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Dinner Gone Awry - Tim Speedle

Words: 685 Summary: Tim really shouldn't have been surprised to get called away. Note(s): I have a taglist! So if you want to be tagged in the future for any of my fics, click here to fill out the form! Also, I'm so in love Speed, my god.

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“Shit.” Tim muttered, glancing at his phone that displayed a text from Horatio saying one thing: 911. He glances back up, a sorry expression on his face. “It’s fine, Tim.” She says before he can even begin to apologize. “But,” “Go. Horatio wouldn’t need you unless it was an emergency and you can make it up to me later.”

His brows furrow, he doesn’t want to leave, not when it’s their anniversary dinner, but god did he love how understanding she was about his job. “I will make it up to you.” He promises, quickly standing. Pulling out his wallet he quickly grabs his card and places it on the table. “Use my card, buy yourself whatever you want and I’ll see you at home, yeah?” He tells her, quickly leaning down and pressing their lips together. “Okay.” She murmurs, smiling as she watches as he begins to walk away.

“Text me if you need lunch!” She suddenly calls out, earning a few scandalized looks. “I will!” His near shout and thumbs up earns even more looks and she has to force an apologetic look on her face as one of the waiters approaches the table. Something told her that she’d have to buy herself dinner somewhere else with Tim’s card.

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“Well, don’t you look fancy.” Delko says, when he gets to the scene of a jet crash. He rolls his eyes, “if this what you call fancy, I feel sorry for any woman you're with.” Both of Delko’s eyebrows raise and Callie who had overheard turns to look at Speed. “I think I have to agree with Delko.” Callie says. “Button up shirt, slacks, and what is that,” she pauses to step closer and takes an exaggerated whiff, “Well, I think I smell some cologne.” He scowls at her, “where’s H?” She smiles at him, “over where the pilot was found, he’s got your kit for you.” “Thanks.” He mutters, before heading over to where the boss is.

“Any survivors?” “Yes, all three on board. One pilot, two passengers.” “A jet for two people?” “I know.” He spots his kit just a foot away from H, but before he can get over to it, H is handing over one of the camera bags. “Anything I need to look out for besides the crash.” “All three were shot.” His eyebrows go up, “Are we thinking unsuccessful murder suicide.” “I don’t know what to think.” “Alright, I’ll start taking pictures.” —

He’s dead on his feet, eyes blurry, and jaw cracking from another yawn when he finally gets to his apartment nearly thirty-six hours later. It had to be some miracle that he hadn’t crashed his Ducati, but he wasn’t about to leave it at the lab.

He slumps against the door as he kicks off his shoes, groaning at how good it feels for them not to be trapped. He considers bending over to pull off his socks, but ends up toeing them off, he didn’t want to chance falling over.

Moving away from the front door, he kicks his shoes and socks away, unknowingly kicking his socks under an end table where he won’t find them for nearly a month. With another yawn, he wanders into his bedroom, unbuttoning his slacks and then pulling both his button up and undershirt off in the same go, grunting when the button up nearly becomes stuck around his head. He tosses the shirts in the general direction of his hamper before stripping off his slacks and briefs, tossing them the same way.

He turns his neck side to side, cracking it with a relieved groan. Eyes half closed, he crawls into bed, not surprised to feel the warmth of another body in it already. He is however surprised by what he feels.

“You're naked.” He mumbles, hand moving up her side to where her fourth rib is before sliding back down to her bare hip. “For me?” His lips quirk up at her laughter. “I think you're a little too tired for that.” “Never.” She hums, “go to sleep, Tim.” “Talk to me until I do?” “Of course.”

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wildest dreams | tim speedle

pairing: tim speedle x reader [romantic pairing] [was written with a female reader in mind but no pronouns are used, so anyone can read it regardless of gender identity and preferred pronouns!!]

fandom: csi: miami

little summary: as the newest member of the csi team, working at ridiculous hours of the day is still very new to you. but getting to see a certain sarcastic coworker that you just so happen to have a crush on makes things a little easier to adjust to. a crush that is almost certainly unrequited. right?

content warnings: um,,, nothing major??? a guy is a creep to the reader at one point, tim is snarky as always, there’s swearing?? also bc this is csi, there’s mention of death and crime but it’s not focussed on super heavily!! no graphic descriptions or anything!! no spoilers for the show or anything either!!

word length: about 3000 i think??

this isn’t the best thing i’ve ever written lmao, but it’s a start?? idk, i’m just going through a csi phase and adore speed so i figured why not write this?? i apologise in advance to the wonderful people on here who write actually decent x reader fics for speed bc my work is gonna pop up with yours now and that’s not fair, you deserve better bc your work is amazing

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Miami never closes.

That was a sentence that you’d heard from one Horatio Caine countless times, to the point wherein it was almost ingrained in your brain. And it wasn’t like he was wrong. The city of Miami seemed to always be alive, whether it was four o’clock in the morning or eight o’clock at night.

And that was how you’d managed to find yourself at a crime scene at six thirty-three am.

There was a soft wind in the air as you got out of the now very familiar silver Hummer, the gravel on the floor crunching harshly under your feet. A cacophony of voices, radio feedback and that accursed gravel filled the air, hitting you almost immediately as you tried to get a good bearing on your surroundings. This was the outskirts of the city. A former industrial estate, home to nothing more now than distant memories of what it once was and now, the body of a dead woman.

“C’mon, newbie. Work to do.” The soft but impatient tone of your new co-worker Eric Delko brought you out of your studying, causing you to glance over at the man. You mumbled a soft apology, grabbing your silver kit box from the back seat as quickly as you could.

“Ignore him. The clubs will probably be closed by the time we’re done here, Delko, sorry.” Another male voice caught your attention, causing you to look back, seeing that you and Delko had now been joined by another member of the lab that you recognised. Tim Speedle.

Ever since you’d officially joined the Miami Dade crime lab a few weeks back, Tim had probably been the one that you’d worked with the most, due to your speciality being primarily Trace. And honestly, you liked working with him.

No, that was probably an understatement. You really, really liked working with him.

Sure, at first, you had been a little intimidated by him. Tim was pretty well known around the lab for having a personality that was more on the blunt side, after all, which was something that you’d learned very quickly. The man liked sarcasm, and there seemed to be some kind of dryness to almost everything he came out with. But you’d quickly grown to like that. It made the often rather monotonous work that you all often found yourselves doing more entertaining.

Plus, although you could never admit it, cause you were truthfully worried that it was unprofessional of you to do so and cause you’d convinced yourself from day one that you weren��t his type, he was very, very pretty to look at with those intense dark eyes of his.

So, yeah. You had… a slight crush on the man and were very grateful to see him. Not that you didn’t like Delko or anything, cause you sincerely did. It was just… nice to see Tim too. The fact that you’d have two people with you that you knew pretty well at this point helped with your slight uncertainty in your stomach that seemed to always be there when you approached a new scene.

Eric gave a small scoff at Tim’s dry remark, lightly hitting the man in the upper arm. “Shut up, Speedle. I just don’t appreciate being called out in the middle of the night. Shall we?”

After taking a quick moment to ensure that you both had everything that you needed from the Hummer and that the car was locked, you and Eric soon followed after Tim as he led you towards a large grey building that had presumably been white at one point and honestly looked identical to all the others that were around. How did they tell them apart, back when people had actually worked here? It wasn’t like there were any kind of clear, identifying markings on them.

The silence that had settled over the three of you was a little unsettling. And so, you decided to take it upon yourself to start up a conversation. The only issue was that you didn’t really have anything interesting to say, and thus, you had to settle for asking Tim one of the dumbest, blandest questions you’d ever asked.

“You been here long?”

A small amused exhale escaped from Eric’s lips almost immediately, which caused you to softly scrunch up your expression in mild confusion. Was he laughing at how stupid your question was? Or was there something else going on that you didn’t quite understand? Your gaze flicked from Delko to Speed, only finding yourself being even more confused by the small look that Tim appeared to shoot Delko before talking to you.

