Nsfw Alphabet | John Nolan

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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.

Tim Bradford Masterlist

Past Lives - Tim and you run into each other again after years apart.

The One - Tim has always known you were the one.

Alone - Tim finds himself scared and alone before his spinal surgery.

Lime (NSFW) - It starts with a bite of lime.

Stay Tonight (NSFW) - Your relationship with Tim changes after you suffer an injury in the field.

History - Tim wants more from you.

To Be Continued - Things get a little NSFW in Tim's truck.

Tough Call - Tim seeks you out after a tough call.

Lipstick - Tim wants you to mark him.

Domestic - Tim realises he likes having you around.

Fuck Toy (NSFW) - Sub! Tim - Sometimes Tim liked to be used.

Monster!Series:

Part One: Monster - Tim learns the reason you've been keeping your relationship a secret.

Part Two: The Gaslight (NSFW) - Tim tracks you down a month into your leave of absence.

Part Three: Stalemate - Captain Ashmore discovers your relationship with Tim.

Part Four: Foul Play - Ashmore employs another tactic in his hunt for you.

Part Five: Prayer - Tim comes face to face with his worst fear.

Part Six: Control - Ashmore reflects on what happened.

Part Seven: Grief - Tim tries to adjust to a life without you.

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."

The Heat of The Night

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

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

Word count: 1193

Fandom: The Rookie

Pairing: John Nolan x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@mariechristine00 I'm sorry again 😂

Not so innocent

@sm-tlov-r I hope you like it!

John Nolan x fem!virgin!reader

Summary: Reader is John's rookie and is tired of having the flirtations so she comes over to his newly renovated house to get a "tour".

Warnings: NSWF, mdni, making out, fingering, handjob, oral, vaginal, age gap, virgin reader

Word count: 2499

After your long shift at Mid-Wilshire you came home quite worked up. Why? Because a certain hot T.O had you all heated up. Everytime he looked at you or touched you innocently, it made heat pool in your belly. Not to mention he seemed to flirt with you, you thought it was your imagination but every single compliment felt like he was trying to tell you something. You wanted him so badly, every day was torture. But of course it’s not allowed to be in a relationship with your superior and the fact that there was quite the age gap but that made it even more tempting. So why were you after your shower in a cute dress that showed off your cleavage, your favorite perfume applied, a cute makeup look and hair all done, sexiest lingerie on, driving in your car to a certain John Nolan's house? You didn’t want to think about it, all you could think about is him, his touch, his cologne, his hands and his eyes, all so magnetic. 

What were you even going to say to him? ‘Hey officer Nolan would you mind fucking me?’ No, that's just insane…or is it? You weren’t sure what you were going to say to him, all you knew is that you had a plan. A plan to finally be in his sheets. Even though you’ve never had sex before, it never left your mind around John. You were pulled out of your thoughts when you came near his house. He had offered you to see his new renovated place before but you were busy, so this was the perfect excuse. You parked your car behind his truck in the driveway and got out to walk to his door. With a deep breath you knocked.

John opened the door and smiled when he saw you. “(Y/n) what a surprise! Would you like to come in?” He greeted you in his usual cheery voice. “Hi John! I hope it’s not a bad time but I thought I would check out your new place, I finally had the time tonight.” You smiled as you walked past him to go inside. “Well that’s great. Let me give you a tour.” He smiled now taking you around the house to tell you all about what he had changed, how he came up with the furnishing plan, how many times he hung up the mirror you just walked past and of course the room you were interested in, the bedroom. “Wow John you have really outdone yourself, the place is amazing. It’s crazy how similar our tastes are when it comes to interior design.” You smiled while feeling the fabric of his sheets.

He looked you up and down when you looked away, secretly checking you out. “So do you still live alone here?” You decided to ‘casually’ ask. “Yes I do but Ben sometimes visits as well as some of our coworkers so there’s plenty of people around.” He chuckled. “That’s great, I'm happy for you.” You said while giving him a smile. “Thank you, you’re too kind.” He responded. You didn’t realize it but you two all of a sudden stood closer to each other. “Might I say that that's a beautiful dress (Y/n). Great color on you.” John complimented. And you totally noticed the way he secretly checked you out. “Thank you, you look great as well.” You returned the compliment, hoping this would go further then your usual ‘casual flirtation’. “Really? I’m just wearing sweats and a shirt.” He laughed. “I know but you always look good.” You said, a bit softer, trying to test the waters a bit to see how far you could go.

