little. He kicks the covers that surround you and touches your ankle – the touch is light and gentle. His fingers slowly make their way up your thigh stopping on your hip and you jerk a little - you turn onto your back the flimsy tank top you changed into riding higher. Tim grins, slowly sinking onto the mattress. He kisses one of your knees and then the other. Slowly making his way up – he hooks his fingers under the waistband of your shorts and slowly tugs – seeing that you have nothing underneath. He always loved that about you. He caresses your thighs and kisses the inner side of both of them – trying if you will wake up he pokes his tongue out but you just mumble something so he keeps up his advances. Creating a path to your core he softly inhales and opens your folds with his thumbs as kisses your clit – you jerk a little but he hooks his palms under your hips to keep you still. His nose bumps against your clit with the first swipe of his tongue and he groans at your taste that he knows oh, so well. His tongue lazily licks into you and he is in no rush – enjoying the slow pace he slowly grinds his pants-clad hips against the mattress. It's not enough but he doesn't mind. Sneaking one of his hands away from underneath your hips he pushes one of his fingers in – you are soaked even though he barely touched you and he loves the fact that you are always so ready for him. You mewl softly and start to stir but he stops when your breathing gets even again he pushes two fingers inside of you.

The only sounds that can be heard are his harsh takes of breath and the wet suck of your pussy taking his fingers in – his mouth is now more relentless and so are his hips as he humps the mattress. His fingers curl and he tries to find the spot that makes you make such a pretty noise for him and when your breath hitches he knows he found it. He kisses your clit and starts setting a quicker phase. The tip of his tongue now flicks against your clit quickly. He can feel you start squeezing him and he moans when he feels your hands tug on his hair – the quiet “Tim” from your lips effortlessly. He mumbles a quick “good morning” even though it's not even 3 am yet.

You are right on the edge and when he adds a third finger it's all over for you. Your back arches and you cry out – his plush lips kiss your clit to work you through it and when he finally stops he pushes his cock out of his pants – stroking his dick with the hand that was in you just a few seconds ago. You are still sleepy and try to get a sense of what is happening but before you can think about it  Tim is kissing you and notching the weeping head of his cock against your entrance.

“Can I fuck you, baby? Can I fuck you silly?” You nod and he enters you with one quick swift of his hips – you can feel his balls against your ass and he tries to push even deeper. It's too much for your sleep-tired brain and you need to hold onto something – so you grab his shoulder holsters – they are cold and feel smooth against your palms and when you look up at Tim he snarls. “Yeah, hold onto me, baby.” And then he is pounding into you. The head of him pushes against your g-spot and he angles his hips just right. You can feel every ridge and vein of him and you feel him pulse in you – knowing that he won't last long. He grabs one of your ankles and puts it on his shoulder – you always said to him that shoulders like that were made for leg rest. With this new angle, he feels even deeper and you close your eyes – it feels so fucking good, his pubic hair is scraping against your clit and the gentles with hich he kisses your ankle while mumbling how “good of a girl you are for him” makes your heart ache with love for him.

He can feel you starting to squeeze around him and he bends so he can spit onto your pussy – it makes you cry out when you feel the wet press of his fingers on your clit. His are relentless and the sweat rolling off his forehead is making its way down his neck – his vein on it is popped and you'd like to bite it. The slap of his balls is lewd and the way he says your name – ordering you to be “good girl and cum for me” is making your head dizzy. It just two or so more thrusts before you are clamping down on his length and he moans – grabbing him by the neck you kiss him and start sucking on his neck – right under the himge of his jaw– and then he is cuming too – his forehead pressed up against yours. His hips try to push the cum deep inside of you and when he stops he falls next to your side, bringing you closer to him and caressing your spine.

“You think it worked this time?” You are still hazy from the orgasm, listening to his heartbeat slowing down and you just hum in question so he repeats it for you – you don't think about it too much and reach for your nightstand drawer putting the envelope you hid there into his hands.  

He opens it reluctantly and when he sees what's in there he can't contain his smiles and the few happy tears that spring out of his eyes.

“You serious? We're going to have a baby?” He laughs with joy and you caress his cheek – kissing the patch on his beard and then soothing it with your thumb

“Serious as I can be, babe. We're going to be parents.” you grin and he kisses you – smiling into the kiss and he thinks about the box in his suit jacket that has a small and elegant diamond ring in it.

He will propose to you tomorrow, take you out on a picnic or something. Yeah, he will do that.

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 7th

Day 7: Anonymous Sex, Nonconsensual, Somnophilia

Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.8k

Warning: Sex clubs, offers of blowjobs, voyeurism, masturbation, anonymous sex, protected sex, riding, slight tit play

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The case had sent him down a rabbit hole of sex, drugs, money and murder. Taking him to the seediest places in town and talking to some of the most disreputable types. Following lead after lead, casing any scrap of information down so he can put the criminal behind bars. 

The club had intrigued him. It scared him how much, although he had pretended to not be interested when scantily clad women jiggled their tits in front of him and asked him if he wanted a blow job. They weren’t hookers, he wasn’t going to bust them for solicitation. This was a sex club. 