“Uh, no. No. Bout five minutes,” he answered. “Saw you two pull up so I figured I’d come say hi before heading in.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the slight look of amused disbelief that Eric wore on his expression, but were unable to even begin and try to guess why that was as you soon found yourself being approached by a man. A man that, from the way he was dressed and the way that he held himself, was clearly a cop. But it wasn’t one you recognised. You might not have been working here long, but you’d worked enough cases now to become very familiar with Tripp and Bernstein, who were typically the male members of law enforcement that you worked with. Guess they were busy. Maybe they were with Horatio and Calleigh, on whatever case they were currently working on. The detective soon produced his ID from his large coat pocket and flashed it at the three of you. That revealed that his name was apparently Detective Gillan, and he soon began to speak.

“Vic’s a Sara Anderson. Found by some teenagers that were looking to use the place as a hook-up spot. She’s over there with the ME if you wanna do your… thing.”

You softly nodded at this information, and the group soon split. Eric went to go and examine the main door of the building for anything useful, whilst you were paired with Speed and told to head inside to study the evidence around the body. Of course, this raised absolutely no objections from you. You merely told Delko that if he needed assistance with anything to just call you over, and made your way inside. Before long, the two of you had made your way inside. And after politely greeting Alexx, you began to get to work. A small, clearly out of place patch of glitter near the victim had drawn your attention, and so, you started there.

“Delko looking after you?” Tim’s voice brought you out of your thoughts a short while later, causing you to glance up from your current knelt-down position to look up at him. You tilted your head slightly to indicate you weren’t too sure what he meant, and thus, Tim brought down his camera from his face to continue talking. “You’ve been paired with him for the past few cases, yeah? I’m just making sure he’s pulling his weight and not making you do everything.”

Once you’d gotten over the brief internal rush of him asking a genuinely sweet question, you managed to compose your thoughts and give some kind of answer. “Yeah. Yeah, he’s nice. I like working with him, he’s very chill about everything.” That was truthful. You and Delko had formed some kind of weirdly strong bond during the few weeks that you’d been on the team, and he sincerely seemed like a nice guy. Messy, kinda disorganised, but still a good guy. “Kinda miss working with you so much though. I’ll have to speak to Lieutenant Caine about that,” you continued, figuring that you could get away with that. After all, it wasn’t an outright admittal of your feelings. It was just saying that you enjoyed working with him, that could be entirely platonic.

And although you couldn’t be too certain, due to the less than superb lighting in the place, you could have sworn that remark caused a small smile to briefly form on Tim’s lips. The man opened his mouth, presumably going to talk again, only for the both of you to soon find yourselves distracted by a noise. The sound of footsteps approaching you.

It wasn’t long before you figured out who it was. It was that detective. Gillan, or whatever it was. He was making his way over. Assuming that he had something to talk to Tim about, you didn’t speak, opting instead to give him a small, polite nod before you looked back down at the surface you were currently dusting. However, it wasn’t long before the man’s voice caused you to stop and look back at him. “So… you’re a CSI, right?”

That question sincerely caused a surge of confusion to run through you. If you had the dry wit of Speed in this moment or the confidence of Calleigh, this is when you’d give some biting remark about how obviously you were. Why would you be kneeling on the floor with a dusting brush in your hand if you weren’t? But you didn’t. So, instead, you settled for a much more tame response. After all, perhaps the guy was just awkward and trying to start up a conversation by stating the obvious. “Yes?” You spoke, that confusion that you were experiencing being clear in your tone.

He grinned at that, his smile being far too wide for the simple response you’d given, which was slightly unnerving. “Cool. I mean, you don’t really look like the type so I just wanted to be sure.” That was… an interesting comment. What did he mean by that? As far as you knew, there weren’t any huge stereotypes of CSI’s. It wasn’t a job like accounting, wherein everyone had a clear image of what they expected one to be like. However, unfortunately for you, it wasn’t long before you found out exactly what the man meant and exactly what his motives were for giving that comment. “I mean, you know, you’re way too pretty to be working in a gross line of work like this. You sure you didn’t get confused and sign up for the wrong career by mistake?”

You couldn’t help but tense slightly at that.

You were sure that he probably only meant it as a compliment. And you weren’t someone that was some kind of strict workaholic who only cared about what they were doing. If someone approached you and made light conversation, you’d quite happily talk to them. Hell, you’d lost count of the amount of times you’d gotten caught up talking to Tim, Delko or Calleigh on a scene lately. But something about that seemed off. Whether it was his tone, or the look in his eyes, you felt deeply uncomfortable. Plus, this guy just really, really wasn’t your type.

And so, in the hope that perhaps he would take the hint and just… fuck off, you gave an uncomfortable smile. “Thank you. But no. I trained very hard to be here.”

“Dedicated and attractive. Fascinating. You got a partner back at home?”

Good fucking lord. Okay. Perhaps he was more stubborn than you’d believed. How were you meant to answer that? Should you answer that? Because the honest answer was that, no, you didn’t. But if you told him that… god, he’d never go away, would he? He’d ask you on a date, and then you’d be screwed. Surprisingly though, you’d barely had a chance to try and form an awkward response before the conversation was interrupted.

“Do you mind?”

It was Tim’s voice. The attention of both you and the detective quickly moved over in the direction of your co-worker, seeing that he was stood there with a clearly unimpressed look on his face. “We’re working. If you want us to catch whoever did this, then shut up, go do something useful and let Y/N work, alright?” Tim continued in a tone that you’d heard more than a few times since you’d started working with him. It was that dry, sarcastic anger that only came out when someone had really irked him, usually by saying something stupid. Not rage, but… irritation.

Detective Gillan’s expression faltered slightly at Tim’s words, with the other man clearly having done a far better job at shutting him up than you could ever have hoped to do. Soon afterwards, he softly cleared his throat, corrected his posture and responded. “Good idea. I’ll… I’ll go and interview the people that found her. Maybe they saw something interesting.”

Tim nodded. “You do that. Have fun. Don’t rush back.”

With that, the detective shot you one last look, before finally leaving you alone. A soft exhale of relief fell from your lips the mere moment that you were certain that he was out of earshot, soon glancing up at Tim with a clear look of gratitude in your eyes.

“Thank you,” you said. “Seriously. I was worried that I was going to have to take his number just to get him to leave me alone.” You could have sworn you’d seen Tim’s expression soften at that, with the man soon giving a small shake of his head.

“Y’know, if I were H, this is when I’d come out with some smart line about the benefits of being in a team and always having each other’s backs or whatever, but… If he bothers you again, let me know, alright?” Tim paused for a moment, allowing you to nod softly in agreement before he continued speaking with a small, slightly warm smile held on his lips. “Gotta look after the newbie, haven’t I?”

Your heart rate did a noticeable spike in your chest at that remark, even though the logical part of you knew that it was only him being friendly. And it was with that comment that Speed took his moment to get back to work, making his way closer to Alexx to go and talk to her. Of course, the logical part of you just assumed it was to do with work, and thus, you got back on with your own stuff. However, about… fifteen minutes later, you found yourself needing to stop because you became aware of eyes on you.

At first, that realisation caused anxiety to rush through you. Had that detective not taken his leave, as you’d hoped and Tim had told him to? And you fought the urge to look up for as long as you could, but eventually you gave in. As subtle as you could manage, you glanced around yourself and truthfully, were surprised and relieved by the results.

Speed was clearly still in the middle of a conversation with Alexx, about god knows what. But his eyes were on you. And for reasons that you couldn’t quite explain, perhaps it was just your cliche romantic brain combined with your own crush on him, but the look in his eyes as your gaze met wasn’t quite one of concern. It wasn’t one of ‘oh, let me just check that Y/N is still working’ or ‘does Y/N need help with what they’re doing’, it was… softer. You couldn’t quite describe it, but whatever it was, it caused an undeniable warmth inside of you. Your face flushed with warmth too, causing you to need to be the one to look away first, glancing down at the floor beneath you.

In doing so, you missed the look that Alexx shot Tim soon afterwards and the little teasing shake of her head as a result of his actions.

But needless to say, the ME absolutely did not miss a chance. About twenty minutes later, you were approached by the woman in question, her case in hand indicating that she had wrapped up her work and was now going to make her way back to the morgue.

“Hello, Doctor Woods,” you greeted her politely once again.

“It’s Alexx, baby, please,” the woman warmly corrected you, with her not hesitating to kneel down beside you on the cold concrete. “Could I ask you a question?” That was ominous. Hoping that it wasn’t anything too serious and that it’d be an innocent question that you could easily answer, you gave a nervous nod and enabled the other woman to continue speaking. However, your hopes were wrong. Very wrong. “So… you and Tim, huh?”

