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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.

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*ೃ⁀➷ nsfw content, mdni; afab!reader, bondage, dirty talk, semi-public sex, heavy petting, angry sex, lingerie, oral, voyeurism, sexting

– Aftercare - What is he like after sex?

He’s the absolute sweetest with you. So attentive and caring, he’ll take just the best care of you in whatever way you need him to. He’ll get you cleaned up in bed, or join you for a shower/bath and set about getting some food into you before curling up together for a little quality quiet time with you.

— Bondage - Who gets tied up and how?

It’s not something he’s really into. He’d never bring it up, so the only way it would come up in conversation even as a possibility would be if it was something you liked and wanted to try out with him.

If you were really intent on it, he probably would try it out a couple times just to make you happy. It’d be brief, and pretty laid-back as far as bondage goes - it’d never be for very long, and any kind of seriously restrictive materials like proper handcuffs or zipties are absolutely off the table.

When it comes to tying you up, he’d be a little more on the fence. Part of why he loves sex with you so much is that closeness and connection that comes with feeling your arms around him or getting to hold your hand in his throughout, so it kind of diminishes the experience for him in that way.

— Cuddling - How does he cuddle?

Expertly, and for as long as you’ll allow him to. Whether or not sex is part of the equation, John loves nothing more than holding you close and being that grounding presence for you. He loves any position or time that will allow him to hold you, with you either curled up on his chest or acting as the little spoon - but is also very partial to laying his head down in your lap, and letting you play with his hair every once in a while.

— Dirty - How does he talk?

He’s absolutely amazing at it without realizing it in the slightest. He cringes direly at the idea of purposely trying to talk dirty to you, and ruining the mood by being too eager or too corny - so he resolves to speak sparingly, and only when it feels right to him. This accidentally ends up making for some of the best, more adoring bedroom talk you will have ever heard in your life.

— Exposed - Riskiest place he’s had sex?

Nolan doesn’t seem like one for much risk (to me, anyways), so his idea of risky would be pretty tame compared to some others. I think a handsy makeout session in his car, or a bar bathroom would be about as far as you’d get before he reigns the both of you in and moves things somewhere more private.

— Favourite position - Self explanatory.

Missionary, with your legs hooked around his waist and one of his arms underneath you holding you close to him. Bonus points if you bury your face into his neck, and he gets to hear all your little noises and gasps crystal-clear.

— Graceful - Weirdest position he’s tried?

In my heart of hearts, I feel he once tried reverse cowgirl with you thinking it’d be all kinds of sexy and intense - only to realise it was an absolute buzzkill, because it took all the things he loves about sex with you out of the occasion. He couldn’t hold you close, increase your pleasure, see your face; he soon realised it was, evidently, not the thing for him.

— Hands - What does he do with his hands?

They have to be on you, or he’ll throw a strop. In your hair, holding your face, cupping your head, on your chest, gripping your hips, rubbing your clit - he’s not picky, so long as you’re in reach.

— Imagination - What does he fantasize about?

Some days, the thought of coming home to you in bed ready for him is all that gets him through the day without going completely mad. Your sweet smile, your knowing hands, the softness of your skin all the things about you that ground and calm him are what he can’t help but get wrapped up in.

— Jack Off - A masturbation headcanon.

He doesn’t do it an awful lot, usually preferring to wait until you’re in the mood too as he much prefers it. But he’s only human, and will take to it during times when you’re apart or he just needs a little release - usually in the shower, envisioning you on your knees below him.

— Kink - What’s his secret kink?

Not so much a kink, but more than once when you’ve been rowing or when work’s riled him up he’s imagined working off that anger with you in a much more intense way than he normally would. It’s not something he’d ever actually broach with you - he’s not even sure it would actually appeal to him in real life, at all - thus, it’ll stay living in his imagination.

— Lingerie - What underwear does he like?