Sitting hunched over his desk, Tim stubs out another cigarette and reaches for his pack. Last one. The smokey din of the office irritates his eyes, but he needs the nicotine. Or maybe he just needs to sleep. 

Not that he would get any. The case would be playing in his mind, over and over again, like a silent record on repeat as he subconsciously looks for any clue that he might have missed on first glance. It’s why he runs on stale coffee and bad bodega sandwiches. 

Lighting up the cool menthol cigarette, he takes a drag as he stares at the card propped up against his desk phone. He should have thrown it away, or refused it in the first place, but he had shoved it in his jacket pocket, telling himself he would never use it. It was a pass. A card for one visit without a membership. A test drive, as the owner had told him, the smirk on his face one that had made Tim shuffle uncomfortably. Like the guy could see through the detective’s professional exterior and  see what he had really wanted to do while he was asking routine questions. 

Sighing, he rolls his head, feeling his neck pop and lets out a quiet groan. The clock on the wall says that it’s too late to get anything decent to eat, and yet it was still too early for Tim to go pass out on his little bachelor apartment sofa. The bed was too big and lonely since Babs had left him. Or, more accurately, kicked him out. 

Flicking the ashes into the nearly overflowing tray, Tim puts the cigarette between his lips and picks up the card, looking at it carefully as if it were a clue itself. The shiny gold lettering is pretty, professional. Even if what is for wouldn’t be considered that in some circles. 

A test drive, a trial run in a sex club where the only thing that matters is that someone consent. Everything was apparently on the table if the other party was down. He had cleared his throat several times when he had walked by the glory hole stations, the prim suit and tie types on their knees with cocks in their mouths. Nothing wrong with it, especially since the best part of the club was that it was anonymous. No names, no faces. Everyone wears a mask. 

Jumping when the filter starts to burn his lips, Tim realizes he’s been staring at the card for so long the cigarette has completely burned down. Crushing it out and shaking his head as he licks his lips, the jolt to reality makes up his mind. Pushing away from his desk and standing straight, reaching for his jacket and tucking the card into his pants pocket. He’ll leave the badge and the gun in the car when he gets to the club. Tired of the idea of being alone, he wants to see what it’s like to experience it as a visitor, telling himself he might find another lead. 

****

It’s a nondescript building that looks even gloomier during the nighttime is now in front of him. The covered door mocking him and he heard the faintest sound of music. Wondering if they turn the music up to cover the moans and sometimes screams of the members. 

Once he’s inside, the card is taken away and he is shown to the locker room so he can strip down to nothing and put on the demi-mask that had been provided. Plenty of members brought their own, but there were plain black ones like the one provided. 

It’s jarring, slightly embarrassing to be naked except for a mask, but it’s also freeing. He can be whoever he wants tonight, do whatever he wants. Walking out of the room into the main area of the club, he can feel eyes on him. Assessing, perhaps speculating on who he is, or what he’s there for. 

****

You spot him from across the room. Lazily lounging as you rub your clit, watching the couple beside you as they pleasure each other with their mouths. Catching your attention as he adjusts his mask and then reaches down to adjust his hardening cock, only to remember that he wasn’t wearing any clothes to adjust. A newbie. 

You smirk as you pull your fingers away, sliding them into your mouth as you stand and your left hand slides along the woman’s hip and you tap it appreciatively as you move away and start to slowly walk up to the man as he looks out over the small weekday crowd. 

“Hey, handsome.” You watch as he turns towards you, apparently distracted as you walk up. Eyes widening behind the mask as he looks you up and down, shuffling his feet slightly and the fact that he is just as naked as you are means he can’t hide the way his cock twitches and bobs as he takes you in. “Me? Uh, I mean, hi.” 

Oh he’s sweet. You smirk slightly as you reach out and touch his arm. “Are you looking for something special or just taking it all in?” You ask, wondering what he thinks of this. He’s obviously here for the first time, and you want to guide him if you aren’t the person he would be interested in. 

“I don’t - I’ve never-” He shakes his head and gestures around. It’s endearing and you can see that he’s truly overwhelmed. 

“Do you want to fuck me?” You ask, giving him a simple question to answer, yes or no. 

“Yes.” His answer is rushed out, almost incredulous as if he couldn’t believe that you would even ask that question. 

“Perfect.” Your hand slides down to his and you take it to guide him towards the couches. “Do you want to be alone, or do you want others to watch?” 

HIs hand squeezes yours as he contemplates before he clears his throat. “Out here is good.” 

Leading him over to the black leather sofa, you urge him to sit down, moving to straddle him as he leans back. “So, is there anything that you really want?” You ask quietly. “Or do you just want to cum?” 

“I want you to cum too.” His hands are slightly unsure, light on your hips and he slides them up your back experimentally. “I - uh, regular sex I guess?” He gives a self deprecating laugh. “Do you - would you want to ride?” 

His cock is thick and gorgeous, laying trapped between his body and your cunt. The head of it mushroomed perfectly and you would love to suck it one day. “I would love to ride that cock, handsome.” You hum, leaning in to kiss his chin and then slowly work your way towards his mouth. Some have rules about not kissing and you don’t want to rush him if that’s not something that he would like. 