Shit.

Was it that obvious? Had your subtle, secret occasional glances at Tim whilst you’d been working really been that noticeable? Did everyone know? Oh, god, did Tim himself know? Oh fuck, how would you ever live that down? You may have just only joined the team, but suddenly dropping everything and moving to New Zealand just to ensure that you didn’t suddenly become the source of office gossip looked very appealing.

“We… We’re not… We’re just friends. I promise,” you nervously tried to correct her, pretty sure that your face had just paled. Alexx gave a soft laugh at that, the older woman’s expression soon softening with empathy.

“Sure. I buy that from the way you two look at each other.” Wait. What? What did she mean? Surely she had to be making that up. Surely she’d just misread Tim’s friendly glances as something more. Right? Your feelings were unrequited. Yes? “Just… keep him out of trouble whilst I’m gone, alright? You’re one of the few people he actually listens to. I’ll see you back at the lab, alright?”

Before you really had much of a chance to do anything besides give another nervous nod, your thoughts an absolute mess, Alexx got back up on her feet and walked off. What… What was going on? Was this some kind of practical joke? Or were you really so set in your mindset of Tim not returning your feelings that you’d somehow completely missed signs that apparently everyone else could see? You really didn’t know. Alexx wasn’t the type to be that cruel. But you just… couldn’t really believe the latter suggestion being the case. Unable to stop yourself from doing so, you glanced around yourself once more, allowing your gaze to settle on Speed on the far side of the large hall. The man appeared to be working, and so, you decided that you weren’t going to approach him about it right now.

But at some point later, you decided that you’d need to approach him. You needed to know what was going on.

And after all, figuring stuff out? Putting clues together? Well. That was a CSI’s job, wasn’t it?

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AN: so that was legit the worst ending in history lmao, but hopefully you liked this?? as i said above, requests are open and i’m in a csi obsessive mood rn so, yeah!!! please do send in any requests you may have!!! i would love to write something for you!! thank you for reading ily <3

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helping hand [ tim speedle ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; tim walks in on something he’s probably not supposed to see. that is, until he offers a helping hand

⋯ PROMPT ; [ catch ] to catch my muse masturbating + reverse

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, establish relationship, smut [ masturbation, vaginal fingering, oral -- female receiving, slight overstim ] + mature language

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tim walks through the front door, depositing his keys and wallet into the bowl at the door. slipping his shoes off before taking off down the hallway in search of you.

yet, stops short when he doesn’t find you in your usual spot. however, a quick glance to the clock above the stove answers his question. he’s earlier than usual, meaning you weren’t expecting him home.

tim ducks into the kitchen, searching around the fridge for the leftovers from tonights dinner. scooping the meal out onto a plate to reheat as you takes a good look around the condo. feeling odd and out of place at being home so early. but pays not mind to it as he quickly eats.

there’s a slight confusion, as you should have appeared by now. given he made quite the ruckus, fumbling around with the plates in the sink and dropping the silverware on the counter one too many times.

curiosity gets the best of him as he goes searching for you, stopping just before the door to the bedroom, when he catches your faint whimpers through the just barely cracked door.

he holds back a moan himself as he peaks through, finding your fingers buried down inside you. frustrated whines leaving your throat as you reach desperately for the spot deep within you, yet your fingers just barely make it, “ah, tim...” he hears you trail off, muffles a groan behind his lips.

he calls your name, barely above a whisper, but your ears are quick to catch the sound as your fingers stop. you feel your face warm in his presence, hands moving to pull the button-down to cover you, “don’t....  your were, uh, calling my name.” it sounded awkward, the fumbling of his words didn’t make it any less so. and it didn’t stop his face from flushing with bright color as he respectfully averted his eyes to give you some privacy.

having dated for almost a year, tim really hadn’t expected something like this to still get the best of him. even if the two of you had done some more unspeakable things in this very bedroom, “it’s okay, tim. i wasn’t expecting you home so early.” he nodded, shuffling his feet under him, “yeah... got done early. h told me to get some rest.”

you sighed through your nose, agreeing with horatio’s reasoning as tim had the habit of overworking himself. bringing home case fills and reports, causing him to still be up late into the night, “well, i’m glad you’re home.”

he smiled, still turned slightly away from you, “do... do you want to help me finish?” his head snapped to yours, face fleshing once more as he caught onto your question. 

slowly, he nodded. moving to the side of the bed where you were positioned. gently climbing in next to you before dipping down to press a firm kiss to your lips. hands caressing your sides, raking against the fabric of his shirt as he sank further into you. 

he opted to hover just above you, somewhere he could still be in reach to kiss you, but also watch you fall apart under him. a hand planted just to the right of your face as the other trailed along your front. he smirked as you shuttered, his fingers quick to find your wet center and press right against your bundle of nerves. sending you into a spiraling mess, eager to pick up where you had left off.

he watched every little reaction. catching the way you would moan or whine with each skilled twist or flick against your clit. watching as you slowly fell apart below him. all while you slowly chanted his name in prayer.

you own hands tugging at his shirt sleeves as your hips rolled in time with his thrusts, chasing your high and taking everything he was giving you.

just as you called, so close to falling over the edge, tim removed his fingers. chuckling lightly at your needy, yet angered whine as he pulled his fingers through his lips, savoring your taste, “taste so good, babygirl. think i’m gonna have some more...” his smile lost as he ducked down between your thighs, pressing a gentle kiss to each leg before delving into your cunt with a broad lick of his tongue. 

fingers curled at your sides, wanton moans filling the air as you thrashed. only to crash over the edge seconds later as your back arched and toes curled. tim’s grip at your hips holding you steady through your orgasm as you came down from eh after shocks.

his excited, yet proud smile as he wiped his face with the back of his hand, “good job, babe.” the praise falling on your ears as he pulls you into his embrace. gently guiding you to the bathroom to clean up while he got the bed back in order. only to meet you minutes later once you’ve rejoined him, in a fresh set of sleepwear for himself to settle in beside you. pressing a kiss to your forehead, running a comforting hand along your side as you relaxed into the other.

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“This is me. I,uh..” your words trail off as a loud clap of thunder rolls overhead and momentarily, overpowers your quiet tone of voice. Tim chuckles when you grimace just a little and gives you the gentlest nudge so that you’re standing beneath the alcove over the door to your house and not getting absolutely drenched by rain any more than you already have. 

“You what?” Tim asks as he gazes down at you, waiting. His eyes settle on your lips and currently, he’s torn between placing a hand at the back of your neck and leaning down a little to crash his mouth against your own and just getting on the Ducati and driving himself away before all logical sense abandons him. But he is curious about what you were going to say just now before the thunder cut you off abruptly.

Or maybe it wasn’t the thunder.

You swallow hard and find yourself doing it again, staring up at his lips hungrily. You want to kiss him, you’re dying to but.. Given that tonight is the first time in weeks that you’ve managed to have a meal and gone an entire hour without an argument erupting, you don’t dare try it.

“I had a good time.” you smile as you say it because you had a great time. An amazing time, actually. Riding on the back of his Ducati, snuggled as close to him as you could get, even if the rain did soak you to the bone when it set in and wouldn’t let up.

Tim steps closer. You remember you’re wearing his jacket and you slip out of it, holding it out to him as you gaze up at him. “You’re gonna need this, Tim.” you mumble, your eyes lingering on his mouth. Tim’s staring right back at yours and he swallows hard.

It’s now or never.

His heart is pounding like a runaway train right now, he wonders to himself briefly if you can actually hear it happening. He takes a deep breath and chuckles. Shakes his head and pushes the jacket back towards you. “I’ll get it back tomorrow, it’s not really a big deal.” he says it lazily as he smirks at you.

He’s smirking because hell yes, leaving his jacket with you is a silent marking of his territory. It’s also passively rubbing it right in Wolfe’s face that you chose to ride home from work with him tonight. You turned to him, rather than Ryan like Ryan seemed to be so confident you would in the first place. It had to be the only reason Ryan even suggested both of you stopping to ask if you needed a ride to begin with, Ryan felt like he’d come out on top.

Tim was quite frankly still shocked that things hadn’t shaken out that way. And now you’re standing in front of the door to your house and he knows he should be going but he can’t help but linger.