“Oh really? Well that’s very nice of you.” He said his smile fading a bit as he took a step closer. “Did you do your hair?” He asked while grabbing one of your curls. “Yes I did, do you like it?” You asked softly, looking up in his blue eyes and giving him a smile. “Yea- Yeah it’s…really pretty.” He smiled, letting go of your hair and awkwardly putting his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. You noticed the way he had a bit of a blush on him and you knew your plan was working, although he did seem to hold himself back, so you decided to give him a little push. 

You placed your hand on his chest. “It’s a really nice shirt you know.” You said, still holding his gaze. “T- Thank you, I uhm…” You started to softly lower your hand a bit stopping at the waistband of his sweatpants. “I got it from uhm…target, I think… or maybe ama- amazon.” He mumbled, you lowered your hand a bit more, right above his already hard dick. “(Y/n) wh- what are you doing?” He said so softly it almost came out as a whisper. “Do you want me to stop?” You asked him. “No.” That was all you needed to massage his clothed erection. He started to moan and put his hands on your hips, pulling you close against his chest. Then you removed your hand from him, bringing it to his cheek instead, pulling him down a bit so you could finally put your lips on his. 

He kissed you back passionately and gripped your hips harder. You moved your arms around his neck. Then he moved his hands on your ass instead, gripping you tightly against his hard on, moving you against him. You moaned against his lips allowing him to slip his tongue inside your mouth, as his tongue touched yours you gripped his hair making him groan in your mouth. The wetness in your underwear now really starts to pool. You gripped his shirt and removed your lips from his for a moment to pull it off of him. Throwing the shirt on the ground you looked at his hot dad bod, it was exactly how you imagined it, a bit of a belly but still very muscled with a bit of hair, just way too fucking hot.

He started to pull on your dress as well, so you pulled it off your shoulders and let it fall to the ground, showing off your lace lingerie that made your nipples peek through. He sucked in a breath of air at the sight. “You are so beautiful.” He breathed out. “You are quite handsome yourself.” You smiled. He kissed you again carefully moving you over to the bed. When you lied down he pulled down his sweatpants, leaving him in his boxers and my god from the looks of his bulge alone, he was very gifted. He climbed on top of you and you continued your heated make out session, you scraped your nails on his back as you had read in books before which gave you a positive reaction. “John…will you take my virginity?” You asked him when breaking the kiss. He looked at you with widened eyes. “You- you’re a virgin? I- I mean not that that's wrong but do you really want me to take your virginity?” He asked you, almost shocked at your words, in his fantasies he wanted to be your first badly but never had he imagined it actually happening, he always assumed that someone in their twenties and a beautiful girl like you would’ve surely had sex already but he was glad he was wrong. “Yes, please.” You plead looking at him while softly stroking his handsome face.

“Fuck- okay, yes.” He cussed, something you never imagined he would do but you made him. Which was even better. He kissed you again and moved his hands over your shoulders to let the straps of your bra fall, the soft thin lace covering your breasts, falling with it. He started kneading them while starting to kiss your neck, sucking and licking the skin, which was sure to leave marks but that was a problem for tomorrow. You gasped at his actions and moaned when he took one of your nipples in his mouth and sucked on it. His other hand slid down your stomach and to your hips, pulling at the band of your lace thong to pull it off, revealing your bare glistening pussy to him. Removing his mouth from your nipple he moved back to your neck. “This all for me sweetheart?” He cooed in your ear. “Yes John- it’s all for you- only for you.” You moaned, you were so worked up you couldn’t wait for him to finally pleasure you like you fantasized every night.

As if he read your thoughts he slid his hand down to your bare pussy and let his fingers go over your wet slit, earning a whine from you. “Fuck you just can’t help it can you, so hot for your training officer, aren’t you baby?” He whispered, clearly very worked up himself, getting familiar with what you liked to hear. “Yes, please, just, I really can’t help it. You just have to be so fucking hot all the time. Especially in your uniform.” You grinned, eyes closed at the thought. “Oh really, maybe I should fuck you in uniform next time.” He said almost with a growl. He was obviously very hard for you and he wanted to please you so badly, making your first time perfect. He moved his two fingers over your clit, stimulating it with pressure. It felt so good it made you grip the sheets below you, holding your breath and closing your eyes. He moved his fingers faster the more your moans and pleas increased. And with his praises in your ear, kisses against your neck and fingers moving faster on your clit you came hard. Gasping for air and back arched you almost blanked out from overstimulation as he kept touching you, wanting to make sure every second of your orgasm was lasting as long as possible. His hard on was now getting painful, pre cum staining his boxers at the tip. But he wasn’t done yet. 

