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NOTHING SEEMS TO BURN ME LIKE YOU DO - CHAPTER ONE

Her touch is just like a torch as her fingertips graze over his skin; and Tim swears he can feel it burning through him, scorching his blood, and leaving its mark as if she’s branding him as hers.

⚠️The following chapter contains: explicit sexual content. Please read at your own comfort level.

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[chenford-maxi]

What if they skipped dinner? (5x16)

Authors note: this is a "What if" from 5x16

"What if they skipped dinner?"

Tim is in his small, metro office, working late on a homicide case. There is a light knock on the door, "Hey, Tim, it's me" Lucy calls out from the other side of the door. Tim's head shoots up almost immediately, "Uh, come on in Chen!". Tim puts his paperwork back into his desk as Lucy walks in, already in her civilian clothes."Hey" she sighs, shyly."Hey" he replies, looking her up and down.She approaches him, keeping cautious, "I get why you're angry. Even though you were miserable as court liaison and I spearheaded an almost impossible five-player trade to save you... I shouldn't have done it all behind your back.""Is that an apology?" Tim questions"Yes" Lucy replies"Alright""No! Look, because you never would've let me work my magic if I had told you, and then I would have ended up transferring to another station to save you from yourself, and...this worked out so much better. And if you can't see that, I'm sorry not sorry.""Okay. I accept you non-apology" Tim laughs"Good""Good""So are we going to dinner or what?" Chen asks"We are. But uh, your outfit is missing a little something" Tim replies, reaching for his desk drawer"What?" Lucy questions, as Tim opens the drawer, pulling out a little black box"Happy Valentine's Day" Bradford says, handing Lucy the boxHe smiles as she opens it, a hint of curiosity in her eye"Oh, wow! It's beutiful. Did you pick this out youself?" She says, pulling out a small golden necklace"I did, is that shocking?" Tim asked, reaching out to offer to put the necklace on Lucy"No. You clearly have good taste" she says, pulling her hair away for Tim can clasp the necklace "Thank you""Do you wanna skip dinner" Lucy asks, almost a whisper"What would we do?" Tim asks, already knowing her answer...

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[roguelucychen]

Not Even For Me - Chenford fanfiction

Warnings: Violence, attempted SA, mention of drvgs, Smut

#therookie #Chenford #chenfordfanfic

1st chapter:

Latest chapter:

[new-fandom-scene]

Lucy “Freak in the Sheets” Chen

[loomiseater]

Quicke

warnings: smut ofc!, handcuffs, public sex, breeding kink if u squint, and first person.

Criticism is appreciated! I would love to know how I can improve on my writing.

A/N: I did not proofread this shit💀.

Tim Bradford x fem!reader

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Written: September 2nd, 2023

Published: June 15th, 2024

Summary: Your husband wants a quickie.

Wc: 697

“Just a quickie, please baby?” He whined while dragging me into the bathroom. “No you have to do your work and I don’t wanna interrupt that” I explained trying to get away but he pushed me back to the counter. “Patrol can wait. I’m stressed and I need my wife’s pussy to calm me down” he said as I let out a laugh. “You are so unserious” I said as he rolled his eyes.

“And why would you wear a sundress? You know I can’t control myself whenever you wear those” he said while gripping my ass as I tried to hold in my moans. “You gonna let me get a nut or what?” He asked as I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“Fine” I said as he excitedly turned me around. He pulled my dress up and slapped my ass as I squealed. “Babe that hurt!” I complained. “No panties?” He asked while gripping my hair. “You gonna arrest me officer Bradford?” I teasingly asked as put the handcuffs on me.

“I’m gonna do more than that” he said while taking his belt off and pulling his pants down. “I love when you fuck me in your uniform” I said. “Oh yeah?” He asked while giving me a smirk. He shoved himself in me with no warning as covered my mouth with his hands. “Fuck you feel so good” he moaned as he was pounding into me. All you heard was the sounds of our skin clapping and Tim grunting here and there. “Your dick is too big!” I whispered yelled as he chuckled.

