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aristarr · 3 days ago

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Can you imagine the following: your favourite grandma passes away, leaving you and your family a great estate of hers, a lady cat, and a huge pile of unsolved mysteries. Liam Dunbar doesn't even have to try - he lives it. So when right after his parents leave for arranging the documents a mysterious neighbour appears on his porch he's not even surprised (but maybe a little bit scared) But oh well - he definitely should be

“They left me here alone, Mase. Do you hear me? Alone” Liam states emphasizing the last word, his voice bouncing around the empty corridors adding to the creepiness of the castle.

“Oh dude, don't be such a drama queen. It can't be that bad” the cheerful voice on the other end makes Liam's eye tweak a little, which hasn't happened since he passed that stupid biology exam last year. And that definitely doesn't help to calm down.

“Oh sure, you're so right,” the boy starts, placing his phone closer to his mouth. He coughs softly before going on, now fully switching to yelling. "This place is fucking huge and no fucking way I'm sleeping here alone! I could easily be murdered here and nobody will notice my dead body! Or oh well somebody will, you know who? My parents who come back to this place in a week just to find out their son being fucking dead!!"

“Gosh, Liam, nobody will murd…” the loud knock on a wooden door makes Liam squeak and freeze right there, in the center of the main hall, breathless.

“Who's there?” Mason asks, his voice finally acquiring some worry in it. “Liam, what's happening?”

“I guess the removal men have arrived?” Liam answers hesitantly, his heart still throbbing somewhere in his throat. He takes a few steps towards the door, trying to make out any noise behind it. Nothing. What is…rather concerning.

“So,” Liam goes back to the phone call, “do you think I should open it or?”

“Would be really nice if you do,” the removal man in question says, and it takes less than a minute for Liam to throw a quick “bye Mase!” and open the door. And then it takes him more than five minutes to remember the basic rules of etiquette.

“I guess that’s when you say “hi”” the man suggests and smiles, looking at Liam with his soft green eyes and just like that Liam forgets the tiny bits of a greeting speech he had in his mind a second ago.

“Uh, ugh yes, you’re right! Hi! Sorry for that” he chuckles, and hearing the other man laughing softly in response doesn’t help at all. “So, uhm, there’s your truck? Do you… do you need any help with the boxes? Sorry if it’s a weird question, but you don’t have other people with you so I thought you might need extra hands and…”

“My truck?” The man’s confused voice makes the situation even more awkward and Liam wishes he didn’t agree to go here in the first place. But when the “removal man” opens his mouth to say a word, Liam interrupts him as if stricken by a sudden realization.

“Oh wait! You’re not…you’re not here to bring our stuff, right?”

“I am not, unfortunately. Sorry to disappoint you”

“No, no, no! That’s me! I’m really sorry about all this confusion” He stays like that for a while, smiling at the other man, before suddenly realizing that his now guest is still outside the mansion. “Oh gosh, come in, it’s really freezing outside”

“Thank you for the invitation” the guest says, entering the hall. Liam closes the door, wincing at its squeaking, before joining the man, who was looking around.

“So, who are you then? I’m Liam, by the way. Liam Dunbar. That’s my grandma’s mansion. She died a few days ago” oh shut up Liam, just shut up. What next? Your whole biography? Write him a book and sign it.

“I’m really sorry for your loss. I’m Theo Raeken, I live nearby. I came by to say “hi” to new residents. You know, I was really close to your grandmother”

“Really? That’s cool! Maybe you could help with some notes she left for us. If you don’t mind of course!” Liam adds, giving himself mental facepalms. He definitely failed the first impression.

“It would be a great pleasure of mine” Theo says, smiling with that smile of his that makes Liam almost enchanted. He stares at Theo for what seems like eternity, when the man suddenly turns his head towards the stairs, the gesture breaking the weird freeze. Liam shakes his head, looking the same direction.

“Oh, and he’s there” rubbing the scratch, Liam takes a seat at a nearby armchair, inviting Theo to do the same.

