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MASTERLISTS!

JUJUTSU KAISEN

what the hell is happening in shibuya?

HUNGER GAMES

the arena is ready.

PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS

welcome to camp half-blood!

SUPERNATURAL

dads on a hunting trip, are you coming?

911

911, what is your emergency?

THE ROOKIE

LAPD, en route.

SUITS

ready to handle the case?

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES

mystic falls grill, what can i get you?

SIX OF CROWS

train to ketterdam is boarding.

GAME OF THRONES

the throne awaits.

HOUSE OF THE DRAGON

the dragon calls your name.

HARRY POTTER

ready to be sorted?

SLYTHERIN BOYS

so many to choose from, who’s your favourite?

BRIDGERTON

the first ball of the season, have you picked out your dress?

MARVEL

the quinjet is prepared for takeoff. who’s flying?

SPIDERVERSE

the portals open, are you coming in?

FORMULA ONE

lights out and away we go!

CRIMINAL MINDS

the teams waiting in the meeting room.

SUPERHEROES

clark kent, bruce wayne, dick grayson, jason todd, jason teague and soldier boy. otherwise known as the morally gray.

MISCELLANEOUS

ready for the unknown?

THE ROOKIE MASTERLIST

TIM BRADFORD

— his power (dark/mature themes)

summary: after providing a statement to an officer about a robbery, he seems to be everywhere. even after you start avoiding him.

— boots ft lucy chen (dark/mature themes)

summary: you never noticed just how dedicated your two best friends were to keeping you safe, and theirs.

LUCY CHEN

— boots ft tim bradford

summary: you never noticed just how dedicated your two best friends were to keeping you safe, and theirs.

JOHN NOLAN

— coming soon!

JACKSON WEST

— coming soon!

ANGELA LOPEZ

— coming soon!

TALIA BISHOP

— coming soon!

NYLA HARPER

— coming soon!

HIS POWER / TIM BRADFORD

PAIRINGS: Dark!Tim Bradford x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: After providing a statement to an officer about a robbery, he seems to be everywhere. Even after you start avoiding him.

WARNINGS: Obsession, stalking, abuse of power, breaking and entering, suggestive content

WORDCOUNT: 3.3K Words

A/N: Just started watching the rookie and I’m in love!!🥰

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

It’d been a normal day at first.

You wanted to run errands through your Monday since you’d been working pretty hard through the last week. But being higher up in the company meant you were able to take days off to work from home when wanted.

You’d been in the confectionary isle since you were throwing a watch party of Harry Potter with all of your friends. As silly as it seemed, you were in the mood for a night of childhood friends and fun.

You had finished up shopping, and as you were making your way up to the register when you heard it.

“Get on the ground, now!”

It was as if time has frozen as you noticed everyone drop to the floor. Luckily your body followed suit and dropped down as well. But you were a minute too late as one of the men noticed you. “Didn’t I say to get down bitch?”

The word sounded foreign in your ears, to the point where you didn’t even realise he was talking to you, until he came over to you.

He pulled you up by your hair as he waved the gun around, “You ain’t talking now huh?” His grip on your hair tightened as you clenched your eyes shut. When you opened them you noticed someone reaching for their phone. You may as well try to buy her time.

You looked over at her as she mouthed, “911.” You acknowledged her by closing your eyes before talking, “What do you want me to say?” You could hear him chuckle, “Now you’re chatty.”

You shuffled until you were able to turn around to face him, taking his attention away from the woman calling the police. “Please, just take the money and go.” One of the other men came back from behind, seeming to have a mass of purses, most likely from the employees.

“I just want to talk to you baby.” Whether it was the nickname or his demeanour, you sure as hell didn’t want to talk to him anymore. So you took a risk.

Kicking him in the crotch.

You could hear him groan before falling to the floor, his gun slipping out of his hands as you grabbed it. You quickly slid it to the woman on the phone with the police before kicking him in the stomach. “You b—,” before he could continue you kicked him in the face.

You remembered there were only two others that had entered the store. One in the back and the other across the store. So you took the time to tie the man up using someone’s scarf, then stuffing his mouth with plastic bags. You had two other shoppers guard him as you took the gun back.

There were four men in your view, you quickly waved them over before making a plan.

“She’s having her baby! Someone help!”

Footsteps echoed through the place as the other man ran to the woman shouting, Sierra, “Who is it?” This man was seemingly calmer than the other you’d dealt with, “Here!” And as he turned you bashed his face with the end of your gun, and as he fell one of the shoppers took his gun. “Good job Jack, two down and one to go.”

“Bad idea, not taking me out first.” The last robber left standing had his firearm to Sierras head, with an arm around her neck. You and Jack immediately raised your guns in his directions, “Go ahead, shoot. Wonder what this pretty girls head’ll look like across the floor. Got nothing left to loose.”

Your saving grace came not only in the sirens outside.

“Put your guns down, slowly.” You and Jack hesitated, which proved to be a mistake as he aimed towards one of the other hostages, aiming and shooting at her leg. As she screamed out you folded, “Okay! Just don’t hurt anyone else.” Jack followed your lead as you put your guns down. The second you did he pushed her to the side, coming for you.

“You ruined my plan. For what? To be a hero?” His breath was heavy against your cheek, spite filled and hot. You shook your head immediately. “Well because of that, you can help me get out of here.”

He had you pick up the guns and stuff them into his duffel bag before leading you to the back at gun point. “Might just have some fun with you while we’re here.” He laughed as he opened the door.

“Hope you’re ready for some fun in prison.” As the two of you exited the store you were met with four cops, the one speaking standing in front of you. As he was momentarily distracted by being caught you turned to push him to the floor before running into the cops arms.

His partner rushed forwards to cuff him whilst reciting his rights. You clung onto the man as he held you, “You’re okay, I’ve got you.” You buried your face into his chest, taking a second to breathe before stepping back.

You read his badge, Bradford.

“Thank you, Officer Bradford.” Your smile was small, but more than enough for him. “Call me Tim.” His partner, which you learned was Lucy, eyed him up. It wasn’t everyday the grumpiest guy she knew allowed his first name to be used by a stranger.

“Let’s get you down to the station huh?” You nodded as he directed you to the back of his car. Lucy rose an eyebrow, “Couldn’t we have taken her statement here?” Tim aimed a pointed look her way, which screamed ‘shut up’. “She was actively involved, taken hostage and helped to disable every robber. Her account is more serious than the others and she might need to get checked up on. It’ll be a long statement so we’ll interview her at the station. Anything else boot?”

Lucy shook her head, “Good, now get in.”

You’d been waiting for someone to enter the room, luckily it was Tim. “I’m going to be taking your statement okay? I need you to detail everything that happened since the start of your day. Don’t leaving anything out.” You nodded along as he sat down, offering you a smile.

“Let’s begin.” You didn’t leave anything out as he asked you not to. Tim was nodding along, jotting down key bits of information as you spoke. It felt like time had passed by quickly talking to him, even if you were doing most of the talking. It’d been over an hour already.

“Alright, hang tight in here. You’ll be home in no time, probably best to take some time to yourself to recuperate. No friends.” He stood up, tucking his notepad and pen away before offering you a nice smile as you returned it. “Thank you, for not being rude and actually listening.” Tim stopped in the doorway, turning back around to you. He raised his eyebrow, waiting for more. “Why would I be rude?”

“Just, lately I’ve been seeing about a million horror story cop interactions. And I was scared to be interviewed. But you were really nice, so thanks. If there’s anything I can do, or tell you then let me know.” Before he could respond someone walked past and asked if he’d gotten your information.

“She’s free to go if you have.” You felt a weight lift off of your chest, as much as you liked being across from the gorgeous cop Tim was, you wanted nothing more than to sleep. He nodded as she left, turning his attention back to you. “Well, you’ve done more than enough regarding information. As for something you can do,” You straightened up in your chair.

“You could buy me a drink tomorrow.”

The bar was packed, but apparently Tim was a regular to the point where he had a seat waiting for him. Being the kind person he was, he let you sit on the seat. But the place was crowded so he ended practically between your legs. “So what’re you having Officer?” Tim scoffed at the title, “I’ll have what ever you’re having.” You giggled, “You want a martini?” He cringed at the words.

“Maybe I won’t have what you’re having.” You waved down the bartender, before ordering for the both of you. Whilst ordering you could feel his eyes on you, staring intently, “Is there something on my face?” He shook his head, “You’re just so gorgeous.”

You could feel the heat rush to your cheeks, “Don’t.” He swiped away the hair that fell in front of your face, “Why not, you are. I always tell the truth.” Your drinks were slid over as you both grabbed your respective drinks. Taking a sip, he stared at you as he drank his beer.

The night progressed quickly, the two of you getting lost in easily flowing conversation. “I’m gonna head to the bathroom.” You held your thumbs up to him as he walked away, weaving through the sea of people.

Taking a sip of your fourth drink, you noticed that he’d left behind his phone on the counter. You didn’t mean to pry, but your hand had a mind of its own as it swooped his phone up. You wish you hadn’t. His wallpaper was somehow a photo of you and you’d only known him for two days.

If there was one thing you didn’t think you were, it was stupid.

You swiftly swung your purse over your shoulder before making your way out of the bar and outside. It was then that you realised the fact that Tim had picked you up. “There you are.” His voice was quieter than before, now outside and not interrupted by others.

“It was getting stuffy in there, needed to breathe. I’m feeling pretty tired, you mind if we call it a night?” He shook his head, “Not at all, I’ll drop you off.” You smiled before making your way to his car.

“Doesn’t someone need to pay?” You were praying he’d take the bait and leave you to flag down a cab or call an uber. “I’ve got good credit here, we’ll be fine.”

You just needed to get home. That was all. Once you were home you could avoid him and not see him ever again. Just get home Y/n.

The ride home was filled mostly with Tim talking at you and your short replies. You didn’t want to seem suspicious but you were too scared to have a proper conversation with him. All you could see was the wallpaper burned into your mind.

As he pulled up to your apartment you felt a tiny spark of relief, you’d made it home. “You okay?” His hand rested on your thigh, “Yeah I’m alright, just tired.” You pressed your lips into a tight line, you hadn’t looked at him yet.

You wished you hadn’t, he looked pissed.

His hand tightened, “You’re lying. Did you meet someone else at the bar?” Your face scrunched up in confusion, “What? No! You were gone for minutes. How the hell am I striking up a conversation with someone and liking them in that time? I need to go.” You were met with a locked door.

You turned back to him with an awkward smile, you wrapped your hand around his in an attempt to calm him down. “Tim, I promise. Nothing happened. Please let me go inside, you can walk me to the door. I want you to.” Your lie seemed to take, as he retracted his hand to open the door. You grounded yourself by clutching onto your purse, leaving crescent indents in the leather.

His hand came around your waist, holding on tightly as you made your way into the apartment building. You quickly pressed for the third floor, not your own. “Goodnight Tim, I had a good time.” You turned to him, pressing a kiss to his cheek before running into the elevator. As the doors closed you could see him, momentarily stunned at the kiss.

You exhaled the second the doors closed. If you were lucky, you wouldn’t be seeing him after this. You’d survived the night, as well as him.

The next few days had been normal, thankfully. You’d been paranoid to a fault, and rightfully so.

Tim Bradford is a cop.

Which meant he had access to so much more than any regular person. He not only knew where you lived from the information he’d collected, but he could search you up. He could find out so much about your life with just a few clicks of a button.