“I know baby but you can take it” he said as he angled his thrusts deeper. “Yes!” I shouted as he slapped my ass and started thrusting into me even faster. “Shut the hell up you’re gonna get us caught!” He said into my ear. “Fuckkk baby” I moaned as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. “Mhhhm you’d look so sexy carrying my kids” he said as I felt him twitch inside of me signaling that he was close.

“Yeah? Fill my pussy up with your cum daddy” I said as he started grabbing my boobs while sloppily thrusting into me. I started fucking him back as he was trying to catch himself. “I wanna have all your kids officer Bradford” I said as I felt him cum inside of me. “Fuck I’m cumming” he moaned as his warm seed was dripping out of me. As he was coming down from his high he snaked his hands around the front of my waist and started rubbing my clit. “Timmmmm!” I moaned. “What baby?” He asked while sucking on my neck.

“I’m gonna cum” I said as I felt that feeling in my lower stomach. He unhand cuffed me as turned me around and got on his knees as he started lapping um my juices. “Shit!” I squealed as I was rubbing the back of his head. He pulled away and said “I’m gonna milk this pretty pussy” he said as he attached his mouth on my clit. The feeling was amazing. I pushed his head deeper as I felt his nose touching my clit and him sloppily eating me out.

I lost it and came all over his face. “There you go mamas, such a good girl” he said while rubbing my pussy as I squirted on his face and he was enjoying it. He was still eating me out as I was squirting. My whole body was shaking due to the euphoric feeling. He placed one last kiss on my clit and stood up and sloppily kissed me as I could taste me juices on his lips. “You should taste yourself more often” he said as I giggled.

“Tonight..I’m gonna run you hot a bath” I started while rubbing his shoulders as he hummed “Then I’m gonna cook you dinner and after that you’re in charge for the rest of the night” I said. “I like the sound of that” he said while smirking.

“You better be prepared because I’m gonna fuck this pussy all night” he said while placing a kiss on the top of my boobs.

[yourenotdonefighting]

E is for 'Every time I tried to write something else, I wrote this fluffy smut instead.'

Enjoy! xx.

Lucy knows Tim like the back of her hand.

She knows how he likes his coffee (black, unless she has that pumpkin spice oat milk creamer that he adamantly pretends to hate but actually secretly loves.) She knows which shoe he puts on first and exactly how he sorts his paperwork and can tell what his mood is just by pulling up his most recent playlist.

Lucy knows far more about Tim than she knows about anyone else, something that happens completely by accident when you spend 12 hours a day with someone for the better part of two years.

Lucy knows every button to push. She knows when to push them and when not to. And she knows which ones make him come apart in her hands.

Which is why, when she decides to take Tim to dinner after an undercover op and tease him within an inch of his life, she never imagines it would backfire so spectacularly.

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TIMid

Shooting the Messenger

Thank you to @queseraone for tagging me. I don’t know ten people so I’m just gonna do this so the ring™ doesn’t happen to me and I don’t die in seven days.

[rookieoneil]

The Tortured Police Department

Take you back to my house (I haven’t decided yet)

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Preview

Lucy groaned inwardly, frustrated with herself as much as with him. “You’re just—” She gestured vaguely, trying to find the right words. “You’re being all… you. And it’s annoying.”

Tim’s confusion deepened, a small, puzzled frown tugging at his lips. “That’s all I know how to be, Lucy.”

Lucy rolled her eyes, but there was no real heat behind it. “Yeah, well, it’s really inconvenient.”

[leslieseveride]

tim's dressing up as santa for the kids this year and lucy's gonna be just a little too into it.

[chenswild]

NOTHING SEEMS TO BURN ME LIKE YOU DO - PROLOGUE

SUMMARY: Her touch is just like a torch as her fingertips graze over his skin; and Tim swears he can feel it burning through him, scorching his blood, and leaving its mark as if she’s branding him as hers.

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[roguelucychen]

Lucy Chen's Bitch:

Who knew showering could be dirtier than paintball?