“Don’t bother yourself with him, he’s crazy. He almost bit me when I wanted to pat him and then left a few scratches while running away”

“Well, I guess that’s because it’s ‘she’” Theo says, to Liam’s surprise taking the cat in his arms. “Lady Lydia, as your grandmother called her”

“Lady Lydia?” Liam asks, confusion all over his face, “I don’t remember her having a cat at all actually. When she wrote about her in her will I was rather confused”

“Oh did she?” Theo asks, patting the cat, now calm and quiet in his arms, “that’s interesting. What did she write exactly?”

Yes! It’s now or never. Having another person here it’ll be less scary to live through the night, right?

“I can actually show you. Uhm, wouldn’t you mind a cup of tea? And you’re so good with animals I guess uh Lady Lydia wouldn’t mind having you here either”

Theo laughs, his eyes finding Liam’s again and everything becomes so slow and peaceful, as if no fear was there before. He rubs the cat behind her ear, making out some soft little purrs out of Lady Lydia, before finally giving his answer

“It would be a great pleasure to be your company, Liam Dunbar”

#that's the first piece of writing I wrote in a ... few months?? and it feels so good to be back on track!!#I just had a sudden inspiration and couldn't resist!!!#based on a previous repost!!!#I'm really proud of this one actually!!! I like how cool the moodboards look like!!!#and again I'm pulling my favourite Theo&Lydia here🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻#teen wolf #theo raeken #liam dunbar #thiam #lydia martin #theo&lydia #moodboards #teen wolf moodboard #teenwolf fanfiction #aristarcuswritesstuff

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wraithlafitte · 10 months ago

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coffee and whiskey

pairing: tim rockford x f!reader

CONTENT: angsty romance, love confession, smut - sweet sweet lovemaking, consent/reassuring 🥵, slow erotic undressing due to the many layers of business professional clothing, marking, SO much kissing, oral (f! receiving), tim is a thigh guy and kind of a munch, safe sex, tim talks u thru it, multiple orgasms, cockwarming and cuddling

word count: 3.1k

a/n: my contribution to @iamasaddie's ✏️ writing game :3 this is some of my best work i almost feel like it's wasted on a character i'm not invested in 😭

When Tim finally emerged from his office to refill his coffee mug, he had to stop dead in his tracks. He rubbed his eyes. Was he dreaming?

Stood at the other side of the bullpen, talking to his captain, was a figure all-too-familiar. After all, how could he forget the magnetic presence of the woman he loved?

As if you sensed his presence too, you turned and looked him straight in the eye. You shook the captain's hand and excused yourself, walking towards Tim.

Tim backed into his office and shut the door, leaning against it. Why were you here? You swore you would never come back to the precinct.

A soft knock sounded behind his head. "Tim," you called through the door. "Let me in."

He couldn't resist you. His hand rested on the brass doorknob for a moment before he slowly, warily pulled the door open, allowing you to brush past him into his office.

"What are you doing here?" Tim's voice sounded hoarse. He was white-knuckling the handle of the mug in his hand. #1 DETECTIVE, it claimed. You had given him that mug.

You felt bad for springing this on him, especially when he was in the middle of a big case, as evidenced by the piles of notes and massive standing whiteboard, covered in scribbles and badly printed photos of suspects.

"I transferred back," you told him, giving him a half-hearted smile. "Narcotics was... boring. We're partners again."

"Why? Last time I saw you..." Tim let his voice trail off, not wanting to remind himself of how he'd embarrassed himself at your parting.

"That's just it, Tim." You step closer to him, placing a manicured hand on his arm. "I've been thinking... about what you said."

Tim blinked, surprised. "And?" he husked.

You sighed, dropping your hand. "I was hoping you would come over to my place, and we can talk about it over a nightcap."

He cleared his throat. "Can't. Got work to do."

"It's 11 o'clock. Captain Braumbauer told me to take you home." Your eyes widened as you realized what you had said. You tried to recover, stumbling through your next words. "I mean- not like that, just to- take you somewhere- get you out of the office," you tried.

Tim smiled ruefully. If you weren't so damn cute, it would be easier to tell you no. "Alright," he said. He plunked the mug down on his desk amongst the loose sheafs of paper and grabbed his coat off the hook by the door. "Let's go."

Tim paused in the doorway of your apartment, looking past you into the space that was all-too-familiar, yet strangely alternate to the place he remembered.