Instead of turning his head away, Tim turns into the kiss, desperate for the physical contact that he has been missing for such a long time. He doesn’t know your name, but it doesn’t matter right now when his lips are pressed against yours. 

When initial contact is broken, it never takes long to get to the sex. The bowls of condoms are on every table that isn’t occupied by a body. Always within read and you snag one even while the man’s tongue slips into your mouth to tear open. Doesn’t matter how handsome he is, you aren’t willing to risk your health. He groans when you take his cock, rolling the rubber down his length and pumping it a few times. 

You’re still kissing when you lift your hips, sliding his cock into position to sink down on it. Both of you moan as you take him deep into your body. Groaning when your ass touches his thighs and you circle your hips a few times experimentally. 

“Oh shit.” He pants, breaking off the kiss and starting to move his mouth down your neck and over your chest. 

He likes it, if the way that he’s twitching deep inside you is anything to go by. Both of you adjust to the feeling before you start to ride him. It’s slow to start, up and down and grinding down on him, squeezing him when you do. His hands start to become a little bolder. Racing over your spin and hips, squeezing your ass and then up to your breasts. 

That’s when you get a little quicker, bouncing on his cock. It’s such a good cock, you enjoy the way it stretches you out and fills you every time you fall onto it. Making you moan out wordlessly. It’s not like you have a name you can call out. 

“Oh fuck, it’s so- fuck, you’re so hot.” He starts to ramble right before he leans down and takes your nipple into his mouth. Making you whine since you love when attention is given to your tits. 

“So are you.” You pant out, enjoying how he is biting and sucking on your nipple, taking cues from your reactions and pulling away from things you don’t react as strongly as the other things you obviously like. “Fuck, I love your cock. It’s so thick.” 

He twitches inside you, groaning at the praise and he starts to rock his hips up to meet your thrusts. Both of you chase your pleasure with increasingly unbridled enthusiasm. 

You know people are watching, you enjoy the idea but your focus is on this stranger that is currently starting to rearrange your insides with every rough thrust up into you. Bracing his feet on the ground and using that leverage to make sure you feel every inch of him. 

“Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh fuck!” Your eyes blow wide behind the mask, body locking up in his arms as your cunt clenches down around him. Feeling the ultimate bliss as pleasure courses through you. Taking your breath away and making you collapse against his chest and press your lips to his. 

For him, apparently your orgasm triggers his own. Only thrusting into you, pulling your hips once more before he is groaning into your kiss. You feel the heat of the condom being filled inside you as he throbs deliciously against your wall while he rides out his orgasm. 

Catching your breath after a moment, you lean back and smile at him. “See you next time, handsome.” You hum, placing a soft kiss on his hips and lifting off his cock so you can make your way to the restroom to clean up. You have a feeling as you look over at your shoulder at his slumped, dazed posture, this man would be back. 

[morallyinept]

A list of all my favourite DET. TIM ROCKFORD Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

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Black Days Series - @something-tofightfor

Tim Rockford - @boliv-jenta

Rockford & Roan Series - @littlemisspascalwrites

Belladonna - @galactic-basic CatBurgular!F!Reader

Your Hero - @ninebluehearts Nurse!Reader

Methodical Series - @popcornforone

To Catch A Thief - @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist Featuring The Thief

Cracking The Case - @absurdthirst

Apology Won't Cut It - @l0ngschl0ngking

Under His Skin, Sir & A Sight For Sore Eyes - @ozarkthedog

A Hard Bargain - @toomanystoriessolittletime

Anything You Say Can And Will Be Held Against You - @jksprincess10

The Outfit - @starlightmornings Dieter Bravo Playing Tim Rockford

The Detective & The Thief - @musings-of-a-rose Featuring The Thief

Focus & Overtime - @odetodilfs M!Reader

Midnight Alley Series - @prolix-yuy Dieter Bravo Playing Tim Rockford

Second Chances & The Perfect Match - @apenny4thots

Press Play - @thosewickedlovelies AFAB!Reader

The Big Tug - @theredwritingwitch Soulmates AU

No Body, No Crime Series - @morning-star-joy

Private Dick - @wardenparker

Detected - @oonajaeadira

An Inspecteur Calls - @ladamedusoif

The Impaler - @kiwisbell Featuring Max Phillips

Kinktober Anonymous Sex/Noncon/Somnophilia - @absurdthirst

Captivity @chloeangelic

Steep Is The Mountain - @sin-djarin

Sexfiles.MP3 - @beskarandblasters

Smutsgiving 2023 - Apple Pie - @something-tofightfor

The Rockford Files Series - @bluestar22x

Undercover Series & Under Water Cleo's Story - @secretelephanttattoo

Hold Tight - @sin-djarin

Pause - @trulybetty

Apollo Is Dark - @theredwritingwitch

Mean & Bitter - @iamasaddie

Hold Harder - @sin-djarin

Cookies - @ladamedusoif

Don't Remember Me - @5oh5

Reminder - @criticallyacclaimedstranger

Hangry - @iamasaddie

Tim's Squad Car - @ozarkthedog

Birthday Kiss - Tim Rockford - @something-tofightfor

Don't Know What You Mean - @nerdieforpedro

Silvered - @ladamedusoif

Rockford & Roses - @morallyinept

Godspeed - @magpiepills

Closer - @ghostofaboy Featuring The Thief MxM

Roc & Doc Series - @nerdieforpedro

Wired - @secretelephanttattoo

Coffee & Whiskey - @wraith-posts

[fuckyeahpedropascal]

Specs: who wears them best?