[rookielover]

Being born into a royal family was not the easiest thing Tim kind of hated it. He was constantly under public scrutiny and had very little privacy. He also had to live up to certain expectations and responsibilities that came with being royalty. Tim longed for a simpler life where he could make his own choices and live without the constant pressure and attention.

What made it worse was he was the oldest kid in the family, and therefore felt the pressure to be a role model and set a good example for his younger siblings. This added pressure and responsibility only intensified the stress and anxiety he felt about the situation. It also made it harder for him to open up and seek help, as he didn't want to burden his family or disappoint them.

And when his parents called him into the room that day he knew it would not be good

"Father," Tim said as he entered the room, his heart racing with anticipation. His mother and father were both waiting for him, their expressions serious and grave. Timothy could feel a sense of dread wash over him as he wondered what they could want to discuss with him. Taking a deep breath, he prepared himself for whatever news they were about to share.

"Timothy, please take a seat," he huffed, slouching down into the chair and crossing his arms over his chest. His expression was annoyed and his body language conveyed a sense of irritation. It was clear that he was not happy with the situation at hand. "Have I done something?"

"No, you haven't done anything wrong. However, we do have a very important discussion that needs to be held with you."

"What?" he grumbled, clearly irritated by the interruption. "We have your marriage contract ready." "Excuse me?" Tim quickly asked his father. "Your father said we have your marriage contract ready."

"I know Mom, but why?" Tim questioned, perplexed by the news. "Because it's time for you to get married and start a family," his mother replied with a smile. Tim couldn't believe it. He had always dreamed of finding the perfect partner on his terms, not through a pre-arranged marriage. He knew he had to stand up for himself and make his own decisions.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!”

“Talk to your mother like that again and I will personally beat your ass. I will not tolerate any disrespect towards her.”

"I’m sorry," he had to force that apology out as he felt so much anger boiling within him, he knew it was foolish but he couldn’t stand the idea of marrying a woman who not only wasn't his choice but was picked by his mother and father. It was a situation where he was not in control of his life, and he was expected to accept and comply like a well-behaved good little son. However, he couldn't just sit back and let his parents dictate his future. He needed to take a stand and make his own decisions, even if it meant going against his family's wishes.

"That's more like it," he said, watching his son's actions. "Now let's go over it together." He wanted to make sure his son understood the task at hand and was able to complete it successfully.

"Dad—"

"It is beyond debate Timothy, me and your mother believe it is time for you to get married. It's important for your future and the growth of our family."

“Why me Dad, why not Genny?” Tim shouted, looking between his parents desperately.” Timothy, you're the oldest, now's the time to step up and take responsibility. The day will come when you are king, and I want to be sure that whomever you marry will be able to carry the throne with you."

“What if I don’t want to be the king?”

“Timothy, I am not going to allow my son to marry some bimbo who cannot handle the responsibilities of the throne. You were born into this family, and you will inherit the throne one day regardless of what you feel about it.”

“Yeah yeah okay Dad ever. Who are you going to try and set me up with this time, some prissy princess with too much makeup and a stick up her ass?”

"That's enough Timothy! I don't appreciate your tone or your dismissive attitude towards this discussion. It is not just some 'prissy princess' we're talking about, it is a serious matter to choose the woman who will be by your side and the mother of your children. Do you not realize the importance of your choice? Your responsibility to maintain the royal bloodline and uphold the legacy of this family?"

“Yeah yeah I don’t need you to remind me, Dad I know my place, I mean I know the history of this family that I was born into, and now I need to continue it by marrying a princess or queen, right?” he asked with a hint of mockery to his voice

"The legacy of this family is a serious matter, son. The woman you choose to be your wife has to understand her responsibilities and her role within the family. Now, there is a woman we have in mind for you and I will be talking to her father today to arrange your wedding. Your mother and I have already met her and were quite impressed by her virtues. She will be an ideal mate and I expect you will show her the utmost respect."

“Tell me you're joking!”