You were already in the kitchen, rooting around in your alcohol cabinet. Tim finally worked up the courage to pass the threshold, gently clicking the door shut behind him.

"Make yourself at home," you called. He followed the trail of your shoes, coat, and blazer, stopping in the living room area adjacent to the kitchen. Your back was turned to him as you poured whiskey into a pair of gold-rimmed rocks glasses he had gotten you one Christmas. He admired your hair, spilling over your shoulders, released from the tight updo you had worn to work. Tim always had liked your hair.

You turned around, glasses in hand, and Tim shifted his eyes down, not wanting to let on that he'd been checking you out.

"Let's go sit down," you said softly, handing him a drink. He trailed after you to the couch, perching himself stiffly on the edge. You both sat there in silence awkwardly for a minute, not looking at each other, until finally you took a big swig of your drink for courage and spoke.

"Like I said before, I've been thinking a lot about... you know." The "you know" in question was the reason you had left the precinct in the first place, abandoning the best partner you'd ever had.

Tim sipped on his drink uncomfortably, eyes fixed on the carpet. What were you going to say? Would you confirm or deny his feelings?

"I shouldn't have left like that," you began. "Not after you told me how you felt. I was just... I don't know. Afraid. Of commitment. Of ruining our professional relationship." You sighed, looking up at the popcorn ceiling. "But I guess I did that anyway."

"Yeah," Tim mumbled. Was he hearing you right? Because it sounded like you were telling him you had felt the same way, at least back then.

You cleared your throat, wringing your hands in your lap. "I guess what I'm trying to say is...."

Tim looked expectantly up at you, eyes widening. It would be harder to tell him what you were about to say if he wasn't so damn cute.

"I love you too."

Tim was stunned into silence. He had given up on finding romance at this stage of his life, assuming that his one chance was gone and that he was too old to get another one. Most girls looking to date were in their 20s, after all. But here you were, the woman in his dreams, the object of his desire, equally middling in age and unfairly beautiful, and you wanted him.

You averted your eyes from his gaze. How did you know if he even felt the same way anymore? You had been gone for two years, maybe he got over you-

You heard the sound of a Tim's glass clinking down on the coffee table. A warm, calloused hand snaked under your chin, lifting your head. His eyes were warm and filled with emotion. He just looked at you for a second. Then he pulled you in.

His lips were warm and cracked and he smelled like coffee and whiskey. You melted into him, letting the gravity of his presence overwhelm you, reeling you in like a fish on the proverbial hook. His scruffy beard scratched against your chin as his mouth worked against yours, rubbing your skin raw, but you didn't care.

Tim disconnected his lips from you, resting his forehead against yours. "I love you still," he whispered.

You looped your arms around his neck, pulling his lips back to yours. You hadn't even finished your whiskey, but you were drunk on him, head fuzzy and filled with the taste of his tongue and the feeling of his hands gripping the side of your neck, your waist, creeping up your back to rest between your shoulder blades.

Your arms dropped to his waist, grasping under his suit jacket at his white dress shirt, trying to pull it out of his slacks. You needed to be closer to him. You wanted to crawl inside his skin and live there forever... wait, that sounded creepy.

Tim got the idea and he shucked off his jacket one arm at a time, never breaking the kiss. He firmly grabbed your shirt at the middle of your back and hiked it up out of your navy pencil skirt, exposing your skin to the night air.

Your hands finally found success with his shirt, ravenously pushing it up and out of the way so you could feel the warm skin of his back.

He pulled away, reaching down to loosen his belt, the clink of the metal sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't bear to be away from him this long, you decided, and grabbed him by the straps of his shoulder holster, hauling him over you as you fell back onto the couch, giggling.

Tim looked down at you reverently, eyes shining, and leaned down to plant a firm kiss to the corner of your mouth before sitting back up, hurriedly ridding himself of the holster and his shoes. His hands shook as he tried to unbutton his shirt.

"Hurry up, old man," you teased, eyes twinkling as you sat up to help him. You undid the last few buttons, running your hands up his soft torso and over his bare shoulders, pushing the shirt somewhere behind him to be forgotten.

He gripped your waist and gently laid you down again, pulling a throw pillow to cradle your head. His fingers skated up to the top button of your blouse, then hesitated.