He wants to kiss you.

He’s staring at you so intently that it prompts you to speak up and ask why as you find yourself unable to refrain from stepping closer to him. You can tell yourself it’s just for warmth because the rain is cold but you know it’s a lie. You’ve been wet for two hours now and you’re used to the cold of the rain when it hits your clothing and skin. You take a shaky breath.

Had you been holding your breath?

The realization has you raising a brow.

You have been holding your breath. And that tension is easing it’s way back in. You find yourself fidgeting, toying with the sleeves of his jacket as they hang over your fingers and hide your hands almost completely. Tim’s gaze lowers and settles on your hands and he chuckles. “Ya know, I never realized just how tiny you are. It’s kinda cute, actually.”

“Oh hahaha fuck you, sir.” you mumble with a soft laugh as you raise a hand and push some wet strands out of your eyes. He chuckles again and steps even closer and when you lock eyes with him there’s just...something...there. You can’t put a finger on it.

Tim leans down slightly, pure instinct leading the way.

Your back meets the front door to your house with a soft and wet smack and you barely have time to gulp. Tim’s body engulfs your own and you raise your arms and let them circle his neck. Your fingers graze the hair at the nape of his neck and he gives the softest groan as your body melts against his entirely. 

Neither of you really says anything for a second or two that seems to stretch out to hours and finally, Tim mumbles quietly, “ I wanna kiss you right now.”

You nearly choke on air but you manage to keep yourself from showing it and you gaze up at him with widened eyes. Did he really just say that?

You have to be dreaming, you think to yourself.

“Why don’t you?” you ask the question in a low voice and you’re holding your breath again before you can stop yourself. He’s not answering. But his arms do wrap around your waist and you’re pulled even closer to his body. The warmth of him and the scent of his cologne fill you and you take a shaky breath, still waiting.

“If I kiss you right now, I don’t know I can stop kissing you.” Tim’s voice is velvet and gravel and sex, filled with desire as he tucks thick digits beneath your jaw and guides your eyes up to meet his. He’s searching your eyes for any sign, even a hint that you don’t want to be kissed. One good reason to let common sense take back over so he can turn and leave.

Instead, he sees the way your pupils are blown, lust nearly blacking out the color of your eyes. He bites his lip and mulls it over. You’re clinging to him and the feel of your smaller body pressed so tight against his is more than enough to send a shiver dancing through him.

“Why don’t I?” he muses to himself. It’s a simple question and yet, oh so complicated. But he wants to kiss you. It’s so bad -the desire to kiss you right now, that with each word he speaks, his mouth is already brushing up against the corner of your own. When you whimper and your fingers dig into his shoulder, he growls quietly and that last remaining thread of self control snaps.

His mouth crashes against your own and his tongue flicks out, parting your lips. Your tongue collides with his and your whimper is swallowed up by the deepening of the kiss. His hands settle across your ass and he rocks you against him a time or two. You moan when you can feel him straining at the front of his jeans and he rocks himself right back into you. Your back is firmer against the door, the ridges that form the accents are digging into your back just a little. He pulls you up his body and you gasp quietly as the kiss breaks, only to start all over again not even a few seconds later.

It’s barely enough time for either of you to catch your breath in full. One hand remains on your ass and the other tangles in your hair, pulling at it as he pulls your mouth into his own even deeper.

When the kiss breaks this time, he stares at you and snickers quietly at the puzzled and wide-eyed stare he’s getting from you. “What’s up, doll?” he asks lazily.

“I.. Not that I didn’t enjoy every second of that but.. Why?” you ask, going quiet. Brain still desperately trying to process that whole moment. “I thought I annoyed you, to be honest.”

“You frustrate me. It’s like..” Tim goes quiet for a second. “Until tonight, I thought I wanted something I couldn’t have. I thought you were into Ryan, not me.”

“Ryan? Why? Oh god, no.” you mutter, laughing a little as you rest your head against the space between Tim’s neck and shoulder before glancing up at him all over again. “I’m into you. It’s kind of why I like to argue with you so much. It gets me attention, okay?”

Tim snickers at your answer. “Oh, you have my attention, doll. Trust me on that.”

You shiver as the wind picks up a little and the thunder rolls noisily overhead. This prompts Tim to gaze at you and pout a little because he’s now realizing that he has to leave and go all the way back to his place.

Or does he?

[bullet-prooflove]

OMFG you write for Speedle?! I used to be such a huuuuge CSI Miami fan and Tim was my faaaave and they did him so wrong! So may I please request some XMas fluff with Speed? In my mind he never d—d, he just went into witness protection or is a covert operative for the CIA.

It had been too long, far too long since Tim had kissed you like this, since his hands had travelled over your bare skin, mapping over the soft contours. You were beautiful underneath him, a fantasy wrapped up in his sheets. You tasted divine when he finally got his tongue on you, his fingers moved in time with the symphony of your moans driving you towards a crescendo. He moaned into your cunt, when your fingertips tugged at his curls at the point of rapture. His name rolled off your lips and it was music to his ears as he licked up that sweet mess.

[bullet-prooflove]

CSI Miami Masterlist

CSI: Miami

Asks:

Horatio Caine’s Daughter - Horatio Caine

Secretly Dating - Tim Speedle

5 Sentences

Bitter Sweet Symphony

[bullet-prooflove]

Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #6

Hey guys! As some of may know I do a weekly radioshow on Wednesdays and I thought why not put together a prompt list from some of the songs I’ve been playing. I thought it would bring some fresh prompts into our world!

Feel free to pop any of these prompts with a charcter I write for (You can find these on the pinned post on my blog) into my ASK box!

1.      won't let me see this side of you

2.      You looked at death in a tarot card and you saw what you had to do

3.      I'm drinking tonight, gonna give up the fight

4.      turning me on Like a slow fire burn

5.      I choke back tears 'til I damn near drown

6.      You're not gonna make it

7.      Loveless nights, they seem so long I know that I'll hold you someday.

8.      We still talk like everyday But we don't talk in the same way that we used to

9.      This is the last time you say After the last line you break

10.   He pulled you closer, said he'll never let go

11.   And if only I could find the words Or muster up the nerve to tell her

12.   Can't keep my hands to myself

13.    the ghost of my sin

14.   But till you come back where you belong It's just another lonely Sunday.

15.   I fell for a boy who could never ever let me walk home that way 'Cause you gotta be safe

16.   You say that you love me, You won't remember in the morning

17.   I wish I'd known that it would be this hard to be alone. Please, come home!

18.   You're speaking like you really love him

19.   Maybe we'll see that we were wrong If ever we look back one day

20.   I thought that I was the exception I could rewrite your addiction

21.   The only thing stronger than you is whiskey

22.   Please, come back, don't you leave me

23.   When you're dying in LA

24.   Now all I can do is lay in my room Fall asleep, dream of you

25.   Tonight with me Won't you cut it up and dance all over me

26.   I'll never forget her and she'll always have a part of me

27.   He can be the one you run to, the one that saves ya

28.   the taste of goodbye on your lips when you kiss me

29.   You couldn't trust him but you never said no

30.   You trace my lines Stirring my soul

31.   And now you're dancing like you need him

32.   Don't let me go down this road again, We both know where this ends

33.   Put it in your pocket don't tell anyone I gave ya

34.   But for an angel, she's a hot, hot mess

35.   We both know love is not that easy

36.   He kissed you on the lips and opened your eyes

37.   Goodbye to my hopes and dreams

38.   I'm not gonna stay and watch you circle the drain

39.   Trust me, you'll make it through

40.   I know that I'm running out of time

41.   You had to catch your breath, got such a surprise

42.   Might be over now, but I feel it still

43.   Every now and then she makes you just a little bit crazy

44.   And you always forgot how it feels to live in his lies

45.   I wanna watch you undress

46.   It was your first cigarette

47.   But friends keep telling you what he did last night

48.   give-me-some-more girl

49.   In that moment he made you forgot how it feels when he's gone

50.   I know that it's wrong Still I run right into you

51.   I would rather we just go our different ways

52.   And now you're feeling like you miss him

53.   And you try to remember that there's no way you could ever be friends

54.   You better get your shit together

55.   He's out your system yeah it took you a while

56.   I know, 'cause I've been there too

57.   You and me together, forever

58.   I'ma disappear when they come for me

59.   You surround me, pull me, drown me then swallow me whole

60.   I shake and I shiver just to feel you breathe

61.   And all you want is just to hold her

62.   I forget who you used to be

63.   She's like a one-way ticket cause you can't come back

64.   You're way too young to be broken

65.   You pull me in close And buckle my knees

66.   I know it must seem frightening To have the world fall apart right under your shoes

67.   And I bit my lip the second you sipped The poison that was mixed for me

68.   You're way too young to play these games

69.   'Cause there are deeper and darker things than you

70.   From the beating of your heart

71.   Everything's turning dark to you

72.   I'm not the one Who wants to hurt you

[emlee81]

Tim Speedle X Female reader-Smile

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Speed loves seeing you and every time he does, he has that smile on his face. Some minor swearing but mostly just fluff and fun.