He moved his head lower, hovering over your dripping cunt he licked a stripe up your slit, making you whimper from pleasure. The sensitivity making it even more intense. Then he moved his middle finger inside while still adding more pleasure with his tongue, wanting to fully prepare you for his cock later. His tongue moving over your clit fast and his finger hitting that perfect spot inside you made you see stars as you gasped for air and screamed his name, while John now getting so horny he couldn’t help but move his erection on the mattress, needing a form of release of his build up tension. And after only ten more seconds of him fingering you and tongue fucking you, you came for the second time. Now a sheen layer of sweat on your skin, the sheets were now messed up by your grip and the area below you soaked with your juices, you only hoped John wouldn’t mind. 

when you came down from your high you looked at John who just stopped moving against the mattress. “Please, let me make you feel good now.” You sighed, still hazy from your own release. “I’m not saying no to that.” He smiled, he sat down next to you up against the headboard while you sat up too. You moved your hands over his clothed hard on and started massaging him. “Please sweetheart, enough teasing, I just need to feel you.” He groaned, so desperate for your touch. You immediately obliged and pulled down his boxers to reveal his aching, leaking cock. You licked your lips and moved your hand up and down over his soft, veiny dick, starting a soft pace to jerk him off. After he started to moan louder and louder you decided to lick his tip, he groaned loudly at this, and you now wrapped your lips around his leaking tip. Moving up and down while hollowing your cheeks, you moved your hand to jerk off what couldn’t fit in your mouth. After about 2 minutes he stopped you. “Baby stop, I don't want to cum already.” He said while his hand moved your head away from his cock and back to his mouth so he could give you a kiss. 

“Lay down for me.” You did as you were told and layed down next to him so he could move on top of you. “Are you still sure of this?” He asked you softly, he didn’t want you to have regrets. “Oh very, and I’m on birth control so maybe…you could fuck me raw?” You smiled innocently. “Fuck… yes- yes that’s sounds so good.” He muttered, he now gripped the base of his cock and slowly rubbed his tip over your wet slit. You moaned at the movements and grabbed his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. While kissing you he moved his aching cock inside you and slipped in with ease due to your wetness. He moaned in your mouth at the feel of your tight cunt stretched around him and he wasn’t even fully inside you yet. Moving his tip slowly in and out of you, he got you used to the feeling and gave him the go ahead to fully fuck you. When he bottomed out, you both let out a loud moan at the feeling. He couldn’t help but start rutting against you, moving his lips to your neck to kiss you.  You whined at the feeling, for weeks now all you could think about was this moment and finally he was fucking you. You moved your hands from his neck to his back and scratched it again with your nails making him groan against your neck, now he was pounding into you even harder, getting you both close to your release you so desperately craved. With each thrust he hit that spongy spot inside you that made you scream his name. But when he moved his fingers between you to rub your clit, you came for him, clenching your walls around his dick. He let out a loud moan at this and he filled you with his release, making it drip out of your abused hole. After some time he pulled out his softening dick and gave you a lazy smile. You smiled back at him and as he laid down next to you, you cuddled against him. “That was amazing John, like really really good. I don’t think someone has ever made me feel that way.” You murmured, moving your hand over his chest. “Well I’m glad I was your first time and I hope I didn’t disappoint.” He said before he softly kissed your hair. “It was perfect, just amazing.” You smiled. “But I will have to take you out on a proper date this upcoming weekend.” He suggested. “I would love to.” You agreed. And after that you comfortably slept in his arms, finally your fantasies were fulfilled.

He Saved my Stuffie -Klaus M.

Warning: Dd/Lg and Smut

This was a request from a friend specifically asking me to write baby talk so I hope I did an alright job on that. This oneshot contains an extremely rushed DDLG relationship, it’s a work of fiction and that is all, I know it is unrealistic.

The commotion downstairs startled me, having been alone in the house 10 minutes ago. It sounded like arguing but then things started crashing and breaking, causing me to run down from my room. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I found Damon and a man tossing each other around.

I was going to just leave the room, not wanting to get in the middle of Damon's argument when they landed on the couch where I had been napping earlier.  As Damon tried to kick the man off of him, he hit my Bulbasaur stuffie and launched him straight into the roaring fireplace.  "Ahhhhhh!"  I screamed, alerting both men who quickly turned to look at me.  I darted to the fireplace but Damon anticipated what I was doing.  My stuffie was burning in the back of the fire place and I reached my hand in to pull him out, ignoring the pain in my arm until I was grabbed and pulled back.

