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wesleytyler · 4 months
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linterteatime · 5 months
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Noelle's funky family
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Disneyland Oogie Boogie has no right being this funny
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shivroy · 8 months
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what if the tomshiv baby wasn't aborted and turned out to be just like a weird cunt. this is my unadulterated vision
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susielesbianism · 2 years
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Reltadune
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alizera62quartz · 6 months
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Drawtober: Day 15 Graveyard
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glitteringstardust · 9 months
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🎃 👻 🎃 | 👻 🎃 👻 | 🎃 👻 🎃
halloween at disneyland
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ladamedusoif · 4 months
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Cookies (Tim Rockford X F!Reader)
A Merry Fic-Mas - December 26
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Pairing: Tim Rockford x F!Reader
Word Count: 1455
Rating: Explicit; 18+ MDNI
Warnings: Established relationship (Reader is Tim’s wife); workplace sex; fingering; unprotected but safe PiV sex (Reader is on birth control); no use of Y/N; no physical descriptions of Reader; strong language; when we say “fuck the police” this is what we mean
Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Pedro Boys Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist!
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Tim kisses you on the cheek as he heads down to the precinct on Christmas Eve, overcoat in hand.
“I hate leaving you all, baby, but…”
You wrap him in a tight embrace and return his kiss. “Tim, you’re a good man. I’m sure Corinna appreciates you taking the Christmas Eve cover, so she can be at home for her baby’s first Christmas.”
Your husband’s ears pink up a little at your praise. “I guess. And older cops did it for us, too, when the kids were tiny.”
He looks over your shoulder into your mother’s kitchen, where your daughters are excitedly asking their grandma whether the Christmas cookies are cool enough to decorate. You turn and smile at the scene.
“I love you, Detective Rockford. We’ll save you some cookies. Come home safe.”
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The cop at the front desk is thanking his lucky stars as he sips his umpteenth cup of filter coffee. It’s almost midnight on Christmas Eve, and - other than a couple of minor call-outs for the guys out in the patrol car to break up bar fights - he hasn’t had to book a single person into the cells.
It’s a goddamn Christmas miracle.
And then the door buzzes. He sighs in exasperation and checks the CCTV. A woman, wearing a winter hat and carrying a tote bag. He presses the button to let her in.
“Hello there, ma’am. Now, I have to warn you, as it’s Christmas Eve we don’t have a full complement of officers in tonight and - oh! Hi there, Mrs R!”
You smile as you take off your hat and scarf, and hand him a small tin. “Hey, Bryan. Tim in his office?”
“Sure is. Hey, these some of your famous cookies?”
You’re already climbing the stairs to your husband’s office. “Maybe. Open it and see if Santa thinks you’ve been a good cop this year.”
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Tim’s at his desk, shirt sleeves rolled up and tie slightly loose, flipping through some papers with his glasses on. The desk lamp bathes him in a warm light, highlighting his handsome features, and you pause for a moment to take him in before you knock on the door.
He looks up in surprise before a broad smile spreads across his face. “Hello there, miss. What brings you to the precinct on a Christmas Eve?”
You carefully close the door and turn the little lock on the handle, before pulling down the blind. You reach into your bag and produce another cookie tin, sauntering over to Tim’s desk and placing it in front of him.
“So, everyone was tucked up in bed at home, and would you believe it? I met Santa Claus, leaving gifts for the girls.”
Your husband chuckles and pulls you onto his lap. “That so?”
You nod. “The man himself. And you know what he said?”
Tim shakes his head, eyes twinkling. You lean in and kiss him softly.
“He said that Tim Rockford had been a particularly good boy this year, and he should get an extra special gift.”
Tim’s eyes turn to the cookie tin. “The cookies?”
You shrug, reach for the tin, and open the lid. “You could say that, I guess. They’re part of the gift.”
He bursts out laughing when he looks inside and takes out a gingerbread man perfectly decorated to resemble - well, him. White shirt, black pants, dark hair and moustache, tie, and even a pair of shoulder holsters.
“Your handiwork?”
You throw your head back and laugh. “Damn right. Why wouldn’t I make cookies that look like the most delicious man I know?”
He eyes you up suspiciously, but a smile plays on his lips. “You said the cookies were part of the gift.”
You stand up and move his paperwork out of the way, clearing enough space on the desk so that you can sit up on it. “The other part is under my coat.”
Tim’s eyes widen as he reaches for the buttons on your knee-length woollen coat, unbuttoning them eagerly and pulling the coat open.
His mouth falls open. “Holy fuck, baby.”