Meemaw v Tim Rockford

Tim is on a red hot winning streak... so I'm bringing out the big guns. Let's see if the detective has what it takes to hold out against Meemaw!

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[ninebluehearts]

Can I request Nurse Reader x Tim Rockford where he saves her life from a shootout and gets shot, she takes him home and patches him up, can be fluff or smut, whatever you wish <3 ily!!

AHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD!!

Here you go baby

[stealyourblorbos]

Putting pieces together 

[sugadolly]

pedro pascal and his gorgeous side profile (and very rideable nose)

[perotovar]

PEDRO PASCAL as TIM ROCKFORD Merge Mansion (2023) — 2/3

[a7estrellas]

PEDRO PASCAL | Shoes Off, Please – Merge Mansion

[pedrohub]

Pedro Pascal - Merge Mansion (2023)

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2023: October 17th

Day 17: Dirty Talking, Pussy Eating/Blowjob, Breath Control

Tim Rockford x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Oral sex (male receiving) cum drinking, reader has no description beyond hair long enough to tangle fingers into, mentions of pussy eating

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Tim groans, his head thrown back against the hard, faux leather of the couch in his office. Looking up at the office tiles that decorate the ceiling as your fingers drag up his thick, meaty thighs on the way to their end goal. His belt. 

“Baby, you don’t-” He chokes on his words, unable to really articulate what he is trying to say when he wants it so badly but he doesn’t think that he deserves it. Especially right here, in his office with only the blinds pulled and the door closed. Anyone could swing inside and see you on your knees in front of him. “Let me-”

“Let me make you feel good.” You cut him off, aware of every excuse that Tim Rockford will use to stop you from blowing him. Biting your lip as your hands slide over the taunt fabric of his crotch, thighs spread with you kneeling between them. Going for the trim belt that holds them tight to his hips and keeps you from the cock beneath. 

Tim deserves this. He needs this. Overworked, underpaid. The detective is a bloodhound for the truth, and yet he can’t see how much you want to give this to him. Your mouth watering at the thought of holding his cock in your mouth, caressing him with your tongue while all the stress and worry of the day, the week, just falls away. 

His breath catches and his hands come down on your shoulders, resting there a moment while you pull the belt tail tight, easing the prong of the belt buckle free from the notched hole to slip it apart. 

You think that he’s going to push you away. To deny himself this gift. But he doesn’t. One strong hand slides up your neck over your cheek to tangle his fingers into your hair. Pulling the roots slightly as he gives a wordless groan of consent. 

He’s half hard already, making you hum happily in the back of your throat as you unlatch those dress pants he wears. Not quick a hallmark of fashion, it was dressy enough to be in the dress code for his rank and still be slightly frumpy. Although his shirt is tight against his skin, the undershirt tucked into his practical boxer briefs when you pull the tails of his button down up out of his pants. 

His thighs shift again, spreading more, ass pushing down to move closer to you. Giving in to what you want to give him and he obviously wants to take. The man has been working on this case for weeks. Spending countless midnight hours pouring over the evidence board and the files. His office is filled with the scent of cigarettes and stale coffee. Right now, you want it to be filled with desire, the slightly musky scent of his skin and his cum. 

Instead of pulling his pants and underwear down, you reach into his briefs and pull him out. Wrapping your fingers around his thick, hardening cock to make him groan. Unable to really believe until he feels your touch that this is truly happening. 

The loud exhale of his breathing makes you smile, eyes flickering up to meet his own as he takes in the sight in front of him. Squeezing his cock gently and feeling it continue to grow in your hand. Curling up and filling out so that you have to relax your grip as he becomes even more impressive. Leaning forward and opening your mouth to dribble a little spit onto the head to ease your hand stroking him. 

It makes him groan, watching the slightly dirty act and you know he will be groaning more when you get to the good parts. For now, you want to slowly build him up. Draw this out and let him enjoy it. The bullpen outside his door is empty, everyone else has gone home and there’s no one who would interrupt right now. 

The clock ticks on the wall. Breaking the silence and keeping time as you slowly start to pump his length in your hand. Languid strokes up and down his thick shaft as you watch him watching you. Noting when his cock twitches in your hand or that cute little frown line between his brows pulls down, memorizing what feels good to him. 

His fingers flex against your scalp, telling you he wants to pull you closer. Wants to show you what he is most eager for, but the detective restrains himself. Still holding onto that iron-willed reserve that has made him a fantastic, although burned out, detective. 

He’s good at waiting. He’s good at watching events unfold and right now, you want him to watch his own pleasure play out. 

Leaning in, your tongue slides out of your hot, wet mouth. Gently caressing the head of his cock and pulling a low moan out of the man. Savoring it every bit as much as the taste of him. The salty, earthy taste of flesh and musk. 

Your own moan vibrating around his sensitive flesh and making him pant above you. Your fingers sliding down to the base of his cock, curling against his pelvis and hair, holding it upright so you can start taking him down your throat in progressively deeper bobs of your head. 