"I am not joking, Timothy. I am quite serious. And I expect you to obey my wishes and be respectful towards the bride we have chosen for you. She is a fine, virtuous woman who will make an excellent match for you and it is your duty as my son and the heir to the throne to marry her and keep the royal bloodline going."

“And If I don’t agree with all this royal marriage crap and just want to marry for love Dad. Huh?” he said with a slight hint of anger in his voice

"You are showing me utter stubbornness and disrespect, Timothy! I am trying to help you, and this is how you react!? What kind of heir are you, a spoiled little boy who can't see reason? A proper heir would have acknowledged the importance of maintaining the royal bloodline and chosen a wife based on her virtue and ability to be a great mother, not some silly notion of falling in love. Are you too self-absorbed to see reason!? I expect you to straighten your back and stop acting like a defiant child!"

“What am I supposed to do just marry some girl I don’t love just to please you and uphold the bloodline. The fact that we are sitting here now discussing the future of my marriage is already bullshit.” he was screaming now not even bothering to be discreet about it

“You are supposed to marry the girl of my choosing so that you can uphold the bloodline and maintain the reputation of this family! Do you think I care about your personal feelings!? No! I care about the interests of this kingdom and this family! The fact that you are arguing with me is already showing me your immaturity and lack of respect. Do what I tell you and marry the girl of my choosing or face the consequences!”

Tim remains silent, unable to voice his true feelings. He yearns to get away from these expectations and pressures of this life. He hates being in this family where he feels like a puppet, constantly being told what decisions he has to make and who he must obey. He would give anything to be free from this burden and be able to choose his destiny, yet he knows he can't. His parents have already chosen his path for him and he must follow it. He can't express his anger or frustration to them out of fear of disappointing them.

“When shall I meet the bride.”

"You shall meet her soon I shall arrange for a dinner gathering of the two families so that you may meet her. In the meantime, I expect you to straighten your attitude towards this matter. There is a time to be frivolous and a time to be serious, and this is one of those times. This is a very important decision and I cannot have you being flippant or dismissive towards the process."

“Yes sir……tell me about her.”

"The bride's name is Ashley McGrady, and her father's name is Jerry McGrady. They are a very respectable and influential family in the kingdom with great standing and renown. This will be quite a formal and prestigious event as the two families will be introduced and allowed to know each other. Please behave yourself appropriately and be on your best behavior at the banquet."

“ I can't make any promises I mean fuck Dad I don't even know the girl I'm expected to marry.”

"Son, listen to me when I say these words. This is not a matter for you to have an opinion on. This is not a matter that your feelings should dictate. This is an obligation. This marriage has already been arranged and nothing you do or say would change this. You need to act like a man and do your duties for this family. Is that clear!?"

“I don't even know what she looks like.”

"It doesn't matter what she looks like, son. That is not the issue here. The point is that this is an arranged marriage, a political marriage if you will, and that means you must marry the bride who has been chosen for you for the good of the family. It is not about your feelings or your desires. It is about doing what is best for the kingdom. "

“I understand but y'all aren't even giving me anything.”

"What do you mean, son? This is a marriage. This is not some sort of business transaction, this is an alliance made between two powerful families for the good of the kingdom. You don't get anything out of it because the whole premise of an arranged marriage is that the son and daughter serve to strengthen the bonds between their families. You are expected to do your duties and uphold the family name and legacy. This is a far bigger picture than just you and what you want."

“Oh great so not only do I have to marry someone I don’t love but I also get nothing out of it, why can’t I just find a woman I love and marry her?”

“Tim your mother and I were arranged and turned out fine.”

“Fine? Are you joking? You guys absolutely despise each other!”

"That is not the point here, son. The point is that this is a marriage of duty and it is expected that you complete this duty for the sake of the kingdom. This is not a marriage for the sake of your feelings, it is a marriage for the sake of the royal bloodline. Do not argue with me further about this. You will marry who I choose and there is no point in arguing with me about it. This conversation is over."

“So that's it. I don't have a choice but to marry this girl and I won't be able to get out of this? There has to be another way.”