Anything you’ll let him buy for you. He would go crazy seeing you in a pretty lingerie set, knowing he’s paid for it - on the flip side, also loves it when you wear his boxers.

— Moan - What does he sound like? What sounds does he like to hear?

He wouldn’t be the quietest guy going, but he’s not the loudest either. Lots of soft grunts and moans and stifled swearing, with praise and encouragement peppered in.

As for what he likes to hear from you, he loves it when you’re vocal. Will do just about everything in his power to tease louder and more unfiltered noises out of you, but still finds it adorable when you try and quieten yourself down.

— Night - What time of day does he prefer to have sex?

He doesn’t have too big a preference, preferring to wait until it feels right for the both of you regardless of the time of day. If he had to choose, he’d probably say night - there’s just something about coming home to you after a long day, de-stressing together and falling asleep with you held close that he absolutely loves.

— Oral - Giving or receiving? Why?

Both, but especially enjoys going down on you. He could spend hours teasing and edging you on his tongue, and relishes in getting to find solace between your thighs after a testing day.

— Pace - Is he fast and rough? Slow and sensual?

Slow and sensual, but is more than willing to change it up depending on what either one of you need in the moment.

— Quickie - How would he have a quickie?

Isn’t hugely fond of them, but will concede if he knows it’ll be a while before you get any quality time alone. He’ll make an effort to be extra sweet and attentive to you during it, as a way to make up for not being able to give you proper aftercare - and the next time you’re alone, be prepared for him to still be really affectionate.

— Roleplay - What’s his roleplaying fantasy?

Roleplaying’s not something he’d think a whole lot about - maybe he’d facilitate a tipsy conversation or two about the possibility of a cop/criminal situation, but that’d be about as far as it gets unless it’s something you’re very intent on.

— Sexy - How does he turn his partner on?

He knows you like the back of his hand, and 100% uses it to his advantage. Where to touch you, how to kiss you, what to say - he’ll have you melting under his touch in minutes.

— Trust - How does he have rough sex?

I cannot for the life of me envision him having truly rough sex. It’d only get a little more intense, and faster-paced - but never rough in the way of manhandling or being callous in his treatment of you. No, he just gets quieter than usual and forgoes sensuality in favour of a quicker connection. 

— Under - Who’s in control and how?

It’s tipped about 60-40 in your favour, and he’s not shy about it in the least. John really enjoys taking the backseat, and having it be on your terms a lot of the time. Even when he takes charge, you’ve still got a handle on things and he’ll have both eyes and ears out for even a hint of you wanting a change in pace or energy.

— Voyeur -  What does he like to watch?

The role of the voyeur isn’t one he’d naturally gravitate to, but he could rather easily be swayed towards it by you. As much as it’d pain him, he would quite enjoy being made to keep his distance while he watches you touch yourself - so long as he’s assured he’ll get to have you all to himself afterwards.

— Wet - How does he do it in the shower?

Do ye want him to throw a hip out?? Is that what we’re doing here, endangering senior citizens in our free time?!

Ah, I think I’ll just sow the mental seeds of a couple shower bj’s and then skedaddle for this one.

— X-Rated - What kind of porn does he like?

I think he would scarcely, if at all watch porn while in a relationship. If you’re the type to send, then he’d always default to using what you send him over anything else.

— Yearning - How high is his sex drive?

Fairly average. He’d be more than content with sex once or twice a week, if your schedules and libidos allow for it - but a little more or less wouldn’t phase him at all.

— Zipper - How does he undress?

It’s not something he tends to put much thought into. He knows he likes it when you take the care to undress him yourself, and that he loves to tease you by staying dressed a little longer than you so he can see you squirm and grow blushy underneath him, but that’s about it.

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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John Nolan Masterlist

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

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

Out of Your League - John has always thought you were beautiful.

Rainy Days - John wakes up in the middle of the night to the sound of rain... and you.

Vest - You're there for John when he's shot in the chest.

Scars - John loves you and all your scars.