#Detective Policewoman

[boneshine]

This looks like the start of the best porno feat. two awkward gays who hired a dommy mommy to come in and show them a good time or am I projecting?

[simnationlifebefore]

How many random sims can I put in one update without it being confusing? The answer is I don't care.

[igiveupmiss3]

Chilean female detectives make another arrest.

Source: FemaleCopWorld on Pinterest

[nikidontsurf]

GEORGE HARRISON and PATTIE BOYD leave Kinfauns to go to the Walton and Esher Magistrates Court, March 18, 1969.

  She was at Kinfauns, their bungalow home in Esher, Surrey, playing genial hostess to a group of visitors from Scotland Yard’s drug squad. She recalled the events in her memoir Wonderful Tonight: ‘Suddenly I heard a lot of cars on the gravel in the drive – far too many for it to be just George. My first thought was that maybe Paul and Linda wanted to party after the wedding. Then the bell rang. I opened the door to find a policewoman and a dog standing outside. At that moment the back-doorbell rang and I thought, Oh, my God, this is so scary! I’m surrounded by police.

The man in charge introduced himself as Detective Sergeant Pilcher, from Scotland Yard, and handed me a piece of paper. I knew why he was there: he thought we had drugs, and he said he was going to search the house. In they came, about eight policemen through the front, another five or six through the back and there were more in the greenhouse. The policewoman said she would follow me while the others searched and didn’t let me out of her sight. I said, ‘Why are you doing this? We don’t have any drugs. I’m going to phone my husband.’ I rang George at Apple. ‘George, it’s your worst nightmare. Come home.’

The officers clearly thought the Harrisons would be at Paul’s wedding. The timing was not a coincidence. (...) Pilcher had already busted Mick Jagger, Brian Jones and Donovan, as well as Lennon and Yoko the previous year. National treasures or not, The Beatles were no longer protected from the law. - ‘And in the End: The Last Days of The Beatles’ Ken McNab

  I was with George in the office when that call came through. It was the end of a long day at Apple. Pattie rang and said, ‘They’re here – the law is here,’ and we knew what to do by then. We phoned Release’s lawyer, Martin Polden. We had a routine: he came round to Apple, and we all went down by limousine to Esher, where the police were well ensconced by then – and I stood bail for George and Pattie. They went off to the police station. We were all extremely indignant because it was the day of Paul’s wedding, a poor way to celebrate it. The police can be so nice.

George was calm about it. George is always calm – he sometimes gets a grump, but he’s always calm – and he was extremely calm that night, and very, very indignant. He went into the house and looked around at all these men and one woman, and said something like. ‘Birds have nests and animals have holes, but man has nowhere to lay his head.’ – ‘Oh, really, sir? Sorry to tell you we have to…’ and then into the police routine.

That’s how calm and how cross he was, because, as he said, he kept his dope in the box where dope went, and his joss sticks went in the joss stick box. He was a man who ran an orderly late-Sixties household, with beautiful things and some nice stuff to smoke.

 In my opinion he didn’t have to be busted because he was doing nobody any harm. I still believe what they did was an intrusion into personal life. - Derek Taylor in ‘The Beatles Anthology’

[lumineary-arts]

Almost forgot to post this on Tumblr too!! I read through Lackadaisy a few days ago and felt inspired to doodle my OC, Dina!! She's not quite up there as a detective yet, but she is a policewoman with lofty goals and less-than-ideal opportunities. Unfortunately, due to age, gender and her "rookie" status, she's treated more as a secretary by her colleagues than anything.

Upon discovering the Lackadaisy Speakeasy, she starts attending every night after her shift as her own personal investigation. Surely, she'd have the willpower to get the place shut down. After all, rules are rules, she's always been a firm believer in that.

... If only she didn't enjoy the company there so much.

[evans23]

Cherished love

Pairing : David Friedman x Reader OC

Summary : David had dived into his work to forget his loneliness. It was before you. With you in his life, he knows he could face everything, yet, he's afraid to lose you. Until you gift him with your innocence, making him understand that he was the one and you were his.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Smut. Age gap. @liviacarol88-blog ; @eccentricchick

A/N : Hello dear 😁 It took me a while, but here David's version of him and virgin reader. Enjoy and don't forget, requests are open ! =)

Lionel's version is here - Sinclair's version is here

Also read on AO3

David was excited, even though he didn't let his joy shine off too much. After all, He was a grumpy and disillusioned man and you knew that and what you had to deal with when you chose to commit yourself into a relationship with him. And more than knowing that, you were in love with him for his greatest happiness, although he still couldn't figure out how a beautiful and smart girl like you could have fallen in love with him.

You had met him thanks to one of your friends who appeared to be his colleague. Of course, she wasn't a policewoman or a detective or anything like that, just the pretty and kind receptionist who knew all the precinct gossip and had the need to peddle the latest rumors while meddling in the business of others. 

Truth be told, David wasn't particularly keen on being his friend but Philippa, your friend, wasn't one to be deterred and the secrecy surrounding David had attracted her attention as soon as she started her job there. Or at least, the introverted character of the man because she learned very quickly how his ex-wife had cheated on him with one of his friends, Matty. 

Because Philippa couldn't bear such a betrayal, she made it her mission to cheer up the grumpy, sarcastic, and hard-working detective at all costs. 

David was monosyllable when he answered her intrusive questions and his dark looks when she pushed him too far in his entrenchment never succeeded in intimidating her. She was such a force of nature and she fathomed quite quickly David was too and what he utterly needed was a woman in his life. A good one, not one of those who couldn't stand a man with internal struggles but who also had a deep mind full of thought about life. He also needed someone who could understand his busy life, his hectic schedule and the fact he couldn't be at home each night for dinner. To top it off, the girl had to be able to cope with his sarcasm, his moody temper and overall, who would be able to take in immediately how the world in which he was living was dark and let him with images of horror that, during too long, had him pour his sorrow into alcohol. 

And she knew the perfect girl for that. You, of course ! You and your many contradictions, your own deep struggles, you were, like him, an introvert, your mind was sharp and also full of sarcasm but contrary to the detective, you were a kind, smiling person who tried her best to stand despite the curve balls life had thrown you and for Philippa, it meant a lot about the true you. No one could be as kind as you were without a great deal of wisdom. Or at least, a really big soft heart. 

Therefore, her second mission started immediately after she arrived to this conclusion that you were the perfect match for David. It was to convince you to meet him. She was surprised to realise how easy it had been. She was used to you refusing to meet anyone she desperately wanted you to go out with. Yet, the loneliness surrounding you had taken its toll on your morale and you trust Philippa enough to know she wouldn't introduce you to him if she wasn't sure you could have some good chemistry with David.

Her third mission was the most complicated one. To convince David. Of course, she didn't succeed but when she saw you eventually becoming dismissive at the idea of meeting a man who seemed not interested at all, she thought harder, faster, and finally came up with the perfect plan. The Police Ball. An annual party during which everyone working for the precinct was invited and with the permission to bring a plus one. 

Normally, David never participated in that kind of event, but he was... a little bit punished for having misbehaved towards his nemesis : Matty. In fact, both of them had fought over a random topic, but quickly the tone had risen between the both of them and they came to blows. To be true, just one blow. From David. But in his defense, it was after having dodged Matty's fist. So, in his opinion, it had just been a fair game to give the man a taste of his own medicine. If Matty wasn't able to avoid the punch wasn't the fault of David after all. 

As a matter of course, their boss didn't see things like that, therefore, Matty had to be there all alone to catch up on his late administrative work and David... well David just had to be there, his boss knew it was enough punishment for him as the man hated this stupid party thing and would normally be on patrol or pouring over a case in the Evidence Room. And actually, it was what he was doing when you first met him. He was sitting at his desk, working on a new case. 

You were the plus one of Philippa, but the girl was so occupied batting her eyelashes at a newbie who could have been her son that she had totally forgotten about you. And funny enough, you who were thinking about taking a French leave, you bumped into the detective who didn't want to be put on a blind date with you. He groaned an apologize, ready to pass by you without even acknowledging you telling him you were the one not looking where you were going, but when he looked up at you, he found himself, mesmerised by you. 

