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hayleythesugarbowl · 3 months ago

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Hey girl hey, I definitely haven’t been stalking your masterlist (I have 👀) but I saw that you updated and said you’d write for the rookie!!!! Anyways I’m like in love with John Nolan which I know is so unpopular (sorry Tim) and I was wondering if you’d write a short little fic about the reader dating John and her being into the whole cop thing and so he agrees to roleplay and adorableness ensues

Daddy Cop || John Nolan x reader

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summary: you go to visit john at work and see him in uniform for the first time

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mild language, reader has a thing for cops?

a/n: omg girlie you crack me up, stalk me anytime you want (except, you know, not in real life—for your own sake, i mean my internet search history is better left un-stalked)!! anyways i’m happy to give u the nolan content u deserve 🤭 i don’t write smut but i hope you enjoy this nonetheless!!

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“Hi, I’m here to see Officer Nolan.”

You smiled at the man sitting at the front desk of the Los Angeles Police Department. He looked up from his computer and gave you a smile of his own—or, it would have been a smile if he was sitting upside down.

“I’ll send him right out,” he said with mock-enthusiasm, sighing and picking up a phone before speaking into it. “We have a visitor here for Officer Nolan.”

“Tell him it’s his girlfriend,” you blurted out, clutching the backpack in your hands tighter.

The man just rolled his eyes at you. “That guy actually has a girlfriend? Color me shocked.”

You opened your mouth to defend Nolan, but the man just held out a hand and gestured to a seat across from the desk.

You sighed. “Thank you Officer—”

You looked at his name plate.

“—Smitty.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he said sarcastically.

Ok, you thought, so not everyone enjoys their job here. You sat down and put John’s backpack on your lap as you waited for him to come down.

He didn’t exactly know you were here. You and John had begun dating a few months ago and you’d yet to visit his place of work—there hadn’t been a reason to.

Until now. John had spent the previous night at your place, and in his rush to get to his shift on time that morning, he’d left his backpack at your apartment.

Which was what brought you to the L.A.P.D—well, that, and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little curious about what John did when he wasn’t with you.

“(Y/n)?”

Upon hearing your name, you spun around, finding your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

“What are you doing here? Is everything ok?” He asked.

You walked over to where John stood, bridging the gap between you. “I’m fine, just here to make a delivery.”

You took in Nolan’s attire. You’d always had a thing for cops—but seeing John in his uniform was an entirely new experience. You were momentarily speechless as you noted how the material hugged his frame.

“What?” Nolan asked, amused.

“Nothing,” you blushed at getting caught staring. “I—here.”

You held out Nolan’s backpack.

“You just saved me from a very embarrassing—and very pant-less—walk out of here,” He said, taking it from you. “Thanks, (Y/n).”

“Anytime,” you said, standing on your toes to kiss him. He kissed you back, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Besides, now I get to see where you work.”

John pulled back, looking down at you. “Speaking of work, I should get back to it.”

“But I just got here,” you pouted.

“I know, and I love you, but my TO is going to be furious if I don’t get back to the shop in—”

He checked his watch.

“—7 minutes.”

“So you have 7 minutes?” You said playfully.

“Well, yes, I suppose I do,” John smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

You dragged your finger along his forearm.

“Aren’t you gonna show me around?” You asked him innocently.

“I—I’m not really sure if that’s proper procedure,” John said, running a hand down your arm. “You’d have to fill out a visitor’s form and—”

“That’s a shame,” you whispered, your finger tracing patterns on his chest. “I was just thinking how sexy you looked in your uniform.”

John blanched.

“On second thought, I’m sure the watch commander wouldn’t mind if you just peeked in.”

John grabbed your hand and pulled you through the doorway and across a hall, stopping in an empty room marked ‘Interrogation’.

“No one’s using this room?” You asked him, looking around.

“We are,” Nolan smiled. “Unless you actually want a tour of the station?”

“Maybe some other day,” you said, pushing Nolan up against a wall.