"Is this okay?" Tim murmured, brow knitted together, his big brown doe eyes flashing with doubt.

You take his hand with both of yours and press his palm flat above your heart. "Tim. I love you. I want this."

He smiled shyly, lifting his hand to slowly undo the buttons on your blouse. His breath hitched as your lacy white bra slowly came into view, your smooth breasts rising and falling with every heavy, wanton breath you took. His arm encircled your waist underneath the fabric, lifting you up slightly to pull the blouse away from your body with his other hand.

Tim pressed your body to his and kissed you tenderly, lips traveling down the side of your face, your neck, and your collarbones before finally settling on your breasts, nipping and sucking at the swells above the seam of your bra. Marking you as his.

You arched your back and released a breathy sigh as he moved down your torso, kissing every inch of bare skin, nuzzling into your soft flesh. He got to the waistline of your skirt and you helped him by unhooking and unzipping the side so he could pull it off of you, followed by your nylons.

You looked practically heavenly beneath him, glowing underneath the lamplight. Of course your panties matched your bra, he thought. You were so put-together. He admired that about you.

Thumbing the waistband of your panties, Tim looked up at you for permission. You nodded encouragingly, a gentle, reassuring smile gracing your face, so he hooked his fingers around the waistband and slowly pulled your panties down your legs. Dropping them on the ground, he took hold of your knees, draping one over his shoulder and pressing the other to your chest.

You only felt a little self-conscious about being fully exposed to him while he was still clothed. The way he regarded you, with such adoration, put any doubts in your mind to rest.

"You're so beautiful," Tim whispered, his head dipping down to shower kisses to the inside of your thighs, wrapping around to the swell of your ass and back again. He began to nip at the skin at the base of your left thigh, trying to leave marks there too. Sparks of sensation shot from everywhere his lips touched straight to your core.

When Tim was satisfied with the marks he had left scattered on your thighs, he kissed his way back up to where you wanted him most. He looked glorious between your legs, graying curls tousled, his tanned, strong arms manipulating your body to just the right angle for him.

Seeing the way you looked at him was all Tim needed to take the final step over the line. He placed an open-mouthed kiss to your pussy and dived in, licking into your cunt agonizingly slowly, alternating between lapping up your arousal and sucking on your clit.

Perhaps because you hadn't gotten any for years, or perhaps because Tim was a pussy god, your climax started building remarkably quickly. The fire that burned in your gut was unlike anything you could have lit yourself.

A string of soft moans left your lips as your hands wandered into his hair, clutching him close to you. He groaned slightly at the pressure, the sound rumbling through your core. As he licked into your hole, his nose rubbed against your clit, mustache tickling your center, and you couldn't help but grind against his face. His hands gripped the outside of your thighs, holding you perfectly in place as you rocked in his grasp.

"Taste- so- perfect," Tim mumbled in between licks. You gave a high pitched whine in response, bucking your hips into his face. He was basically making out with your cunt at this point, which shouldn't have been as hot as it was. When he latched onto your clit, looking up at your face to see your reaction, nose shining with your juices, it was too much to bear.

Your eyes screwed shut as you felt yourself tipping over the edge, clasping your fingers tightly into his hair. Your thighs lurched shut around his head. Tim groaned happily, circling his tongue around your clit as he sucked. You came with a cry, powerful waves of pleasure wracking your body as he kept stimulating you until you finally managed to pull him off and squirm away, panting.

Tim covered your spasming core with his hand, pressing down lightly, taking some interest in the way your pussy quivered against his palm. He looked up at you so innocently, face covered in your arousal, and laid his head against your thigh, kissing it gently.

"God, that was good," you said, catching your breath. "How are you so good at that?"

He grinned impishly against your leg. "It's a God-given talent."

You laughed as he crawled over top of you, wiping his mouth and scruff. You took his face in your hands and pulled him in for a kiss. "Take your pants off, Rockford," you tell him sternly, unable to hide your smile.

"Yes ma'am," he replied in mock seriousness, standing to quickly drop his pants and boxers, finally revealing himself to you. God, his cock was pretty, standing at attention and leaking. A new wave of arousal rushed to your core as you realized he got that turned on just by eating you out.