And he did. He utilised his resources to find out as much about you as he could over the week or so since your date. When you’d gone to the bathroom, he’d accessed your phone and was now successfully tracking you. Never leave your stuff with an obsessed cop, am I right?

After the robbery, he couldn’t risk your safety.

But the biggest mystery of all in Tim’s eyes was why you hadn’t called him yet. You’d been working a lot recently, early days and late nights. You needed a break from work. The only places you went which weren’t your workplace or home was your gym.

You were done for the day.

The sweat that you were covered in made you shine in the fluorescent lights of the gym. You couldn’t wait to take a shower, but the gym was currently repairing their facilities so you’d have to wait until home.

If you’d been paying attention to your surroundings rather than yourself you would’ve noticed Tim hovering in the background. You grabbed your waterbottle and made your way to the locker rooms. Patting yourself down with your towel before changing your sweaty clothes into normal clothes. The more laundry the better?

You walked out to your car, blissfully unaware of the shadow following you. As you fiddled with your Airpod case you accidentally let your keys slip through your hands. Sighing in annoyance before bending down to grab them from underneath your car. Not expecting to be met with him once you got up.

“You scared me Tim.” Your hand clutched onto your shirt, over your heart as you rested against your car.

“Sorry. just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I am, thank you for asking. I just… I feel like I’m seeing you everywhere. Like I’ve gone crazy.”

“Maybe it’s a sign.”

“For what?”

“To go out with me? Tonight?” You awkwardly laughed, holding onto the back of your neck. “As much as I’d love to, I’m not really in the market for a partner. I’m sorry. And I’m already going out with friends tonight.” His smile was wide, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “No need to apologise, just figured it wouldn’t hurt to ask. We had such a nice night last time. You looked amazing.”

You felt bad for turning him down, but again, you couldn’t help but think. He never showed up before, but you see him once and now hes everywhere? It didn’t seem right to you. You chuckled dryly, “Thanks, you’re not so bad yourself. And yeah, I meant it as a friendly outing.” As you opened your door, it slammed in front of you.

Tim stood closer than before, and his nice smile and sweet voice seemed so far away. His hand rested on your door, having shut it. “You sure as hell didn’t dress like it was a friendly outing. Go out with me Y/n/n.” Your eyes squinted at his use of your nickname, which you hadn’t told him to use.

“I’m sorry, I just— Oh god.” Your eyes widened behind Tim as his head whipped behind, “What is it?” The door quickly slammed shut as you sat in the drivers seat. Tim turned back, you tricked him. He tried to open the door but you quickly pressed the lock.

“Open the door.”

His voice was low, it was a threat.

You pressed the button to start your car up, not daring to look his way. God knows what you’d be met with. You quickly pulled out of the gyms parking lot, mustering up the courage to look into your rear view mirror.

He wasn’t there.

You couldn’t tell if him not being there was more frightening than comforting. But you did need to put as many miles between you and Tim as possible. A night out with friends would help take your mind off it.

As you came home, you couldn’t help but sigh. The night had been totally exhausting as well as exhilarating. It’d been a while since you’d seen your friends, since your marathon had been cancelled after the attempted robbery. And you had also subconsciously taken Tims advice to not have any friends over.

As much as you hate to admit it, he was right. It was nice to take some time to recuperate and understand what happened before seeing friends. The millions of questions they threw at you tonight were even worse than when they were over the phone.

‘Are you okay?’

‘We don’t have to go out tonight!’

‘We can stay in, order some food?’

‘If you need to talk, I’m here.’

You were definitely grateful to have so many friends that cared about you after something pretty traumatic, but all you wanted was to drink, dance and forget. Which was partially successful. But he wouldn’t leave your mind.

Tim had basically infiltrated your life since you first met him that afternoon. And you had no clue what about you screamed to him, enticed him.

You wracked your brain trying to think about any time you would’ve given him any sort of signal to needing him. To inviting him into your life. And you couldn’t come up with a single sign. Maybe he was just insane?

How could you even get rid of him?

He was a literal cop. When at the station, you couldn’t help but notice how often people talked about him. Whether it was how amazing he was, or how reckless. The overall consensus was that he was a good guy, just a bit odd or impulsive. You couldn’t help but feel bad as well. He’d literally saved you from being hurt, or worse. And when you’d talked to him, he seemed so sweet.

Tim Bradford was respected, and you were just a civilian.

But to Tim? You were so much more. Having you in his arms, fully reliant on him to help save you. He knew you needed him, you just didn’t realise it yet. But he’d help you realise, there was no need to worry. He’d keep you safe, you’d never be in such a situation ever again. He wouldn’t fail you like he failed his ex.

“Had a nice night?”

Your blood ran cold and your bubble of bliss from the night out had effectively been popped. He was in your home. How did he know where you— he’s a cop. He probably knew more about you than you knew. “I did.” Tim stood from your couch, making his way to you.

“Meet anyone?” You shook your head adamantly, “No one Tim.” You needed to play your cards right if you were going to get away from this psycho alive. God knows what he wanted to do or what he was after.

By the time he was in front of you he had you pinned to the wall, right by the hallway. His hands came around your hips, fingers digging in. He smelled your neck, savouring the sweet perfume. “You smell amazing, and you look…” He was practically undressing you with his eyes. “Bet you danced a lot tonight, should take a shower.” Of course you’d love that. Which is what you wanted to say, but with his eyes burning into you?

You couldn’t respond. Not when his hands began to roam, and tug on the strings of your dress. Not when he led you into your bathroom, and let the bath fill up or when he undressed you and himself.

You were practically frozen as he bathed you.

He acted as if it was where he belonged, as if this was a daily occurrence for you and him. You knew you couldn’t get away now,

You were too late and scared of his power.

BOOTS / TIM BRADFORD & LUCY CHEN

PAIRINGS: Dark!Tim Bradford & Dark!Lucy Chen x Fem!Rookie!Reader

SUMMARY: You never noticed just how dedicated your two best friends were to keeping you safe, and theirs.

WARNINGS: Overprotectiveness, fighting/violence jealousy, flirting, forced relationship, suggestive behaviour (makeouts, sub r, dom!Tim & soft dom!Lucy, fingering, handcuffs, p in v, threeway)

WORD COUNT: 5.2K Words

A/N: Dark!Chenford is a must have 🤭I had to turn to my roots for some smut cause who wouldn’t want to be in between these two?? I may have gotten carried away at 5k words 😭 (for the sake of this pretend pto’s can have two rookies) NOT PROOFREAD special order for my girl @lady-ashfade

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

They always had your back, which you found comfort in.

Whether it be standing up for you, or tearing in a new one to the woman who got your order wrong after you’d already given a smile and taken what was served. (It may or may not have been Tim yelling whilst Lucy fiddled with her nails.)

You were so close to them, since your day one on the job Lucy had been nothing but a sweetheart. Fixing your hair for you, ordering your food for you or just giving you a smile when your day was particularly gruelling. She, along with Nolan and West were your best friends. But Lucy went above and beyond when it came to you, even if you didn’t notice at times.

And Tim, was a special case. Of course at first all Rookies got the roughest side of him. But overtime Tim noticed the little things about you. And at first he figured it was you trying your hardest to kiss up to your T.O and everyone else. But he soon came to realise that you were naturally this nice. Always helping anyone where you could when they asked, even with out ask at times.

But that was the problem.

Tim found you to be in need of him, someone to properly guide you rather than your idiot of a T.O who couldn’t care less about you. You were nice, too nice for your own good. He could help in that department.

You entered the break room in the mood for about a million cups of coffee. As you reached for a cup another Rookie cut in front of you before grabbing the pot. You took a step back allowing him to fill his cup up, he was probably tired and lacking manners, so you let him continue. But if there was one person who wouldn’t?

“Hey, you cut in front of her. Pass your cup over to her and move to the back of the line.” Tim startled the Rookie in question so much that he spilled it all over himself. He’d been here for about two days in a trial week. Lucy had a feeling he wouldn’t be here much longer.

You, being you, jumped straight in to help the ass, “Here’s a napkin, you should go change. Maybe take a shower and see a doctor if there are any burns okay?” He nodded before rushing out the door, but not before shoving a cup into your hands.

You couldn’t believe what had just happened, you put the cup down, ready to reprimand the two but when you turned around you realised you couldn’t exactly reprimand two officers above you.

“Thanks for standing up for me but—,”

“No problem sweetheart, how’s your paperwork going?” Tim asked as he poured a cup for himself and his girlfriend. You always noticed him doing stuff like that for her so she didn’t have to, as if it was second nature for him. But he also did the same for you, not that you noticed. “Uhm… it’s going well.” You tried to continue on but the two of them interrupted you every time.

You sighed in defeat as you stirred in sugar, Tim and Lucy sat on either side of you, personal space be damned. You hadn’t realised how often Tim and Lucy used nicknames with you, or sat close to you, or defended you.

Was this normal?

“What’s going on in that little head of yours?” Lucy smiled at you as your cheeks flushed, “I— uhm,” You heard Tim’s laughter from your right, “You’ve got her blushing Chen.” Your head snapped his way before shaking your head, “No! It’s just, warm.” You fiddled with the cuff of your long sleeve as Tim and Lucy admired.

You were so adorable, always with a smile on your face. You could never handle it when they flirted with you, and they took every chance they could get to see you go red. They loved to do it, and they did it so often that you’d basically become accustomed to it. That didn’t mean it was easier to handle with two gorgeous people, especially when they’re older and in charge.

Tim loved talking to you. Just hearing your voice was enough to bring a rare smile to his face. When you were truly impassioned in a topic he could tell, so could she. You’d sit up straighter in your seat, your hand movements increased and so did your eye contact.

But with him and Lucy? You never could keep eye contact. Again, adorable aren’t you?

But what Lucy hated was when you were interrupted. It’d been a few minutes of you talking at them about a call of yours from the day before, in which your T.O had made you answer a call on your own whilst on the phone with his wife. You never noticed, but Lucy’s firsts curled up, and Tim’s hand rested on his gun.

The anger that surged through their bodies at your T.O’s irresponsible behaviour was unmatched. How dare he send someone so fragile on their own? Did he understand how special you were?

Tim’s hand moved from his gun to his radio as you continued. You’d ended up in an altercation with two armed suspects, but you’d managed to subdue them both by bursting a nearby pipe which then sprayed the pair. By the time you had both cuffed to a dumpster your T.O, Jim, waltzed in and smiled.

“And then he just, smiled. He told me he was surprised I could get the job done and that maybe I did deserve my short sleeves. It seemed so targeted and sexist. As if he couldn’t believe that a woman could handle herself. But he apologised later.” Tims brow rose as Lucy titled her head, “He apologised to you?”

Your head turned to Lucy as you crinkled your nose, “Well, not outright. But he did pay for our lunch and ordered me extra. He let me drive too. That’s his way of saying thanks.” Someone was going to have to hold Tim back from beating the life out of this dickhead.

First, he leaves you alone against two armed suspects to see what’s for dinner, then, after you did an amazing job on your own, he underestimates you.

With the worst timing in the world, in walks Jim, “Ah there you are boot. Finished the work have you? Good girl.” You and Lucy visibly cringed at his words as Tim had had enough, “The hell did you just call her?” Your T.O frowned as Tim stood in front of him menacingly, hand on his holster.

“None of your business, she’s my boot.” Jim turned back to his coffee as Tim inhaled, “Leave the room you two.” Jim scoffed as you both got up, “Yes, let the men speak huh?” Lucy rolled her eyes as she guided you out, she and Tim shared a moment and a look that screamed ‘Fuck him up.’ Jim smiled before reaching for the creamer, but it was snatched up by Tim.