Not that you were a great beauty, even though you were a really pretty girl in his eyes, but something about you just drew him in you. Of course, David was a rational man who didn't believe in love at first sight. Neither were you. But both of you had to admit that something happened that day. After one hour, he asked you if you wanted to go out for dinner without caring about his boss wanting him to be there. Anyway, he wouldn't notice David's absence as all his pores were breathing alcohol and if he tried to threaten the scruffy detective, David would have shown him the pictures he had taken, which wouldn't be great for the reputation of the precinct. 

After that day, you met several times, first in public places and later in his place where he cooked for you. To your surprise, David was quite a good cook, which was great as the only thing you were able to prepare was pasta. Butter pasta. That was it. 

Six months later, frustrated to not have you around when he came back from work or just having someone to speak with and wind down after a tough day at work, he asked you to move in with him in his secluded house. You would always remember with a kind fondness how he tried hard to impede his smile from being too large when you said yes in the nick of a time without even thinking twice about it.

And here you were, unboxing your last items, a good bunch of books that you stored on the shelves David had built up for you, while he was desperately trying to make some more room in his wardrobe for your too many clothes.

"Do you really need so many dresses ? And what about all these pants ? I've never seen you wearing a pant since we are together," he grumbled, moving his shirts to another shelf. 

"Of course, I need all that stuff. If it wasn't the case, I wouldn't have brought it with me," you answered pragmatically. 

He muttered indistinctly something that could have been "Ah ! Women !" which made you smile. You knew that despite his moody exterior and his rough edges, inside David was a soft heart. At least for you, yet it was all that matters. You had waited for long enough to find the one you wanted to be with and you were grateful it was David as he had everything you were looking for in a man.

With him, you always felt protected, but at the same time, his presence wasn't overwhelming. He was possessive without being on your back all the time. You were free to go out without having to ask for his permission and he didn't mind when you were out with your girlfriends for the night. His possessiveness was directed towards the other men. You knew he's gone through a difficult time with alcohol but also his wife cheating on him when he was so low. You could understand his need to put a hand on your hips or a kiss on your cheeks, which was totally out of character for him when you were in public, each time a man was looking at you with too much eagerness. 

"Here we are," said happily David, "everything's done and dusted," he added proudly, showing you the room he managed to free for the rest of your clothes.

"You're the best," you said, pecking his check before moving towards the living room to grab another box full of clothes.

David looked at you with affection, his heart swelled with love for you while you were moving with ease in his house, your house, as if you had always lived here. "And it's the case now," thought David with a Cheshire smile. 

As the night settled down, you were leaning up in his arms, watching a movie. At least, David was watching a movie, your mind was too busy with something else to really focus on what was going on on the screen. Indeed, little did David know that you kept a secret. Nothing really terrible, yet, at almost 35, it was quite terrifying to admit it out loud. Should he really have to know ? You had weighed the pros and cons several times and yet again tonight. After all, you had read enough books to know what to do. And you've seen enough movies too. Wasn't Game of Thrones the best teacher in that matter ? 

You sensed David's hand playing with the hem of the shorts you wore for sleeping and you knew what he wanted. He had tried to initiate something once but you had come up with the excuse you had your period and he didn't insist. After that, you were afraid to have put a damper on your relationship, but the next time you saw him, he acted as usual. He tried another time, but for your relief, you had been interrupted by a call from David's office. He was on-call that day and had to leave. You had waited for him that day, promising yourself to tell him the truth, but he came back in the early morning while you were asleep in his bed and when you woke up, he was the one sleeping soundly.

After that, he tried again, but in a more subtle way. David was not stupid. He also was a detective and for God's sake a good one ! He had understood something was weighing on your mind each time he wanted to take the plunge of the intimate step. Also, a little joke from Matty, who had managed to avoid being knocked down this time, had made his wheel's mind turn at full speed during one of his shifts.

That day, David was in quite a mood. You were sick with the flu and weren't able to accompany him to another work party, another one he had to be because he normally was working as he had fallen behind on his administrative work. That little rascal of Matty had taken advantage of David's ex-wife absence who was in the loo to provoke the detective. Matty was a little bit drunk and if he had promised his ex-wife to make more effort to be at least cordial with her new husband, only out of a remain of kindness for her but also because after all, no matter her betrayal, she was still the mother of his only daughter and if he had to be honest, he was such a dick at the time she chose to cheat on him with his colleague and best friend, he couldn't bear hearing that stupid jerk talking about you.

It wasn't the first time he teased you by talking about you in a way David didn't like, but that night, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. 

"Friedman, what a mood," he had said, clapping his hand on the back of David.

David had tried his best to ignore him. After all, he knew what it was to be too drunk to think correctly and Matty's mind was probably more hazy than usual that night. 

"You didn't get to fuck your little mouse yet ?"

David had got up so fast that his chair had fallen down with a resonating sound. There was no one around his cramped office and while he was deciding if it was worth throwing a blow to the total asshole in front of him, Matty's found it uproarious to add that with his partner they had bet that either you were playing with him or you were a virgin.

It's when David lashed out, but fortunately for him, he missed Matty who ducked his fit with agility before poking with no grace his head against David's desk. David had to suppress a laugh, even though he managed to blow a malicious and almost vile "It serves you right". 

However, Matty's words that night had taken a toll on David's mind. He never thought of you as the kind of woman who could deceive someone and after a few days of keeping a close eye on your behavior either with him or others, his detective instinct had arrived to the conclusion you weren't playing with him and his feelings. So, could that idiot of Matty be right ? 

The more time was passing, the more David was sure it was the case. He subtly asked you some questions to find out if it could be for religious purposes and for his biggest relief as he didn't want to get into another marriage, he discovered you weren't an extremist believer. He had seen you reading some shitty literature like 50 Nuances of Grey or After and when he had told you those books were nothing more than rubbish, you had surprised him by telling him to shut up and read his annoying thriller books while you were enjoying Christian and Anastasia getting laid. 

It's probably that day when you were reading without any shame your erotic book exclusively written for women that he was quite sure, for his greatest disappointment, that Matty was right. To think it was just a stupid joke from his nemesis who had only said that to annoy him made David's desire to make the man lose some teeth bigger. 

Yet, he had decided to be patient with you and let you come to him. However, things were becoming hotter and hotter between you that night and you didn't say anything yet. Your breath caught in your throat when he asked you if you wanted to move into the bedroom. You nodded with anticipation. It wouldn't be the first time you were to sleep with him but it would be your first time. You had decided that when you arrived this morning with all your stuff. You had also made up your mind to keep the silence. David didn't need to know. He probably wouldn't notice it and you were sure you could manage the pain. 

So, when he kissed you avidly, you answered back with pizazz, claiming his lips as well as his hands were claiming your hips. David threw you in one swift motion over his shoulders, making you giggle. When his hand found your ass, you felt a fire setting ablaze your whole body. You were ready for him and even him could feel it.

He gently threw you over the bed, skimming your face just to be sure. He wasn't sure if he should tell you he had some suspicions about your virginity. After all, if he was wrong, he would have looked quite stupid. Instead, he leaned over you, reveling in the sensation both of you were igniting in each other. His hand found your ass again while you took off his shirt. He deftly did the same with yours with one hand while the other one was patting your butt. 

When his hand tickled your hips, passing through the waistband of your underwear, he felt you stiffen. He momentarily stopped, waiting for you to say something, but you did as if it was nothing more than a shiver due to the sheer passion between us.

David leaned on his forearms, imprisoning you with his tall frame. He looked you in the eyes, seeing nothing but love and a glint of excitement. He kissed softly your lips and the tip of your nose, caressing your cheek with the tip of his fingers in an attempt to ease you a little bit.

"I know," he whispered.

You looked up at him with confusion.

"What ?" you asked with a frown.

"I know," he simply repeated. 

He kissed you tenderly, whereas you tried to figure out what he could know, but he didn't let you muster up too much about it as he told you without telling you that he knew you were still a pure little thing but he would take care of you in every sense of the word.

