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[padaleckigallery]

Walker - 4.05 - We've Been Here Before

[mysharona1987]

Texans when they get thrown under the bus for being dumbass hicks.

Because Israel have to justify bombing colleges. Hey, Palestinians, like Texans are dumb and don’t need an education anyway!

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day one : lingerie & overstimulation (cordell walker) .ᐟ 18+ fem!reader

Cordell sighs the second he steps into the house, taking off his hat and placing it on the rack. It’s already well past midnight so he doesn’t bother calling out for you or his kids, just walks upstairs to your room, hoping for a quiet night after the shitshow of a day.

And then he sees it. Sees your beautiful figure swinging around as you apply your lip gloss, your nightgown hugging your body so perfectly it made him stop dead in his tracks. Which means you hear him come in.

You jump at the sudden noise and turn back, “oh, god,” you place a hand on your chest with a smile, “cordi, are you crazy? How about you don’t sneak up on a ranger’s girlfriend?” 

He can’t help raising an eyebrow as you place your makeup down and walk over to him. The title sounds like honey on your tongue. His girlfriend. Fuck. “Yeah? Why’s that, darlin’?”

“Just, you know, she could be busy.” You shrug playfully until you finally get to wrap your arms around his torso, hugging him close, “‘missed you today.” And ain’t that the truest thing. It’s been a long day of missed calls, apologizing texts, angry teenagers demanding their dad. And you wanted to do something to calm yourself down.

“Missed you too, sweetheart,” he smirks, feeling the silk of the night down against his skin, pressing a kiss to your done up hair, “and what’s all this?” He pulls away to spin you around and you let out a laugh.

“Oh, you mean my new set?” You smile, shrugging, “‘s just something I got today. Stella wanted to go to the mall, and there was a really pretty store.”

He looks down at you with a knowing look, suddenly all expressions of tiredness are replaced with lust. “‘M sure it was. Gonna show me what you bought?”

It’s no secret Cordell likes you in white, he’s mentioned it every single time you’ve worn it, and at first you thought he was hunting at something but he was actually being honest, he loves the color on you, says it matches your hair (whatever that means), and that’s how you chose the lace set, the one your display for him as you unwrap the nightgown.

It’s really basic, just a two piece with the intricate lace design on each one, but it’s highly effective the way Cordi’s drinking you in. He looks you up and down before staring into your eyes, “thoughts?”

He leans down urgently to whisper “Gorgeous,” against your lips, pushing you further into the room after slamming the door shut recklessly. You pull away to giggle, hoping the kids are still asleep. Cordi seems to have forgotten all about that. He’s kissing you again, walking back until he hits the bed and sits down, “so beautiful in white, love this, love you.”

He pulls you into his lap, and it seems like he just can’t stop moving his lips hungrily on yours while you’re rocking your hips against him. Cordell’s hands find their way to your waist so he’s moving you and the sudden change causes you to moan against his mouth. “Fuck.”

He changes the position so you’re laying on the bed, your head on the pillow. Once his fixation seems to lessen he moves down to your neck, licking and biting your sensitive skin while you’re running your fingers through his hair like it’ll make him get to the main event. 

He keeps moving down your body, tugging at the bra but not taking it off, running his hands on your waist but not touching below your panties, then he finally gets to your inner thigh and you swear if he doesn’t do something—

Cordi moves the panties to one side, his fingers graze your clit and you arch your back in need. God, oh, fuck, why isn’t he doing anything. “Please, please, Cordi, c’mon.”

“I will, honey, I will.” And just as you’re about tell him lying’s a sin— he abides, his long finger moving to circle your entrance before actually pushing in and your moan takes you both by surprise. “Yeah? You’re so wet for me ‘n I haven’t even done anything. Was this what you wanted, baby girl? Wanted me to come home and find you like this? So fucking pretty, my very own angel.” 

You can’t respond, don’t want to, just need more of him inside you. His fingers, his mouth, anything. “Please.”

“You know I don’t like to keep you waitin’.” He leans down to kiss your lips, your mind’s too hazy to kiss back properly but you try and he finally shoves one more finger into your cunt as you cry out and he swallows your sounds. 