“You like what you see?” You fight against all the anxieties and insecurities that haunt you about your body, focusing on the look of astonished desire that’s burning in your husband’s eyes.
Tim’s eyes roam over you, taking in the dark red bra and matching, high-waisted panties trimmed in black lace, the sheer black stockings. He carefully eases off your coat and throws it to one side, running his big hands gently over the soft skin of your shoulders as he slips down the straps of your bra.
“I love what I see.” His voice is a rapt whisper.
He slips his hands to your back and waist and pulls you tight to him as he kisses you deeply, moaning as you twine your fingers through his dark, grey-streaked curls. You bring your hands to his belt buckle, working it open and undoing his pants so you can palm his cock, already hardening under your touch.
Tim brings his mouth to the side of your neck and begins to softly bite and lick the sensitive skin, working his way down to your breasts as one hand holds you in place while the other tugs aside the lacy fabric that covers your pussy. “I fucking love what I see,” he grunts, pulling down the cups of your bra to expose your breasts. “I love you. My sexy fucking wife.”
You whine as two thick fingers trail across your folds before settling on your clit, working it steadily in the way only he knows. “I’m going to get you good and wet for me, my love,” Tim murmurs, encouraging you to lift your hips so he can ease off your panties.
“Mmmm… and then what are you going to do to me, Detective?”
He slips his fingers into your cunt, pulling a delighted gasp from you. “And then, Mrs Rockford, I plan on fucking you hard right here on this desk. But only if you come for me first.”
A hook of his fingers and you’re squealing with pleasure as Tim spreads you out in front of him, standing between your thighs as you continue to stroke his dick. He fucks you over and over with his fingers, watching you writhe and buck as you near your climax.
“C’mon, baby,” he whispers, eyes locked on yours. “You look so beautiful like this, all spread out and ready to come on my fingers. Can’t fuckin’ believe you’re mine, sometimes.” Your pussy tightens around him and he knows you’re about to come.
“Tim…Tim, fuck, I’m - oh, fuck, baby.” He keeps fingering you through the orgasm, sucking on your nipples as he extends the wave of pleasure running through you.
You reach up and undo his tie and unbutton his shirt, hitching up his under vest so you can feel the soft, warm skin of his belly against yours as he pushes himself inside you and begins to fuck you. You hitch up your legs around his waist to hold Tim in place, slipping your hands under his shirt and gripping his broad shoulders firmly as he takes you on his desk.
“Feel good?”
“Fucking incredible, Tim - you?”
He leans his head against your chest and flicks his tongue over your nipple. “Baby, you always feel amazing but this - fuck, this is so fuckin’ good. Feels so tight and wet for me. Listen to that.”
For a moment the only sound in the office is the lewd wetness, skin on skin, and your pants and moans.
“Can’t believe you did this for me, baby,” Tim grunts, speeding up his rhythm and making you whine, arching your back. “Came down here in nothing but lingerie, ready to fuck me…fuck, you’re incredible.”
You giggle a little. “Got lonely at home, my love. Needed to have my man.”
Tim’s faltering rhythm tells you he’s nearly there as he buries himself deeper inside you. “You’ve got him, baby. All yours. All…”
And he’s there, spilling inside you as he collapses on your chest.
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Cleaned up but still a little dishevelled, you sit on the floor of the office and eat some of the cookies, accompanied by weak coffee.
In the distance, you can hear chimes signalling the hour.
“Hey. It’s midnight. Merry Christmas, Detective Rockford.”
Tim kisses you, tasting of ginger and sugar and spice and all things nice.
“Merry Christmas, Mrs Rockford. And thank you for my extra-special gift.”
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lejolibeignet · 3 months
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Haunted Mansion sure is pretty this time of year 🎃✨
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can you put him in the Haunted Mansion at Disneyland, I think he'd love it there
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i think so too
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brennustheskeleton · 4 months
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Doodles below
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wesleytyler · 4 months
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linterteatime · 1 year
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Everyone in this group is part of the LGTV community goodnight
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lotusinjadewell · 6 months
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Villa Blanche in Vung Tau City, Vietnam. Credit to Thành Hữu.
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dreammeiser · 7 months
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IT IS THE SEASON FOR SPOOKING!! My friends had the brilliant idea of making matching Halloween icons of our Dreamalong characters on instagram, so I indulged and made a Ghost Host Archie! He looks quite dashing in the suit he was buried in, I think!
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tawnyisacolor · 5 months
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just a girl and her tomb sweet tomb 💜
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