Every pass, you take a little more. Your hand slowly jerks the base of his cock and twisting gently around him. Tongue circling the head and pushing flat as you pull him deeper into your mouth, sucking around him just feel that vein jump wildly. 

You keep it soft, slow. Wanting to let him luxuriate in the softness of your mouth, the warmth and the heat lulling him into a relaxed state. You don’t care if your jaw gets sore from being held so wide, that your hands are soaked in with the spit and pre-cum as you work to keep him deep in your throat. You want him to slowly reach climax. So slowly that it almost sneaks up on him. 

Tim isn’t silent. His grunts and groans go straight to your cunt, making it throb as he moans for you. Whispering raspy words that honestly make no sense, jumbled together praises like ‘good fuck, suck cock’ and ‘pretty hole, tongue good’. Making you preen because you’ve reduced this quick thinking, doggedly solid man to a pile of words and whimpers. 

Your hand continues to pump him, your mouth sucking and cheeks hollowing around him. Almost wishing that the man had a cigarette in his hand or a glass of whiskey to sip on while you suck his cock with a single purpose. To make him forget everything but the heat of your mouth, the softness of your palette, the firmness of your hand. All of them working together to take him apart. 

You’re enjoying it, much more than anyone would ever imagine. Your panties drenched in slick as you give the best blowjob of your fucking life. Lashes fluttering up so you can see his head tilt back, drop forward so those dark eyes can watch. Feeling the way his hand almost presses you deeper onto his cock but then he relaxes. His other hand squeezes your shoulder tight when you suck and your throat closes around the head. 

Reduced to grunts and whines, Tim can’t help but start to rock his hips up. Not enough to choke you, but needing more friction as he climbs higher. That need that has built up in his stomach nearly boiling over and if you were to pull off his cock now, he would beg you to keep going. 

Panting wildly, his breath is shaky, stuttered as if he cannot take in enough air. His cock pulsing in your grip and you know that he’s only moments away now. Your strokes become more firm, the suction of your mouth increasing and you push him further down your throat while you hum around him. Urging him to cum, to spill down your throat and give you every drop of his release to drink down. 

Tim gasps your name, choking it out as his hips jerk up, seeking to bury his length deep into your throat. Body pulling taut like a bow string as he starts to throb on your tongue in that pulsing, hammering beat before the first burst of salty release fills your mouth. 

You moan, immediately swallowing as fast as you can and it’s still not fast enough. Drops escaping from the side of your lips, sliding down your jaw while you grip his thighs and push him as far down as he will go without choking. Taking everything that he’s willing to give you as he comes apart underneath you in glorious groans that have you humming happily. 

Continuing to swallow until he’s pumped dry, then holding him in your mouth. Feeling the twitching of the aftershocks as he starts to soften and shrink in your mouth. Not even pulling away to lick up the remnants that have spilled down your chin until his pants have evened out and his body is relaxed in a completely dazed slump on his office sofa. 

“Holy shit.” His amazed tone makes you laugh as you slowly pull back, tucking his wet cock back into his briefs and looking up at him as you pat it closed. 

“Feel good?” You ask, slightly smug in reducing this man to the dazed, ruffled state he is in. 

“Good?” He shakes his head and starts to slowly untangle his fingers from your hair as gently as he can. “That was the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had.” He promises. “Now I need to see if my pussy eating measures up.” He huffs, making you grin. 

“Oh yeah?” You hum, slightly excited to see what he’s got. “We can do that.” Tonight will apparently be relaxing for both of you, and you aren’t mad at it. 

[miguelo-hara]

PEDRO PASCAL Merge Mansion (2023)

[morallyinept]

A full transcribe of TIM ROCKFORD'S dialogue/lines from the adverts for MERGE MANSION.

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

Advert 1: A Twisted Game

Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. On the surface, you’ve got this perfectly normal family. A young girl, her grandmother… you know, this is apple pie America. 

It’s like everybody is hiding something. 

Everything points to grandma. 

There are secrets waiting to be unravelled. 

It’s almost like some twisted game. 

__________________

Advert 2: Think Like A Grandma

I was finally in. But still couldn’t put the pieces together. 

What am I missing? A crime scene. Weapon. Motive?

What’s grandma hiding?

To catch a grandma, you have to think like a grandma. 

Think. What would grandma do? 

__________________

Advert 3: A Recipe To Die For

Honestly, I don’t even know where to start. 

On the surface, you’ve got this perfectly normal family. A young girl, her grandmother. This is apple pie America. 

The more you get into it, it’s like everybody is hiding something. 

You know, there are guys that have been on the force, thirty, forty years… who’ve never seen anything like this. 

No matter how you slice the pie… 

__________________

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

[beskarandblasters]

sexfiles.mp3

Tim Rockford x True Crime Podcaster!Reader

Main Masterlist | Tim Rockford Masterlist

Author’s note: Thank you to @wethairjoel and @theywhowriteandknowthings whose ideas I combined to come up with the title! Banners and dividers are by @saradika!

Summary: You’re a true crime podcaster and you land the interview of your dreams with Detective Tim Rockford. What will happen when you two are alone in the studio after the interview is done?