Cordell quickens the pace, his fingers slamming knuckle deep into you and you’re meeting his thrusts with your hips, desperate to come. 

You’ve always been so wet for him, always ready for his fingers, for his cock so he can’t help his growing dick— or ego. Just the sounds coming from you. From your pretty lips. From your pussy.

“Cordi— Cordi, oh god.” You tighten your grip on the bed sheets when his thumb massages your clit, and you have to physically keep from bucking up into it. He’s already going too fast with long, thick fingers pushing into you, hitting you right where you need them, and he knows it too. Knows exactly how to curl his fingers, knows exactly where to kiss and press for you to come undone.

“Please, please, cordi, m’gonna come— ah, cordi—” cordell watches as your orgasm crashes through you and you’re shaking under his touch. He lets you ride it out, his thumb still on your sensitive clit, his careful fingers massaging your sweet spot. Your moans get louder as he doesn’t stop even when you’re completely done. “Cordi— no, no, can’t take it, can’t—”

“You sure, baby girl?” He asks, even if you can tell it isn’t genuine with him still fingering you and your pussy clenching around him almost painfully; he doesn’t care. “‘Cause I think you can take more, right? You gonna be good for me and come again?”

“No, no, no, hurts— ‘s too much,” your hands immediately go to take his off but he holds them down on your stomach, tsking.

“One more, just one more.” And you can’t argue through the bliss and the impending orgasm rushing towards you again, you’re relaxing against Cordi to try and get there faster, chasing the high all over again as he adds another finger.

He leans down to graze his teeth against the unpadded bra, right against your nipples and it sends you over the edge again, his lips sucking greedily at the fabric and relentless thrusting as you cry out.

He slowly reclaims his fingers and you sigh in relief, crashing against the bed. Mumbling about how much you hate him. 

But then again, that cup of coffee you had before he came home wasn’t for nothing, you think as you sit up to get on his lap.

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The prettiest sight to him

Synopsis: mirror sex with Jared, based on how he gets teased for loving his reflection

Warnings: Pure smut, p in v, nicknames but no y/n.

Pairings: Jared Padalecki x afab!reader

My requests are open!

Minors do not interact!!!! You will be blocked!

You had just bought a full body mirror for your room, immediately taking a picture and sending it to Jared. He hearts the picture, replying with;

"You're so pretty, baby. I love you."

Of course, you had to reply with telling him thank you and that you love him too, he let you go shopping without any restraint of how much you could spend.

He gets home, immediately coming to your shared bedroom. He's tensed, he's been thinking about everything he could do to you in front of that mirror since you sent him a picture of you in one of your cute new outfits.

You're sitting on your bed, laying on your stomach. You look up from your phone, smiling when you see him. His jaw is clenched which makes your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "Jared, are you okay?" You ask, your smile faltering. He comes and sits beside you, his hand coming to rest on the back of your thigh.

"Yeah, I've just been thinking."

"About what?"

"About you, in front of that mirror, on your hands and knees with me behind you."

A pink hue of blush rises on your face, not knowing what to say. His hand goes back and forth on the back of your thigh, leaning down to kiss you softly on the cheek. "So?" He starts. You nod slowly, then eagerly, moving to sit in front of the mirror which makes him chuckle.

"You're such a good girl for me." He praises as he stands, moving over to stand before you. You look up at him with big, doe eyes, your cheeks still pink with blush.

There's a devious grin on his face before he licks his lips, his hand threading into your hair. His hand leaves your hair, and he silently tells you to strip, his face looking down at you expectantly.

You nod, standing up and immediately stripping eagerly. The grin that was on his face comes back when you get on your hands and knees, your glistening pussy on display for him.

His middle finger comes to circle your clit, an airy moan leaving your lips. His finger leaves your clit, his hands working to get his belt off. Once its off he throws it aside, taking off his shirt. He throws that aside as well, taking off the rest of his clothes.

You watch him in the mirror, admiring his every move. He lines himself up with you, pushing the tip in, making you moan out. He smirks when he hears this, his hand going to your back. His other hand goes to your hip, his grip hard.