“Son she's the best option, what else are you going to marry a commoner?!”

“So what if I did? At least I would have fallen in love with her. Maybe she would have cared about me and what I thought.”

"Fall in love with a commoner!? Son, you are insulting me with such a ridiculous claim. I would never allow you to marry someone with such low status. This is a matter of the kingdom and the royal bloodline. I will not have it tainted by common blood. You are being unreasonable and you're acting like a spoiled little child who won't listen to reason. This marriage has already been planned and approved. There is no more discussion to be had on the matter. Just accept your fate and be done with this."

"Fuck you," he snarled before storming out of the room and down the hall, his vision blurred with anger. His actions were fueled by the hurt and resentment he felt towards the person who had betrayed him. As he stormed away, he couldn't help but think about how much he had trusted and cared for them, only to be met with such betrayal.

The pain and anger he felt were overwhelming, but he knew he needed to walk away before he said or did something he would regret.

The door slams shut behind him and it is silent in the room as Timothy storms past all the servants he heads to one of the rooms slams open the door and throws himself on the bed. He was frustrated, angry, and resentful of this whole situation he couldn’t believe that his parents were forcing him into this marriage with someone he had no feelings for, all these emotions were building up inside of him making him more and more angry with each second passing. He couldn’t believe this was his life now.

Timothy lies on the bed, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of this situation. He is angry and frustrated at the lack of control over his life and the unfairness of it all. He didn't ask to be born into this family or to have his entire life and future planned out for him, and he is sick of not having any choices in how he lives his life. He lies there unable to sleep, feeling completely helpless and alone in his anger.

He just wished he could love, the only problem was he couldn't seem to find anyone who was right for him. All the people he met were either too different or too similar to him, and he couldn't seem to find a connection with anyone. He longed for a deep, meaningful love, but it seemed like it was just out of reach.

(STORY IS ALSO ON MY AO3 https://archiveofourown.org/works/53524270 )

[goodgirlssayiloveyoutoo]

Lucy is still riding the high of the Captain’s compliments and she is nearly skipping by the time she’s leaving the station, torn between inviting Jackson to celebrate at the new Mexican place on her block or opting for a few beers and an early evening hike, feeling completely invincible due to the compliments from a woman she admires so much.

Her plans take an unexpected turn when she bumps into Lopez in the hallway. The other woman thrusts a plastic bag containing hydrogen peroxide, baking soda, and dish soap into Lucy's arms, causing her to fumble the bottles in confusion.

“Your TO, your responsibility, boot.” Lopez instructs, her tone authoritative,  “I got Bradford the stuff to get the smell out but I’ve got a date so he’s your problem now.”

“Oh I actually have pla-“ 

“He’s in the locker room!” Lopez waves an airy, dismissive hand as she makes her way out of the precinct, a handsome blonde man happily following behind her, leaving Lucy really no option but to follow her directions.

Lucy knocks on the men’s locker room door and pushes it open a crack, “Tim?” 

“In here, Lopez!” Came his response. 

"Not Lop-" Lucy starts, then stops abruptly as she enters and finds Tim standing there, fresh from the shower, clad only in a towel, and glaring at an empty can of tomato juice as if it had personally offended him.

Tim only looks mildly perturbed by it being his boot delivering the goods and not his friend. He shifts his towel so it’s higher on his hips and Lucy does everything she can not to follow the dip of his hips down into the fabric. Her TO is hot, she isn’t immune to that. What worries her is exactly how attractive she finds him.

[heclosescases]

Handcuffs (A 5 + 1 Chenford Fic)

Five times Tim uses his cuffs on Lucy, and one time Lucy uses her cuffs on Tim.

In the spirit of finishing half-complete fics today, I think I am finally brave enough to post this.

This is my first attempt at writing Chenford smut. I don't write much smut anyway so I hope it is okay 😅 I just had this idea and, well, had to write it.

[lovemesomechenford]

I’ve read less than 60 mins of Chenford ao3 fanfic today… it’s getting really sad over here 😢

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Rating updated to E