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Tim Speedle was a sweet guy. Albeit somewhat serious and focused at times, but the man could be pretty silly when he was in the right mood.

You were often surprised by Speed when he was working, how serious he was and yet how playful he could be behind closed doors. You didn't really understand how Tim could be so completely opposite of himself. But you certainly wasn't going to question it.

***

Speed's in a playful mood this evening. He tiptoes up behind you, aa you're helping yourself to some chocolate ice cream, wrapping his arms around your waist, as Speed begins nibbling on your earlobe.

You giggle, as Speed buries his face in your back. You grin, turning around and grabbing him by the arms, and crashing your lips to his. Instantly, Speed's face breaks into a smile and your stomach starts turning somersaults.

"Somebody's in a playful mood tonight," you comment. Speed chuckles, grabbing you by the waist, pulling you flush against his, gazing hungrily at you.

You decide to grope him and Speed's dark eyes darken and he leans in for a passionate kiss. You chuckle, running your fingers through Speed's hair.

"As much as I love your serious and sexy look," you tell Speed. "I love your smile more." Speed grins.

"Really?" You nod, giving him a soft kiss.

"Yup!"

"Good to know!"

"Definitely!"

[edgessunflower]

Like real people do

Pairing: Eric Delko x GN reader

Description: After falling for Eric the two of you confess your feelings for each other

I had a thought dear however scary about that night the bugs and the dirt why were you digging what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth

You and Eric met when you joined CSI becoming great friends along with Tim Speedle and Calleigh Duquesne who were the closest thing to siblings you ever had later on in your life and career realizing that you had fallen in love with eric deciding to keep it secret until it came to a head one late night after a case.

I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask you and neither should you honey just put your sweet lips on my lips we should just kiss like real people do I knew that look dear eyes always seeking was there in someone that dug long ago

All of you had finished a long hard case when you accidentally fell asleep after changing into normal clothes in the locker room where eric found you asleep on the bench tapping you before gently shaking you where you woke up and went to his house since his was closer to the lab than yours eating homemade chicken and rice he made before you sit and watch tv in his living room until you noticed how your faces had gotten closer as time passed.

So I will not ask you why you were creeping in some sad way I already know so I will not ask you where you came from I will not ask and neither would you honey just put your sweet lips on my lips

You don't know who moved in first but the next thing you knew was his hands holding your face caressing your cheek in a tender kiss soon laying on the couch with him on top of you but not at all in a sexual manner more in a affectionate exploring way taking his time to caress your body with his hands feeling love and care like you never have before.

We should just kiss like real people do I could not ask you where you came from I could not ask and neither could you honey just put your sweet lips on my lips we could just kiss like real people do

In the morning the two of you talked and decided to take things slow and a month later the two of you were together telling everyone on your team and you both showed that you loved each other but didn't let it interfere with your work unless necessary making your team happy for the two of you that you found each other.

[bullet-prooflove]

Hi! Um... I saw you added Tim Speedle to your list and I'm wondering if you could maybe do a Tim x reader fic?? Like your dating and its not quite a secret but the csi team doesn't know but then they find out? Its totally cool if not! And I apologize if I didn't do this the right way I'm still really new to tumblr.

I can't write a fic but I can do a little something:

- Dating and working with Speed are like opposite ends of the coin. He is excellent at compartmentalisation.

- In work he acts as if you simply just one of his colleagues, maybe he smiles a bit more but he is very aware of body language and that you work with people who will pick up on things very quickly. Also as he is Level 3 he may technically be your supervisor and will make sure you are treated exactly the same as anyone else.

- At home is where he finally comes alive. He loves touching you, a hand on the back as he moves you out of the way, cuddling you from behind and nuzzling your neck when you are doing something, he wants to show you exactly how he feels.

- Eric finds out by chance, the two of you are out for dinner and run into him on one of his many dates. The way the two of you are dressed, the setting and the fact that Tim is holding your hand. There is no way you can talk yourselves out of it. Eric is genuinely happy for the two of you. He's glad Tim has someone in his life.

- Calleigh figures it out through Eric, the way his interactions with the two of you change. She catches a joke he make maybe and several things start to make sense. She approaches the two of you about it separately, she tells Tim, shes glad that he smiles more these days.

- Horatio always knew. He's very alert to what is going on with his team, we've seen it in Dispo Day. So long as it didnt become a problem he's happy if the two of you are happy and doing your jobs.

- Tripp had no idea.

[twistnet]

making up [ tim speedle ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; he knows what it looks like, but he’s more than willing to make sure you know how sorry he is // @snarkandsarcasmftw​

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, angst, smut [ bondage -- misuse of underwear, cum, dry humping, dirty talk, groping, marking, oral -- female receiving, p in v, slight cockwarming, sir/officer kink, multiple orgasms ] + mature language

⋯ NOTES ; this content is strictly for those 18+ ; any minors // ageless // blank blogs interacting with this post will be blocked

you had dropped by the crime lab, hoping to catch tim on a small break. maybe take him out to lunch or let him step away from the bustle of the lab and just breath for a bit. it wasn’t often you came by, knowing things were always on a deadline and could change at the drop of a hat.

you stepped off the elevator, smiling as you turned to reception, signing the log book paula had slid over to you to mark your entrance at the lab, before asking where tim was. paula gestured around the corner, smiling as you thanked her and headed in that direction.

you had just turned the corner, when you stopped in your tracks. you eyes landing on a brunette woman, running her hands along the expanse of tim’s arm. she spoke to him, making some pretty brave comments for someone who was most likely talking to her investigator. you were about to leave when she looked up at you, bring tim’s attention to your presence as well. “am i...interrupting something?” you asked, looking between the two.

you brunette woman turned, smiling at you as she patted tim’s chest, “oh, officer speedle was just updating me about the investigation. he’s been very helpful.” her smile was sinister in look, nothing genuine about what she was saying, so nothing sat right with you until you looked up at tim, who had been standing quietly. “then, let me give you some space.”

you darted around the corner, heading back towards reception when you heard tim catch up to you,“you want to tell me what that was all about?” you raised a brow, staring at him in shock, “shouldn’t i be asking you that?”

“i’m working a murder investigation, and compiling evidence with my only witness and suspect.” he explained, checking a glance of allison standing just around the corner, blatantly listening in on the conversation. he heard you scoff, shooting him an unamused look, “didn’t think that included getting groped by said witness. also, since when do you promise to update someone on an investigation especially when they are your suspect.” 

“look, i don’t see what the big deal is it your making this into but i don’t have time to stand here and argue with you. i have a job to do.” he sighed, running a he'd through his hair, “i’ll see you later.” with that, tim disappeared back in the direction of the trace lab, leaving you slightly embarrassed in a hallway. you gathered yourself, attempting to keep the tears that so badly wanted to fall at bay. you signed out at the front desk, ignoring paula’s concerned glance and heading for the elevators. it was there that you wiped your eyes, cursing to yourself when your shirt sleeve came back soaked.

you sniffed, walking out toward the parking lot when the elevator dinged. having half a mind to kick tim’s ducati over when you passed it, but you didn’t need to add more salt to the wound, much less a damage to property charge.

tim slinked into tyler’s computer lab, feeling like utter shit. that was not how he had imagined that going, but seeing as allison had stuck around to see exactly who you were, he couldn’t let the tactic bernstein had come up with to get allison to trust him to flop. he hated what he did.

tyler looked at him with sad eyes, not saying a word as he pulled up the live security footage from the front desk. he caught paula’s face, and then yours when you entered the elevator, and felt even worse watching you wipe your eyes. he sighed deeply, hearing bernstein enter behind them, “this little tactic of yours better fucking work.” 