“Well then,” Nolan said with a smirk, looking down at you. “I’m all yours.”

He kissed you, his hand coming up to caress your cheek. You wrapped your arms around him.

“So, you’re into the cop thing, huh?” Nolan asked between kisses.

“Guess so,” you breathed.

“Well, you just made all of the long days at the academy worth it,” John teased.

“I’m glad,” you said. “And what was the academy like? You never talk about your job.”

“It was tough but rewarding,” John said honestly, kissing your cheek. “You wouldn’t believe some of the stuff I’ve seen out there. Think of the academy as practice for all of it.”

“You want some more practice?” You asked, biting your lip. “For when you’re back on the streets, busting perps.”

“Yeah we don’t actually say—you know what, never mind. We’ll talk about the amount of cop shows you watch later.”

“Are you going to arrest me or not,” you pouted. “I’m getting away. You don’t want to let me escape, do you?”

“Of course not. In that case,” he said, deepening his voice. “I’m going to have to take you in.”

“What am I under arrest for?” You batted your lashes at him. “Tax fraud? Failure to appear in court? Violation of penal code 504?

“A 504 is actually the crime of tampering with a vehicle so that doesn’t really apply—”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Right, shutting up,” Nolan said, “How am I doing? I ruined it, didn’t I?”

You giggled. It was adorable how serious he was taking this. “Not at all.”

“Let me try again,” Join said, pulling out his handcuffs and spinning them around one finger. “I meant, you’re under arrest for stealing my heart and looking so damn good in those pants. Better?”

You smacked him in the arm. “Much.”

He leaned in to kiss you again but you were interrupted by a voice that filled the room.

“I hope you turned your body cam off when we got back to the station.”

You and John broke apart. You heard the handcuffs clang as they hit the floor. You followed Nolan’s gaze up to a speaker on the wall.

“Bishop,” he mouthed, then pointed. “One way mirror.”

You bit your lip to stop the smile threatening to take over your face. You knew you should feel chastised, but you could only be amused and thrilled at the situation.

“I—yes,” Nolan called out. “I—I’ll be right out.”

“Please, take your time!” The voice—Bishop—said.

John’s brow furrowed. “Really?”

“No!” Bishop yelled. “You better get your ass out here before I give you a blue page.”

“Yes ma’am!” Nolan shouted back, before leaning closer to you and whispering, “That’s serious, I really should go. But we had our fun.”

You smiled, mischief in your eyes. “Not enough fun.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask what that means,” John said, pulling you closer.

“Nothing, just—maybe you could, um, bring that uniform home sometime,” you replied.

“I’ll see what I can do,” John winked, leaning in to kiss you one last time. “See you tonight.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you said. You let go of his hand and his other hand was just on the handle of the door when the speaker crackled to life with Bishop’s voice.

“Nolan.”

John turned back around.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Bring the handcuffs with you. You may need them for an actual crime.”

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ˋ°•*⁀➷ hope you enjoyed darlings!! now that i’ve officially waded into a new fandom, maybe expect more the rookie fics in the future? is this the official promo for my tim fic coming out soon? 🫢🎀

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goaways-stuff · 7 months ago

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riding john nolan’s face is all i can think about rn

John Nolan x AFAB!gn!reader

A/N: Little John Nolan drabble. Sorry for any mistakes. Not proofread. Gendered language used only for genitalia, but otherwise gender neutral reader.

Ohhh he's definitely into servicing you in the bedroom. Your pleasure comes before his constantly, and that often means eating you out. He loves it, the way you call his name as he's knuckle deep inside you, eating your pussy like a starved man.

"Taste so good, honey," He murmers into you, nose rubbing against your clit as he licks up into you. You don't even have to ask before he's practically begging you to sit on his face.