“You think you’re funny? Being a sexist dick to your Rookie?” Tim prayed that Jim would try something, anything. As long as it allowed him to beat him into the floor. “Again Timmy, she’s my rookie. That’s the whole point of us Trainers, to toughen them up. You don’t question my methods and I won’t yours. Pretty little thing like that’s probably glided through here.” Tim grabbed him by the shoulder before pushing him against the wall.

“Testy are we? You and Chen have a thing for her?”

“Don’t fucking call me that. And I’ll question whatever I want, when I want. And don’t talk about them like that.” The mention of you and Lucy was more than enough to set him off, and he wasn’t sure if he could stop himself.

Lucy ushered you into her Tim’s shop as you kept asking her questions, “Why am I in here?” Lucy sighed as she rested her hands on her belt, “I don’t exactly think you’ll be riding with him today. Best if you ride with us, I’ll go alert Grey to whats happening, just stay safe in here.” And just like that, she was leaving for the door.

“Messing with me is one thing, with her? Bad idea.” Tim shoved him against the wall again before whispering into his ear.

Tim, Lucy, you and Jim all stood in Grey’s office.

He stood with his hands on his belt, trying to process what he’d been told. “Sergeant, Officer Bradford attacked me in the break room when all I did was simply address my rookie.” Tim and Lucy’s faces simultaneously contorted in disgust at his accentuation on ‘my’.

“Save it Jim. I heard what actually happened through Officer Bradfords radio. Officer Bradford, you’re not yet excused for inciting violence with a fellow officer. Your overtime is cancelled for over a month, you’ll be having a reprimand as well as a month of anger management training courtesy of the department. The rest of your punishment will be applied later. Officer Chen, Officer L/N, you may both go.”

Lucy and you smiled and acknowledged him before glancing at Tim, ‘I’ll be fine.’ he mouthed at the two of you. The door closed behind you as you looked back into the office to see Greys hands waving around. He was pissed and so was Tim. He had to stand next to this guy.

“Hey are you okay Y/n/n?” The two of you were currently filling out paperwork together to kill time whilst you waited for Tim, you glanced back up at her with a smile, “Yeah I’m fine, just glad Bradford stood up for me. But I feel bad now, he’s in there with Grey whilst I’m here.” Lucy’s hand covered yours as she offered her comfort.

“Baby none of this is your fault, Jim is a moron and stuck in the 70’s. You’re an amazing cop and you’ll be even better as the years pass and you learn. But you’ll learn a lot more from another T.O than him. And T— Officer Bradford,” she corrected herself, “He stuck up for you because you don’t deserve to be disrespected like that. No one will ever say those things, we promise.”

You couldn’t help but smile at her words, never having someone who cared about you so much that they’d hurt someone else.

Hypothetically of course. Right?

Tim came back grumpy, which wasn’t a new thing. But he couldn’t help but feel something at the view he has. You and Lucy, shoulder to shoulder, giggling away. At his desk nonetheless. You really were meant for them.

“Alright, you’re sticking with us for the next few weeks L/N. Until you’re reassigned to a new T.O.” Tim stood in front of you as you glanced to him, “What’s happening to Jim?” Tim scoffed as he turned to the side before shaking his head and staring at his shoes, “What he deserves. He’s out of here, don’t worry about him. Not while we’re here.” Lucy nodded in agreement as she picked up your paperwork and hers, “We’re done here.”

“Good, get to our gear, boots.”

And for the next few weeks you found yourself closer to Lucy and Tim than ever. In the physical sense being you and them in the same car for every shift. In the mental and emotional sense of having more time together, on calls together, eating together at times and clocking out together. Usually to go to one of their apartments to wind down and have dinner. So close to them to the point where you found yourself in the middle of them.

The tension was thick, whenever you three were alone.

Lucy and Tim were undeniably hot, and you knew that. And so did they. The two of them were absolute menaces when it came to teasing you. Whether it be Tim or Lucy, both or alone. They wanted you all for themselves, and they will have you.

You prided yourself on making a mean cup of coffee.

Before joining the force, coffee was a once in a whole situation but since? It’s your saving grace and addiction. Your body would probably stop functioning without. Another thing you couldn’t survive without would be music. It’s why you stood in the breakroom with your airpods in.

“Boo.” You jumped at the whisper in your ear only to bump right into your new T.O. “Tim!” You jolted as he laughed at your reaction, “You should be more aware of your surroundings L/N.” Taking a napkin you quickly cleaned the mess on the table before putting a lid on your coffee. “Sorry Sir, I’ll pay more attention.”

His lips involuntarily twitched at the notion of you calling him ‘sir’. It was usually Officer Bradford or when you were pissed off, Bradford. Not much of a change but for you it was the equivalent of flipping him the bird. Tim found it cute.

“You’re good.” He spoke before leaning behind you to grab a cup of his own. Your breath hitched as you felt his broad chest pressed against your back. As he poured his cup, he glanced at you, “You okay there Boot?” Your eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere that wasn’t at him. “Fine, I’ll be in the— somewhere.”

He leaned against the table as you shuffled out of the room as quick as possible. God you were cute.

Lucy leaned against the doorway with a smile, “You’re gonna have her malfunctioning at this point Bradford.” Tim grinned as she approached him, taking a sip of his coffee, “Then maybe we can fix her Chen.” He whispered before taking a sip of his own.

“And how would we do that?”

“Might need to lay her down, undress—,”

“Tim!” Lucy yelped as she covered his mouth as a muffled “What?” came out. “You can’t stay stuff like that here!” He rolled his eyes before peeling the palm of her hand away from his mouth. “Did you not talk for about twenty minutes about how badly you wanted to kiss—,” For the second time Lucy shut him up.

“Shh!”

It had been a long shift for all three of you.

You’d barely gotten time to catch your breath with how many calls were coming through. There was a concert on in town and apparently that resulted in all hell breaking loose. Merch trucks had been highjacked, fake tickets and scams everywhere resulting in fights.

Tim didn’t personally understand the reason for all the chaos, “It’s like your favourite team coming to play in L.A and there are also a bunch of fake fans wanting to go. Along with scammers waiting to make money. People go crazy over the things they love Tim.”

He knew that, he had you.

“Yeah but actual sports? That I understand. Some singer who’s going to walk around a stage? Boring.” You and Lucy rolled your eyes as you gave up on explaining it to him. You were currently out at dinner for once, suggested by Lucy.

“I like it better when we stay home.” Tim muttered as he surveyed the restaurants terrace. There were currently three other couples surrounding them. “Me too honestly.” Lucy was surprised by your agreement as Tim was overjoyed, “See? Two against one.” Lucy shrugged before returning to the drinks menu, “We need to get out once in a while.”

We. Not you and I, we. It was those word choices that made you wonder, did they consider you apart of their relationship?

Lucy’s hand rested over Tim’s as the waiter approached, “My names Jack and I’ll be serving you tonight. What will you be having miss?” He waited for you whilst you sorted through the menu, “I’m going to go very simple, can I get the chicken fettuccine and garlic bread?”

He quickly jotted your order down with a smile, “Great choice.” You smiled at the praise, “Thanks Jack.” His smile was wide and sweet as his gaze lingered, a sharp cough caused the two of you to break away.

Tim’s hold on the menu was tight, shaping crescent indents into the leather exterior as he watched the waiter, Jake was it? Who cares, he should stop eyeing you up and do his job. But why were you responding to him? Keeping eye contact and laughing.

His cough caused you to finally stop ogling him as Tim barked his order at him, whilst Lucy hid her laugh behind the menu. She hated how this random guy thought he could come up to her girl and charm her. Maybe if she showed her gun off he would—

“And drinks?” Tim scanned over the variety of wines as you got up, “I’m going to head to the restroom.” Tim and Lucy nodded as you placed your purse on the table, “Uhh, where is it?” Jack smiled, “I’ll take you there.” He tucked the menus under his arm, “Lead the way!”

Lucy’s hold on Tim’s hand was deadly as the two of them stared daggers into Jacks head. Who did this guy think he was? “Why the hell is she still taking to him? What happened to the restroom?” Lucy complained as Tim straightened in his chair. “I don’t know, but we have to let her know it’s not allowed.”

And that came in the form of coming back to the table to find your food packaged for take away.

You crossed your arms as you stopped in front of your chair, “First of all, I love those bathrooms. Second, how the hell is the food here so quickly? And third, why is it for takeaway?” Tim abruptly stood as his chair slid back, bumping into the railing, his hand in Lucy’s whilst she grabbed the bag.

“We’re leaving, now.” His voice was stern and Lucy’s face seemed to be void of the smile from moments ago. “Wait what?” Tim’s hand wrapped around your wrist as he led you into the elevator.

“Why are we leaving? Also, I can walk myself, no offence.” His grip on you only tightened as you winced, you quickly contracted your wrist from his hand. Soothing it by running your hands over it, the pain was low but the mark sure as hell would show soon.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Eyebrows furrowed slightly, you pulled your lips into a line, “Nothing Lucy. What’re you two doing? Are you okay?”

“Do you find it fun? Flirting in front of us?” Tim sounded genuinely angry, which was never a good sign. The elevator opened as you followed the two of them, eventually ending up with one behind and in front. Tim silently opened the back door for you, climbing in to turn towards him you were met with a slamming door.

Flirting? They were angry because you flirted? Do they expect you to never talk to anyone that wasn’t them? Yes the waiter was cute, but you only talked him about the Marvel Captain America necklace he had on. If they were angry, then did this mean you were in a relationship?

You turned to view the two of them behind the car, they were plotting intently. As Tim’s hands drew her closer in, and his lips landed on hers you couldn’t help but watch and have no idea who you wanted to be in the scenario. When Tim’s eyes flicked up, you turned to the front of the car. This was going to be an awkward ride home.

You were right, the ride home was dead silent.

Tim’s hand was interlaced with Lucy’s, right infront of you and you couldn’t help but feel as if they were rubbing their relationship in your face. So instead of sitting in the middle as per usual, you shifted over to the window. At least the night was nice.

Lucy couldn’t help but smile as she noticed your jealousy. Tim was right, this showed just how much you wanted to be with them. When they kissed you couldn’t look away until looked at, and their holding hands pissed you off to the point where you switched seats. When you were with them, you were always in the middle.

When you reached Tim’s place you were the first to get out of the car, not bothering to wait for the couple. “You think we went too far?” Lucy asked Tim, as much as she loved riling you up, she felt sad by your annoyance. She wanted nothing more than to kiss and hold you.

Tim on the other hand, was pissed off beyond relief. He had to refrain from beating the shit out of the waiter and kissing you at the restaurant. But he figured, your first time should be special.

“No, we haven’t. She needs to learn.”

As you entered his apartment you couldn’t deny the fact that it did indeed feel like home. You shook your heels off in the doorway, as Lucy and Tim removed their shoes. They’d told you to dress nicely but they were both dressed normally. You being in a dress felt out of place when they weren’t done up like you were for the night.

Tim’s bed was practically calling your name, “Where do you think you’re going?” His voice was stern and unwavering. You internally groaned, what the hell had you done wrong? “To bed, what else Tim?” You rolled your eyes, bad idea.

He pushed you against the wall, towering over you. “You think you’re funny?” He was overwhelming, his cologne lingered and Lucy watched on amused. Was she rubbing her legs—

“Don’t look at her, look at me. Answer the question.” His hands were placed on either side of your head, “No, I don’t think I’m funny. I’m sorry.” Tim narrowed his eyes as you squirmed under his gaze, “Sorry for what baby?” You stared down at your feet before he grabbed your chin, “For flirting.”