“it will speedle, we almost got her.” bernstein reassured, yet hearing the younger man scoff proved it didn’t do much to lessen the sting. “yeah, pretty sure i just lost my girlfriend in the process, but it’s whatever for the case right?” tim snarled, exiting the lab and heading back to his own. he cursed, knowing this was going to be a hard one to explain, if you ever gave him the chance to explain.

he did his best to finish up for the day, ignoring eric when he came stomping into the trace lab asking why he was in a bad mood. he just wanted this case to be done, get allison for the murder and go apologize. 

so, he didn’t know why he was expecting to come home and find you there, waiting on him like you usually did. he was met with a dark apartment, reminding him of before the two of you got together. it was just as lonely and dark as it was then, now, it felt worse. he did his best to sleep, but found it fruitless as he was so use to having you curled up next to him.

and it was like that for two days. the minute he finished up the case, he was out of the door, heading over to where he knew you had been this entire time. your friend was reluctant to let him in, but seeing as it had been two days, she was tired and knew you were too. 

she left, leaving tim to seek you out, finding you in the kitchen making something. you looked up, spotting tim and went back to your dish, “are you gonna talk to me?” tim asked, sighing as you continued moving around the kitchen. he watched you shrug, “don’t know, you plan on still being an ass?”

tim sighed, moving to your side, cutting the fire and turning you to look at him, “i’m sorry. i knew what she was doing the entire time, and i was using that to my advantage for the investigation. bernstein and i had the whole thing planned out from the moment we left the hotel room. i hadn’t intended on you to coming to the lab, and i was... horrible to you. i let the investigation in the way. hell, i made you cry.”

you coughed, tears spilling out of your eyes. his fingers coming to wipe them from your cheeks. “i hurt you, and i’m so sorry, angel.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead, pulling you into his arms, “i love you.”

“i love you too.” your lips met, gently molding against the other. tim’s hands dropped from your jaw, smoothing down to your sides to grab hold at your hips, pulling you flush against him. your fingers tangling into the curls at the nape of his neck, pulling him further into you.

tim’s lips trailed down the side of your neck, coming to your pulse point and biting lightly, then soothing it over with a broad flick of his tongue. enjoying the shiver it sent down your spine as his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips through the cotton shirt of his. “still wearing my shirts?” he teased, nipping gently at your collarbone, hearing you gasp and tug at his curls. “couldn’t sleep without you...closest thing i had.” your toes curled, tossing your head back as tim’s lips moved across your throat, leaving nips and dark splotches along your skin. 

your hips pressed against his own, moaning at the growing bulge straining against his jeans. the rough fabric of his jeans creating the most delicious feeling every time against your clit caught a seam.

his hands move again, this time sliding under the shirt and running his finger tips along the band of your panties, an appreciative growl escaping his throat as he goes to dip his fingers below the waistband, when he stops. “do you want to get out of here?” he breathes against your lips, casually reminding you that you are, in fact, still in your friends apartment. you nod, quickly running to grab a pair of pants to throw on and your bag before lacing your hand in tim’s and quickly running to the parking lot. 

he would worry about getting your car back to the apartment later, as right now, he just wanted to get you home as quickly as possible.

he straddled his bike, feeling you get on, pressing yourself right up against him, arms looping around his middle and hands wondering. he slipped on a some glasses, turning on the bike and hearing you yelp when the engine sent a jolt through your core. tim smiled, grabbing one of your hands to bring to his lips, pressing a kiss to the back of it beige practically tearing out of the parking lot.

the apartment wasn’t far from your friends, but that hadn’t stopped you or your wondering hands from moving along the insides of his thighs or ghosting over his bulge. tim did his best to focus, obviously, not wanting to crash and get the two of you home in one piece, but damn if you were making it hard.

at a light, you squeezed him hard, causing him to bike a little more roughly than intended, “you alright up there?” you yelled over the engine, smiling wildly at him. his hand grabbed your knee, giving it a firm squeeze as he looked around him before answering, “yeah, would be a lot easier if i didn’t have someone trying to stick their hand down my pants.”

he heard you laugh, that gorgeous smile still on your face as you leaned forward, lips pressing right against the shell of his ear, “then you should feel how soaked i am, all from knowing how hard you are.” the light turned green, and he thought he might have heard someone honk but he wasn’t paying attention. he groaned, revving the engine and continuing the journey home, breaking almost every law. “you are going to kill me, angel.”

when he pulled into the parking lot, he couldn’t get you off his bike fast enough. practically dragging you to the apartment door before pushing you in when he finally got the door unlocked. you were immediately pressed against the door, a knee holding you in place while his hands unbuttoned your jeans. “want you just how you were before. those little panties and my shirt.” his voice was deep, husky and it sent shivers down your spine. the fact this man was able to reduce you to a puddle with just his words. you whined when his hands pulled your jeans down, leaving your panties in place. slightly upset he didn’t take them with the jeans.

he chuckled, smirking as he leaned into you, “oh, don’t worry, you’ll be out of them soon enough, babygirl.” a quick press of his lips before he stepped back, “now, go get in the bed and i’ll be there in a moment.”

he watched you nod, smiling to yourself as you skipped to the bedroom down the hall. he grabbed your jeans, tossing them and your bag into the nearest chair. locking up the front door and discarding his keys and wallet. he slippe dog his shoes, before making his way down the hall.

finding you planted in the middle of the bed, waiting patiently for him. at his entrance, you sat up, crawling to the edge of the bed in anticipation. you hands come up, cradling his jaw as you pulled his face to yours, capturing his mouth, moaning when his hands grip your ass. 

he helped guide you to your back, gently pressing a hand to your abdomen as he pulled your shirt up just enough to access your panties. he stifled a groan, biting his lips when he was met with the lacey black panties that sat against your skin. he took his time in removing them, letting his hands follow the curve of your legs, tossing them to the floor beside him.

he leaned forward, kissing you again before sliding himself down to kneel on the floor, spreading your knees apart with the span of his shoulders. his arms hooked under your thighs, dragging you to the edge of the bed as he gazed up at you.

he shoots you a teasing smirk, then tentatively leans in, pressing a kiss to your folds. his tongue licking a broad stripe up your center to your clit, sucking harshly as you mewl and grab hold of his curls. he smiles against you, alternating between flicking and sucking at your clit, bringing his fingers to add.

you feel them dip into you, stretching you carefully, working them in time with his tongue. he laps at you with fever, taking everything you give him in stride. the groans that escape his throat, sending jolts of pleasure up your spine, and you honestly can’t tell if it’s the feeling of him or the sound of it that’s got you unraveling under him.“timmy, please... don’t tease.” you all but babble out, hearing tim chuckle as you try to keep from stuttering. he turns his head, nipping playfully at your inner thigh, “let me apologize, angel. please.”

the way you clench around his fingers has him smiling, wanting nothing more than for you to crash over that edge. he hears you moan, crying out as he brushes against a sweet spot, “you taste so good” he groans against you,“missed having you in my bed this morning, waking you up like this.”

you shutter over the edge, legs shaking as you tightly pull at tim’s hair to ground yourself. tim’s groan of approval makes its way to your ears as he stands with a smile on his face. you watch as he sucks his fingers into his month, leaning down to kiss you right after words, pushing his tongue into your month, “see how good you taste?” he mumbles against your lips before pulling back.

he lets you catch your breath, striping himself of his button-up and jeans, dropping his boxers on top before joining you in bed. you smile up at him as his hands graze your sides, slipping your shirt off and throwing it in with all the other articles of clothing.

he lays beside you, allowing you to take full advantage of his position, crawling atop him and straddling his hips, teasingly brushing you clit against the head of his cock. tim sits up, intent on taking you in a different position.