He lays down, a smirk on his lips. "A little change in position. Your new seat is right here." He chuckles, pinting to his face. You playfully roll your eyes, but waste no time in climbing on. His strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you down until you're fully sat before he goes straight for the big shot. You gasp, then moan as he sucks on your clit, his hands sneaking to knead your ass, encouraging you to grind down on his face. He groans up into you, letting out hums of approval as he feasts on his favorite meal. Your hands fly to his head, unable to get a good grip on his short hair. He licks up into once more until your grinding your clit against his nose, moans falling from you mouth. You call his name as he guides you to your release, coaxing it out with his mouth. His efforts are consistent as he watches your every move, finding exactly what buttons to press. He reaches a hand up to gently pinch your nipple, twiddling the hardening bud.

The buildup was nearly non-existent as you felt your orgasm come crashing over you, his hands gripping your hips as he continued devouring you, dragging out the waves of release. He made sure to lap up every drop, your legs still trembling as he laid you on your back. He kissed your neck, gently bringing you down from the high as his fingers gently played with your cunt. He light brushed over your folds, giving your clit the ever so slightest touch as he did.

"How'd that feel, hun?" He asked, knowing damn well exactly hiw good he'd made you feel. He just likes to hear it from your own mouth.

"Fucking. Incredible." You breathed out, turning over to kiss him. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as you pulled him deeper. He pulled back, a stupid, cocky grin on his face as he climbed on top of you.

"Mm, someone's still eager." He chuckled, unbuttoning his pants to pull his hard cock out. "Got myself a greedy one, huh?"

He chuckled, pulling you closer to him by your hips, ready to give you exactly what you needed.

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novamariestark · 9 months ago

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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.

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targaryenluvs · 9 months ago

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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!

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bullet-prooflove · 5 months ago

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Culpability: John Nolan x Reader

Tagging: @ravennaortiz @anime-weeb-4-life @trublu2u @kmc1989

First Case - For John it's love at first sight.

Cake - John's surprised when you remember his birthday.

Bad Timing - You and John have always had bad timing.

Forget About It - You and John share a heated moment in the breakroom. - Companion piece to Bad Timing

The Deepest Cut - Rosalind forces John to make a confession.

More Than Life It's Self (NSFW) - John reminds you of his feelings for you at a crucial moment.

Scars - John loves you and all your scars.

The day that Detective Robert Oritz is arrested for stealing 250k is the day your entire world falls apart and John Nolan has a front row seat to the whole damn thing. To your credit you stay stoic, jaw clenched and head held high as you’re interviewed by IAB and rumours circulate about your own culpability. He can’t imagine what it must be like for you, finding out the man that you loved was a corrupt cop, having to deal with the scrutiny.

At the end of shift he finds you outside sitting on the bench in the green space smoking a cigarette, lost in your thoughts. He takes the seat alongside you because right now you need a friend and John, he’s willing to be that person for you.

“I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.” He says quietly, tilting his head to study the profile of your features. You seem so closed off right now, unreachable. He wants to take your hand, tell you it’s all going to be ok but he knows you’re a realist, that you don’t want platitudes.

“It was new.” You say finally, tapping the ask off the end of your cigarette. “We’d only been together a couple of months.”

Two months, he thinks. Two months and you didn’t tell him a single thing.

You’ve have had drinks together during that time, caught a bite to eat between shifts. He’d helped you put shelves up last week and he recalls seeing a man’s shirt thrown over the back of one of your kitchen chairs. He’d thought it was one of your brother’s. Sam had been staying with you for a few days after he’d had a fight with his husband, he hadn’t even considered the possibility that you might have a man in your life.

“Was it serious?” He asks you and you sigh as you blow a stream of smoke out from between your lips.

“Getting there.” You respond tightly before you stub out the cigarette on the arm of the bench. “We were meant to be going away this weekend.”

“Oh.” He says softly and the silence sits. “Maybe we could do something instead, there’s a Hitchcock Marathon at the Chinese Theatre, it may be nice to get out of your own head for a while, not have to think about all of this.”

“John…” You say, tucking your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “You don’t want that.”