He pushes in a little bit more, a louder moan leaving your mouth. His hand moves to grip your hair, making you look at him in the mirror.

"Look at me while I fuck you, I want your eyes on me."

You nod the best you can, looking into his eyes that are dark with lust. His hand that isn't in your hair moves to circle your clit, making you writhe as he starts to thrust in and out of you.

"Jared- please."

"What're you beggin' for sweetheart?" He asks, a smirk on his face.

"Faster." You whine.

His smirk grows into a wicked grin as he begins to thrust faster, some quiet moans leaving his lips as moans leave yours.

"Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I'm fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me." He says, his hips stuttering showing that he's close.

"Fuck, Jared, m'gonna-"

"Go ahead, sweetheart. You've been so good for me." He cuts your sentence off, licking his lips.

You cum on his cock, a loud moan leaving your mouth as his pace doesn't slow down, his grip on your hair only tightening which makes you whine. His hips stutter one last time before he cums inside you, a groan leaving his mouth.

His hand leaves your hair as he pulls out of you, watching your mixed orgasms drip from your pussy. He picks you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom. He lays you on the counter, walking over to the bathtub and starting it, making sure the temperature is just right.

Once the tub is full, he turns it off, walking back over to you and picking you back up. He puts you in the water before getting in with you. He cleans you up, drying you off and draining the tub once you're done. He picks you back up and carries you to the bed, getting out some clothes for you and him.

Once you're changed, he pulls you under the covers with him, holding you in his arms.

"I love you." He whispers, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too." You whisper back before you fall asleep in his arms.

[sammysnaughtygirl]

[jamjjamm]

CORDELL WALKER

[samssgirl]

[bullet-prooflove]

One Time Thing: Cordell Walker x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @caffeinatedwoman

Walker makes love to you in front of the fire, his hands chasing all over your skin as the glow from the flames illuminates you, in the midst of all the shadows. You’re the first woman he’s been with since his wife died and even then it was never like this with her. She was always calm and steady, the soothing flow of water over a rocky stream bed. You, you’re raw, you’re passion, you’re heat. Everything that Walker should be avoiding but that’s the problem with him, he doesn’t run from danger, he rushes right into it.

His Mama tells him, it’s both a blessing and a curse.

His mouth covers yours, stifling your ecstasy as your thighs tighten around his hips, drawing him deeper. You’re close now and so is he, the pleasure sears through his synapses as he moves harder, faster, his cock raking over that filthy little spot deep inside you, the one that makes you call his name.

He chases your release, the hitched breathing, the throaty moans. He’s never heard God invoked so many times outside of a church, not until tonight with you. When you come you take him with you, the euphoria erupting though his veins like an IED, blasting through his senses like a wildfire as he spills himself inside you.

His forehead comes to rest upon yours, his lips brushing over the corner of your mouth as he murmurs.

“This is just a onetime thing right? I can’t make any promises, I can’t give you more than that.”

He means it, he’s struggling enough as it is. His job, his family, his life back here, he barely has his feet underneathe him. He doesn’t need an extra responsibility. He doesn’t need a girlfriend, someone else to fail or disappoint.

“Yea.” You mumble as your fingertips trail over the scars etched into his back and he sinks back into you. “Just one night.”

It doesn’t stop at just one night, in fact it doesn’t stop at all.

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[supernaturallyedsheeran]

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Walker, Texas Ranger (TV Series) S1/E1 'One Riot, One Ranger' (1993) - Gailard Sartain

I wonder what this show would be like if Gailard wasn't re-casted with Noble Willingham. Don't get me wrong, Noble was great as C.D. Parker. But I can't help imagining all the scenes we would have gotten with Gailard's ass in jeans.

[padaleckigallery]

Walker - 3.08 Cry Uncle

[rubyvhs]

you have more pieces of me than the desert has sand [cordell walker] masterlist

summary: cordi deserves the silent treatment if he’s gonna give you a heart attack every time he goes to work. tags: heavy making out. prompt: angst, @alphabetquest.