“So you know what you did wrong?” You nodded meekly at Lucy’s question. “You know, a Rookie has to be taught lessons right?” You nodded again, “And whose Rookie are you?” The bottom of your dress was smooth between your fingertips as you nervously fidgeted.

“Yours.”

“I’m sorry but you have to be taught baby.” His hand slowly moved up your thigh, and under your dress. Tim never looked away from you, even as his hand grazed over your panties. Your breath hitched as his hand slipped past the elastic band, “Tim!” You moaned out as you held onto his shoulders.

“What’s wrong? Use your words baby.” Lucy spoke as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. She moved your hair away, allowing herself free roam of your neck as she surged forwards. “Please.”

“Let’s take you to the bed huh?” You nodded vehemently at Tim’s suggestion as he picked you up bridal style. He laid you down on the bed as you shuffled back. Tim and Lucy stood side by side, the grins never leaving their faces. “What do you think Lucy? How’d you feel when Y/n was talking to Jack?”

At the mention of his name your heart began to race, you were nervous, why were they talking about him?

“Angry, and jealous. You?”

Tim nodded, “I did too. I think we should teach you a lesson. And if you’re good then, maybe, we’ll let you go.” You swallowed air before nodding. “Words baby.” Lucy’s voice was soft as she came to sit behind you, laying your head in her lap. “Y-yes.”

“If you feel uncomfortable then say so.” She whispered into your ear as you nodded. “You’re so cute, you know that right?” You shook your head, “No, you’re just being sweet.” Lucy frowned at your low confidence, “You are. Okay? Never let anyone tell you any different. You’re so gorgeous, and kind and sweet. I love you.” Lucy smiled as your wide eyes looked up at her, full of love.

“I— I love you too.” She closed the distance between the two of you quickly, you’d been wanting to kiss her for so long. Her hands trailed along the neckline of your dress, cold hands brushing over your chest as you gasped, allowing her to slip her tongue in.

“Having fun without me?” Tim joked as Lucy withdrew, “Maybe, why? Jealous?” She teased as he shook his head, “That’s her job.” Tim alluded to you as you rolled your eyes, “Is not.” Lucy chuckled at your words.

“Keep rolling your eyes and I’ll give you a reason to.” Tim’s hands were on your thighs again, following the same route as last time and ending up in the same place. You turned your head, trying to bury your face into Lucy’s thighs as Tim removed your underwear. He trailed his hand up and down, collecting your slick.

“So wet, you know how long we’ve wanted to see this?” Tim’s lips met yours as he pushed a finger in, causing you to groan. “There we go, let it out for me.” You wrapped your arms around Tim’s neck, trying to pull him closer. Lucy’s hands slowly removed her own top, then her jeans.

You tugged at Tim’s shirt as he laughed, “Want me to take it off?” Your eager nod was more than enough for him to slide his finger out of you, but not before Lucy took it into her mouth.

You were going to explode. Lucy stared into Tim’s eyes as she detatached from his finger with a ‘pop’. Lucy worked on his belt buckle as Tim removed his shirt before chucking it behind him. “Take your dress off.” You did not need to be told twice.

As you lifted your dress you were met with helping hands, their eyes raked over you eagerly. Tim leaned in again, and as you closed your eyes you heard something.

Click!

Fucking handcuffs. “Wait— are you kidding me?” You tugged at the handcuffs as Tim spoke, “You didn’t think we forgot did you?” You rolled your eyes, “I was being good.” You muttered. Tim was not a fan.

He smushed your face in his hands, “You’re being a brat, now sit and watch.” Tim kissed Lucy’s neck as she raked her hands through his hair, “Oh god.” He made his way down to her chest as she laid down onto the bed. Tim unhooked her bra as he took one of her tits into his mouth. You wanted nothing more than to touch.

But you were forced to sit and listen.

Even as he pounded into her and you writhed against the cuffs. “You feel so good.” Tim groaned, his fingertips were digging into her hips as she clutched onto the sheets. “Fuck Lucy.” He muttered between clenched teeth, trying his best not to moan out.

You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together for the smallest ounce of relief. But Tim never made it easy for you. He slid out of her pussy, as she whined, “So close.” Tim stroked her cheek, “I know baby, I know.” He lifted her up easily with one arm, making her face you before laying her down. “Y/n’s gonna watch.” Lucy lifted her back from the bed as she felt herself peak.

“F-fuck Tim!” She shouted as Tim fastened his pace, “You feel so good.” He groaned before releasing into her. He slowly pulled out, letting Lucy catch her breath as she laid down on the pillows. “You okay?” He muttered as he kissed her cheek, she nodded. “Wanna see you and her.”

Your eyes glistened with excitement, “Please, take the cuffs off.” Tim was feeling nice, so he reached for the key and unlocked you. You first soothed your wrist before Tim dragged you by your ankles.

“Open your legs.” You slowly opened them for him. His hands immediately found your waist, mimicking circles along them. He never strayed too close, only trailing up and down, “Please Tim.”You wanted to cry. “Please what?” He responded calmly.

Tim loved seeing you like this, a whiny mess for him. The tears welled up in your eyes as you clenched them shut, allowing a few to fall down. “Use your words sweetie, just like I taught you.” You shook your head in embarrassment, you didn’t want to say it out loud. It felt, dirty. His calm demeanour was gone in an instant as his finger slipped back into you, “Please touch me.”

Lucy couldn’t help to admire you, they finally had you.

“There we go.” He praised as he moved swiftly up your slit; gathering your slick to spread around your clit. "Yeah, there's my girl, you feel good?” Your high pitched moan was more than enough of an indication, “S-so good Tim.” As if his fingers weren’t enough, he pumped his cock a few times before teasing your hole.

You arched off the bed as soon as he pushed himself in, fat tip bullying its way into you whilst your nails dug into Lucy’s arm, “I got you baby.” She spoke as her hand came up to your breast, teasing it before bringing it into her mouth. “Oh fuck!” You screeched as you felt her tongue drag along your nipple.

Tim eased himself out, and back in as his hand trailed up to your neck, squeezing it as your hand held onto his wrist, “You like that huh?” You nodded in agreement, tears were flowing freely from the overstimulation. This was literally straight out of dream. He grinned at you when your eyes rolled back, encouraging, "Go for it, feels good baby. You feel so good.” Lucy captured your lips as you groaned into her mouth.

The pressure was so intense, you kept writhing on the bed. “I-I’m so close Tim.” He took it as a personal mission to make you cum, grabbing one of your legs and angling it up, his hand in the crevice behind your leg. With the new angle he was able to meet new parts, your babbles were incoherent as he laughed, “Fucked you so good you can’t even talk.” He taunted you as he thrusted his cock in between your drenched folds.

Lucy’s hand trailed down, a sticky mess waiting in between her legs, seeing Tim manhandle you was more than enough. “Bet you dreamed of this, of me.” Tim continued to pound into you harshly, cock gliding easily against your inner walls.“Yes! Yes! Harder!” you cried out.

“Baby found her words huh?”

You nodded as you steadied yourself by holding onto his biceps, Tim was nothing but fit. You’d always wanted to see him under the uniform, his large arms always looked incredible in short sleeves. Tim’s hand moved from your neck to your clit as he sent you over the edge, following closely. Your hand reached up to caress his neck. Thank yous spilled out from you.

You laid in the middle of Tim and Lucy, fast asleep as they watched on.

“She’s so sweet and peaceful when she’s sleeping.” Lucy cooed as she stroked your cheek lovingly, “She tired herself out, of course she’s gonna sleep well afterwards.” Tim’s hand was on your hip under the sheets, caressing the soft skin absentmindedly. “She did so well.”

“She did, knew she could take it.”

“So what are we?” Lucy waited for Tim’s response.

“Whatever we want to be.”

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hello my lovelies, we’ve recently reached 100k likes (which is insane in my eyes) and i wanted to throw a little party in here ❤️

1) my requests are open for all fandoms, (click here for fandoms) and you can request blurbs and imagines. you can also ask for specific appearances or names to cater to you.

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Prompts:

Angst/Hurt:

'You scared me back there.”

“You never really cared, did you?” “I always cared, you never noticed.”

“Do you think you’re invincible?”

"I came as soon as I heard." “You didn’t have to.”

“If you didn’t want to be with me then why the hell did you drag me along?”

“Do you love them?”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“You need to take care of yourself.” “Why do you care?”

“Don’t touch me!”

“Did you ever love me?”

Fluff:

“I would wait here forever.” “God you’re cheesy.”

“Y/n, I love you.” “Finally.”

“You’re cute as hell.” “I know.”

“I could keep you in my pocket all day.”

“Is that my shirt?” “Yes.” “Keep it, looks good on you”

"Wear a sweater, it's cold out."

“Have you eaten today?” “I’ll eat you.” “Woah.”

“Did you buy me flowers, why?” “Just take the damn flowers.” “Naw, have I made you sappy?”

“If I called you the apple of my eye, would you hit me?” “Yes.”

“Time for bed.” “No I have work…” “Doesn’t matter, come on.” “Noooo!”

Flirty/Smutty/Jealous:

“If he doesn’t stop staring I swear to god—,” “Un-ball your fists please.”

“Now how am I supposed to focus when you look like that?”

“Do you ever shut up?” “There’s ways to make a girl shut up yknow?”

“I’d rather die than kiss you.” “Sure thing Y/n.”

“God you’re divine.”

“This is too small. You’re too close.” “Well who’s bright idea was it to hide in a closet?”

“Is that blushing I see?” “No, shut up!”

“I’m sorry it’s a bit difficult to stand here whilst everyone is staring at my girl.”

“I want to put you in a chokehold.” “Whoa sweetheart, you kiss your mother—,” *Smothers his mouth*

“You’re lucky I have self restraint.”

Dark:

1 - “I gave you a chance, remember that.”

2 - “The longer you hide the worse it’ll be when I find you.”

3 - “Did you really think you could get rid of me?”

4 - “Someone dangerous could’ve hurt you.” “You are dangerous.”

5 - "If I was you sweetheart, I’d get to runnin’."

6 - “Just leave me alone.” “Don’t hurt my feelings, god knows what I’ll do.”

7 - “Can’t tell me you don’t want it when you’re acting like this Y/n/n.”

8 - "You don't want to be my good girl?"

9 - "Missed me have you?" “How’d you find me?”

10 - “And who’s going to believe you?”

Cannot wait for requests!

- Kira 🎀

Hey! Could you do fluff John Nolan and wife reader where she visit the station and everyone just awed at her beauty? Maybe someone try to flirt with her. You decide how it end. Tag me later. Thanks!

first time writing for nolan 😜

lmk how i did!

nolan’s wife

You were way too beautiful to be John Nolan’s wife, is the first thing that comes to mind to all the officers when you introduce yourself.

Lucy and Jackson knew Nolan was with someone, because he always shot down anyone that came onto him everywhere they went. Whether it be the hospital, a call, the bar, anywhere.

But they didn’t know that that woman was his wife, nor that she was that gorgeous!

And I mean everyone, even Tim Bradford, was checking her out as she made her way towards the rookie.

“John,” You said in a silky voice, slightly fixing his tie.

“Y/n,” John smiles down at you, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips.

That was the only downside of your husband—his height. He was so tall, and it wasn’t that you were short, it was just that he was so tall! Even in high heels you couldn’t match his height or anywhere near it.