“Six hours with the ‘Master of Suspense’ and unlimited popcorn?” He says as you meet his gaze. “Trust me, I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Saturday.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” You tell him as you stare at the building in front of you. “Right now there are a lot of questions about me, I think it’s best that you keep your distance for a while, I don’t want you tainted by this.”

“Becca…” He begins but you’re already raising to your feet.

He realises that he’s lost you in that moment, that you’re shutting down because you can’t cope with the heartache that comes with this. You opened yourself up to Ortiz, allowed yourself to be vulnerable and he decimated you. He broke your trust, almost ended your career, John’s not sure if this is something you’ll ever recover from because damage like this…

It’s catastrophic.

“I’ll see you around Officer Nolan.” You say as step away and in that moment John has never hated another person as much as he hates Detective Robert Ortiz.

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juniperskye · 1 year ago

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Masterlist

My blog is 18+ Minors DNI. Requests are currently OPEN. I currently write for Criminal Minds, Stranger Things, The Rookie, The Last of Us, Supernatural and Marvel - I am open to other fandoms (don't be afraid to ask)!

I do not consent to having my work translated, copied or posted elsewhere. If you should see my work on another site, or being claimed by another individual, please inform me.

** Indicates Smut/Smut adjacent. Strikethrough Indicates coming soon Blue Indicates Request Red Indicates potentially triggering content

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Passenger Princess - GN Reader

Pet Names and Gentle Touches** - Fem Agent! Reader

Take A Seat** - Fem Reader

Those Were Brand New! ** - FBI! Fem Reader

Joel Miller x Reader

You'll Get What's Coming - Fem Reader

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

Too Sweet. - innocent/sunshine! GN Reader

Remember That Night? - GN Reader

Begin Again - Fem Reader

Three's Company - BAU! Fem Reader

I Can't Stand You** - BAU! Fem Reader

Eddie Munson x Reader

Chewing Gum - Hair Stylist! Fem Reader

Bangin' - Hair Stylist! Fem Reader

Dean Winchester x Reader

Letters to Dean - a series of letters combined with fic chapters. (Discontinued) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13

Aaron Hotchner x Reader

The Story of Us - Secret Relationship Fem Reader

I Almost Do - Song Fic - “I Almost Do” by Taylor Swift (Complete) Part 1 Part 2

Without You - BAU Fem Reader Secret Relationship

I never do this ** - Stranger! Fem Reader

What are the Chances? ** - Teacher! Fem Reader

Stick to What You Know. - BAU (kinda) Fem Reader

Who Are You Again? - BAU Fem Reader

The Set Up. - BAU Fem Reader Secret Relationship

I Choose You - BAU Fem Reader

Let's Start Over - Agent! Fem Reader

Let's Start Over: Finally Together - Agent! Fem Reader

She's Definitely Guilty.** - Unsub! (not) Fem Reader

That'll Show Them - Single Mom! Reader

I Can't Do This - BAU Fem Reader

Joel Miller X Reader

Silence is Louder Than Words - Fem Reader

Bucky Barnes x Reader

I’ll do things right this time. ** - Avenger! Fem Reader

John Nolan x Reader

Until I Found You - Fem Reader - Meet Cute

Eddie Munson x Reader

Why Are You In My Head? - Soulmate AU (Complete) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4** Part 5

Expectations - Single mom Henderson! Reader (Unplanned Pregnancy)

I Can't Be Your Friend. - Fem Reader (friends to lovers)

Like I Talk To Myself. - Fem Reader

It Had to be You. - Fem Reader (lovers to enemies to lovers)

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darknqlmes · 9 months ago

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Surprise!

PARING: John Nolan/Reader Bailey Nune/ Daughter!Reader Henry Nolan/Reader

WARNINGS: NONE, JUST FLUFF!

SUMMARY: Harper Nune is Bailey Nune's daughter, and when her mother invites her to there wedding, she says yes. What her mother doesn't know is that Harper moved to Los Angeles.