"Don't be afraid. Relax. I promise you to be gentle, love."

You closed your eyes, a bit ashamed that his detective's gut had sorted out your secret case. 

"Hey, don't be embarrassed," said David while you blushed profusely/

"But it is so embarrassing," you muttered. 

"Why ?" he genuinely asked.

"Because I'm so old !" you answered quite dramatically. 

David laughed, telling you that he was ten years older than you and, if you saw yourself as old, then he definitively was a grandfather. 

"Do you see me as your grandfather here ?" he asked, a bit concerned after his little joke. 

"Absolutely no, David ! I see you as my partner. My lover."

"Good. Then, now that we are on the same wavelength, tell me why you are so embarrassed ? Did you plan to not let me know at all ? Because I would have noticed it you know."

"Really ?" you asked as if it was your plan from the beginning, "because I thought you wouldn't be able to fathom it in any way."

"Oh love, you're so innocent sometimes."

In fact, on that matter you were, but you didn't say anything, not wanting to put a damper on the intimacy of the moment.

"Is it a disappointment for you ?" you asked coyly.

"A disappointment ?" asked David while his nose was stroking yours.

"Yes, you know... I'm not really experienced here except for what I read..."

"Yes, and your books won't be of any help as you are not able to read something really good on that topic," he cut you off to tease you.

You let out a little chuckle, reassured to see him take the whole thing as if it was nothing to worry about. Actually, it was nothing to worry about. You were the one to make a big thing of nothing. 

"To be totally honest with you, [Y/N], I find it... arousing."

"Really ?"

"Oh yes, you're always full of surprises but this one is one of your best."

You sighed, the fear of what you thought could pushed him away leaving your mind. 

"We will take it slowly. I must prepare you correctly. I'm sure even in your shitty book they talk about that," he said with a predatory smile.

In one swift motion, he yanked down your panties, and almost immediately, his nose came against your little bundle of nerves. You almost let out a cry when you felt his tongue playing between your folds, trying to find a way towards your entrance.

"Don't hold back, love," said David, "I want to hear that pretty mouth of yours moaning under my touch and I promise you that at the end of it, you will be screaming my name."

Your body bristled at his words, the promise of what the night would bring you making you eager to get more of him. Spurred by the little noises you emitted, David worked harder to pleasure you. His hooked nose was pushing deliciously on your clit while his tongue was now dancing inside you. With two more strokes, you purred his name, your hand in his hair, in a vain attempt to ground you while you reached your climax.

"Oh, my god," you said, still high.

"No, it's just David here," he said playfully, licking his lips which were drenched with your wetness.

He told you how tasty he thought you were, making you blush more while he genuinely laughed, a feeling of exhilaration coursing through his body at the sight of you, all vulnerable and shy, accepting to be in this position for him and only for him. 

"I love you," he said without really thinking about it.

You looked at him with surprise. David was so reserved that you didn't even imagine he would be the first to say the words. But here it was, the words were reasoning through your head and as you saw a flicker of anguish in David's eyes to have let it slip his mouth, you kissed him with hunger before whispering against his lips how much you were in love with him too.

"I've been waiting for you for so long David. Believe me when I said you're the one."

It wasn't difficult to believe for the detective as you were on the verge of gifting him your virginity. David wasn't a backward person and little did he pay attention to such a trivial thing, yet, he couldn't prevent himself from feeling honoured. And with that, a feeling of pride and happiness was mingling in him. Pride to be your first one and, as he was ready to do all of what was in his power to keep you beside him until death decides otherwise, he thrived even more at the idea of being your last one. 

You shot him a confused glance when he got up, but smiled at his thoughtfulness when you saw him grab a condom. You didn't take the pill as it wasn't recommended for you and David wasn't sure if you had taken the time to make an appointment with your gynecologist to obtain another contraception. 

"You still want it ?" he asked after having taken off his pants and put on the condom.

"Yes, David."

"If you need me to stop or anything else, tell me ok ? I cannot guess, you have to communicate with me."

You nodded but he ordered you to answer him verbally. 

"I must hear the words [Y/N], always. Your comfort is what matters the most here."

"Yes, David. I will communicate with you. I promise.

He smirked, pecking sweetly your lips while placing his cock in front of your entrance. You felt the tip of his dick teased you, yet David wasn't moving. 

"Do you want to help me ?" he proposed to you.

He wanted to involve you in the whole thing, to make you feel at ease, to help you to relax as he could feel the tension growing, even though it was mixed with the remanence of your first orgasm and the terrific happiness you were experiencing. 

"Doing what ?" you asked with confusion.

Apparently, your books didn't teach you everything. David delicately took your hand to pose it on his shaft. He moved your hand back and forth around his length, smirking as if you didn't dare to press your fingers around it, probably in fear of hurting him. He pressed his own fingers around yours to stroke it thrice before feeling ready. He released your hand with a kiss on the back of it, then he placed himself between your legs, surveying your eyes to see any signs of discomfort while he was approaching slowly to your entrance.

"Are you still sure ?" he asked, his eyes darkened with desire.

He didn't know what he would do if you said no, but fortunately for him, you told him you wanted him inside you more than anything, and it was enough to let him enter you in one swift motion. You were so wet that it had been easy. He still for a moment, letting you the time to adjust to his cock. You were so tight that he wasn't sure he could last for long. 

Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips, relishing in the warmth of him inside you. When he began to move, you couldn't prevent a soft hiss to escape your lips.

"Are you alright, love ?" he enquired with trepidation.

"Yes... yes," you managed to stutter, "continue," you urged him.

You were in a little pain but you didn't want him to stop. You knew it would ebb away, and indeed, when David carefully removed, then pushed back himself inside you, you felt something new, something you didn't know was there. You moaned softly when he hit your sensitive spot and quickly, you moved your hips in pace with David, meeting him with each thrust. 

Your tight walls contracted around his shaft, making him moan against your neck while your nails scratched his back. 

"[Y/N]," groaned David in a husky tone.

He wouldn't last long, he knew it, yet he was desperate to make you come before him. He left a trail of kisses along your throat until your breasts, then he started to gently bite one of your nipples, making you cry of pleasure.

"David, don't stop please," you begged him.

"[Y/N]... [Y/N]... Haaa... [Y/N]..."

David released inside you with a loud groan, your inside clenching deliciously around him. Breathless, he moved off of you which made you hiss with a mixture of pain and disappointment at the emptiness inside your cunt.

David gave you a lingering kiss, praising you and how well you did. But soon, a doubt came up in his mind.

"[Y/N]," he said while you cuddled up into his arms, "did you come ?"

You hesitated but chose not to lie to him.

"No," you admitted, "but I did the first time," you added quickly in a vain attempt to reassure him. 

"Sorry, love," he said genuinely, really contrite not to have been able to contain himself for a little bit more.  

"It's fine," you said with a sigh of contentment.

"Absolutely not !" he answered sharply, "I swear you would scream my name and you will !"

And with that, as if he was appointed with the highest mission, he hovered above you, kissing your face all over while his thumb found your clit. He delicately circled your little bud while his first finger aptly entered into you, making you moan. He added his middle finger, his thumb still stroking your clitoris and his mouth now sucking one of your nipples, then the other one. 

He scissored you with his fingers, careful to not hurt you after having been inside you. He didn't escape his sharp eyes that you had bled a little bit and again, the simple thought filled his ego with a sort of pride to having claimed you as his. 

Everything was new for both of you. You were discovering the pleasure of the flesh while David was learning how to please you in a new way. It was the first time he dealt with a virgin. Even his wife wasn't one when he started dating her. Therefore, besides being patient and thoughtful with you, he had to discover what excited you, what were your sensitive spots and how to finish you.

He remembered the lovely sound you made when his cock had hit a peculiar point while your inside rippled around him and he tried to find it again. He didn't have to try too hard before you moaned as you did before. 

"Faster... David, please, faster," you managed to say, your eyes closed.

"Open your eyes," he ordered you, "I want to see you when you come."

"David," you moaned again, obeying him.