“Oh, my god,” Lucy sped over to the two of you, her hair pulled back into a low bun. “You are gorgeous!”

“Thank you?” You pull back slightly from John, giving him some personal space.

“I have to say, you are beautiful,” Jackson says, his hands resting on his belt.

“Who’s this smoke show?” Smitty walks over, raising his brows and flashing a smile. “Wanna go out tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to pass,” You nod awkwardly, holding your hand out to let him see your ring. “I’m married.”

“To who? I could take him,” Smitty assures you.

“To me. She’s my wife,” John asserts dominance, which has Smitty backing up a few steps.

“Alright, slow down cowboy,” Smitty puts his hands up, walking back to his desk.

Lucy laughs, shaking her head.

“Hey, we were just about to head out for lunch, wanna join us?” Jackson asks nicely.

“Oo, yes!” Lucy jumps excitedly. “Please, please, please come!”

“I mean, if it’s okay with you,” You turn towards John, looking up at him sweetly.

“Of course, oh, I’d love for you to go,” John puts his large hands on the sides of your head, leaving a kiss on the top of your head.

“So it’s a deal, let’s go,” Lucy puts her arm through yours. “Y/n gets shotgun.”

Lucy drives you to this food truck joint, that has several different types and trucks to try from, so you could basically get whatever you wanted.

You sit in front with Lucy, while John and Jackson take up the backseat.

You snap a photo of John in the back seat, and tell him that you think it’ll make the Christmas card this year, resulting in a laugh from him.

Once there, Lucy picks a table with four chairs, and you sit as John gets the two of you something to share. Because, yes, the two of you are adorable like that. But also because he wanted to surprise you since you’ve never eaten there before.

You watch him go around to several of the trucks, getting a bit of everything, and you love him for it because he knows you so well.

Lucy shares a few of her fries with you as you wait.

When he sits back down, you are relieved to be hit with the smell of food, but then are hit with the urge to vomit.

Which brings you back to the whole reason you came to see John at the station.

You cover your mouth, which has you receiving a concerned look from your husband.

“Everything okay?” His frown deepens as get up.

“Excuse me,” You all but sprint towards the nearest trash can and hurl into it, not even caring about how people around you are trying to eat.

“You okay?” John appears beside you, rubbing your back and giving you a napkin so you can wipe your mouth.

“I’m fine,” You swallow, trying to get the taste out of your mouth. “Did you get something to drink?”

“Yes, it’s right this way,” John still watches over you intently, his hand on the small of your back. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m okay,” You laugh it off.

When you sit, you feel eyes on you, and you know who they belong to.

Your husband.

“John, we should talk,” You turn your head, dropping your fork.

“And that’s our cue,” Jackson nods to Lucy who stands with the man to leave to another table.

“What’s wrong? I thought everything was okay.”

“It is,” You grab his hand. “I took a test this morning.”

“A test? What— like, like a pregnancy test?” His eye brows shoot to his hairline. He was surprised, to say the least.

“Yeah,” You look down. “It was positive.”

“Really?” John lets out a breath.

“If you don’t want this, I understand,” You tilt your head. “You’re still just a rookie, and—“

“No,” John shakes his head with a big grin bloomed across his face. “I mean, I’ll admit, it’s terrible timing, but I couldn’t be more happier.”

You let out a big sigh of relief that has John laughing along with you.

“Good. Because I don’t know what I would have done, had you said you didn’t want this baby.”

“I would never say that to you, or anyone, for that matter.”

You smile up at him, placing a kiss on his jaw.

“We’re gonna have a baby,” John whispers.

“Yeah,” Your eyes water a bit, stupid hormones. “We are.”

The Heat of The Night

Summary: You and your new partner, John are on a stakeout. Your first ever stakeout. It goes a lot different than you expected.

Warnings: age gap, piv, unprotected sex, car sex, rough, (poorly written by an amateur writer), minors dni

Word count: 1193

Fandom: The Rookie

Pairing: John Nolan x reader

Here you were, sat with your new partner. You were fresh meat, a rookie. Your partner was a veteran, compared to you at least. It was your first time out on a stakeout, your first time in this dark, foreboding alleyway. The air was cold, you could see your breath dancing in the air. The silence between the two of you was almost deafening, only occasionally broken by the faint hum of the engine and the ticking of the clock on the dashboard. The alley stretched out before you, illuminated only by the faint glow of a streetlight at the far end. Your orders were to observe but do not approach. It had been hours, and you were bored out of your mind.

Then, you saw it. A shadow, moving across the wall of the building opposite. You nudged your partner, trying to get their attention. He turned his head slowly, one eyebrow raised. You pointed at the shadow, and he nodded. You both tensed. He saw you. Your cover was blown. He started walking towards you, a slow, deliberate pace. Your heart raced, your breath shallow. You glanced at your partner and back to the approaching figure and made a decision you didn't know was going to be the best decision of your life. You kissed him. You bought his lips to yours, your hands tangled in his hair. Your thought was to convince the suspect that you were just a horny couple looking for some alone time and the car was the only place you could get it.

The only problem was that once you two started, you didn't stop. Nor would you have wanted to. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of your body. He was rough and demanding, his lips leaving trails of bruises on your neck and shoulders. You moaned into the small space, your body arching into his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline course through your veins. You were lost in the heat of the moment, forgetting about the suspect and the stakeout.

Before you knew it, you were in the back of the car, naked. Sprawled on your back with his tongue tracing circles around your clit. Your legs were splayed wide, your fingernails digging into the worn upholstery as you arched your back, moaning his name. Your hips bucked up against his face, seeking more, needing more. He growled in response, his rough hands gripping your thighs, holding you in place as he lapped at your folds.

His tongue was heavenly. You'd never experienced anything like it. You moaned, the sound echoing through the small space of the car. You lift your hips, grinding against his tongue, feeling the wet heat of it as it slides over your clit. Your fingernails dig into his skull, urging him on, demanding more. He growls in response, and he finally adds a finger, sliding it inside you.

Every so often he gently flicked your clitoris with his tongue, sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. Your body tensed, your toes curled, and your voice escaped you in a hoarse moan. His fingers increased their speed and it set all your nerves alight. You were so close, the edge of release almost within reach, when you felt him push a second finger inside you. And a third.

It was almost too much, the sensation of him filling you. You gasped, arching your back off the car seat. Your hips bucked wildly, desperate for release. You felt the familiar tightening in your core, the building pressure that signalled your impending orgasm. You pushed his head closer, needing more of his touch. He obliged, his tongue circling faster and his fingers thrusting deeper.

The car rocked gently on its suspension as you lost control, your body shuddering with the force of your climax. You screamed his name, your voice echoing through the alley. Your muscles tensed. He kept going, his tongue never relenting as you rode out your orgasm. Finally, as you came back to earth, he licked you clean, savouring the taste of you on his tongue.

You felt him move, felt him lining himself up at your entrance. You spread your legs wider, inviting him in. He thrust into you, hard and fast, claiming you as his. A claim you certainly wouldn’t protest. You cried out, the sound muffled by your own hands as you clutched at his shoulders.

He was huge, filling you completely, and it felt so good. He moved in a brutal rhythm, slamming into you over and over again. You arched your back, meeting his thrusts, your nails digging into his shoulders. The pain was exquisite, mingling with the pleasure, making every sensation more intense. He growled, his face contorted in pleasure as he fucked you harder by the second.

Your body trembled with each impact, your muscles tense as you fought to keep up with his relentless pace. You could feel the heat from his skin, the sweat that coated your bodies, the kiss of the cool air. You moaned his name, the only thing you could remember at this point. It was the best sound in the world to him. You moaning his name, breathlessly as he drills into you. He growled in response, thrusting harder, deeper, his hips slamming against your ass.

His head buried itself in your neck, his teeth scraping lightly against your skin as he growled out your name. You arched your back, digging your nails into his shoulders leaving half-moons on the flesh. You could feel your inner muscles tightening, the familiar sensation of your orgasm building. He pulls out, only to turn you over roughly, slamming into you from behind. You gasp for breath, the palm of your hand presses onto the window, steadying yourself.

He thrusts harder now, his hips slamming into you with a force that makes your body quiver with every impact. He leans down, nipping  your ear as he growls, "Come for me, baby," and with that, you do. Your body tenses, your muscles clenching and spasming around him as you cry out his name. Your nails dug into the plastic of the door. He feels your orgasm wrack through you, and with a final, savage thrust, he follows you over the edge, his hips bucking wildly as he comes. Shooting his hot, creamy seed deep inside you.

You feel his weight press down on you, his breath hot and ragged against your neck. He's still inside you, his length still buried to the hilt, and for a moment, you're not sure if he's going to move. But then, slowly, he begins to pull out, his softening cock slipping out of you. You whine at the loss.

You're left panting, your body aching and sore, but in the most incredible way. He leans forward, kissing you gently on the lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth to taste you.

"Wow," you whisper, "I can't believe we just did that."

He chuckles, kissing you softly again. "Neither can I, but I'm not complaining."

"Me neither," you smirk, running your fingers through your sweat-dampened hair.

@mariechristine00 I'm sorry again 😂

Sing me a Lullaby

Tim Bradford x reader

Warnings/Tags: character death, angst, fluff, hurt

Word count: 482

Authors note: Hey guys, don't know how this happened, but I suddenly had this idea. If my goal is to make you cry? Maybe. I did (but only a little bit, I swear). The song mentioned is Lullabye from Billy Joel.

I would say enjoy, but...

There weren't a lot of things Tim Bradford was scared of.

Still he couldn't sleep, having a hard time to calm down.

With you it was different.

Whenever he couldn't sleep you would sing him a lullaby, calming down his racing heart and erasing the horrible things he saw, when he closed his eyes.

He had seen a lot of things no one should ever see in their lives.

No matter how often he told himself that he was strong, your presence and your sweet voice that filled his head, luring him to sleep, were the only things that helped him at night.

"Goodbye my angel, time to close your eyes." you would sing, your fingers brushing through his hair as you smelled his familiar scent.

"And save these questions for another day. I think I know what you've been asking me, I think you know what I've been trying to say."

It was a song as old as you were, your father singing it to you whenever you couldn't sleep as a baby. It continued even when you grew older, until he died of cancer when you were still very young.

You knew every word of it by heart, the song having a deep meaning for you. Tim knew that, feeling honored that you decided to share it with him.

You were his save haven, his light.

So when you were on patrol with your rookie, a call turning out to be a shooting like you'd rarely seen, his thoughts were trained on you, trying to get you all out of there alive as the supervising officer.

He silently gave administrations, telling you where to go and where to position yourselves, waiting for his signal.

It should have been easy, going in, arresting the drug dealer, going back out.

But it wasn't.

When you stormed the abandoned storage hall, they'd already been waiting for you.

Hiding behind boxes you waited for a clear shot, all the while looking out for the others. Firing whenever you were able to, you shot one down, Tim shooting another one.

There was backup right behind you, Harper, Nolan, Grey, Lucy and some other cops.

When you had shot all of them down, you released a sigh of relief. Even though they managed to surprise you, only one got shot in the leg.

Coming out from your hiding spot you followed Tim and Harper, as they slowly made their way forward.

There was no one in sight, causing you to frown. But you would have never complained about something easier than it looked.

But suddenly, your body jerked forward, straight towards Tim, who's face was sprinkled with blood.

Before you could have asked yourself where the blood came from, you fell into his arms, suddenly having trouble to breathe.

Tim's eyes widened in horror, as he slowly sank down onto his knees with you in his arms.