“ahh ah ah.” shaking your head as you pushed him back down by his chest, settling yourself just above him, bearing down on his length once more, just enough to have him buck up against your folds roughly, coughing out a moan. “i believe someone has some making up to do...” you tease, swiveling your hips to catch the head of his cock against your clit. “and i’ll make it up to you, angel. whatever you want.” he groaned, shifting his hip up against yours in a desperate attempt to right his wrongs. 

you licked your lips, leaning down to press your lips just against the shell of his ear, making sure to brush against his chest. “ i want to ride you.” nipping his ear, he groaned. eyes rolling back as you settled back into your previous seating, lifting just enough to guiding him to your entrance before sinking down on him in one fluid motion. 

you set a steady rhythm, your hands coming to rest at his chest, nails digging into the skin when your clit would brush against him. his hands in turn, came to your hips, guiding in your rhythm, lifting his hips to meet yours on the down stroke.

your hips twisted and rolled in ways that he hadn’t seen you do before, and was surprised to see you move in such a way. he looked up at you, your head thrown back, breasts bouncing at the movement, eyes closed and overcome at the sensation. you were the most beautiful thing he had seen, and for reasons he still couldn’t comprehend, you were his.

the build up he left him closer than he would have liked, but see as you were already fluttering around him, left some room for him to play and bring you over the edge. his thumb reached, brushing your clit one, two, three times before he felt you spasm, gripping him like a vice as you collapsed against his chest, breathing hard. 

tim, so close to his own release, rolled you to your back, cock still deep inside you as he fucked into you with earnest. he was only a few strokes away before he came, spilling into you with a deep groan. his head dropped into your shoulder, peppering small kisses to the skin as he caught he breath, humming when your fingers run through his curls. “so am i forgiven?”

you hummed, latching your lips onto the skin of his neck, and sucking a deep patch into his collarbone, right where you knew it could be seen if he turned the right way. “don’t know, might need some more convincing.” you whispered, breath ghosting over the shell of his ear, excitingly watching him shiver as he growled, leaning up to look down at you with lust filled eyes

“you realize what you’re asking for, angel?” you nodded, smiling when he sighed, reaching down to grab your discarded panties from before. he gathered you hands together, wrapping the black fabric around your wrists before pressing them against the headboard, “these stay here, you move them, i stop. got it babygirl?” you moaned, arching your back as you bit your lip, staring up at tim with hooded lids, “yes, sir.” smiling when you heard him growl before he was shifting himself in-between your legs. “then count them, baby. lets see how many times i can get you to cum with just my tongue.”

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tim speedle taking care of his nurse so would inlcude

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader, mention of covid + general fluff

in the odd time your hours didn’t overlap with his, you were always greeted by him the minute the door opened. stopping whatever he was in the middle of to pull you in for a hug, or press a kiss to your forehead. all while asking how your day was

he’d usher you into the bathroom, either to change into some clean clothes or to have a shower before gathering your scrubs from where ever you discarded them to throw them in the wash

if he happened to make dinner, order take-out, or alex managed to sneak a full cooked meal into the apartment without him finding out, he would get you a plate together and wait for you to join him at the table. there he would listen as you spoke about your day and then vice versa. getting work-place drama and small frustrations of day-to-day working off your chest

he’s definitely one to either put the dishes in the sink, with the promise of “i’ll get to them in the morning” or run some soapy water and just let them sit in the sink. point is, he doesn’t want to do dishes and he doesn’t want you to do them either, he just wants to cuddle and relax with you

depending on how you are feeling, will depend on where the two of you end up. most of the time, you end up in bed, snuggled up against one another as the tv plays in the background

there isn’t much talking once the two of you get settled, you are just pressed up against the other in whatever way makes you comfortable, and half the time, either of you are already half passed-out or fully asleep against the other -- the number of times where you have woken up to find the tv still on and tim still in his jeans has been too many, but you wouldn’t trade it for the world

tim is big on affection and intimacy. so, depending on whatever you are comfortable with, he will happily show you the love you deserve. whether it be scratching your scalp, petting the side of your face, giving you a massage, or simply just holding you close, tim is 100% done for whatever little bit of affection you’ll let him show you. seeing you totally blissed out, watching as your eyes slowly start to close as he does one of the above things, is the closest thing to heaven for him

on the flip side, if the two of you end up on the couch, most likely smooshed into each other, the tv is still playing along in the background and the two of you are talking softly. anything and everything is on the table to discuss and this is where some of the best moments of love and laughter have come

more times then none, you’ve fallen asleep on the couch together in whatever position you find comfortable. however, if you have to be up the next morning to report for day shift, he’s going to wake you up and the two of you are going to tiredly walk to the bedroom before passing right out again

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work-related stress [ tim speedle ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; there is only one way you know to help with tim’s work-related stress // @snarkandsarcasmftw​

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, smut [ blowjobs, face-fucking, dirty talk ] + mature language

⋯ NOTES ; this content is strictly for those 18+ ; any minors // ageless // blank blogs interacting with this post will be blocked

the atmosphere within the lab was tense. particularly from the minute you walked into the crime lab, lunch in hand for your boyfriend. his rush from this morning had caused him to forget the sandwich you helped make the night before on the counter. and seeing as you had a short break in-between meetings, you thought you’d drop by and at least make sure he ate something.

paula smiled as you passed by the front desk, letting you know tim was most likely in the trace lab. and that’s exactly where you found him, hunched over one of the lit tables, pictures from the latest crime scene spread out across the table. his face was set into a deep frown, one that could almost be mistaken as concertation, but you knew him better than that. 

the corners of your lips down turned slightly at his stance, as you gently knocked on the glass door leading into the lab before pushing it open slightly. “what?” tim asked, slightly annoyed that he was being interrupted and looked up to shoo the person out of his space when he saw you holding his lunch from this morning. he sighed, shooting you a smile that came across more as a grimace. “sorry, babe. didn’t realize it was you.”

“is everything okay? you seem stressed.” you took a few more steps into the lab, setting his lunch on the far table away from the evidence. you knew to keep your distance if you ever entered the lab. not wanting to disturb anything by accident or give anyone a reason that the evidence was tampered with.

you heard him sigh, placing his hands on the table in front of him. “some kid came onto the scene and took a piece of evidence. and cause i was overseeing the collection, the “losing evidence” mark is on me and i still have to figure out what he took.” he had been looking over the developed crime scene photos for the past hour and half and still couldn’t find what the kid could have taken. it was frustrating him to no end, and each second that passed just seemed to almost reach boiling point.

“why don’t you take a small break? knowing you, you’ve been looking at the spread for hours and it would do you some good to step away and then come back.” tim almost chuckled at how good you were able to read him. something that always seemed to work in your favor whenever he came home from work. just based on how he came through the door, you could tell how his day went. and always knew the right thing to fix him up. cuddles, a good meal, some loving and passionate sex...you just knew.

he shrugged, breathing deeply through his nose as he glanced over at the food waiting for him at the end of the lab. “i’m not hungry.” he felt bad, knowing you had made that with him the night before and had taken time out of your day to bring it to him. he’d make sure to eat it later.

you smiled, “all i’m suggesting is a walk. come on, tim.” he moved away from the table to shrug out of his lab coat and hang it up. grasping your hand in his as you led him out of the lab.

the two of you walked around the hallways, just taking time to clear your thoughts. or at less the best you could seeing as the lab was quite busy for the day and more people seemed to be up and working than usually. 

on the way back to the trace lab, the sign of the bathroom caught your eye, and in a split-second decision, you glanced around your surroundings before you tugged tim into the bathroom. you caught his surprised grunt, as the door closed behind the two of you and you quickly ushered him into the last stall, promptly locking the door.

the plastered look of confusion on his features was sweet as you pressed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. your hands came up, cupping his face as his hands came to rest at your hips. one hand drifting down far enough to grab at your ass, pressing you into him further.

with a soft moan, you stepped back enjoying the moment before you slowly sank to your knees, pushing his oversized purple button down up to access his belt. your fingers brushing over the now growing tent in his jeans as you got to the buckle. his hands caught your own before you could venture further. “we can’t do this here.”

“would you rather do this in the lab then?” you teased, pulling your fingers free to unclasp the buckle, unbuttoning his pants and pulling the zipper down. his hands caught yours again, “not what i meant.”

“tim, i’m sorry, i didn’t-.” your hands dropping from his belt, pulling yourself away from him slightly to give him some room. but his hands caught your shoulders, bringing your attention to his face.