His hazel eyes dived into your green one, his mouth working hard to leave some bruises on your neck, his fingers thrusting your inside faster, his thumb still playing with your bud of flesh.

"David," you said again, arching your back to push your hips towards his fingers.

"Yes love, let it go," he encouraged you, feeling you were almost done.

You unconsciously slid a tad to the side, permitting him to hit more easily that sensitive spot of yours and, with a more powerful thrust of his two fingers against it, you finally came hard around his fingers.

"DAVID !" you cried out loudly.

A smug on his face, David removed his fingers to hold you tightly against his chest while you slowly came down from your high.

He gently kissed your forehead, looking at you with love.

"How do you feel ?" he asked.

"I'm happy," you answered.

He smiled widely, a smile that no one before had witnessed on his face. 

"Are you sore ?" he asked with concern after he had finished to relish in the afterglow of your encounter. 

When no answer came from you, he looked down and his features softened at the sight of you asleep in his arms. He felt an urge of love, stronger than before, knowing that you felt safe enough to abandon yourself to him in the sheer of a passionate encounter and then to fall soundly asleep between his strong arms. 

With precautions, he moved you to let you lay comfortably against the cushions. He kissed a lingering kiss on your forehead before getting up to go in the bathroom. He cleaned himself with a wet towel, then he came back to you with another one and with precaution, he washed away your cum which had mingled with a bit of blood. 

"I fell asleep," you almost apologised.

"Indeed," David said with a chuckle, "sorry to have awoken you, but I thought you would be more comfortable if I cleaned you."

You gave him a shy smile, aware that as if to prove you hadn't deceived him, you had tainted his white sheets. 

"Do not worry about that," said David following your embarrassed gaze, "I don't care at all."

You smiled more confidently, relishing in the feeling of his callous hands taking care of your pained body.

"Are you hurt ?" asked David who felt you shiver against his touch when he inadvertently brushed the back of his hand against your swelled pussy.

"Yes. But in a good way, so to speak," you reassured him.

"Do you want us to take a hot bath ?"

"No. I just want to stay in your arms. I'm going to fall asleep again," you admitted.

You didn't have to ask twice for him to lay beside you. He pulled you against him, holding you firmly against his chest.

"Thank you, [Y/N]," he whispered against your hair.

"For what ?" you asked sleepily.

"For trusting me. For accepting me entirely. For being mine." 

You looked up at him from your spot, and your hand cupped his cheek. You brushed his light stubble before you straightened up to kiss him. 

"I love you, David."

You leaned back, your head against his chest and his heartbeat lulled you away. David, who suffered from insomnia, stayed awake a little bit longer, taking pleasure to have your sleepy form in his arms. 

For the first time in a long time, he felt more alive than ever. It's been a long time since he had something to lose in his life, but he knew it was what made life more beautiful. And you, definitely, were the most beautiful thing life could have offered to him. 

[blueberrypancakesworld]

She is not your's - Hoffman/Strahm x fem!reader

warning : smutish, some gun play, use of handcuffs, teasing, kissing, hurt/comfort, fluff, some angst

Summary : She belonged to Mark Hoffman, he had taken her love first. But his games as Jigsaw's successor kept them apart. So it's only right that Peter Strahm shows her what's really right. Or is it real in the end or just a game for her?

Info : Back at it again with another One-Shot and what can I say these two sweetys are just ahhhh so godd to write. Have fun reading ;)

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costas mandylor - masterlist

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Mark Hoffman and Peter Strahm two investigators on the same case to find and kill the Jigsaw successor to bring an end to the game.

A task that proved more difficult by the second, by the day and by the week. They had both already lost good colleagues and longtime friends to the deadly traps.

They both wanted all the more to pursue their target, which Agent Strahm knew was closer than he would have liked. Hoffman knew that his colleague and enemy would eventually find out.

But this rivalry between them had one thing in common between the taunts and suspicions. In addition to the affection, there was a woman, a young detective, who had stolen their hearts.

First employed as a young policewoman under Hoffman as his team, she was the only one to survive alongside Hoffman. Whenever she was sent to a place by her department leader, she was never hurt. Nothing had happened to her, not even a scratch.

But after he no longer had a department and she was the only one left, the two seemed to become partners. Her initial naivety turned into mistrust and fear. Emotions he wanted to see in her - he knew that her heart beat for him.

Ever since he had seen his beloved walk into the department as a beginner, he knew they were meant to be together. As the new Jigsaw, he decided on lives, so he should also decide on her life.

He knew how scared she was of the traps, everyone was scared of the traps. ,,I won't let him hurt you...I promise sugar" he had told her after he had found her dissolved in her office. She usually smiled at the nickname and had even blushed when he had approached her. But now it was different.

He saw how she had looked at the photos of her colleagues and missed them. But those sweet gentle touches were cold because she couldn't know how much he lusted after her. That when she tried to suppress her tears, she only felt more helpless and embarrassed.

But he saw that all he had to do was control her a little more, that he finally wanted her for himself. It would be his reward. ,,They-are all-" she didn't finish the sentence and hid her face in her hands. She didn't want to face reality and yet the only thing she had left was Hoffman.

But he achieved what he wanted when he leaned down and gently removed her hands from her face and their eyes met. ,,Shhh I told you I'm always with you and I always will be," he said calmly and his words hit where they should. The flip of a coin equaled this because he was always with her and always would be.

,,Mark," she sniffled and her trembling hands lay in his larger ones, her warmth meeting his cold. He stroked her hands and then wiped away her tear with his thumb. So fragile and beautiful, he would have liked to tell her, but he knew there was a problem.

She would never be completely his if there was still Agent Peter Strahm. Instead, their eyes met again, her glassy eyes meeting his obsessive ones. Instead, he ventured forward, not waiting for her, and kissed her.

Finally kissed her after such a long time he had doted on her. He had finally been able to taste her. Her lips warm and soft, her sweetness and the saltiness of her tears.

He could feel how she seemed surprised at first, not knowing what was happening before she clung to him. Pulled him closer and returned the kiss. She held on to him tightly, he was the only one she needed. He was convinced that he was the only one she needed.

It was that kiss in her office that brought them together and they seemed to go from being colleagues to partners to a couple. That's how it looked at first because it was her conscience that got in his way.

As much as she loved him, her sense of justice and after the murders were something that separated her from him. The more he approached her, the more she seemed to try to fly.

And yet at the end of the day, when she lay in her bed and heard the lock to her apartment open late at night, she always let him. Always let his soothing, manipulative, controlling words get to her.

Let him into her bedroom and let him take her again and again. His hands roaming over her body, his words of praise in her head that was clouded with lust when they slept together. She overlooked the hint of brutality when he took her down.

She started to cry when he took her and it felt so good at the same time. His voice, his gaze, the blood on her body, his body desiring hers. She would whimper when she felt the cool metal of his weapon on her lips. And yet.

And yet every time she licked the gun, she saw his excited expression and the satisfied grin when he grabbed her by the neck and pulled her towards him to kiss her again. The fact that the gun could be fired at any time was of no interest to anyone.

The only thing they needed was each other and nothing more. At least that's what they both thought. That's what they thought for a long time...until he showed up.

Special Agent Peter Strahm came into the game after more victims appeared. A man who seemed to be the other side of Mark. He wasn't necessarily direct, he was softer and not so demanding, he was what Mark didn't perceive.

While Hoffman went too far in his mind and got lost between the two sides, it was Strahm who stood up to his actual colleague. And saw all the more who was the real victim in this whole department. Hoffman's colleague, partner and, for Strahm, clearly also his lover.

A fact that everyone seems to have turned a blind eye to because Mark Hoffman the hero only cared about his partner. They didn't both stay in the station until late at night to avoid disappearing into the locker room together. Strahm hadn't trusted Hoffman one bit from day one.

And yet, despite everything, it was one thing he realized he couldn't let go of. As much as he hated Hoffman, the more he wanted to free the detective from him. He was the righteous agent and he would save her, she deserved someone better like him and not Hoffman.

Two men who in their minds thought they had a claim on a woman, a life, that she was the one who should belong to the other. She was his. But who was his?