"No..." he breathed, as you started to feel the pain. A shot rang, as you heard someone call clear.

"No, no, no, no, no!" Tim panicked, frantically pressing his hands to the wound in your chest.

He couldn't lose you.

"Y/N, stay with me!" he shouted, though it seemed to blur, as your fingers slowly brushed over his cheek, adding more blood to it as your body convulsed.

You didn't get enough air into your lungs. It was like something blocked your airways, as you struggled.

Someone called for an ambulance, as Tim pressed harder on your wound. His fingers were full of your blood, as it seemed to just seep through, no matter his attempts of stopping it.

"Y/N!" you heard him shout your name again, as tears formed in his eyes, one after another freeing themselves. "I can't lose you, please, stay with me!"

A hot tear ran down your cheek, as you tried to understand what was happening through the fog in your brain. "I-I love you, T-Tim." you sputtered, blood seeping from your mouth.

"I love you too, so don't dare dying on me now!" he gave back, shaking as he sobbed.

You felt so cold, numb.

"Sing me a lullaby." you asked of him, as you noticed how black blotches started to cover your vision.

He stared at you for a moment, speechless. But he did as you asked him to, silently praying that the ambulance would make it in time.

"Goodbye my angel, time to close your eyes." His voice broke, as a sob racked through him, tears running into his open mouth. "And save these questions for another day."

His heart wrenched, as he fell silent, trying to find back his voice, hands still pressing on your wound.

"I think I know what you've been asking me." he continued, your body hanging limp in his arms. "I think you know what I've been trying to say. I promised I would never leave you, and you should always know, wherever you may go, no matter where you are, I never will be very far."

Anther sob racked through him, his body shaking as he sung the words he remembered by heart.

"Goodbye my angel, now it's time to sleep."

He didn't know that you never heard his last words, even if they meant the world to him.

But as you lay dying in his arms, you knew he was your home. And wherever you may go, you would be his.

Always and forever.

I can't help it when you look like that - John Nolan x Female Reader

Summary: Your fantasies about your cop boyfriend/partner get the better of you and before you know it, you are incredibly horny. It does not help that your boyfriend looks so good in his uniform.

Warnings: age gap, piv, unprotected sex, car sex, rough, handcuffs, pussy eating, use of nickname (Darling, baby girl), multiple orgasms, interruption, (poorly written by an amateur writer), crap title I know, minors DNI

Word count: 5984

Fandom: The Rookie

Pairing: John Nolan x reader

It wasn’t unusual for you to feel this way. Your man always looked so damn good in his uniform. You found him sexy all the time, effortlessly sexy, but seeing him in that uniform? It just did something to you. You hadn’t told him about this, he’d tease you and most likely go out of his way to turn you on, even more than you already were.

What made things worse was the fact that he was your partner. You had to sit next to him every day, looking like the tastiest snack ever. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy towards the fabric that had the privilege of clinging to him, teasing you relentlessly day in and day out. Ugh, life can be so unfair sometimes, can't it?

The two of you have been dating for six months and you practically live at his now. Waking up with him was just as good as riding him into the mattress. Your sex life was amazing, but you never had the guts to talk about your fantasies. Thoughts of his uniform or his restraints...

One day, he finally noticed. You were so lost in your thoughts that you hadn’t realised he pulled up for lunch. Your mind was fixated on something sweeter...

He furrowed his brow and glanced down, "Do I have something on my pants?"

"What?" you inquired, snapped out of the daydream your mind had been lost in for the past thirty minutes. Your gaze shifted from his groin to his captivating blue eyes, “No, I just zoned out,”

“What were you thinking about?” he asked.

‘You railing me in this car,’ you thought.

“Nothing,” you quickly said, turning your head to look out the window, hoping he hadn't noticed the blush on your cheeks. You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, pretending to focus on the surroundings. But, in reality, your mind wandered back to the image of him in his uniform and how amazing it would be to have him pin you down on the hood of the car.

You both sat in silence for a moment, your heart racing, your breaths sounded deafening in the silence. You knew he knew what you were thinking about, and you could feel his gaze burning a hole in the side of your head. You wondered whether he had any of these thoughts. Did he think you were sexy in your uniform?

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” he asked, as he delicately placed his index finger on your forehead. The touch was barely there, yet it caused a wave of tingles to run down your back. You swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of his touch spread across your face. Slowly, his finger glided down your cheek, coming to a stop at your chin. As his finger descended further, it rotated until the back of his finger grazed your skin.

You closed your eyes, savouring the sensation of his touch, feeling the soft skin against yours. You wanted nothing more than to feel his entire body pressed against yours, to feel his weight pinning you down. You shifted slightly in your seat, the familiar ache between your legs growing more insistent.

“Really? Didn’t get enough last night?” he asked. You just rolled your eyes. You could totally tell he was smirking. Nope, you definitely didn't have enough. If you had a choice, you'd both stay in the bedroom all day.

“Do you have any idea how sexy you are in your uniform?” you asked, trying to keep your voice steady but you failed miserably.

“Probably not as sexy as you,” he replied without missing a beat. What you didn’t know was that John also had a hard time keeping his thoughts at bay. He would catch himself stealing glances at you while they were driving, admiring how the uniform hugged your body. The crisp, navy blue fabric hugged your curves in all the right places, accentuating your toned body and making you look like a total badass and incredibly sexy.

But as much as he loved how you looked in your uniform, it also brought a sense of frustration. Having to sit next to you for hours on end, day after day, it was nearly impossible for him to resist his own naughty thoughts. Your hair, perfectly tied up in a tight ponytail, seems to be teasing him, silently begging to be tugged just the way you liked.

He can't help but imagine the feel of your silky skin and the curves of your body, his hands eagerly exploring every inch of you as you share passionate kisses. He can almost feel your body heat against his, the way you moan as he touches you in all the right places.

“The usual, Darling?” he asked you, nodding towards your favourite sandwich shop. The very same one that he took you to on your first patrol together and practically every patrol since then, if you were close by at the time of your lunch.

You nodded with a look on your face that said, ‘Do you really need to ask?’

You never knew you could enjoy sandwiches so much until you tasted it. The butter and the smooth and rich cheddar melted perfectly onto the slightly toasted bread. But despite it being toasted, it still had a certain softness to it. The crunchy onions, tangy and utterly addictive, danced on your tongue, adding an extra kick to each bite.

Your gaze followed him as he got out of the car and walked towards the quaint sandwich shop. Lingering on the tempting sight of his firm glutes barely contained by the navy-blue pants. You couldn't help but bite your lip, almost drawing blood as the thought crossed your mind.

You can’t believe he’s yours. He's everything you could ever want in a man: handsome, charming, and intelligent. But he's also kind and compassionate, and amazing in bed. It's like he knows exactly how to please you in every way possible.

You find yourself constantly pinching yourself, wondering how you got so lucky to have someone like him in your life. He's not just a great boyfriend, he's also your best friend and confidant.

The heat between your legs reminds you of your fantasies, calling to you like a siren. You try to resist torturing yourself, but the allure is irresistible. The image plays in your mind. Your cheek pressed to the hood of the car, one of John’s big hands on the back of your neck, keeping you pinned to the car. One of his legs, moving in between yours to push them apart.

John's breath is warm against your ear as he whispers, 'Ready, baby?' His voice is a low, gravelly murmur that sends shivers down your spine.

You nod, your body trembling with anticipation. The heat between your legs intensifies, a throbbing ache that demands release.

John's hand moves to your thighs, his strong fingers tracing the fabric of your panties. His fingers slip beneath the waistband. He pulls them down your legs. Your mind seems to skip, because the next image to appear in your mind, if John relentlessly pounding into you. Your reflection stares back at you from the car’s sleek black hood, eyes wide with pleasure as he thrusts into you with a bruising force.

You squeezed your thighs together, it felt so real and it left you in a bad spot. How on earth were you going to sort it out.

You were so lost in the fantasy that you hadn’t noticed John come back or that you were moaning out loud.

“You okay?” he asked with a shit eating grin. You jumped, your head snapping towards him.

“W-when did you get back?” you asked him, feeling the heat rush up to your cheeks like a wave. A wave of embarrassment? Of being caught. Or of not being able to control your feelings.

“A couple of minutes ago. Who’s got you moaning like that? Should I be jealous?” he asked, he knew damn well you were thinking about him. You roll your eyes and turn away from him, as much as possible. You knew he would tease you about it if he found out. That’s why you didn’t want him to know.

You looked back and asked if you could have your sandwich. He held it out to you but as your fingers grazed the wrapper, he pulled it back from your reach. Your forehead scrunched up in confusion and a silent question as to what he was doing.

“I have a feeling you’re hungry for something else, baby,”

“Yeah, very funny John, go ahead make your jokes,” you said as you reached over to grab your sandwich. You sat back into your seat, settling to enjoy your lunch. You unwrapped it quickly, excited to get a taste, “In fact, why don’t you go and tell everyone at the station that I get really horny seeing you in your uniform,”

“It’s between me and you, baby,” he said with a gentle touch, he reached out to move a strand off your face, his fingers delicately brushing against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. Slowly, his touch trailed down, tracing the contours of your neck. His hand gracefully curved, slipping beneath your chin, tilting your head to meet his gaze.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he asked, looking at you like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever laid eyes on. You looked away, looking at the sandwich sitting in your lap. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see John move closer to you. You feel his lips and warm breath on your ear, “But you’re incredibly sexy in that uniform,”

“We still have half an hour,” you mention suggestively, your bottom lip sucked in between your teeth as your hand moved over his thigh, slowly moving upwards towards his crotch.

“Not here, baby. We’re in a public parking lot,” he said, as he turned the engine on. Quickly deciding the closest and most secluded area for you two. You didn’t move your hand away. instead, as he drove, you kept having your fun with him. Your hand grazes over his crotch, your fingers gently dancing over the fabric. Your effect on him becoming more evident by the second. Your mouth begins to water at the sight.

The car slowly comes to a stop and the engine dies. He turns to face you, "Alright, baby. This is as good as it gets," he says, breathlessly. He leans over and kisses you deeply. You moan into the kiss, the taste of him filling your mouth. Your free hand fumbles with his belt, undoing it with practiced ease.

You undo your seatbelt as he unzips your pants and then you lean back, letting the cool air caress your skin as he pulls your panties to the side. His mouth finds your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites as he teases your clit with the same feather-light touches as you did to him not too long ago.

Your body yearns for his touch, craving the exquisite pleasure that only he can give. With aching desire, you press your throbbing clit against his hand, silently begging for more. The teasing was unbearable, and you can no longer wait. A desperate plea escapes your lips, mingling with gasps of anticipation as your back arches in anticipation. Finally, his touch connects fully with your sensitive bud, sending electrifying waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

He withdraws his hand from your throbbing clit, sliding his pants down just enough to release his rock-hard cock. Without hesitation, you clamber over the gear shift and onto his lap, straddling him with your knees pressing against his sides.

You steady yourself, with your hands on his broad shoulders. Leaning in, you tilt your head down, meeting his plush lips in a passionate kiss. Your heart races as his hands roam over your body, sending shivers down your spine.

Slowly, you guide him to your entrance, the slickness of your arousal coating him as you line him up perfectly. You close your eyes, feeling his hot, hard length press against you, and then you push, slowly impaling yourself on him. He's long and thick, filling you perfectly, stretching you in a way that feels both familiar and new.

He leans in close, burying his head in the crook of your neck, his teeth grazing your skin softly as his fingers tighten their grip on your hips.