"Are you insane?!  Jesus Y/n!  It's a fucking toy!"

"Wet me go!  Wet go!  I gotsta get him out!  Damon!"  There were tears streaming down my face as I watched my favorite stuffie burn and I began to sob.  I had gotten Bulbasaur when I moved into the boarding house, my parents had been killed by the tomb vampires and since it was their fault the Scooby Gang moved me in.  Bulbasaur has kept me safe from all the vampires in town, not to mention werewolves, witches and anything else that wanted to hurt me.

"If you're going to do that little bullshit then take it upstairs!  I don't have time for this."  As he turned back to the other man I felt something in my brain snap.  I turned around and jumped onto Damon's back, grabbing his neck and jerking violently.  He fell to the floor with a fractured neck and I crawled back to the fireplace, only to feel another arm around my waist.

"No!  I gotsta get him!  Stop!"

"Calm down love, I'll get him for you."  The man placed me on my butt beside him and reached in, grabbing the burned up stuffie, patting the fire out.  His burns healed immediately and I inched away slightly.  "Don't be afraid of me little one, I would never hurt you."  I began crying once again as I saw my burnt up best friend and I was pulled onto the blond mans lap.  I found it oddly comforting as he rocked me back and forth, singing in some strange language.  I rested my head on his shoulder as he lifted me up and walked to the kitchen, still singing.  He grabbed a bottle and filled it with juice, dropping some of his blood into it before sitting on the counter and holding it to my mouth, feeding me my bottle. 

It's extremely rare that I'm this little, considering I can't do much for myself when I am and that I don't have a daddy, but I decided to take advantage of the comfort as I suck on the bottle and clutch tightly to this mans shirt.

"Are you feeling a little better baby girl?"  I nodded, still holding on tightly, not understanding why but needing to.  "Your burns are all healed up, no more reaching into the fire.  Would your stuffie have wanted you to hurt yourself to save him?"  I shook my head, his logic seeming completely sound to me.

"Bulbasauw nevew want me huwt. He's ma best fwiend...Damon kiwwed him."  I could tell he thought the baby talk was cute as he smiled down at where I still was on his lap.  He hopped off the kitchen counter and sat me on the kitchen island.

"How about I take him with me?  Maybe my witch can fix him up for you.  It's worth a shot, huh?"

"Doesn't mattew.  I gotsta go...I huwt Damon, I need to weave befowe he wakes up."  I tried to squirm down onto the floor but this man wasn't having it.

"You can come stay with me, I'll help you grab your things.  Come on."  He lifted me onto his hip and carried me like a toddler, making me feel even more little, and I believe he knew that.

"Who awe you mistew?"  He looked startled by that.

"You don't know who I am?"  I shook my head.  "My name is Niklaus Mikaelson, I'm shocked your friends didn't tell you that."  I had a slight internal debate with myself, but ultimately decided I enjoyed the comfort he gave me too much to be afraid.

"Dey towd me youwe eviw and to stay away fwom you.  Dat you wanna huwt aww Ewenas fwiends." 

"No, I don't want to hurt anybody, however they push and push until I have no other option...how come you're not running away from me if you think I'm evil?"  I shrugged as he set me down in my room.

"Cause youwe comfty and wawm.  Youwe nice to me when I'm wittwe.  My fwiends don't wike me wike dis, say dey gots too much to wowwy about wifout my fucked up buwwshit."  I sniffled and he growled.

"I'm sorry your friend treat you like that but you don't have to worry about them anymore.  Also, if I hear those naughty words come out of your mouth again I'm going to take you over my knee.  You have such beautiful lips, those vulgar words should never pass through them, understand?"  I nodded, loving the way he was caring for me, feeling myself dampen slightly, praying to god he didn't notice, though if the smirk on his face is anything to go on, he did.  He helped me pack my things, my clothes and things in one bag and a separate bag for all my little gear.  Niklaus somehow carried not just me but my 2 bags down stairs and outside to his car.  "Is there anything else you need little one?"

I shook my head. "Why awe you bein so nice to me?  I'm fwiends wiff evewyone you hate..."  he smiled kindly, sitting me in the passenger seat and kissing my cheek.

"Because I saw the way Damon treated you and no Little should ever be treated like that.  You should be taken care of by your Daddy, loved and cherished like the gem you are.  I want to take care of you, my little mate."  Mate?  I can't be his mate...he waited 1000 years for me?  That sucks! 

