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aurorawritestoescape · 6 months ago

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I’m in awe! This was wonderful!! Hot, beautifully written, sensual and sweet!!👏👏😍🥵💖💖💖

The whole story is chef’s kiss but here are my favorite parts😍🤤

Tim's body moves as if on silent autopilot: he locks away his firearm before undressing, clothes that still carry the faint scent of adrenaline and fear dropped in the hamper and leather gun holster hung on your bed post where you like it.

I love the description here😍

You don't stir when the mattress dips from Tim's added weight, and not even when he carefully unravels the Gordian knot of sheets that stand between him and what's his.

His possessiveness is so hot omg🥵🥵🥵

Pulling Tim's face down to yours as he starts to spell out his ownership over your clit with his rough thumb, you devour him hungrily - owning his mouth right back.

Holyyyy this sentence is as beautiful as it is hot!! WOW😍 I can copy paste the whole smut part here bc it’s simply exquisite!

And their feelings are so palpable!🥹 LOVED the story! Thank you for writing❤️❤️❤️

At First Light

1.5K / Detective Tim Rockford x fem!reader

Summary: Detective Rockford returns to you in the morning.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please). Established relationship, consensual somnophilia, unprotected PiV, nicknames as usual (Shutterbug, baby, gorgeous), a little bit of dirty talk/praise.

A/N: A direct follow-up to Into the Night, but as with all one-shots in The Rockford Portfolio, can be read alone. Dedicated to @milla-frenchy who is always so supportive of soft!Tim and whose 5 Days somno fic I reread recently and it sent me into a tizzy 🤭💕

Photography inspired dividers by @saradika-graphics / Series Masterlist

Gentle. Quiet.

Every move Tim makes as he comes home is soft, nearly soundless – from the slow turn of his key in your door, to the way he gingerly places it in the bowl so that the clinking of his keys with yours is imperceptible.

Shoes are toed off with the greatest of care. Every step he takes that brings him closer to you is gentle.

Quiet.

It’s as if the night’s chaos and the duty that pulled him from the warmth of your bed earlier have no place within these walls; stopped from entering by an invisible barrier fiercely guarded by the very notion of your peace and steady calm.

Dawn is about to break by the time Tim pads into the bedroom, the darkness outside the window struggles to hold onto its last few moments of dominance before the sun pierces through the obsidian sky with its bright, splinter-like rays.

You’re exactly where he left you: soft body sunk deep into the mattress, top bare and uncovered, the elegant curve of your back on full display for him. Your arms securely hug the pillow your cheek is burrowed into; Tim wonders if you pretend it’s him when he’s away. The thought brings a smile to his weary face.

Everything below your torso is wrapped in a tangle of sheets, as if your legs attempted a bid for naked freedom during your slumber and gave up halfway. Tim’s eyes greedily rake past the dip of your lower back to where the crisp cotton sheets drape modestly and licks his lips when he spies a hint of the top of your luscious ass.

Minutes go by without any big movements from either one of you; Tim simply watches you sleep and admires how your body starts to glow in light of the rising sun, beckoning him to touch you. He allows the steady rise and fall of your chest and soft purr of your breathing to calm and soothe him.

In and out. In, he’s home safe, and out, where the dangers of his work cannot reach. In. Out.

And just as his body fully unwinds and settles into a relaxed state, a reawakened urgency itches in his hands and twitches his hardening cock when Tim remembers his earlier parting words to you, a vow made in the dead of night:

“The sooner you’re asleep, the sooner I’ll be fucking you awake, baby.”

You would be mad at him if he didn’t keep his promise.

Tim’s body moves as if on silent autopilot: he locks away his firearm before undressing, clothes that still carry the faint scent of adrenaline and fear dropped in the hamper and leather gun holster hung on your bed post where you like it. He wills himself to pause in the doorframe of the bathroom after a quick clean-up; though his now naked body still bears the marks of grit and tension from tonight’s standoff, the hands that will touch you are clean and the face that will press against yours has been rinsed. Tim tugs at his already throbbing length as he gazes upon the goddess who calls to him even in her sleep, blissfully unaware that her very existence keeps him safe and brings him home.

You don’t stir when the mattress dips from Tim’s added weight, and not even when he carefully unravels the Gordian knot of sheets that stand between him and what’s his.