His hands move down, around to palm your ass, as you ride is cock desperately, your needy moans filling the car. The air is thick with sweat and the smell of sex, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"Fuck, I'm close," he growls, his voice ragged.

A gentle whimper escapes your lips "Me too,"

You're on the edge, just about to come, when the radio crackles to life, you ignore it at first, too lost in the moment. But then the voice comes through, urgent and demanding. interrupting the sweet sounds of your pleasure, "...come in, we have a 10-65 near your location. Do you copy?"

"Shit," he mutters, pulling out of you. You let out a small whimper of disappointment as he reaches for the radio. You climb off of him and settle back into the passenger seat, glancing out the window as he answers the call. His voice is calm, but you can tell he's just as frustrated as you.

"Yeah, we're on our way," he says into the radio, glancing over at you as he does so. His expression is apologetic, but there's still a spark in his eyes. "We'll be there in a few minutes." he says, his voice still even and professional. You can tell he's trying to focus on the job, but you can also see the desire in his eyes, the hunger to finish what you two started. He hangs up the radio and looks over at you. "Sorry, baby. Looks like our fun is gonna have to wait.

He turns the car back on, flicks on the lights and sirens, and starts driving towards the crime. The rush of adrenaline from the call only serves to heighten your senses, making the urge to touch him, to feel his skin against yours, almost unbearable.

As you speed through the busy streets, the tension between you is palpable. He keeps one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on your thigh, just inches from where your legs are pressed together. His gaze flicks between the road and you, and you can feel his eyes roaming over your body, drinking in the sight of you. You want nothing more than to reach over and touch him again, to feel the hardness of his cock through his uniform, but you know that you have to wait until you've taken care of the situation.

The vehicle screeches to a stop in front of the jewellery store, and both of you quickly exit the car, guns in hand.

The shattered remnants of the front door lay strewn across the floor, glimmering in the dim light that filtered through the broken windows. With cautious steps, you enter the store, your heart pounding in your chest. The silence hangs heavy in the air, broken only by the sound of your own breathing.

Together, you and John make your way towards the back of the store, the faint sound of breaking glass growing louder with each step.

"Drop the bag and get on the ground, now!" you yell, aiming your gun towards them. The suspects pause for a second, but swiftly obey your command, sinking to their knees and clasping their hands behind their heads. Both of you retrieve your handcuffs and secure them onto the suspects.

You observe as John restrains the suspect with handcuffs, secretly wishing it was your hands that were cuffed to his. Your heart races as you imagine kneeling down and undoing his pants, but you quickly push those thoughts aside.

You and John escorted the suspects to the vehicle and headed towards the police station. As you glance at him from the corner of your eye, you can't help but feel a sense of desperation. All he wanted was to pull over, kneel in front of you, and pleasure you with his tongue.

You and John deliver the suspects to the station and pass them on to another officer and you both are soon patrolling again.

The hours slowly tick by. You can't wait until you get to John's tonight. You just want to take your seatbelt off, lean over and suck his cock whilst he drives. You've never been this horny before, and you can feel your pussy dampening again. You glance over at John, his hand gripping the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white. His other hand rests on his thick, muscular thigh, fingers tapping impatiently. His chest is heaving slightly as he breathes, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. You wonder what he's thinking about. Maybe he's thinking about how much he wants you to suck his cock too. Maybe he's thinking about how much he wants to feel your lips wrapped around him. You can't help but feel a shiver run down your spine at the thought.

Eventually, it's the end of shift and the car pulls up outside John's house. You unbuckle your seatbelt and quickly open the door, eager to get inside and have your way with him. John cuts the engine and turns to face you, watching as you slide out of the car. He gets out of the car too, and as soon as he's standing in front of you, you can't help but throw yourself at him. You wrap your arms around his neck and press your body against his, feeling the hardness of his cock against your stomach.

"God, I've been thinking about this all day," he mutters, kissing you deeply. He picks you up, cradling you in his strong arms, and carries you inside. You feel his hands fumbling with the buttons of your shirt, eager to get it off so he can touch your bare skin. Once he's undone the last button, he slips the material over your shoulders and tosses it aside. You watch as he sets you down on the couch, his cock already standing at full attention, and he starts to unbuckle his pants. You place your hands onto his to stop him.

"Wait," you breathe, looking up at him. "I want to do it." you drop to your knees. You reach out and undo his pants, sliding them down his muscular thighs, revealing his hard cock, already leaking pre-cum. You take it in your hand, stroking it gently, feeling its heat and strength beneath your fingers. "God, you're so big," you murmur, looking up at him as you wrap your lips around the head, tasting the salty precum on your tongue.

John lets out a groan, his hands finding their way into your hair as you begin to suck on him, taking more of him into your mouth. You can feel the veins throbbing against your tongue, the weight of him pressing against the back of your throat. You take him deeper, feeling him stretch your jaw as you suck. Your free hand moves up, cupping his balls, massaging them gently as you continue to suck him off.

"Fuck, that's it," he whispers, his hips beginning to move, his cock thrusting deeper into your mouth with each thrust. "Suck it, baby." He groans, his fingers tangled in your hair, holding you in place as he fucks your face. You love it when he takes control and using your mouth like this just as much as he loves when you grind yourself on his tongue. It excites you and turns you on even more. Is that even possible at this point?

Your sultry moans vibrate around his throbbing member, the tremors travel up his shaft. Electrifying every nerve in his body, making him tighten his grip in your hair. He loves how you look on your knees, how eager you are to take care of him, to make him feel good. It drives him wild how much you enjoy pleasuring him, eagerly swallowing everything he has to give you. The thought of his cream coating your tongue and sliding down your throat.

His hips start to stutter at the very thought, and then he lets out a long moan as he comes, filling your mouth with his seed. You suck for as long as you can, feeling him soften in your mouth, and then gently pull off, licking your lips as you taste him.

He guides you towards the nearest counter, lifting you onto it, his lips never leaving yours. His hands eagerly find their way to your shirt, hastily unbuttoning it while you struggle to undo his own. A low growl escapes his lips as your palms meet his warm, bare chest, causing your shirt to be discarded, exposing your bra-clad breasts to his hungry gaze.

One of his hands cups your breast, expertly kneading and teasing the hardened nipple under the lacy fabric, while the other ventures down your stomach, slipping into the waistband of your pants. "Who made you this wet, baby?" he growls, thrusting his hips against you, igniting a delicious friction. Your moans fill the air as you arch into him, craving more of his touch. As he skilfully unfastened your pants and pushed them down along with your panties, a rush of cool air kisses your most intimate place.

He kneels before you, parting your legs wider, his gaze filled with hunger. Leaning in, he indulges in a long, slow lick from your entrance to your clit, causing your body to tremble with pleasure.

The first contact sends shivers of pleasure coursing through your entire being. Your back arches, surrendering to the wet heat of his mouth on your throbbing flesh that you had been craving all day. His hands grip your thighs, holding you open for his pleasure, as he continues to tease and torment you with his tongue. "That's it, baby," he growls, his voice dripping with desire, "let me taste every inch of you." His tongue flicks out once more, tracing your folds, driving you to writhe beneath him.

"Fuck," you whimper, feeling his warm breath against your most sensitive spot. Your hips involuntarily buck off the counter, aching for more of his touch. A low chuckle escapes his lips before he sucks hard on your clit, making you let out a long, pornographic moan. His hands travel up your stomach, cupping your breasts, expertly pinching and rolling your nipples, intensifying your pleasure. Your back arches further, your orgasm building with each stroke of his tongue, each suck on your swollen bud. "Oh God, John," you moan, your hand instinctively went to the back of his head, pushing him closer to you, desperate for more.

His tongue dances skillfully around your clit, teasing and circling, while his finger slowly slide into your entrance, teasing you with it’s presence. You eagerly spread your legs wider, offering him unrestricted access to your sweetest spot. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he begins to push his finger deeper, curling it up to find that elusive perfect spot. The need for more consumes you, your hips grind against his face, seeking the release that only he can provide.

As you writhe in pleasure beneath him, he slowly slides a second finger into your pussy, stretching and filling you in a way that makes you gasp and arch your back even further to find that perfect angle. His fingers move in tandem with his tongue, each stroke driving you closer to the edge. You feel the tension building inside you, the pressure building in your core. You clench around his fingers, your nails digging into his scalp. "I'm gonna come," you whisper, your voice shaking.

As you continue to writhe beneath his touch, your body aching for release, John finally grants your wish. With an expert flick of his tongue and a skilful curl of his fingers, he pushes you over the edge, sending you spiralling into a mind-blowing orgasm.

John slowly rises from his kneeling position, a tender smile playing on his lips as he gazes into your eyes. He leans in and presses a soft kiss against your lips, his love for you evident in even a soft gesture. You smile into the kiss, feeling completely content.

“I love you,” he whispered as he wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace. In his arms, you feel safe and loved.

Your head fits perfectly against his neck, like it was always meant to be there. "I love you more," you murmur softly, feeling your breath calm down.

He gently takes hold of your hips, lifting you off the kitchen counter. You feel a rush of excitement as he leads you towards the bedroom, a playful grin dancing on his lips. As you walk, he casually picks up his handcuffs, he looked at you over his shoulder, a mischievous smirk on his beautiful, pillowy lips.

Closing the bedroom door behind you, he takes your hand and guides you towards the bed. Standing closely behind you, his warm breath tickles your ear as he whispers, "You ready for this?" Gently, he places the cuffs on your chest and glides them down your body, causing a gasp to escape your lips when the cool metal brushes against your glistening core.

His fingers trailed up to your chest, caressing it tenderly, playfully flicking your nipple with his thumb. Your body instinctively arched towards his touch as if drawn by an invisible force, "You want this? The handcuffs?" he whispered, his breath hot against your neck. You nodded, unable to form words as desire coursed through you.

You've thought about it for months, of course you wanted it, "Get on the bed, baby, how you want," You climb on the bed, your ass lifted and on display for him.

You feel the bed dip behind you as he climbs on the bed beside you and your heart races as his hand reaches out to secure a cuff around your delicate wrist. The soft sound of the metal clinking against your skin sends shivers down your spine. He then expertly loops the other end of the cuff around the sturdy bed post and hooks it on your other wrist, ensuring your hands are securely restrained above your head. He places a gentle kiss on your cheek before he pulls back sitting on his heels.

He moves to lie on his back. Your eyebrows scrunch up in confusion about to ask what he was up to, but he shuffles up slightly until he is right under you pussy. His hands grasp your hips and he pulls you down to his face. His tongue darts out, pressing lightly against your lips before dipping between them to slide over your clit. You gasp as he licks you, your hips bucking against his face. You feel him lapping at you, tongue circling, sucking, teasing you mercilessly. You're so wet, you feel him lick you easily, the warmth of your pussy coating his tongue. You don't want him to stop, you want it to feel like this forever. But he pulls back, only to thrust his tongue deeper, curling it around your clit. Your hips buck against his face, seeking release, but he holds you there, on the edge.

It feels so good, you can't even form words, just whimpers and cries of pleasure escape from your lips. His tongue is relentless, licking you up and down, sucking you into his mouth, teasing you with the tip of his tongue. You can feel the wet heat of your arousal coating his face. Your hips jerk wildly, bucking against his face as he continues to worship you. You arch your back, offering him different angle, and it feels like your pussy is on fire as he laps at you, sucking on your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

He continues to lavish attention on your pussy, licking, sucking, and nibbling until you're sure you can't take it anymore. Your hips chase his face, seeking more contact with his mouth, and your fingers dig into the pillow as your body tenses and shudders with pleasure. You're so close, but he won't let you fall over the edge just yet. He pulls away for a moment, before he continues to tease you with his tongue, flicking it against your clit before retreating again.