Cordell’s not usually careful so you’re worried more often than not, but right now it’s different. It’s way different with the way Micki’s been acting, how late he’s been coming to the bar asking you to take one or both of his kids home for him while he lets Geri pour him drinks the entire night.

Very freakin’ different. 

“Hey, babe, you okay?” Geri asks as she places a new clean glass in front of you. Oh, right, that’s why you came over here. New glasses. You can already sense the couple you’ve been serving staring daggers at you. 

“Fine.” You reply tightly, not ready to talk or think about it, but you check your phone for the last time before you go back with two glasses. Still no messages from the ranger. No updates from Micki either or James. Though you didn’t expect any from him seeing as you’ve only ever talked once or twice.

It’s a long shift, longer than usual, which means the second it’s over you groan in relief. You’ve been awake for every single second of this ten hour shift and you’re ready to go home at— yeah, it’s two in the morning. Geri already left so you pack up and lock the Side Step’s doors, letting your forehead rest on it for a second to calm down.

And then you check your phone again, but still nothing and it’s already two. It’s two in the morning. Two AM. Where is he?

There’s a weak sound laden with the thick accent, “Hey.” And because you’re an idiot in love, you recognize the voice quicker than you would have liked to. You look up and see Cordell standing with his hat in hand, walking closer. “I know— I know I’m late and I didn’t even text you but Micki—”

“Okay.” You’d be proud of how even your voice is if your heart wasn’t so heaven right now. He stops mid sentence— halfway to you and freezes. You’ve been with Cordell long enough to know him well; how he copes with tragedies, what he does every night, how he feels about his kids, and you’re sure he has a good read on you too. Which is exactly why he froze.

You’re very pro-argument. Explaining each other’s side, shouting, getting it all out in the open— you think it’s the best way for the both of you. And it’s worked so far, you’d have your little disagreements there (he shouldn’t do this, you should take care of that) and you wouldn’t resent the other for it. But this? This you can’t even be mad at him for. It’s his job, and you knew what you signed up for the second you got into a relationship with him. Doesn’t mean you can’t be upset.

“Come on, baby girl—” you shrug and start to walk past him to your car but he holds onto your arm, pulling you back to him, “are you serious?”

“About what?” You can try to be as challenging as you want but he’s much taller than you and you can’t exactly help having to look up at him.

“About this, you’re not talkin’ to me?” 

“We’re talking right now, aren’t we?”

“You know what I mean.” You shake your head and snatch your arm back, when you look back into his eyes, there’s more hurt in them than annoyance. “I came to apologize.”

Technically you didn’t have any plans, today wasn’t a special day, and you definitely weren’t expecting him at the bar, but you get worried, and you’d think with him being a Texas ranger with a shit ton of family who cares about him, he has to get that. He has to get how scared you get when he leaves every day for work. You’re not even living together so all you get most days is a text ‘good morning’ and maybe you see him on his lunch break. 

“Cordi, I’m tired and I just want to go home.” You say with a long sigh, talking a step back to exit the conversation but he doesn’t let you, shaking his head aggressively.

“No— no you— you know what? Fine, let’s get you home.” You frown as he walks to his car. “Come on.” He waves you over so you raise an eyebrow then look at your own car before looking back at Walker.

“I’ll come pick it up in the morning. Before your shift.” You shake your head with a sigh. 

“I can’t ask you to do that—”

He walks over to you again and you’re this close to breaking and laughing. Whenever you’re mad he’s always… moving. And talking. You know how to ramble like there’s no tomorrow but Cordell takes it to another level. “You’re not askin’. I’m gonna do it as a ‘sorry’ for today, and that way I get to spend time with you.” 

You can’t see fault in the plan so you join him in the passenger's seat. And while this is all swell and cute, you’re still concerned and you want answers. You want solutions. How are you supposed to live with this the rest of your life? Does this mean there’s no future for you with Cordell— cause that’s one way to break you.

“Cordi,” you start, facing him, “I don’t wanna keep going like this, okay? ‘Cause it’s not healthy for me, being so scared and worried all the time—”

“You knew what you were getting into.”