It was only a matter of time before Hoffman could no longer be with his beloved all the time. He had been given tasks and knew that he still had to keep the games going. His tasks were time-consuming and the door to his loved one's apartment remained closed more and more often.

She was left alone and as much as she longed for Hoffman, she could feel the special agent's eyes on her. She could feel him looking at her, handing her the coffee, his fingers stroking hers. Unlike Hoffman, he seemed to represent warmth.

His smile was sincere and his eyes followed her, worried that something might happen to her. ,,You did well today, darling," said Strahm who, like Hoffman, had found a nickname for his love. He had clearly seen how she reacted to her dependence on Hoffman, which had almost trained her. Her cheeks grew hot and she turned away in embarrassment.

She didn't see his knowing smile as he stepped closer to her, not brashly like Hoffman, but carefully, wanting to make her love him of her own free will and not out of dependence like Hoffman. ,,Darling? Strahm isn't that a bit...personal?" she asked, trying to cover whatever this situation was leading up to with a sip of coffee.

,,You tell me, darling, is it...personal?" he asked back, taking the coffee away from her and pushing her a little further, but she stood firm. He wouldn't give up and so he had her. He could feel her decision as she placed her hand on his chest. His hand slowly moved up her hand and ran lightly over her body.

Saw how she dropped her gaze, how the touch reminded her of Hoffman and yet it wasn't him. ,,Darling...answer me what is it?" he asked, placing a finger under her chin and forcing her to look at him. Saw how she pulled it towards him and how he would have loved to interrogate her under other circumstances.

But then it happened, she pressed herself against him, kissed him and with a victoriously satisfied grin, Strahm returned the kiss. He pressed her lightly against the locker, felt her clinging to him, felt how needy she actually was.

That night, the door to her apartment opened again and yet it wasn't Hoffman who came to her. He went into her bedroom and laid her on the bed in his arms. Because while Hoffman was in control, it was Strahm who wanted to tease her his darling.

He wanted to show her how good she could be and how far she could go if she wanted to. He caressed her body, leaving kisses and hickeys on it. Before he started teasing her pleading noises went through the room over and over again. He wiped away her tears and only kissed her more.

She praised him for his strength. ,,So good, so incredibly good for me darling" he told her over and over again as he gave himself to her. It was not pain but pure devotion as he pushed her back onto the bed, her wrists handcuffed to the bedpost.

He knew she would like it, she was learning to love the curiosity and the unknown with him. Before she ended up kissing the red strings and he took care of her. Not like Hoffman who pulled her close she knew she was his and yet the aftercare of Strahm seemed to mean the same.

But when night fell and all three parties reappeared at the station, something lay between them. Hoffman's chains had wrapped around her and Strahm had thrown his and hit her. She was caught between them, unaware that when they all three met in the hallway, Hoffman would see it.

He would see Strahm's victorious grin meet him as she ran her gaze over them, and both men would see each other's markings on the body of their beloved. ,,She's mine" came from Hoffman and his hand slid to her hip, pulling her closer and she felt his tension.

He seemed to want to smash Strahm's skull when she saw his fisted hands. But Strahm just kept smiling as he approached the two of them and stopped next to her, turning his gaze to Mark and saying, ,,Are you sure about that?".

Before he put his finger under her chin again and she looked at him. She saw his wink before he disappeared into the interrogation room with a ,,See you...Darling". But as in every trap, every game, in the end it was clear there could only be one.

Who did she belong to, who did her love belong to in the end. Mark Hoffman, who had built everything up through manipulation and lies, but if they were lies, why did her heart beat so fast when he drew her to him?

Or was it Peter Strahm's sense of justice and him as a hero, but hadn't he tempted her? Two men who learned in a bloody game that you could lose your lover faster than one would like.

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@a-reading-dreamer , @megustadilf , @lola-max-sugar , @slut4hoffman

[deesi-academia]

"Barbie is too girly and pink" ok but what about barbie is a ceo lawyer judge doctor chef actor artist dancer singer fashion designer director producer journalist photographer entrepreneur farmer florist teacher dentist nurse surgeon vet army navy marine corps air force officer policewoman lifeguard firefighter detective architect astronaut engineer biologist astrophysicist athlete gymnast pilot magician spy PRESIDENT OF A WHOLE WORLD-

[kugisakiss]

Since I was going through the Super Digest Books whilst looking for popularity poll results anyway, here's a couple more highlights

Q85: When are detective Takagi and Miwako Satou going to get married? A: I wonder (laughs). If they married one of them would have to leave the force, though (laughs) >>Super Digest Book 90+

Q23: When Sato will be married, will she retire from the police force? Or will she get transferred to another police division? A: But she likes to be a policewoman… >>Super Digest Book 40+

Q97: When detective Takagi and detective Sato will get married, which of them will be in charge of cooking? A: Well of course, that’ll be Takagi (laughs) >>RECIPE PLUS Super Digest Book

malewife takagi real and confirmed

also, a lot of the time, Gosho avoids giving any of the ongoing "mysteries" away, so like..

Q62: Are Sera-san and Haibara cousins? A: Stop asking in a roundabout way, I'm not going to get tricked! (laughs)

Gosho: no spoilers!!! Gosho, 30 seconds later:

Q87: While solving all the problems in Conan, will the mystery on Kaito's father getting killed get solved in the mean time as well? A: They won't be solved at the same time! Moreover, he didn't get killed!

both from the Super Digest Book 80+, released in April 2015.. I'm not that knowledgeble of the MK series but I'm pretty sure this wasn't revealed at any point before this,, what was he even thinking lmao

there's a forum post from the DCTP forums where the translation was posted and people were talking about how much they hate this, if anyone's interested in reading the reactions. seeing people speculate about things is pretty fun too. Super Digest Book 80+ Translations

[tala-bez-i]

At first sight Chapter Forty-Five

(m!reader x Bonten!Haruchiyo Sanzu)

Fluff/slash/reader is male/cursing/BontenTimeline/drugs and alcohol mentioned/violence/blood/death

All characters that appeared in the Tokyo Revengers manga and anime belong to Ken Wakui.

Words: 4388

This chapter may not be pleasant to read for some people.

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The middle of the night, one of the warehouses of the lumberyard in Kōtō. 

You would never have thought that you would ever end up in the same place, at the same time, and for the same purpose as Tomoko L/n, your older sister. 

Both of you, probably from the same source, got a tip that Yuji Yuu L/n, your older half-brother, would appear that night and in that location, and that this would be your only chance to catch him. 

Your sister did not actually become a private detective as she had planned, but under the influence of your father, Kenzou's, pleas, she agreed to accept a promotion to investigator and was given the case of prostitute murders, which she had been working on unofficially. Very unofficially. 

She hid from her superiors the fact that she was related to the suspect and, which was hard to believe, no one tried to check it. L/n was a fairly common surname, so no one suspected any connection. The only trouble would have come if DNA tests had been conducted, which fortunately, had not been necessary so far... At least your brother hadn't left any biological traces behind. He had people to do his dirty work and his hands remained clean. 

Just like with Tetta Kisaki... Similar method of operation... 

For almost two months since your conversation with Takemichi Hanagaki, you had spent a lot of time trying to sort out all your memories. You tried to separate the two chronologies and even started a journal on your computer for this purpose and wrote down everything you could remember from your... How should you put it? Your previous life? No, you didn't die... Your previous timeline? The universe? 

You still felt frustrated because every term didn't seem to fit, but you had to start somewhere. You were conducting your own investigation. 

*bang, bang, bang!* 

Three bullets fired from the gun of one of the men belonging to Yuu and his companion, Mina, passed right next to your head. You ducked down behind a pile of wood, behind which you managed to find a relatively safe shelter. You looked to your left and saw Tomoko preparing to fire from her hiding place. She was in a much better position than you. While she was protected from above by a protruding platform, there was nothing above you. You cursed quietly. 

Despite the fact that you both came to the place where Yuji met with another, much smaller criminal group, you and your sister came alone. Completely without backup. You both did something stupid and there was no way back. 