When your supple form is finally fully revealed, Tim presses his face to the nape of your neck in worship – inhaling your sweet perfume and pressing soft kisses to your back before sliding his firm and restless hand up your inner thighs. He finds you wet and wanting, a shameful mixture of your combined release from the previous evening and new arousal that leaked from your needy hole while you dreamt of him returning home to you, safe.

Hungrily running two thick fingers through your slick drenched folds, Tim draws a small whimper from your lips, but the peaceful countenance of your pretty face convinces him that you remain asleep.

“She’s so desperate for me already, baby,” Tim groans into your hair as he shifts your hips and leg so he can line himself up with your entrance.

He takes your soft sigh as agreement.

“It’s okay, Shutterbug. I’m desperate for her too.” And slowly, Tim starts to push in.

You’re tight from taking him without much warning, though the squelching noises of your cunt and the soft moans that start to escape your throat reassure Tim that the intrusive stretch is more than welcomed. One of Tim’s meaty hands grasps your waist to hold you steady so he can continue to sheath in while the other snakes beneath you to cup a naked breast.

Strumming your hardened nipple to the quiet beat of his own grunts and your quickening breaths, Tim finally bottoms out. You’re hugging his cock so snug within your warm walls, it feels so good – the tender kisses that Tim plants down your neck devolve into nips and sucks as he starts to loosen the reins on his restraint.

“Oh Tim, baby,” you shudder, slipping slowly into consciousness.

“Needed you, gorgeous,” he apologizes with a bite to the sweet spot at the base of your neck, soothing it over with a lick of his tongue.

Awakening a little more, you show him there’s nothing to apologize for by pulling the hand that holds your waist up to your neglected breast, guiding Tim to grope and knead the way you like before rocking back gently against his dick.

“Love it when I wake up to your cock, Detective,” you sleepily coo, the giddy sensation of waking up to the man you love taking you, claiming you for himself causes fresh a wave of arousal to drip from your cunt and trickle down Tim’s balls.

“Said I would fuck you awake, didn’t I?” smirks Tim, using his strong nose to nudge your face towards his; he kisses you hello, deep and passionate.

Grinning dreamily, your own vision is still blurry with sleep, but you can read the devotion and desperation in Tim’s pleading touch and you raise your arms to reach back around his neck, as if to hold on, “So fuck me, baby.”

Never one to deny you anything, he does. Tim fucks you slow and intense at first - sawing in and out of your cunt with such reverence, your whole body starts to hum. Then he fucks you hard and furious, letting himself finally lose the control that his police work requires he maintain at all times; he grabs roughly at your breasts and drinks in your heady moans as he continues to bring you back to life. Tim fucks you wide awake and fully conscious, until you’re bright eyed and your voice crescendos loud and clear enough to wake all your neighbours at this ungodly hour. He rolls and pulls on your nipples as he thrusts deep into your cunt, causing you to double over with a pleasure so intense that your body attempts an escape. Tim bands a strong forearm over your tits to press you flush against his hard chest, begging you to stay with him with his never-ending praise:

Taking me so good, baby.

I love you so fucking much.

Pussy feels so fucking perfect creaming around my cock.

You’re all I ever think about, Shutterbug.

You cry back your own barely coherent love you, love you, so big, fuck, fuck, no one fucks me like you, love yous. Pulling Tim’s face down to yours as he starts to spell out his ownership over your clit with his rough thumb, you devour him hungrily - owning his mouth right back. Every fear that hid in your heart when he left in the middle of night is evicted from your chest as Tim continues to pound into you - those fears have no place in the newness of morning; he’s home, he’s safe. You allow yourself to let go to the feeling of relief that this thought brings, crying out Tim’s name like an appreciative mantra. Tim follows shortly after, his own release similarly heavy with the relief of being able to put the night behind him, grateful for the privilege of coming home to you. His home.

Even after your heartbeat slows to normal, you remain in Tim’s embrace; his cock slowly softening in you while he presses kiss after kiss to your sweet smile. “You came back to me safe, Detective Rockford,” this oft spoken soft declaration always full of gratitude and awe, as if you have to say it out loud in order for it to be true.

“Nothing can keep me from you, Shutterbug,” Tim knows that his familiar response is truer than you can ever fathom; your love makes him a better detective, a more careful detective – one who’s just as driven to come home as he is to close a case. Tim wonders if you know the power that you hold over him? He’s too sleepy right now to ask you – maybe he will later; for now, he simply murmurs ‘Love you’ as he closes his tired eyes and gives himself over to the peace that he’s only ever been able to find in your arms.

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