"Yes, mom. I'm on my way." Harper told her mother on the phone. Harper was on her way to L.A. for her mother's wedding. Harper was a little hesitant about her mother getting married again, especially after Jason, who is her birth father. "Okay, I just want to make sure." Harper chuckled, told her mother goodbye, and hung the phone up while boarding the plane to L.A.

About nine hours into the flight, she was very excited to get off the plane. She only had about thirty minutes left on the flight. She heard someone on her right side ask, "Are you Harper Nune?" Harper looks over at him and smiles. "Yes, I am. How may I help you?" The boy smiled. "I'm such a big fan; I love your character on Supernatural."

"Awe, thank you so much." Harper then heard the pilot on the speakers. "We are arriving in Los Angeles, California. Thank you for riding with us." Harper sighs and waits for the plane to land.

"Mom, I am getting in the car. Yes, yes, I'll drive safely. I love you too, mom." Harper hangs the phone up, gets in the driver seat, turns the car on, and drives to the address her mother gave her the night before. While on the drive, Harper was jamming out to Dove Cameron's song, Boyfriend. "I could be a better boyfriend than him; I could do the shit he never did-" Harper got interrupted by the GSP. "Your destination is on the right."

Turning right, Harper parked her car in her mother's and fiance's driveway. Taking her keys out, she still kept on singing the song, Boyfriend. "I never would have left you alone. Here on your own, glued to your phone. Never would have left you alone. For someone else to take you home." Harper stopped singing when she got to the front door. Raising her fist, she knocked on the door.

"One moment!" Harper heard a man's voice. She was mentally hoping she didn't have the wrong house. Just a few seconds later, the door opened to reveal an older man. "Oh, hello- Wait. Aren't you that actor, Harper Nune?" Harper smiled. "Yeah, I am. Glad to know someone knows me." The older man laughs. "Um, what can I help you with?" "Oh, right. Is Bailey here? Bailey Nune?"

"Um, yes, she is. Just give me a- Bailey! There is someone at the door for you!" John shouted. Harper heard footsteps and her mother's voice. "Who is it?" "It's-" Harper saw her mother and smiled. "Hey, mom. How are you?" Bailey gasps and hugs Harper. "You never texted me like you said you would. You scared me!"

Harper laughed while her mother invited her inside. "I'm sorry, mom; I was making sure to be careful. Especially with L.A. traffic." They heard John clear his throat, and the two women looked at him. "Oh, right. John, this is my daughter, Harper Nune. Who you might know as an actor, and Harper, this is John Nolan. My fiance." John looked surprised and shocked. "You never told me you had a daughter." Bailey looked at her daughter sheepishly. "Yeah, I kinda forgot to."

Just then, they heard a knock on the door. John looked at Bailey, while Bailey looked at him. When he opened the door, Harper recognized him; it was the boy on the airplane. "Henry! Hey, come on in." John invited the boy, Henry. Inside. "Henry, this is-" "Hey, nice to see you again, Harper." Harper smiled at Henry. "It's nice to see you again, Henry." The two parents looked at each other, confused about what was going on. "What is happening?" Bailey asked.

"Oh, Henry and I met on the plane when we were about thirty minutes away from L.A." Harper looked down at her watch and silently cursed herself. "Crap, I have to go. I have a few errands to run. Uh, Henry, can I borrow you for a second?" Henry nods and walks out the door with Harper, while John and Bailey just stare at each other. "Okay, so I need some help." Henry nods for her to continue. "I'm getting my mother a necklace, and I am planning on getting John something as well, and I don't know his taste very well. So I thought, 'Why not ask if you wanted to help?"

"I'll come with you, as long as I can drive." Harper smiled and nodded her head. Handing him her car keys, they got in the car and drove to Blue Nile. (Blue Nile is an actual jewelry store in L.A. I looked it up.)