“Yeah but I didn’t think it was this bad! Besides, we don't even see each other in the mornings, and I only get to see you at lunch someday— it’s scary!” You’re not demanding solutions from him, you don’t want him to defend himself, you’re just tired. Tired of always feeling this way. “And I’m not accusing you of anything, I’m just—”

“Scared, yeah.” He sighs, turning into your driveway. “Wanna go inside?” It isn’t the first time he’s invited himself in and it wouldn’t be the last. He kills the engine and you both walk into your house. You’re supposed to be sharing it with a roommate but she left for a few months— something about art school and discovering herself. She probably felt bad that she left on short notice because she still pays her half of the rent (thank God).

When the lights turn on you run to your room quickly. You need to get changed if you’re having any kind of conversation with Walker about this. You need a minute for yourself, and since he isn’t a guest at this point, you can hear the fridge door opening then being shut closed.

You can only guess that he’s rummaging for the nearest beer. You find more comfortable clothes and change after washing up, then take off the long-day makeup. Cordell knocks on your door halfway through and you let him in. 

You were wrong, he wasn’t looking for beer, he was cutting up your fruits into one of your comfort snacks: chocolate and fruit salad. And two drinks. Probably stronger than beer. “Hey.” you couldn’t stop the grin on your face if you tried as he sat down on your bed. You turn around from your vanity to give him your full attention. “Are we gonna talk?”

“Yeah. You wanna go first?”

He nods quickly, like you’d change your mind, “I love you, and I’m not taking you for granted—”

“Cordell, I never said—”

“No, let me say it. I’m not trying to make you feel bad or that what your feeling doesn’t matter, ‘cause it does, you know it does. It just hurts me too, not being able to comfort you especially since it’s my fault you need it in the first place.” You sigh, rubbing under your eye one last time to walk over to him. He moves the tray to the nightstand so you can get on his lap, with his back against the headboard.

“Love you too.”

He smiles, raising an eyebrow. “Yeah? ‘S that all you got from this?”

“Yes, cause I love you too, no matter how terrifying your job is. And I trust you. Just— Cordi, please text from now on?” He’s never agreed to anything faster. And he seals the deal with a slow, open mouthed kiss, pulling you in. 

You smile against him, hands on his shoulders— the feature you’ve spent the most just staring at, and that says a lot considering every part of Cordell is worth analysing.

He mutters the same words against your lips as he threads his fingers in your hair, a little rough, the way he’s always liked it, “Forever.”

A little laugh escapes you and he pulls away just enough so that you can look at each other without going cross-eyed. “Off, please.” You mutter, squeezing the shirt underneath your hand, and you can feel his chest through it— God. 

“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans due to your involuntary grinding that you’re only now noticing. It’s subtle, so you don’t stop, ‘nd it’s enough for him to pull the shirt off and you’re dead right there and then. No matter how many times this happens, you can get enough of it, if him. 

“Cordi, need you.” it’s too early for you to turn your words off and he won’t give what you want without a little begging, or at least asking for it. “Please.” and your latching you lips onto his again, his hands on your waist are guiding you, adding pressure right where you both want it.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He compliments breathily, trying to control your movements further but you’re only going faster. He pulls away suddenly and it’s too fast, too cold, too little—

“Cordell? Are you okay? Cordell!” 

You’ll be the first to admit that Cordi’s forced a raspy voice out of you more than once but you know that this isn’t yours. Not that deep anyways. Cordell notices before you, jumping for his phone. “Fuck, Liam, yeah, I’m good. Are you guys all right?”

“We’re fine, cordi, are you with—”

“Yeah, yeah. Talk tomorrow.” And he shuts the phone off too quickly. You laugh, throwing your head onto his shoulder, feeling his own. “New rules, phones are in the living room from now on.”

“Pretty fair rule.” And when you lean in for another kiss, it’s more urgent. That’s how you know tomorrow will be just fine.

title: sand by dove cameron

long-day? Day-long? Anyways, first Cordell fic cause he’s the loml and the lack of fics is criminal!!!!!

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[jamjjamm]

Cordell Walker

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