Sure, she could have called for backup, after all she was a policewoman, but you? Calling Bonten wouldn't be stupid, but... To spite Sanzu, you left your phone at home. 

Why to spite him? Because lately he's been following you more and more often through the installed app. You had quiet days again and you knew that if you got out of this mess unscathed... 

*bang!* 

*bang, bang, bang!* 

Several larger splinters flew in all directions and you felt at least one of them hit the side of your face, causing grazes. Yes, if you made it out of this unscathed, the love of your life would kill you at best, at worst, torture you before he did. Such disobedience... 

“For fuck's sake, Y/n! Do something!” Tomoko shouted, giving you an angry look. 

You cursed and leaned out of cover to shoot at the opponent who was hiding behind a similar cover as you. You aimed and before the man could hide, you shot him straight in the head, killing him instantly. 

“Where's Yuji?!” You shouted back to your sister, trying to aim the gun at another opponent again. 

“How the hell am I supposed to know?!” She cursed loudly, firing two shots and silence fell. “Move!” 

You both left your hiding places at the same time and ran to the next pallets filled with wood prepared for transport. You leaned out from behind yours, but you didn't see any movement, so you looked at your sister. 

She signaled you to approach the gate connecting the hall you were in with the next one, choosing the path as close to the wall as possible, and at the same time she would choose a similar path, thus you should be able to surround the opponent. Of course, if there was still someone alive. 

You followed her instructions and, passing the next piles of neatly stacked wood, you checked if anyone was hiding behind them. There was a ringing in your ears and although you hated this type of situation, you liked this incredible feeling when adrenaline was coursing through your veins and every time it happened, for a split second you thought about Shuji Hanma, starting to understand him. 

You pressed yourself against the wall on either side of the open gate to the second warehouse hall and looked at each other. Tomoko's face was one of concentration and determination, but you saw something in her eyes that you were 100% sure was in yours as well. You both regretted not coming to the scene with backup. 

That you also had to argue with Sanzu... 

“Forget about it.” Sanzu said, trying to keep his voice calm, though his hand movements showed a high level of nervousness. 

“This is our chance...” 

“Not there, Y/n. I can't go there with you, and no one else will, do you understand?” 

“Why? This is a high priority.” You said, setting down your glass of alcohol, maybe a little too abruptly, and a bit of it spilled onto the bar counter. 

“Because we have a transaction to make, for fuck's sake.” The man answered, raising his hands in the air as if he was asking God for more patience. “We planned this over a month ago and there's no way we can change it, do you understand? There's no way we can change the date!” 

“Then I'll go by myself!” 

“Y/n don't you understand what I'm saying? Forget about it!” 

“Give me a few men and we'll deal with Yuji once and for all!” 

“Shut your mouth!” There was an angry glint in his eyes, and you knew that the man was going to lose his patience any minute. “That son of a bitch and his whore... We'll get them some other time! They have to wait because we have more important things to worry about!” 

“A drug deal and a few traitors! The usual!” You grabbed a bottle of vodka and threw it at the wall. The glass shattered everywhere and a dent appeared in the wall. “I worked all these weeks to get him and now that I have the chance, you... YOU TELL ME TO LET IT GO?!” 

“Y/n...” 

“SHUT UP, SANZU! FOR FUCK'S SAKE! I'M FUCKED UP WITH THESE PIECES OF SHIT! I'M FUCKED UP WITH TRAITORS! I'M ORDERED TO KILL YUJI AND THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING TO DO WHETHER YOU FUCKING LIKE IT OR NOT!” 

“Don't use that tone with me, L/n!” He grabbed your shirt and yanked it roughly, pulling you closer to him. His face was very close to yours and the tips of your noses were almost touching. “What you're saying borders on betrayal, do you understand?” He growled through clenched teeth. “Undermining the authority of someone higher up than you, ignoring their orders, and not caring about the syndicate's interests...” 

“What lack of care?” You growled, looking into his eyes. “Hunting down a guy who threatens the syndicate's fucking interests is lack of care?” 

“Transactions aren't...” 

“I don't give a damn.” 

“Drug dealing is one of the most profitable businesses we have, when will you understand that?” 

You didn’t say anything for a moment, just looked into his eyes. Of course he was on drugs, but being under the influence of alcohol yourself, you knew you had no right to pay any attention to his condition. 

“Give me the men…” 

“No.” 

“At least two.” 

“No, L/n and that's my final word.” 

“Kakucho wouldn't see a problem.” 

“I'm higher than him.” 

“But lower than Mikey and he wouldn't see a problem either.” You said and after a moment you felt a punch in the face. 

Your head turned to the side at the blow, but another tug on your shirt forced you to look the pink-haired man straight in the face again. 

"Not. In that. Tone. Dog.” He pushed you with such force that you fell into the bar and two more bottles shattered on the floor. “You have to stay home tomorrow and wait for me to come back.” 

“Shouldn’t I go with you, boss?” You asked mockingly and the man grimaced. 

“I don’t want to see you during the transaction. Otherwise I’ll give in to temptation and shoot your fucking head off like I’m going to do to all the other traitors.” 

“So now I’m a traitor?” You asked, standing up straight and straightening your shirt. 

“If you disobey my order, you will be.” The other man said and looked around. “Clean up this mess.” 

In principle, the subject of the argument shouldn't be taken seriously and you should have let it go, but you weren't in the mood at the time. It all started when you couldn't take Yuuta to your place this weekend. The boy was feeling really bad, probably developing the flu, and on top of that, he broke his arm two days earlier when he fell out of a tree, which of course his grandfather had forbidden him from climbing. 

It was also a week during which you found yourself reaching for alcohol more often than usual. Mainly because you felt inexplicably tense and stressed. You felt like you were about to explode, and you only calmed down after the argument with Haruchiyo. 

Today he hadn't spoken to you once, but you knew he had been watching you through the app. You wouldn't be surprised if he had also checked the cameras he had placed all over the house. When you found one in the bedroom, you were furious. It was your home... But you were the man's property whether you liked it or not. One of the downsides of being close to Sanzu. 

That's why you decided to leave your phone at home, and you knew that unless the device itself changed position, Sanzu wouldn't check the cameras to see what you were doing at the time. You left the device in the bedroom and faked the bed, so he thought you were asleep. Classic. 

Now you were regretting that decision. You should have listened to him and let tonight go. You were sure that the pink-haired gangster had already discovered your ruse and was now searching for you, but you had a feeling it was too late. 

“We’re going in there. I think I saw them.” Tomoko said, snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“And what next? He had about twenty more men with him…” 

“Fuck them… No, we can’t give up now.” She said, as if reading your mind. “Forget it, we’ve gone too far. There’s no turning back. It’s either us or them.” 

“Fuck… Maybe call for backup?” 

“I would, but I left my stuff in the car.” She said nervously. 

“What?” You looked at her in disbelief. “You can’t be serious…” 

“Call Sanzu or someone else.” 

“I can’t…” 

She looked at you questioningly. “No signal?” 

“No phone.” You replied and the woman froze. 

"You're kidding." 

You shook your head feeling embarrassed and irritated. 

“If we succeed, I will kill you.” She replied and made a hand gesture signaling you to move on. 

You had barely crossed the threshold of the gate when more shots rang out, aimed straight at you. It was only by a miracle that you managed to find shelter, although you felt another splinter of wood from the bullets hit your ear. 

“Fuck...” You touched the sore spot and felt moisture under your fingers. 

When you looked at your hand, your fingers were covered in blood and with every movement of your head, you felt discomfort. 

“Are you okay?” Tomoko asked worriedly. 

“It's just a scratch...” You replied, trying to stay calm. “Just a splinter...” 

“Don't touch it.” 

The gunfire stopped and you heard a deep voice you would rather never hear again. 

“Tomoko!” Yuji’s voice carried through the hall as if through a PA system and a shiver ran down your spine. “Tomoko!” 

“What do you want?!” The woman shouted back, trying to discreetly peek out from behind a pile of wood. 

“Lay down your weapons and surrender! And as your relative, I will guarantee you a safe retreat!” 