Walking inside the jewelry store, Harper and Henry look at each other. "Okay, you go find something you think John will like, while I go grab a necklace for my mom. Meet back here in fifteen." Henry nodded his head and headed off to the right side of the store. Walking up to the necklace, Harper looked at them all for about five minutes and found the one she thinks she will love.

Looking up at the employee, she asked if she could grab the necklace. When she pulled it out, Harper looked at it in 'awe'. "This is perfect; thank you." When she bought the necklace, it cost $2,620. Harper paid for it and met back with Henry, who was still looking at the watches and rings. "Hey, found something you think he might like?" Henry looked at Harper and nodded.

"Yeah, this one." Henry pointed to a ring that was really nice. "Hi, could we get that one, please?" The employee grabbed the ring, and Harper and Henry decided that it was the final decision. The cost was $1,620. Henry tried offering to pay for it, but Harper told him not to. "No, I'm doing this that way John knows I consider him in my family."

Harper and Henry thank the employee and leave. Driving back to John and Bailey's house.

After staying for a few hours, Harper was getting ready to leave when she forgot to tell her mother about another surprise. "Oh, mom, before I forget, I moved." "That's amazing, sweetheart. Where did you move?" Harper smirked at her mother. "Oh, I don't know. About. five minutes away from here." Bailey squealed and hugged Harper. "Really!" Harper nodded. "I wanted to get a house close to here, but not too close, so I don't seem like a creep."

Harper saw the time and told her mom she had to go. "Goodnight, mom, and night, John. I love you, mom." "I love you to, Harper."

Harper opened her house door and sighed, feeling tired from the day she had. Putting her keys down, she locked all her doors and windows before getting into bed. She read a book for about thirty minutes but got tired and fell asleep without realizing it.

PART TWO?

#The Rookie x Reader #The Rookie #The Rookie Imagine #John Nolan x Reader #John Nolan #John Nolan Imagine #Henry Nolan x Reader #Henry Nolan #Henry Nolan Imagine #Bailey Nune x Daughter!Reader #Bailey Nune #Bailey Nune Imagine #Actor!Reader

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parasocialbutterflyimagines · 3 months ago

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Parasocial masterlist

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I am very new to writing in general and am open to suggestions for improvement, but hate comments without purpose will be removed.

☆Requests open☆

X-Men

☆Wolverine☆

Do That Again

House MD

☆Lisa Cuddy☆ (works in progress)

☆Gregory House☆ (works in progress)

The Rookie

☆John Nolan☆

Doctor Who

☆Twelfth Doctor☆ (works in progress)

☆Ninth Doctor☆ (works in progress)

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xxchumanixx · 8 months ago

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kind of inexperienced reader with john nolan and he wants to try some new things. (smutttttttt)

preferably thigh or face riding

Something new

John Nolan x reader

Warnings/Tags: 18+, mdni!, reader is a little inexperienced, thigh riding, smut

Word count: 786

Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I know it's short, but I'm willing to do a second part with face riding. Hope you'll like it!

Enjoy!

A while ago, you and John had decided you wanted to spice things up a little.

You were still a little inexperienced, not having done much before other than the typical sexual activities like blow jobs and fucking, so John decided to take matters into his hands and show you a few things.

Right now he was struggling to keep himself together and not bend you over the table, pounding into you until you were screaming his name backwards.

You were standing in just your bathrobe before him, just about to shower, as he came home, sitting down at the table to write a shopping list, when you entered the room.

You wanted to take his hand and guide him to the bathroom to join you in the shower, but he had other plans.

"I want to try something new." John said, stopping you in your movement, his hands holding your hips in place.

Curious, you looked down at him, waiting for him to continue. Whatever it was he wanted to try, the heat pooling in-between your thighs only intensified at the unknown.

He guided you closer towards him, making you sit down on his thigh, causing your breathing to hitch, as your naked cunt made contact with the fabric of his jeans.

It was a new sensation, rough and somehow wild. It had you shivering in anticipation, heart hammering in your chest, as he unfastened the belt on your robe.