Opening his hand, he revealed a small foil square that must have come from his pocket, back when his pockets were still within reach. He tore it open carefully with his teeth, peeling the rubber out and rolling it down his cock. Part of you was disappointed that he wouldn't be going in raw, because you wanted to feel every bit of his skin, but you also melted at his protectiveness. He was always like that with you, willing to take a bullet or a beating for you.

Tim knelt on the couch above you, arranging your legs around his waist. You put your hands around his torso and pulled him down to kiss him again. You wanted your lips to be attached 24/7 from now on. Okay, maybe that was a little extreme. But you were too drunk on him to care.

He smoothed your hair back from your face. His cock hung heavy against your stomach, and you just wanted him now.

"You ready?" Tim asked gently, his rough fingers stroking your hair where he had pushed it out of your eyes.

"Yes," you whispered, feeling like your heart would explode.

"M'gonna put it in now, okay?" His dark eyes sparkled in the dim light.

You nodded, breath quickening as Tim shifted above you, lining up with your entrance, burying his face in your neck, and-

"Oh," you whimpered as he pushed into you, kissing your neck again and again, whispering praises in your ear. He bottomed out and stayed still, waiting for you to adjust to him.

"Y'okay?" Tim raised his head and looked at you adoringly. You nodded, biting your lip. "Doing so good, baby." He pressed a kiss to your lips and began thrusting slowly.

You wrapped your hands around his strong shoulders and held him close, not wanting to let him get any farther away than necessary. His skin was hot against yours as he moved against you, settling into rhythm. Your hand moved up the back of his neck to lace into his hair, tugging lightly. He groaned and connected his lips to yours once more, mouths moving in passionate time with his hips against yours.

You felt yourself getting close again; the lack of space between you meant that he was grinding down on your clit with every shallow thrust. Your grasp tightened in his hair and your cunt clenched around his cock.

"Damn, baby, if you keep doing that I won't last," Tim grunted against your mouth, gritting his teeth. "Don't have the stamina I used to."

"It's okay," you murmured, planting kisses into his beard. "I love you. I love you," you repeated, voice getting a little frantic. "I love you, oh God Tim, I'm gonna come again!"

"Come on baby, give it to me," he rumbled, holding himself up on one elbow and reaching down to the place you were connected, gathering up some of your slick and using it to rub your clit gently. That same burning, Tim-shaped fire ignited in your core, guided by his cock inside you and his fingers outside you, a double-pronged torrent of sensation that quickly had you coming undone.

Tim growled deep in his throat as you came around his cock, wailing as your second orgasm hit harder than your first. "That's it, baby. Come for me, come for me," he was chanting in your ear as you gasped and spasmed in his embrace. "Feel so good, gonna make me come too," he persisted, voice strained as his thrusts began to falter.

His hips stuttered to a halt and he gave one last deep plunge into your pussy before he kissed you deeply, sending a drawn-out moan down your throat. You felt his cock twitch inside you, filling the condom with his release. Your hand fisted his hair, the other gripping onto his shoulder, holding him close like your life depended on it. His will to hold himself upright gave out and he collapsed gingerly on top of you, finally breaking the kiss and taking in big puffs of air.

You were hot and sticky with his sweat and yours, but you were strangely comfortable. You stroked his hair tenderly, nuzzling into his neck and breathing in his scent. Coffee and whiskey and sex.

"I love you," Tim whispered, turning his face inward to your ear, landing a kiss just below your jaw.

You kissed his shoulder in response. He made an effort to get up, but you pulled him back down. "Let's just stay like this, for a little while." He hummed in agreement, settling down on top of you, still inside you. You ruffled his hair affectionately.

"Thank you for still loving me," you said softly. You had never been more happy to have someone waiting for you.

"How could I not, angel?" Tim murmured back, caressing your face. "You're everything to me. Have been for a long time." He kissed your lips chastely, smiling radiantly.

"You are too," you replied. "Even if I didn't realize it."

dividers by @cafekitsune and @saradika-graphics

#✏️ game #tim rockford x reader #tim rockford #tim rockford smut #tim rockford x you #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfiction #i actually really like this moodboard style so what if i just start making all my moodboards like this #userwraith

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