Since I’ve been gone for so long I’ve gotten into different fandoms! So I’m making a new list for what I write for!
Also: MDNI I WILL FIND YOU.
I will write: Oneshots, nfsw headcannons, sfw headcannons, fluff, smut, angst. (All of which are going to be blurbs cus I'm so tired)
what kinks I will write for: most taboos (excluding, p*ss, sh*t, f*rt, inflation, feederism.) examples of taboos I will write for: blood play, knife play, abusive partners, CNC, tied up. (Just ask me if its ok and ill confirm)
Character Chart
Character’s full name:
Reason or meaning of name:
Character’s nickname:
Reason for nickname:
Birth date:
Physical appearance
Age:
How old does he/she appear:
Weight:
Height:
Body build:
Shape of face:
Eye color:
Glasses or contacts:
Skin tone:
Distinguishing marks:
Predominant features:
Hair color:
Type of hair:
Hairstyle:
Voice:
Overall attractiveness:
Physical disabilities:
Usual fashion of dress:
Favorite outfit:
Jewelry or accessories:
Personality
Good personality traits:
Bad personality traits:
Mood character is most often in:
Sense of humor:
Character’s greatest joy in life:
Character’s greatest fear:
Why?
What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil?
Character is most at ease when:
Most ill at ease when:
Enraged when:
Depressed or sad when:
Priorities:
Life philosophy:
If granted one wish, it would be:
Why?
Character’s soft spot:
Is this soft spot obvious to others?
Greatest strength:
Greatest vulnerability or weakness:
Biggest regret:
Minor regret:
Biggest accomplishment:
Minor accomplishment:
Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about:
Why?
Character’s darkest secret:
Does anyone else know?
Goals
Drives and motivations:
Immediate goals:
Long term goals:
How the character plans to accomplish these goals:
How other characters will be affected:
Past
Hometown:
Type of childhood:
Pets:
First memory:
Most important childhood memory:
Why:
Childhood hero:
Dream job:
Education:
Religion:
Finances:
Present
Current location:
Currently living with:
Pets:
Religion:
Occupation:
Finances:
Family
Mother:
Relationship with her:
Father:
Relationship with him:
Siblings:
Relationship with them:
Spouse:
Relationship with him/her:
Children:
Relationship with them:
Other important family members:
Favorites
Color:
Least favorite color:
Music:
Food:
Literature:
Form of entertainment:
Expressions:
Mode of transportation:
Most prized possession:
Habits
Hobbies:
Plays a musical instrument?
Plays a sport?
How he/she would spend a rainy day:
Spending habits:
Smokes:
Drinks:
Other drugs:
What does he/she do too much of?
What does he/she do too little of?
Extremely skilled at:
Extremely unskilled at:
Nervous tics:
Usual body posture:
Mannerisms:
Peculiarities:
Traits
Optimist or pessimist?
Introvert or extrovert?
Daredevil or cautious?
Logical or emotional?
Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat?
Prefers working or relaxing?
Confident or unsure of himself/herself?
Animal lover?
Self-perception
How he/she feels about himself/herself:
One word the character would use to describe self:
One paragraph description of how the character would describe self:
What does the character consider his/her best personality trait?
What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait?
What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic?
What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic?
How does the character think others perceive him/her:
What would the character most like to change about himself/herself:
Relationships with others
Opinion of other people in general:
Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others?