Then his hands found their way back towards you hips, fitting like a glove. They were made for you and only you.

"Okay..." he mumbled, the grip on your hips intensifying the slightest bit, as he carefully started to guide you.

"And now, just relax."

You did as you were told, trying to relax but stiffening, when he made you move on his thigh. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against your clit, a moan stuck in your throat.

It wasn't as pleasant as you might have hoped for, but John hushed you, eyes meeting yours. "It'll get better, I promise." he spoke softly, pecking your lips.

His hard-on was pushing at the front if his jeans, getting more and more uncomfortable for him. But he wanted to have you come on his thigh first, wanted to show you how good it would feel.

You nodded, relaxing again, as you exhaled shakily.

John started to move you again, forwards and backwards in a steady but building rhythm, tilting you slightly and there it was-

A moan escaped your lips, heat rushing towards your center and cheeks at the sudden pleasure the new angle brought you.

John smiled to himself, repeating the motion with more pressure.

It shot through your body, into your toes and up your head. The pleasure was constantly building, tightening the familiar knot in your stomach, as you stumbled towards your first orgasm of the night.

"John!" you breathed out his name in a raspy moan and he returned it with one of his own, biting his lip to concentrate on the movements, as your hands took a hold of his shoulders.

You slowly took over, getting faster. One of his hands cupped your breast, thumb brushing over the stiff nipple.

You jolted, seeing stars.

His lips attached to it, sucking at the peaked bud, tongue swirling around it. More sparks shot through you at his actions, toes curling.

"I'm close!" you rasped out, noticing how the fabric of his jeans became wetter from your arousal. It made it easier to move, as one of your hands fisted his shirt.

His other hand found your clit, thumb drawing quick circles, matching the speed of your movement, when he let go of your nipple.

"Come for me." he muttered in your ear and you followed his command, as you came hard.

The coil snapped, sending you straight over the edge, as your fluids soaked his thigh. It blinded you momentarily, his name falling off your lips in hushed whispers.

He helped you ride out your high as your legs gave out, eventually holding you in place.

Breathing heavily you tried to calm down.

John watched you with hungry eyes, waiting for you to come down from your high, glowing like a goddess.

"Wow." you managed to breathe out, chuckling at him. "That was amazing." He grinned back at you, before he made you stand up.

Looking down at his leg he tskd, shaking his head. "My my, look what a mess you made."

You blushed at his words, his need for you making them huskier. "Gotta clean that up."

You nodded eagerly, taking his hands in yours. "And I know just how to." you told him, walking towards the bathroom.

"Just relax."

Tag List

@newobsessionweekly @laheysfilm

@rookietrek @augustvandyne

@dhunhdchrihhchrih @nachofriess

#the rookie #the rookie imagine #the rookie x reader #the rookie x u #john nolan x u #john nolan x reader #john nolan imagine #john nolan smut #john nolan

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lady-ashfade · 10 months ago

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The Rookie Masterlist

Request for this fandom: figuring the out

Rules.

Angst: blue

Fluff: Pink

Both: Orange

Comfort: purple

A little bit of everything or nothing: green

Yandere: Red & green

*on the first season*

Tim Bradford

Chenford x fem!chubby!reader

Lucy Chen

Chenford x fem!chubby!reader

Talia Bishop

John Nolan

#Tim Bradford x reader #Lucy Chen x reader #Talia Bishop #Talia Bishop x reader #John Nolan x reader #tim bradford imagine #Lucy Chen x reader x tim Bradford #Lucy Chen imagine #Talia Bishop imagine #rookie x reader #the rookie x reader

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somemetallyillbitch · 1 year ago

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John Nolan x López!reader

Bc I love the parents friend trope I'll write another nolan ff this time with reader being a lopez (and of age, like 21 22 or smth like that)

John Nolan x reader fluff

Warnings: mamma Lopez, swearing, Nolan scared of his life, hints of smut but no actual smut, mentions of Alcohol (let me know if I forgot anything)