I shook my head frantically.  "No mate Nik, no!  You find someone bettew!  Cawowine!  You wike Cawowine!  She bettew!  She-"  I was cut off by his lips pressing against mine, and though this may be cheesy, I felt fireworks explode in my stomach, making me wrap my arms around his neck and prolong the kiss.

"You are it for me, Caroline was a fun chase, but that's all my relationships have been, I've been waiting for my mate, for you.  I always hoped my mate would be a little, they're supposedly everything you need, even if you don't know you need it.  Y/n, I would be honored if you would consider me as an option for your Daddy, however, even if you don't want that, you are welcome to stay with me for however long you want."

I considered it for a moment before nodding.  "Daddy Nik...I wike it."  I giggled and he grinned, tickling my sides happily before kissing me again.  The drive back to his house wasn't long and he quickly carried me and my bags upstairs, avoiding his siblings who were all looking at us from the living room as we went by.  "Dey not gonna wike me Nikky... I fwiends wiff bad peopwe."  He shook his head.

"Not anymore, remember?  You're also my mate, I promise, my family will love you.  Now, let's get you unpacked, okay?"  I nodded, putting my things away in the empty dresser by the bathroom door, placing most of my little gear right on top of the dresser.  My box of Pacis, my collars, my fluffy cuffs and everything else.  I only had one stuffy besides Bulbasaur and that's my Toothless stuffie.  "Are you okay staying in here with me or would you rather sleep in a different bed?  I-"

"I not awwowed to sweep in a bed.  Damon made me sweep on da couch."

"Why in gods name would he-"

"I have nightmawes and I sometimes have accidents.  I gotsta sweep on da couch."  He shook his head and seemed to be in deep thought.

"Okay.  I'm going to go talk to my witch about your stuffie and then I'm going to grab a few things."  He sped out of the room, returning 10 seconds later with a bottle of apple juice.  "You watch cartoons, okay baby girl?  I'll be right back."  He turned the T.V on Scooby Doo before kissing my head and leaving.

Klaus' POV

"Elijah?"  I called, walking into the living room to see my 3 siblings all reading.  "Do you know of any spell in the world that could fix this?"  He looked at the burned up stuffed animal and shook his head.

"Apologies Niklaus, I do not.  Why?"

"It was important enough to my mate to put her hand in a fire place trying to get it back, and I-"

"Mate?!"  All 3 of them exclaimed and I smiled, nodding.

"Yeah, she had been living with the Salvatore's.  She's...just perfect."  I had no other words to describe the girl I had met today, she was everything I wanted and more.

"And a little judging by the stuffed animal?"  My elder brother questioned.  Rebekah and Kol, having been in boxes for decades, didn't know what that meant until Elijah explained it.

"She's watching cartoons upstairs, I'll be back soon."  I walked out to my car, driving to the mall to get a new stuffed animal and a little surprise for my mate that will hopefully help with her problem.

Y/n POV

I hadn't been by myself for 5 minutes when there was a knock on the door and a head peeking in.  I assumed this was my Daddy's sister, Rebekah.  "Hi.  I just wanted to introduce myself.  If you're going to be living here we should get along, right?"  I nodded, making sure not to baby talk my daddy's sister.

"Definitely.  I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you."  She smiled, shutting the door behind her and sitting across from me, shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you too, I'm Rebekah."  She sat with me and we talked for quite a while until the front door opened and Rebekah hopped up.  "I'll give you back to Nik now I suppose, but you and I are going shopping tomorrow, got it?"  I nodded.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world.  I'll be ready."  She walked out and didn't bother closing the door behind her since my daddy walked in 5 seconds later.

"Did you have a good talk with my sister love?" 

"Yeah, we're gonna go shopping tomorrow...if that's okay?"  He smiled and kissed my head gently.

"Of course it is love, I always want you to tell me where you're going, but I trust you with Rebekah and Elijah."

"Not Kol?"  He grimaced.

"Well work our way there."  I giggled.  "I've been meaning to ask, how old are you when you regress?"  He was putting something together against the wall and I watched, fascinated as he worked, his hands amazing me as he did.

"Usually between 3 and 5 but when I have someone babying me I can get down to 1 and a half ish.  I can't do much for myself then so I don't go that far often."  Keeping up with his vampire paced movements was making me dizzy so I stopped, looking back at the t.v to see Scooby riding a log in a lumber mill and being chased by the snow ghost.