“What?” You looked at your sister. “You know this is a bluff...” 

“I don’t think so... You know how much he supports the ideology of the family...” 

“Tomoko! Please put down your weapon and surrender!” The man's tone didn't change one bit. 

“I'm in the police, Yuji!” The woman shouted as she changed the magazine to a new one. 

“I know you've followed our father's path and I'm proud of you for that! Leave this traitor and surrender!” 

“I'm not a traitor!” You shouted. “You are, Yuji!” 

“Tomoko, please!” Your brother ignored you completely, turning back to the woman who rested the back of her head against the wood. “Otherwise, you leave me no choice and I really don't want you to get hurt!” 

“Your men shot at me, Yuji!” 

“Those men weren’t mine!” 

“Tomoko…” You said quietly, having a bad feeling. 

The woman closed her eyes for a moment, then shook her head. “Fuck you, Yuu! If Y/n doesn’t kill you, I will!” 

“You have one last chance, Tomoko.” This time the man’s voice was quieter, but still perfectly audible. “Please.” 

“No! You’ll have to kill me!” 

There was silence for a moment, and then the words you never wanted to hear were spoken. 

“Your stubbornness is worthy of our family, little sister. Fine. If that’s your wish.” His voice was cold, and concern appeared in the woman’s eyes. “Minako!” 

There was a bang that you recognized immediately as something much bigger than a gun, and your sister's head snapped back, red blood spraying everywhere. You watched in horror and complete shock as Tomoko's body slumped to the dusty floor of the lumberyard's warehouse, as if in slow motion. 

He killed her. He killed her before your eyes. 

He killed her... He killed her... 

Ignoring the warning shout of one of Yuu's men, you jumped towards your sister's body. You completely ignored the flashes of blue lights that were visible from behind the high windows of the warehouse, and the quick stomping of feet. 

The only thing you could focus on at that moment was Tomoko's face. On her forehead was a large hole in the entrance from a bullet fired from a sniper rifle. Just like in your dream, after which your life changed. 

You wanted to touch her, but for the first time in your life you felt afraid to do it. What will you tell your father? 

You knelt down next to her body and checked the pockets of her jacket. To your surprise, in one you found a small bag with white powder and a phone. You turned on the screen and saw a half-full range icon. She could have called for backup... You could have gotten out of this unscathed... You could have caught them all... 

“Tomoko...” You said quietly, looking into her half-closed, dead eyes, but as soon as you heard the shouts of people coming from the hall you were in a moment ago, you jumped to your feet and, ignoring the possibility of danger from Yuu, ran to the wide-open exit of the warehouse. 

You managed to run outside to an empty smaller square and as soon as you looked to the right, you noticed the police cars standing there. However, she called for backup... 

You ran to the passage in the fence, probably made by the fleeing criminals your stepbrother was working with, and you used it. With the last of your strength, you managed to get to your motorcycle, which you left near the lumberyard, and continued your escape. 

Your mind went blank, and your body moved as if on automatic. When you entered a dark alley, you stopped. You wanted to scream, but you couldn't get a single word out. You had to do something... 

You unlocked the phone you had taken from your sister and dialed Sanzu's number, which you knew by heart. 

“Tomoko?” The man answered almost immediately, his voice dripping with rage. “If you see Y/n, tell him I'll kill him when he gets home.” 

“Tomoko's dead.” You said quietly, your voice trembling. 

“Y/n?” He asked, not hiding his shock. “What are you talking about?” 

“Tomoko's dead.” You repeated, and felt the first tear roll down your cheek. “She's dead.” 

“Where are you?” 

“She's dead...” 

“Y/n, where are you? Hey!” 

“Fuck...” You groaned, lowering the hand you held the phone in. “She's dead.” 

“Y/n?! Y/n!” 

You lifted the phone to your ear again and swallowed hard. “I don’t know… I was at the lumberyard in Kōtō…” 

“Which one?” 

“The one by the car parts…” 

“Turn on the location, I’ll track you, Y/n.” Sanzu’s voice was composed and you could clearly hear that the man was moving. You did as he told you and after a moment the man spoke again. “Stay where you are. Do you understand? Don’t move.” 

The entire time you were waiting for the pink-haired man, you sat against the cold wall of the building with your head buried in both hands. You could hear the sounds of police sirens and ambulances nearby, but you couldn’t move. You didn’t want to. This was your end. You could feel it in your bones. 

As soon as Sanzu appears, your life will end. You broke his order and because of your stupidity Yuji will become more cautious, which will constantly threaten Bonten's interests. You committed a betrayal that will not be forgiven and you will not get another chance... 

A large white transporter stopped before entering the alley and three men in work clothes jumped out of it, ran to your motorcycle and led it to the back of the vehicle to load it inside. Normally you would react to this, but not this time... 

“Y/n?” A man whose voice you knew very well approached you. 

“I fucked up. I completely fucked up, Sanzu.” You said without lifting your head and the man crouched in front of you. 

He lifted your head by your hair, and you looked into his eyes, which were full of anger. “You dumb dick...” 

He pushed your head back, stood up and sent you a strong kick straight to the face. You felt your nose burst under the impact and felt the metallic taste of hot blood in your mouth. 

You fell to the side and the man kicked you in the stomach a few times. You groaned in pain, but didn't try to protect yourself, knowing it would do nothing anyway. 

"You complete idiot! Fucking moron!" He kicked you in the head and grabbed you by your clothes, lifting you up with one, strong yank. "Look at me!" 

You barely carried out the order and this time, in addition to anger, you saw pain in his bright eyes. You swallowed hard, and your hands tightened around his wrists. 

"What were you thinking, huh?" 

"I wasn't..." You replied quietly. 

“You weren't thinking. Exactly!” He slammed your back against the wall of the building. “I should kill you now, you know? I should blow your fucking stupid head off, L/n. You're lucky. You're fucking lucky.” 

You looked at him again, completely missing his words. 

“When I found out you weren't home...” The corners of his mouth twitched as if he wanted to smile, but he didn't. “I called Mikey. He ordered you to be taken to the hideout.” Oh, fuck... “He wanted to talk to you about your sister... And now, because of your stupidity, she's dead.” 

You shook your head slightly and felt the pain near your ear again, caused by the splinter embedded in your flesh. “She came there regardless of me. I didn't contact her about it... You have to believe me, Sanzu...” 

“I don't give a damn.” He growled through his teeth and threw you on the bare ground. “Tie him up!” 

Two men approached you and tied your hands behind your back, pressing your aching face into the ground in the process. They lifted you up and dragged you to the car, which Haruchiyo had already entered. 

You thought they would put you in the trunk, but they pushed you into the backseat, right next to the pink-haired gangster and slammed the door shut behind you. After a few seconds, the car started moving suddenly. 

The man radiated a cold, almost icy hostility, but at some point, his hand moved to your head and his fingers began to absently stroke your hair, making your heart start to break. You were sure that this was the last tender gesture that Sanzu would ever give you. This time you won't make it out alive... 

You gasped for breath, feeling an unpleasant lightness wash over you, and you lost consciousness. 

“Darling…” A quiet female voice, as if from somewhere far away… 

“Baby... Y/n, it's time to get up...” A gentle brush of his hand on your cheek... 

You squeezed your eyelids shut and slowly opened your eyes. The first thing you saw was a white ceiling, but somehow much lower than if you were lying on a bed. 

“Y/n...” You let out a grunt in response to the woman's voice and the face of a young woman appeared in your field of vision, her light blonde hair falling like a curtain over your face, tickling your cheeks and forehead. “Good morning, love.” 

You blinked a few times, not understanding what was happening. They didn't get you to Mikey in time and you died? You didn't know this woman... 

“What the hell?” You asked indistinctly and the woman giggled, moving away from you. 

“You know? That's not how you greet your own girlfriend, Y/n.” 

“Girlfriend?” You mumbled under your breath as you sat down on the bed... 

On a futon. You were sleeping on a futon. 

You looked around the small room, which turned out to be a bedroom with half-painted white walls, as if everything was being renovated. 

What is this place? 