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: Reader is able-bodied, F!Reader, uneven power dynamic (Tim is a guest on Reader’s show) pet names, oral sex (M and F receiving), semi public sex (I think), vaginal sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, drinking, no use of y/n

It’s the morning of what’s about to be the highlight of your career. You’re about to interview the Detective Tim Rockford for your true crime podcast, MysteryMondays.mp3. It’s a Friday, your typical recording day, and you’d typically wear just jeans and a t-shirt of your choice since you’re not on camera and normally recording by yourself. But today’s different. You have a guest joining you, and you’ve had guests on the podcasts before but none of them have been like Tim. You’re dressing to impress. 

Tim Rockford is the lead detective on the case that’s been dubbed the “Grandma Ursula” case. What started as just a simple disappearance of an elderly woman in a small town turned into an overnight sensation where the public learned that she not only faked her disappearance but was also accused of murdering a man. The trial is set to happen in a few weeks so Detective Rockford is coming on your podcast to go over what information has been released to the public. 

You opt for a sweater, a skirt hitting your mid-thigh, and a pair of Doc Martens before leaving the house, mentally hyping yourself up on the drive to the studio. The interview isn’t until two so you have the rest of the morning and the first half of the afternoon to prepare. 

“Don’t you look nice today,” your producer Kendall says when you pass her desk.

“Why thank you.”

“It wouldn’t be because a special guest is coming in later today, would it?”

“Are you insinuating I don’t look nice every day?” you joke. 

“You know what I’m getting at.”

“I just want to look presentable for Detective Rockford, that’s all.”

“Mhm, get your man,” she laughs as you head to your office. 

You spend the first half of your day going over case notes, key points you want to hit, and some background on Detective Rockford’s career. His case history is extensive so you want to be extra prepared. But soon enough it’s time for lunch and then time to make sure the studio is prepared to record. 

“Are you nervous?” Dana, a member of your research team, asks as you’re checking the microphones. 

“A little. I mean, he’s a big deal.”

“For sure. But he seems nice, at least from the interviews I’ve seen on TV.”

“I hope you’re right,” you respond, setting two bottles of water on the table. 

Kendall’s printing out your show notes in the office but you’re gonna do your best to not have to use them. You want to maintain eye contact with him as best as you can. Like Dana, you've seen his TV interviews and you can’t deny that he’s attractive, especially when he’s wearing his shoulder holster. Wouldn’t it be crazy if he wore that to the interview? He definitely won’t but you can dream. 

Kendall comes into the studio with the notes, setting them on the table in between the microphones. She rests a hand on her hip and asks, “You ready?”

“I think. As ready as I'll ever be.”

“Don’t be nervous. He’s just some guy.”

“He’s not just some guy! He’s a well-renowned detective who definitely has better things to do than to be on our silly little show.”

“Oh yeah, he’s not just some guy. I don’t know why I said that,” she laughs. 

“You’re just trying to make me less nervous. But unfortunately, I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

“You’re gonna do great! You’ve been preparing for this for a long time.”

The door buzzer goes off and ah fuck, he’s here. You glance down at your watch. He’s thirty minutes early. 

“It’s now or never,” Kendall sighs, “I’ll go get him for you.”

You nod and take a deep breath. Dana leaves the studio to grab Josh, your other producer, to finish getting the equipment set up while you head to the bathroom to make sure you’re still looking presentable. You did just eat lunch, after all, gotta make sure nothing’s in your teeth. You pop a mint and head back into the studio to wait where Detective Rockford appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame with a slight smirk on his face. His eyes are fixed on your legs but they snap back up to yours when you take a step towards him and say, “Detective Rockford! It’s so nice to meet you.”

You hold out your hand to shake his and he accepts, resting his other hand on top of yours. No shoulder holster but he’s wearing black pants, black boots, and a white button-down shirt that’s just a little too tight. It doesn’t look bad, though. It just accentuates his chest and his biceps. 

“Please. Call me Tim,” he smiles. 

“Of course, Tim. Thank you so much for coming on the show.”

“Well, thank you for having me. It’s an honor.”

“I think we’re all set to record if you’re ready.”

“All set,” he smiles. 

You lead him back to the recording table where he takes a seat across from you. Kendall and Josh are on the other side of the glass, wearing their headsets and giving the green light to start whenever you’re ready. 

“Hello everyone and welcome back to another episode of MysteryMondays.mp3! I’m joined by a special guest today, Detective Tim Rockford! Thank you so much for coming on the show, Tim.”

“Thanks for having me. I was excited when your team reached out to me.”

He’s probably just saying that to be polite but it made your heart jump a little, the thought of him getting excited to be on your show. 

“So Tim, tell us what’s been like to be the lead detective on what the internet has dubbed the Grandma Ursula case?”

“Extremely busy. There’s been lots of ups and downs in this case. I can’t even tell you how many leads I’ve looked at.”

“This case started with a disappearance, right?”

“Ursula herself went missing for roughly thirty days. But we now have information that leads us to believe that she faked her disappearance.”

You want to glance down at your show notes but you resist, doing everything in your power to keep your eyes locked onto Tim’s warm brown gaze. 