Person character most hates:
Best friend(s):
Love interest(s):
Person character goes to for advice:
Person character feels responsible for or takes care of:
Person character feels shy or awkward around:
Person character openly admires:
Person character secretly admires:
Most important person in character’s life before story starts:
After story starts:
i need this right now but this is so hard…. do you just… come up with this? and that’s it? how do characters intertwine? don’t they change throughout the book? WRITING IS HARD
you and schlatt drinking, he offers to drive you home then suddenly pulls over otw. takes advantage of u but keeps apologizing and saying how good it feels and you must like it because ur oh so wet… maybe readers first time
Whiskey Driven⋆˚꩜｡
my first request 😛😛😛
TW: basically 🍇, Drinking, Readers first time, New Yorker 😞 /hj
MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI MDNI
Could I get you another drink?" Jay's voice was smooth, with sporadic slurred words, small hiccups, and a thickening accent as he went on. You nodded, of course, already dizzy from the alcohol you had been practically chugging down. "One more shot… I really have to get home, " you muttered, half-slurred. You watched as his tall frame disappeared into the crowd to get you another drink. You sighed in relief after he left; every time he was around, you got so nervous and … wet. The weird thing was you only thought of him as a friend… right? "One shot, Doll~" As soon as he set it down, you gulped it in one go. "Let me get you home, toots; you're way too drunk to be booze cruising." You mumbled something about being fine and completely sober before he swept you off your feet and off to his car.
You two sat in silence for a bit. Your head spun, and your body was pretty numb (that rhymed :3) from… oh god, how many shots did you take? Doesn't matter now because soon you'll be home, safe in your bed! Or that's what you thought until Jay started to pull over. "What are you doing?" Every second that ticks by carries weight. The car felt smaller with him in it, his gaze looming over you now. “No one is going to find out what happens in this car, got it?” Abruptly, he threw you into the back of the car and subsequently pinned you down. “Look so fucking pretty tonight…I’m so sorry for what I’m about to do, Toots.”
His hand dig into your arms stopping you from from struggling as you beg ”please just let me go I-I don’t want this. he looks almost sad hurt even and says “look I’m sorry but your to much you little tease you know you want it” moves his forearms to choke you as his other hand goes to into your pants touching the growing wet spot on your panties. “look how wet you are toots you’re loving this” he says smiling starting to pull your pants down as you continue to beg him “please” is all you can muster though your choked tears he simple says “stop pretending you don’t want it slut your soaking” he says ripping off the clothes and starting to undo his zipper. You start to try to scream for help, but he shoves his arm harder into your throat, stopping you from making any sound. “I’ll be quick, I promise,” he says, rubbing his tip against your entrance. He starts to insert it in, then stops and looks at you, “You’re so wet, I didn’t even need to spit. What a fucking slut you are, toots,” he spits out, shoving himself deep into you in one motion. You try to scream, but no sound can escape your lips. You can barely even breathe as he starts to pump into your unprotected hole. He grunts softly, saying “fuck…” under his breath, picking up his pace. Your walls quiver around his shaft, splitting you from the inside out. You want to scream, beg him to stop, but before you can, he grabs your throat, shutting you up before you can even make a sound. “God, you're so wet, you really are a whore aren’t you?” he says. You can feel him starting to leak into you. You manage to get out “s-stop please PLEASE” but it seems to just turn him on more, making him go even faster. Your walls start to ache, barely able to fit him. It feels like he’s ripping you apart with his cock. He starts to speed up, grunting more frequently, and says,” Sorry, toots, but I’m not pulling out, you're just too tight for that”. You start frantically begging and trying to shove him off, he grabs your throat, shoving your head into the ground, picking up his pace even further. You start moaning as you few him getting closer to his release. You want him to stop, but for some reason, a part of you wants his cum deep inside you, wants to let him fill you with his seed, wants to be bred by him. He looks at you, your face cock drunk, smiling, moaning, he simply says, “ I knew you were a slut all along.”
As he starts to pound deeper and deeper, getting closer to his release. You start begging “ please cum in me please!~” bucking your hips your body begging for his seed “PLEASE!” you scream as he cums deep into you flooding your hole to the point it spills out of you as he gums he groans deeply “yesss take my fucking seed your whore” with one final deep thrust releasing ever drop of cum in his balls deep into you.
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
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ masterlist • tim bradford fic ⋆˚｡⋆୨୧⋆
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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Ooo ok so I MIGHT start writing little blurbs,,,like fluff, angst,…smut. About Schlatt, Ted, Slimecicle, and Tommy (⬅️ no smut). Maybe some headcanons 🤭,,, BUT I HAVE NO IDEAS. GIVE ME IDEAS.