"Y/n, you can be as little as you need as often as you need."  Daddy sat in front of me now, holding my hands in his.  "I need to care for you, that's what I need as a Daddy, that’s why you’re my mate, and you giving me that makes me extremely happy.  Okay?  Never feel like you can't be as little as you need."  I smiled as he said this and examined his hands as he spoke.  "What?"

"I like your hands.  I can't help but imagine what they feel like all over me."  He moved his hands down to my hips and to my butt, lifting me up just like that and putting me on his hip.

"My hands are all yours whenever you want them.  However, I have something for you.  Look."  He brought me over and I finally realized what the thing he was putting together was...it's a changing table.

"You...you want me to wear diapers?"  I was stunned and had no clue how to react.  Diapers had never been a thing I had wanted to try.

"Only to sleep baby love.  You said sometimes you have accidents, well, now you can sleep in Daddies bed with him and not worry about it."  I was touched.  Most people would have just given me my own place to sleep but this man put forth the effort to help me find a solution and that shows me how much he really does want to be my daddy.  "I got the changing table so I can help you, okay?  You don't have to do it alone, you'll never have to do anything alone again.  Also-"  he set me on the changing table and handed me...A BULBASAUR!  He had fixed my stuffie.  "Now, He is not the same stuffie unfortunately, but since we couldn't fix him, I figured you might like to take care of one of his children."  I looked at him confused.  "This is Bulbasaurs son, you'll take care of him, won't you?"  I nodded frantically, snuggling the stuffie to my chest as daddy laid me back on the changing table.  "I brought us dinner but let's get you ready for bed first, then we can snuggle and watch cartoons, huh?  Sound good baby girl?  Do you want to watch cartoons with your Daddy?"  I knew what he was doing, he was trying to make me regress and it was absolutely...working.  I giggled, nodding and snuggling my Bulbasaur as Daddy pulled my pants and panties off.  "God baby love, you're soaking wet...who did this to you?"  I whimpered, feeling exposed but also wanting his hands on me desperately, trusting him after all that he's done in such a short time.  "Answer me Y/n, who made you this wet?"

"You did..."  I gasped as he trailed a finger straight up my slit.  "Oh...I've...I’ve nevew..."  my baby talk returned as my Daddy made me feel safe and loved.

"Do you want me to stop?  We can wait, I will never do anything you don't want Y/n, never."  I shook my head.

"Pwease...pwease touch me Daddy..."  I heard him growl and my eyes snapped open to see him looking straight at me.

"Say it again...say it again baby love, and you'll get what you want."

"P-pwease?  Pwease Daddy?  Pwease touch me...I need you Daddy!" The next thing I knew his thumb was on my clit and he had slipped 2 fingers into my entrance, making him groan.

"Jesus Christ baby, you're so tight!  Oh fuck!"  Daddy kissed up my neck, my right hand buried in his hair and the other clutching the table.

"Oh!  Daddy...feews so good Daddy!  Pwease...don't stop?!"

"Never."  I gasped as he bit my ear slightly.

"Tawking...don't stop...pwease?"  He stopped kissing my neck as I said this before understanding what I meant.

"You like Daddy's voice don't you baby love?  You just love knowing it's me who's making you feel this good, don't you?"  I nodded as he added a third finger, grazing this little spot inside of me that made me need to catch my breath.  "God little one, your pussy is just perfect.  It's squeezing my fingers so tight, can't imagine what it's going to be like on my cock one day, you make me so fucking hard."  I released his hair, moving my hand down and unhooking his jeans somehow with one hand and trailing my hand down, rubbing him through his boxers and hearing him snarl and growl in my ear.

"Do dat again Daddy, pwease?  Make dat sound again?"  I moved my hand into his boxers and wrapped my fingers around his flesh, making him growl once again.

"Fuck princess, god you're so perfect."  His breathing became erratic as did mine and his body went rigid as he came in my hand, the moan he let out in my ear being my last straw as my hips lifted from the table and I came, squirting all over his hand.  "Holy fuck Y/n!  That was the hottest thing I've ever seen."  He covered my lips with his, kissing me for a moment before pulling back and grabbing baby wipes, cleaning us both off before lifting my hips and wrapping me up in a diaper like a present.  He stood me up and helped me into my Batman footie pajamas before sitting me on the bed.

We spent that night comfortable in each other's arms, eating and enjoying the comfort we got from one another.  I never thought I would be grateful to Damon for throwing my stuffie in the fire but I have to say...Thanks Damon.

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