“And now she's a suspect in the murder of Darius Cage?”

“She’s actually been charged with the murder.”

“Oh yes, that’s right! The trial is set to begin in three weeks.”

“Mhm.”

“You’re about to get even busier,” you joke. 

“I am. You’re lucky you snagged me when you did,” he says, shooting you a wink. 

Fuck. 

The rest of the interview goes smoothly without any hiccups. You barely had to use your show notes and Tim proved to be a natural in the recording studio. One thing you noticed about him is that he’ll maintain eye contact with you and then all of a sudden his gaze shifts down to your lips, watching them as they move before locking his eyes back with yours. He did that several times throughout the interview. 

You’re just about to wrap up today’s recording session before you hit him with one final question. 

“So what do you think Ursula was doing with all those knives?”

“Ask me again in a few weeks,” he says, winking at you again. 

That fucker. 

“Well, thanks for tuning in to this week’s episode of MysteryMondays.mp3! Be sure to subscribe to us on Spotify and Apple Podcasts. And thanks again to Detective Rockford for joining us! See you next week everybody!”

“And that’s a wrap!” Kendall says. 

“Great episode guys. You talked for almost three hours!” Josh says. 

You and Tim look at each other and laugh. 

“Oops,” you say. 

You check your watch and it’s pushing five o’clock. Everybody should be going home soon. 

“I could’ve sat and talked to you for another three hours,” Tim chuckles. 

You feel your cheeks go hot at his words. You glance over at Kendall and Josh and then back down again at your watch. 

“Why don’t you guys go home? I’ll lock up for the day.”

“Are you sure?” Kendall asks. 

“I’m sure. I don’t want to keep you guys any longer. Tell Dana she can go home, too.”

Her face shifts into a smirk and she says, “Okay. Let me know when you’re home,” before grabbing her stuff. She shoots you another knowing look and a wave before disappearing through the doorway with Josh. 

And now it’s just you and Tim, alone in the studio. It makes your stomach all swirly being here alone with him but you know nothing’s going to happen. You rise from your chair and get ready to pack up for the day but Tim stops you. 

“I meant what I said.”

“Oh really?” 

“Mhm. Stay and talk for a bit.”

“Okay,” you smile, sitting back down. You scooch your chair in closer and place your elbow on the table, resting your head in your hand. 

You spend God knows how long talking about your career and his, cracking jokes, and having a good time. Throughout the conversation, you’re inching closer and closer to each other. He keeps doing that thing where his eyes drift from your eyes down to your lips and back up. You can’t take it anymore. He has to be flirting with you, right?

Something comes over you and you just… You lean forward and kiss him. He’s stunned at first but he melts into your touch. But reality sets in for you and you pull away, profusely apologizing. 

“Oh my God?? I’m so sorry. That was unprofessional of me. I’m-”

“Took you long enough.”

“Huh?”

“Honey, there were several times I thought you were gonna do that during the interview.”

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb, honey. I know you want me. The feeling’s mutual.”

Your brain is short-circuiting, unable to form a complete sentence. And he can sense that, leaning forward and continuing to kiss you. Part of you wants to stop, telling yourself that this is a bad idea. It’s unprofessional and bad for your career on so many levels. But the pleasure-driven part of you is telling you to keep going, telling you to fulfill your fantasy. 

His large hands caress your face and the kiss grows more passionate. He nips your bottom lip with his teeth and a small moan escapes your mouth. He moves along your jawline, stopping at your ear. 

“I bet you want me as bad as I want you,” he whispers, his warm breath tickling your ear.

“Mhm,” you respond, your voice breathy and high-pitched. 

“On the table, honey,” he says. 

You do as you’re told, rising from your chair and lying down on the table in between the microphones. Your legs hang off the edge and Tim hikes up your skirt, spreading your thighs apart. He sinks to the floor, pushing your panties to the side. His breath tickles you again as he marvels at how wet you are already.

“So wet already, huh? Just from sitting and talking to me? That’s all it takes?”

You feel your chest and the tips of your ears heat up in embarrassment but it doesn’t last long because he licks one long, slow stripe up your cunt. He moves his tongue to your clit, swirling circles around it as he hooks his arms around your thighs. He’s flush against your face as he eats you out, your wetness coating his face thanks to you writhing against him. In no time, you’re coming against his face, back arching up off the table. He hums into you as he tastes your release, lapping up every last drop.

“Fuck, honey. You taste so good,” he praises, coming up by your face after you’re done coming.  

“Th-thanks,” you breathe out. You catch your breath for a moment before realizing… You have to suck his cock, like now.

You sit up from the table, prompting him to ask, “What are you doing?”

“In the chair, Detective,” you smirk.

He catches your drift and undoes his belt before sitting in his chair. You rest on your knees, unzipping the fly of his pants and pulling his already hard cock out. 

You waste no time, swirling your tongue around the head, just slow enough to drive him insane, before taking his length in your mouth. He curses under his breath, returning his hands to each side of your face like he did when he was kissing you earlier. You wrap one hand around the base of his cock while you bob your head up and down, feeling him grow even harder in your mouth. 

“Fuck,” he curses, louder than before. 