“no, i want - would like you to. but if you... “he trailed off, briefly gesturing to your kneeled position in front of him and his already popped jeans, “we’ll have to be quick.” he cleared his throat, the twinge of red slowly spreading up from his neck to his cheeks. he never had thought something like this would happen. sure, he had his fantasies about this, maybe a dream or two where he woke up harder than ever and tried his best to not make it obvious as you woke up next to him. you smiled at his slight embarrassment, reaching forward to grasp at his thighs.

“so, what are you saying, baby?” you teased running a hand along his inner thigh, watching as he tensed when your hand ghosted around where he wanted you to touch him. “please, angel.” he pleaded before smirking and shooting the teasing right back at you, “do what you want to help me relax.”

with a dazzling smile, your hands found its previous position, pushing his shirt up once more, “hold this for me please.” your asked sweetly, a hand of his coming to hold the shirt in place as you tugged down his jeans just enough to where they were barely hanging onto his hips.

just enough to show his prominent bulge pressed tightly against the fabric of his boxers. with deft hands, you pulled his boxers down just enough to pull him out. a small voice in the back of your head reminding you that you were in a public restroom, where anyone from his workplace could come in. needing to spare him a little dignity.

your hand wrapped around his length, giving a teasing tug and brush of your thumb against his swollen head. you smiled up at him sweetly, maintaining eye contact as you leaned forward, your tongue moving to swipe along the path your thumb just took. tim choked out a moan, his fingers grasping the base of your jaw, sweeping your loose hair into a bundle at the back of your head.

his pesky oversized shirt fluttered down, getting in your way. and with a frustrated noise, you quickly unbuttoned his shirt, muttering something about how he could put himself back together after you were finished.

a curse erupted from tim’s throat as you leaned forward to press a kiss to his tip, letting your tongue gently swipe away the building pre-cum. his fingers grasped the base of your jaw, sweeping your loose hair into one bundle at the back of your head.

you glanced up at him through hooded lids, your lips surround his cockhead, sinking down around him slowly. relaxing your jaw to guide him further in, stopping just short of your gag reflex. you moaned at the feeling of him in your mouth, in turn, causing tim to buck his hips at the sensation. a deep growl escaping his lips.

tim’s jaw clenched, his hands pulling gently at your strands as your own hand coming to hold him against the wall at his hip to keep him still. the other moving to hold him firmly at the base. you slowly moved back, setting a painfully slow rhythm. the sight was arousing to say the least, getting to watch tim’s resolve break with each swirl of your tongue and slow pull of your hand along his base. “angel...”, his gasped as eyes screwed shut and breathing became erratic.

with what you couldn’t fit in your mouth, your hand aided in, stroking him in time as you sucked on his length. his moans going straight to your core, dampening your panties. you had to remind yourself this wasn’t about you. at least for right now. tim being tim was going to ravish you the minute he got home today.

you sputtered lightly when you moaned and tim’s hips jutted forward, pushing himself just a little more down your throat. he felt you choke, and quickly moved to pull away, letting you take a deep breath. his eyes shone with remorse and guilt, his mouth opening to apologize when a teasing smirk made its way to your lips. “do you wanna fuck my mouth tim? use me to get off? cum down my throat?” you purred, smiling as his eyes met yours, pupils wide and full of lust. adding a shattering moment when you trailed the underside of his cock, running the tip of your tongue along prominent vein. 

tim’s hands caught your jaw, putting halt to your teasing as he growled, pushing his thumb inside your mouth. you wrapped your lips around the finger, looking up at him with doe like eyes. he, however, knew this was part of the little act you were slowly putting together. he pulled his thumb from your mouth, guiding his hands to push your hair back and hold the sides of your head. then he pushed his cock into your month.

you relaxed your jaw and throat as tim gently pushed in, your hands coming to rest at his thighs to hold yourself up. his cock brushed past your gag reflect, you choked up a little, squeezing his thighs to slow him down. “breath through your nose, baby. you’re doing so good.” the praise flooded you, and you felt yourself relax slowly as you took a breath through your nose and released, casting your gaze up toward him with a slight nod. 

tim smiled, caressing your cheek with him thumb as he pulled out, leaving just the tip in your month before pushing back in. the pace was slow, meant to get you use to the feeling of him in your mouth. his pace picked up a little, tossing his head back as a moan escaped his lips. the sound of his cock entering and leaving your throat was sinful, something he had imagined hearing on more than one occasion. the soft squelching was driving him crazy.

“hmmm, i’m close, baby. you want it you in your mouth?” he hissed, biting at his bottom lip as you hummed around his cock in response. his hands had kept you in place for the time being, however, his grip had laxed as you worked your aw forward, trying to keep the pace, see this through.

tim cried out, his hands pulling you flush against his pelvis, cumming down your throat. an arm shooting forward to brace himself against the stall, so he didn’t fall over on you.

you sat back, coughing slightly as you swallowed. gently wiping up the bit that had dribbled out of your mouth with your thumb. you swiped it along your tongue, gathering up his seed before standing and bringing tim into a bruising kiss. thrusting your tongue into his mouth. letting him taste himself and fluttering as he moaned. the two of you stepped back from the other calming your breath and smiling at the other.

you helped tim get back to looking presentable. buttoning up his shirt and making sure everything was just as he had it before. he in turn, helping you smooth out your hair as best as possible before laughing at his failed attempts.

you gave him a mint, winking at him as you popped one into your mouth before checking to see if the bathroom was still clear. seeing as it still was, you exited and poked your head out to find the hallways clear. you and tim managed to sneak back into the lab, and you watched him throw his lab coat back on. you kissed him once more, bidding him goodbye with a promise to see him later. and you stepped out of the lab, almost running into eric as he came by to see speed. 

“what are you doing here?” he asked smiling at you, as he looked at tim through the glass. “i brought him lunch. make sure he eats it!” you called over your shoulder as you headed for the elevators.

eric chuckled, watching you leave before entering the lab to see his friend. speed looked up at his entrance, this time actually annoyed by the interruption. “so, your girl brings you lunch and doesn’t even get to eat with you? what did you glare at her the same way you just glared at me?” tim let out an aspirated sigh at his friend’s antics, eric taking that as a que to come further into the trace lab to hand over his findings from another case. “she brought it in during her own lunch, so no, she couldn’t stay.”

“what a shame. she probably could have helped you relax seeing as your so tense you’ve got one of these veins in your forehead popping out.” eric let out a short chuckle, roughly nudging his friend in the arm. tim slightly winced and made a soft, annoyed noise in the back of this throat, “tell me about it. now, are you actually here to do something useful or are you just going to stand there and poke fun?”

“you make it easy to poke fun at you, speed. you get so defensive when someone teases you. makes for some good laughs.” sighing again, tim fully turned to look at the cuban man with an annoyed expression, “glad you feel that way. are you done?” the tone was harsh, but eric knew tim better than probably anyone else in the lab. he knew tim was just trying to get some work done and get out of the board’s hair as quickly as possible. but it didn't stop him from shooting it right back at him.

“fine. wish your girlfriend actually did something to help with your mood. might have gotten rid of the grouchy one you’ve got right now.” the words were meant to be a jab at him, but tim found himself holding back a smirk. if only you knew delko “hope you found that evidence you lost!” eric shouted over his shoulder, making sure to exit the lab quickly before tim could curse at him.

tim sighed as he got back around to finally looking at the spread, glancing over the pictures again and hoping that the small distraction he had given him another chance to catch anything missed.

his phone buzzed from in the pocket of his lab coat and he moved to answer it in case it was h or someone else looking for him. instead, he found a single text message from you. he glanced around the lab just to be on the safe side, as the last thing he needed was someone on his ass about properly using his time in the trace lab.

[ you ] : [ what did eric have to say? ]

[ tim ] : [ nothing. just that if you had time, you should have helped me relax ]

[ you ] : [ well, i didn’t have a lot of time and neither did you. maybe i can make it up to you? tonight? i’ll wear your favorite ]

[ tim ] : [ the black, purple flowered one with the matching belt? ]

[ you ] : [ yes, know how much you like it. especially paired with one of your shirts ]

[ tim ] : [ don’t want to leave you waiting around for me, just in case this wild goose chase ends up taking longer than expected ]

[ you ] : [ if it comes to that, you know i don’t mind. work comes first ]

[ you ] : [ i love you tim ]

[ tim ] : [ love you too angel ]

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