AN: I have zero clue what I made here but something came out so her yall go have fun

It was John's rare day of and we charished it with quality time and Netflix. That's when my phone rang. "Lopez-Evers? Hi mom what's up?" *over the phone* "Hi sweetie how you doing?" "What do you want mom?" "Can't a mother ask how her child is doing?" "She can but I know she wants something by her tone so spill it" "What do you know about secret relationships?" my heart sank "what would I know about that?" "We think Nolan is in one and you have the greatest skills to find out who it is." "Aren't you the detective?" "I can't spy on my co-worker" "so you want me to do it?" John looked at me with confusion and he picked me up and put me on his lap and nuzzled into my neck while I kept talking "Mom I love you but I won't Stalk your co-worker bc you want to know who he is dating, if you want to find out ask him yourself. Why don't you and dad throw a grill party or something then you could ask him, I can come to if you want, I mean it's springbreak so I have the next two weeks in LA." "okay I'm gonna tell your dad but please tell me what you find" "I won't find anything bc will not stalk Nolan end of discussion. Love you bye." John looked at me confused "why would you Stalk me?" "I will not Stalk you amor but I don't think this will be a secret much longer. My mom really wants to know who you date, maybe because you act differently." "So we are going to a grill party at your parents to find out I date you?" he asked amused "Yes precisely now if you don't stop with the little kisses I will drag you into the bedroom." I said and earned a mischievous grin from him "Oh well I do not mind" and kissed my neck harder until he hit my weak spot and I moaned. "John I swear to god~ christ that is good" he chuckled into my neck, turned me around and picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. "amor, as much as I would love doing that I have to get home and change." I was mad at myself for saying that. "You look beautiful all the time love" he said and kissed me. "thank you baby but I still have to change into something that isn't yours even if we get exposed today I still want to drag it out because as soon as my mother knows all hell will break lose and at least then she will have some alcohol in her system. " I said. "Alraight I will see you tonight but after that I will take out outfit and it will be in the corner of the room." "Okay sound perfect, I love you and I will see you at my parents." I gave him a quick kiss and walked out the house.

*Timeskip bc Idk what to write*

I was wearing something that will drive john insane bc the last time I wore it I couldn't walk the next day, that was fun explaining that to my professor when I couldn't stand for my presentation. I arrived and My Parents friend were already here but no John.

"I thought that whole thing was about Jo- Nolan, where is he?" I asked cursing myself for almost calling him John.

"He Texted me traffic is bad so he's running late." Lucy said. "What happened to your neck?" Harper asked with a smile "Got a Guy from LA?" "You have a boyfriend?" My mom asked in disbelief "I do and I wanna say imma kill him but I think you will take care of that." I said and the realisation hit Harper "No..." "Yes and I need you to not tell anyone okay" "Harper who is it?" My mother asked. "Oh you are going to figure that one out by yourself I am just gonna get popcorn and enjoy the show." she said and Lucy gave her a look of confusion then realisation and then shock in what my mother is going to do to him as soon as she finds out.

Nolan was enjoying a beer and a talk with my dad when my mother interrupted "Nolan question, do you know who my daughters boyfriend is?" She asked as if it was the most normal thing in the world John on the other hand was white as a ghost. "Why would I know that I barely see her I didn't even know she's here hi btw it's good to see you again, now I'm going to get a beer you want one?" He asked pointing at me "Yes I would love to and get my mother also one." Once John was gone a turned to my mom "Where is dad?" "Oh he is in the back Jard showing James his knew grill" My mum and Harper chuckled "What is it with Dads and Grills?" I that moment John came back and handed me mine and my mom's beer, when he handed me mine he said: "Here you go Honey-" That's when everyone froze. "Nolan, I am going to kill you!" "Oh God I would run amor" And with that John ran to the other guys and try to hide. We all started laughing.

#the rookie #john nolan #lucy chen #angela lopez #wesley evers #John Nolan x reader

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novamariestark · 8 months ago

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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.

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