“But not so fast, honey,” he says, pulling your mouth off of him, “Gonna cum in that sweet pussy of yours.”

You nod eagerly, getting up off the floor and bending over the table without being told to do so. 

“Good girl,” he praises, situating himself behind you. He aligns himself with your entrance and enters you slowly, grabbing your hips with his hands. 

He thrusts in and out of you unforgivingly, his cock stretching your walls. Soon enough the studio is filled with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin. 

“Fuck, honey. You’re so wet,” he moans, slamming into you harder on the last word.

“Fuck, Tim. You’re so big.”

“Mmm, I bet you like that. You like me stretching you out?”

“Fuck, yes!” you cry out, feeling the head of his cock, brush against your cervix.

You’re on the edge of orgasm but you knew you weren’t going to last long. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you whine.

“Let me feel it, honey.”

Your walls flutter around him and tears spring in the corners of your eyes. It’s hard to believe this is even happening, right in your studio. But it is and it’s intense. Your orgasm triggers his own and he paints your insides with his release. When you’re both done coming down from your high he pulls out of you, standing up straight and putting his cock away.

“That was… amazing,” you breathe out, standing upright and smoothing down your skirt.

He nods and goes in to kiss you. You’re feeling awkward all of a sudden, not knowing what to say. 

“Well, uh, the episode will be up on Monday.”

“Really? You’re talking business now?”

“Listen! What do you want me to say?”

“How about “I’d love to see you again, Tim”?” he smirks.

“Of course, I’d love to.”

“Much better,” he says, kissing you again.

You go to lead him out of the studio but before you leave you check the equipment to make sure everything’s powered off. And that’s when you notice something strange. There’s the audio file of you’re interview but there’s also another file that’s still ongoing.

“Oh my god.”

“What?”

“The mics were on the whole time.”

He bursts out into laughter meanwhile you’re horrified. You stop the recording and without thinking you grab a thumb drive and move the file onto it. 

“What are you doing?”

“Moving this so no one else listens to it.”

“Ah, our dirty little secret.”

“Emphasis on secret.”

He laughs again. “Don’t be so serious. That’s kinda hot you have that.”

You take a deep breath and he kisses your temple.

“Come on, sounds like you need a drink to loosen up.”

You take him up on his offer, locking up the office before meeting him at a bar downtown. The evening ends with you having sex with him again. But when you part ways the next morning he tells you, “I’d love to come back on the show again.”

“I’d like that, too,” you nod.

You exchange numbers, kiss him goodbye, and head home, thinking about what you’re going to tell Kendall when you see her on Monday. Or maybe you won’t tell her. It is your dirty little secret after all. 

-

Monday rolls around and you still haven’t said anything to Kendall. You’re pretty sure she left the equipment recording on purpose but you pretend to know nothing when she shoots you a knowing look and a smirk.

But it’s the afternoon now and the episode’s just dropped. 

As soon as it’s live you get a text from Tim reading:

Can’t wait to listen to the show. Maybe we can listen to our own episode sometime this week after drinks xx

Yeah, you’re definitely seeing him again this week. 

End note: I said to myself several times while writing this “I can’t believe I’m writing Merge Mansion fanfiction rn” 😭😭😭

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[ozarkthedog]

summary: tim fucks you in the back of his squad car.

warnings: 18+ mdni. not overtly filthy. just a possessive, stressed out detective.

author's note: with all the tim content being reblogged lately, i had to write a little something.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

It was hurried, messy, and vulgar.

Your hands press against the windows of Tim’s squad car, leaving fog-stained prints as a rush of hazy delirium surges and fills your brain. Your head hangs heavy, swaying with every brutal shove of his hips as he thrusts his cock deeper into your soaked core. 

Cramped and unromantic, yet recklessly needed. 

Tim never stops. Once he sets his mind to something, he follows through. End of story. Much like the murder case he was in charge of. Long days turned into late nights. Tim was stretching himself thin, desperate to catch the killer before they struck again; stress consumed him.

You knew he needed to clear his mind, let loose, so to speak, and unravel the ties that kept him bound.

He splays his weight over your spine, bending you in the tight confines of the car and kneeling precariously on the leather seats meant to bring criminals to justice. His chin hooks over your shoulder, and a fractured breath fans across your cheek before he playfully nibbles your jaw. 

The leather holster that frames his broad shoulders creaks with every voracious movement. He can’t get enough. He wants to bury himself as deeply as possible, taste and feel every inch you offer.

Large hands paw hungrily at your body, frantic and greedy as he cants his hips roughly, spearing you in half. 

Slick drips down your thighs as his pace falters. Your cunt swirls and hugs his cock, dragging him to the edge with every lewd moan that falls from your tongue as your pleasure mounts.

He sucks in a sharp breath as pleasure envelops him. Worn hands latch onto your hips as his body tenses, and a depraved groan rumbles through his chest. Half moons decorate your skin as he pumps you full of his release. Like a good detective, he needs to see this through. He doesn’t stop until you’re gasping and writhing against him, and your body is taut from the insatiable bliss.

[stealyourblorbos]

For all the Tim Rockford girlies - y’all are just wonderful. Stay creative ♡

PS: if anyone caught the references, I’m kissing the tips of  your fingers.