"Please," you whimper, the word catching in your throat as he teases you mercilessly. Your hips buck violently, trying to get the friction you need, seeking release, but he won't let you go that easily. His tongue swirls around your clit, driving you wild with need, and then he's sucking on it, hard. You cry out, the sound muffled by the pillow beneath your head. He thrusts his tongue deeper, matching the rhythm of your hips, and the tension builds, tightening like a vice around your core.

You're so close, you can feel it, feel the orgasm building, threatening to break free, but just as you're on the brink, he pulls back. You feel the loss keenly, the emptiness where his touch used to be, and it's almost unbearable. You writhe on the bed, your fingers curling into the crumpled pillowcase, desperate for him to touch you again.

“John, please,” you whimper pathetically, unable to form a coherent sentence through the haze of pleasure. He chuckles, the vibrations sending a shiver down your spine. He presses one last kiss to your sensitive bundle of nerves and moved from underneath you. He sat behind you, his hands come to rest on your ass cheeks, gently palming them.

"Don't worry, baby," he said as he places a kiss on the bottom of your spine, "You know I'll take care of you," he moves his cock up and down your slit, coating his shaft in your wetness. You let out a moan, feeling the heat of his body against your back. He grinds against you, his hips moving in small circles as he teases you, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, but not yet entering.

"John, I swear to God, if you don't..." But your words are cut off by a moan as he pushes his cock through your folds. He thrusts forward, filling you in one deep stroke. Your eyes roll back in your head as he takes you with such force, your body arching into his as best as you could. He grunts, his hips moving in perfect rhythm with yours as he fucks you hard and fast. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pushes deeper, harder.

The bed squeaks beneath you, the headboard banging against the wall as he takes you with such abandon. You're panting, your body trembling with the force of his movements. His thrusts are unrelenting, his cock sliding in and out of you, filling you up. The tension builds inside you, your muscles tightening as you feel the familiar tug of your orgasm.

His body hovers over yours, his head burying itself in your neck. You moan at the new angle, his cock brushing against new spots inside you. His thrusts become erratic, faster and harder, as he nears the edge. His grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he grunts with each powerful stroke. His breath comes in ragged gasps, hot against your neck, and his hips move faster and faster, his cock thrusting in and out of you with a desperate rhythm.

Your legs give out beneath you, now your lying flat on your stomach, your legs spread wide enough for him to fit between them. His thrusts become erratic as he gets close, his hips moving faster and faster, his cock slamming into you over and over. You feel the familiar tug of your orgasm building inside you, your body tensing in anticipation.

Your pussy clenches tightly around him as you feel the familiar burning building up. It's tight grip almost too much for John to bear as he growls low in his throat. His hips slam into you with unrestrained force, his body tense with the effort to hold back. His cock throbs inside you, demanding release but he doesn't want to cum until you do. His hand slips under your body, lazily sprawled on the sheets and finds your clit. He begins to circle it with his thumb, the pressure building slowly but surely.

"Fuck," you moan as his fingers strum your clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge, "I'm close, John" you gasp, your body tensing underneath him.

"I know, baby. Let go. Cum for me, baby girl," he groans as his thumb presses harder against your clit. His hips buck into you with a sudden force, his cock throbbing inside you as he feels the pressure building. You cry out, your body arching into his touch as the familiar tension builds. "Fuck, that's it," he growls, his grip on your hips tightening.

Your orgasm crashes over you in a wave of pure pleasure, your body shuddering with the force of it. Your pussy grips his cock like a fist, your muscles tensing and relaxing in perfect rhythm with each thrust. He growls low in his throat, feeling the pressure building inside him as well. His cock throbs inside you, demanding release, and with one final thrust, he cums deep inside you.

His hips buck roughly against you, his body tensing as he releases his seed. Your pussy milks his cock, the walls of your passage squeezing and massaging him in the most perfect way. He collapses on top of you, their sweaty bodies sticking together. His weight presses you into the mattress, their heavy breaths mixing in the air between them.

"Fuck, that was amazing," he rasps, still buried inside you. His cock twitches as it begins to soften, but he doesn't move. Instead, he rolls to the side, pulling you with him so that you're lying beside him, your head on his chest. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently stroking your scalp as he listens to the sound of your heart racing.

After a moment, he smiles down at you. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he whispers, kissing the top of your head. You smile up at him, feeling the afterglow of your orgasm wash over you. "And I love how tight you are around me." You blush, but it feels good to know that he enjoys being inside you as much as you enjoy having him there.

"Are you going to leave me like this or aren't you done with me yet?" you tease, twisting your head to look at him. He chuckles, running a finger along your lower lip.

"I think I have another round left in me," he replies, his voice low and husky, "In about 20 minutes,"

"Think you can keep up, old man?" you reply with a playful grin, wriggling your ass against his crotch.

He groans, his cock twitching at the contact. "Oh, I think my tongue can keep up with you just fine," he says, reaching down to grab your ass. His fingers squeeze, kneading the soft flesh as he pulls you closer to him. "God, I love your ass," he murmurs, kissing your neck. "So perfect."

"Yours is perfect too," you giggle, arching your back into his touch. He smiles down at you with a knowing smirk.

"I knew you had been checking me out," he said with a grin, kissing your shoulder blade.

@mariechristine00

could you please do a john nolan x fem reader where her and john are irrigation a suspect but reader is a few months pregnant and has those mood swings (her and john are dating)

Mood Swings

John Nolan x reader

Warnings/Tags: pregnancy, mood swings, language, fluff

Word count: 624

Authors note: Hey love, thanks for the request! I had so much fun writing this, it definitely was something different! I know it's a little short, but I hope you'll like it still!

Enjoy!

It was a miracle how you even fit into your uniform. Really, you should have been awarded for it.

Seven months pregnant, you were still on duty, even though almost everyone had an opinion about that.

Especially John and Grey.

You had mood swings (even Bradford was a little scared of you), cravings and a mouth that just wouldn't shut up (even though it definitely should have in some situations).

The others tried to keep you out of dangerous situations, but you did what you were able to do given the circumstances.

So, when John and you were on patrol, stopping a car who's plates were stolen, John tried to stop you from getting out of the car.

"Why?" you wanted to know, brows knitted together as you already felt your mood shift. "I'm pregnant, not sick!"

Rolling his eyes he sighed, knowing he was wasting time. Still he tried, needing to know that you were safe.

"It could be dangerous." he tried to reason, instantly shrinking in his seat at the look you gave him.

"Okay, okay!" he caved in, holding up his hands in surrender, before he climbed out of the car.

Huffing, you followed him, stroking your belly lovingly.

He would have been a fool, if he didn't let you do your work - one of the things you loved most in your life.

Making your way towards the car you looked through the window, spotting a man in his twenties.

"Get out of the car, hands were we can see them!" you shouted, and the man nodded, before he slowly opened the door, getting out.

He held his hands up in front of him, eying you up and down, as his brows furrowed.

"She looks like she's going to give birth any minute!" he exclaimed, pointing at you, eyes fixed on John. "You're letting her work like that?"

Your eyes widened, looking at him in shock.

"Are you saying that I'm fat?" you asked in disbelieve, before John could have said anything, considering if you'd get away with hitting that man.

"What? No!" he gave back, taken aback. "No, your looking great! I was just looking out for you! Instead of your partner here!"

"Oh, if you'd only know! He thinks no one hears him when he's singing those songs for children - which are horrible to be honest - but I do, because he forgets to sing them to himself instead to everyone!"

"But-" John stuttered, looking at you in shock and disappointment. "I thought-" He cut himself off, a small smile playing at his lips as he realized that it was one of your mood swings - one of those moments were you just said everything that came to your mind.

No matter the outcome.

"Yeah, my mom used to sing them to me when I was a little kid." the man spoke, looking down sadly. "She left when I was ten years old."

Before either could have reacted you started to cry.

"How could she do that?" you wanted to know, contemplating if you should hug that poor man. "How can she leave her own child?"

John mumbled something, apologizing to the young man as he rubbed your back, trying to comfort you. "Are you gonna leave our baby, too?" you asked, even though the answer was already clear.

"What?" John exclaimed, eyes wide. "No! Never would I leave you or our child!"

Relieved, you sighed. "Okay."

You sniffed, wiping your nose. "Maybe I should go home, it was a long day." John's brows furrowed, as he looked at his watch. "But it's only eleven in the morning!" he said, mouth agape, as you walked to the car.

"Yeah, like I said: It was a long day."

please write more john nolan x pregnant reader content. 🙏🙏

Rocking Chair

John Nolan x pregnant!reader

Warnings/Tags: just pure fluff Word count: 552 Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! Here you go!

Enjoy!

"John!"

It had been almost an hour, since he last saw you. If he hadn't been doing paperwork, he would have joined you earlier in the just recently finished kids bedroom.

You wanted to arrange a few more things, before the baby would arrive, being already in the eighth month.

Pushing himself out of the chair, he followed your voice.

He was glad for a little distraction, numbers never having been his strong suit.

Walking into the room, he stopped at the threshold. He had to double check, before he grabbed the wooden frame, snorting.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" he made, chuckling at the sight of you, as you clumsily tried to get out of the rocking chair you were sitting in, but your enormous belly was in the way.

His attempt of helping failed even before he had started.

Grumbling, you tried again, only being forced back into the chair yet again. John wanted to help you, when he fell into a fit of chuckles again, walking further into the room, before his legs slowly gave out under him.

His chuckles turned into a full on laugh, as your feet dangled helplessly in the air.

Okay, maybe it was funny. At least a little bit.

But you had to get out of that damn thing, or your bladder would explode soon.

"John!" you grumbled, sensing the frustration kicking in. "Help me! Your baby is stomping on my bladder and - for God's sake - I can't get out of this damn chair! Who even invented this? Who had the idea to buy this?"

John still laughed through your raging, wiping the tears from his eyes, as he sat on his knees in front of you.

Inhaling deeply, he tried to calm himself, heart racing and body trembling from all the laughter.

"You-" he breathed out, body shook by another, short laughter. "You had the idea! You wanted to buy this!"

He laughed again, lying down on his back, arms spread on the floor.

You had to smile at the sight, your aching bladder forgotten for a moment. He seemed so much younger in this moment, so carefree.

He heaved a sigh, slowly sitting back up, only to snort again, pressing his hand to his mouth to suppress it, though.

"Baby, I love you, but - wow!" he spoke, chuckling again, before he stood back up. Holding out his hands for you to take, you grabbed them, before he tried lifting you out of the chair.

It rocked forwards, making you squeal, even though it wouldn't tip over. He bit his lip, air escaping through it in a failed attempt to keep himself from laughing again.

You glared up at him, and he shut up.

Grabbing your arms in a secure grip, he tried again. This time you were able to get out of the chair, knocking into John.

He huffed in shock, arms catching you.

"I've got you baby." he assured you, but you just pushed him out of the way. "I need to pee!"

Walking to the bathroom as fast as you were able to, John looked after you, biting his lip.

You looked like a penguin to him.

Sighing, he tried to calm himself.

This was by far the funniest thing he had witnessed in the past few months.

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I'm thinking about poly!chenford x reader and like... how do we think Tim would react to lucy asking him if he wanted to invite reader into their relationship?? Obvi he loves reader too but would he know what poly is??? would she have to explain it??? 😭