“Hey, handsome…” You turned your head towards the voice and saw that the young woman who woke you up was leaning against the door frame, which was still not actually on its hinges. “Butter toast, scrambled eggs, and strong coffee?” 

“Yes, please.” After a moment, you answered automatically, feeling your stomach start to growl. “And some vegetables, if I may ask...” 

The woman smiled sweetly at you and went somewhere, probably to the kitchen, because after a moment you heard the electric kettle you bought together yesterday in the store being turned on... 

“What?” You mumbled quickly getting up from the floor and stepping on a small, women's handbag, which you picked up and looked inside. 

You pulled her wallet out of it and opened it. The first thing you saw was an ID card with a photo of a woman named Emi Nakayabashi and then you felt a strong headache. 

Flashes of memories from your first meeting at the police station, where you both worked, appeared before your eyes. You as an investigator, she as a lab assistant. 

You doubled over, pressing your hands to your temples. 

Bonten was your enemy. 

After the defeat of Izana Kurokawa and Tenjiku, you abandoned your life of crime and followed in your father's footsteps. 

You broke off contact with Haruchiyo Sanzu, even though it was the only thing you didn't really want to do, but he forced you to. 

"If you try to get in my way again, L/n, I'll kill you. If you're not with Mikey, then you're against him. Against me." 

What the fuck happened?! You fucked up with Yuu and were supposed to be taken to the Bonten hideout? What was all that supposed to mean?! 

"Honey?" You felt a gentle touch of a woman's hand on your shoulder. "What happened?" 

"It's just a headache..." You answered her as politely as you could, trying to control your emotions. 

“Come, you'll sit on the chair...” She led you to the small kitchen, which was already quite nicely furnished, although there were still unpacked boxes from the move on the countertops. “Try to eat something, please, I'll give you a pill.” 

You did as you were told, although after the first bite your stomach cramped and you felt like you were about to throw up. 

You closed your eyes and pursed your lips, trying to control the unpleasant feeling. 

“Here you go.” The woman opened your hand, placed the pill on it and gently brushed the hair away from your forehead. “It's probably a slight poisoning from the paint fumes. And the seller said it was non-toxic… 

“It's nothing, thank you, darling.” You said, feeling your lips stretch into a gentle smile on their own. “We're free today, right?” 

“Yes, but you have to send the report, like you promised your superior.” The woman answered you and you nodded. 

“Sorry... Don't make me breakfast, Emi... I'll eat later.” 

“Poor thing.” She said quietly, caressing your cheek and you felt loved. “Your laptop is in the other room.” 

You kissed her hand and directed your steps to the indicated place. You sat down at the small desk and turned on the device and opened the appropriate folder. It turned out that you were investigating a man nicknamed Yuu, who was connected to the murders of women. 

So that didn't change... 

You returned to the desktop, and only then did you notice another folder, which had a hidden name and was protected by a password, which you immediately remembered. The birthday of your dead mother. 

You opened it and when you started reading the documentation inside, you felt as if your heart had jumped into your throat along with your stomach. 

You were investigating the Bonten case, specifically Haruchiyo Sanzu. You were hunting him as well. 

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[submission4]

Poetic

“But it’s all cold and dark in here, ma’am…” Jose complained to his arresting officer as she pushed him forward into the ancient cell. Olivia smiled mirthlessly. “As cold and dark as the cellar where you kept your female victims?” the policewoman asked her prisoner rhetorically.

Jose thought better than to answer but instead turned to face the woman as she slammed the rusty cell door shut. “Surely I don’t need to be cuffed anymore, ma’am?” the bound man pleaded. Olivia gave Jose a hard look. “The cuffs stay on, pal,” she answered, “just like with the girls we rescued from your lair!” The man looked at the officer in despair. “This is no justice!” he whined. “I want my lawyer!” Olivia smiled again. “It’s justice all right my friend.” she told him. “Poetic justice. I’ll source you a lawyer in the morning.” With that the woman strode away, leaving the miserable captive to his own resentful thoughts.

[igiveupmiss3]

Ignominious

He has been chased, overpowered, handcuffed and is now hauled to the cells by the mild mannered-looking female detective who captured him, his hands still securely bound behind his back.

Source: Ged Baradona

[igotanidea]

Worst thing: Dick Grayson x f!reader

Inspired by the song: Worst Thing by NOTD & Kenzie

Warning: inuendo, some action but nothing too explicit, in this case Dick is a bit out of character (just for the sake of it)

Life was too much lately. We were constantly on a mission or a patrol or busy with work or investigating or doing whatever shit our hero mentors had going on. I needed a break and I guess so did Dick. Passing by each other was no good for our relationship, any relationship actually since it had destroyed a couple of mine in the past. Or at least I was telling myself that the reason was behind my double life. The truth however was slightly different. It just every time someone tried to get close to me, hold me or kiss me or touch me, I saw his face in front of my eyes. God damn, Dick Grayson!

I wish we never met sometimes

'Till I'm with another ex, and I

Forget that you're the best sometimes

He was a wolf, no one could deny it. The list of his ex-girlfriends was miles long and yet he could never kept any of them for long. I always wondered why, to be honest. It’s not like he didn’t want a real relationship. I saw it in his eyes when he was looking at me. I saw it in his action we were fighting alongside each other or even when we were spending nights talking about life or just sitting in silence. He wanted someone to care for and love and someone who will reciprocate to him with the same amount of love. He shouldn’t have to carry all the burden on his shoulder, alone and I was trying my best to show him that he had people around. That he had me around. As a friend, of course. I never got the guts to tell him the truth of how I really felt.

Wonder if I'm in your head 'cause I hate this

And I hate that, you're making me say this

Cause I ain't one to say this but

 Our friendship consisted of understatements and restraints. Judging from the time perspective I believe we were pushing each other apart because we were scared of letting someone in and then losing that person or seeing them hurt. And because we were afraid of showing any sign of vulnerability. We trusted each other but confessing true feelings was a one-way ticket way. It was easier to be just teammates. Bruce used to insist that we were training together but that was just it. Nothing more.

We claim we're better off apart

Pretend that we don't get along

At least up to some point.

Like I mentioned, we were good working together, so when another mission and investigation in another city came up it was natural choice that the team voted for the detective and an CSI agent to lead it.

“Ready to go, Grayson?” I asked grabbing my bag, throwing it over my shoulder and walking towards the elevator. Why was he standing like this, eyes open, feet rooted to the ground? “Dick?” I waved my hand in front of his face and he blinked rapidly, out of his Robin instincts grabbing my wrist “Are you sure you are capable of joining me? You seem a bit cuckoo….”

“Joining you? Oh, Y/N. You know well enough I am the leader here.” He smirked and finally moved to follow me out. “You are just a support, not the other way round.”

“Mhm, sure.” I muttered “We’ll see how that goes when we will have to actually talk to people, not beat the shit out of them”

“I can talk to people.”

“Sure, you can Dickie, sure you can” I rolled my eyes smiling lightly at the reminder of his last talk. “But only if we have to deal with tall, blonde policewoman or female agent.”

“You are a female agent….” He pointed out

“Thanks for noticing, genius.” I grinned “I feel flattered that those jeans does not make me look like a butch. Now….” When we got out of the Titans tower I instinctively moved towards the driver side of the car but he yanked me back onto the pavement, causing a little crash between his chest and mine “Ouch….” I whined

“First of all, you have almost walked right in front of a motorcycle so you’re welcome. Second, you are not going to drive my car”

“ Oh, come on Don’t go all man-like on me. What is it with guys and their cars?”

“I’m driving. That’s not up for discussion.”

“all right then. But I’m in charge of the playlist?”

“This is not a field trip Y/N. We’re on a mission. We should discuss what and how we are going to do. Music will be a distraction. Now, get in.“

“Just this once, Grayson. Let’s settle on the fact that work is important, I get it” I moved inside the car and relaxed into the comfortable seat, stretching my legs out “but I also know you are going to go full instinct, so why the talk, hm?”

He didn’t; respond, so in the end we ended up not talking and not listening to any music, just driving in complete silence.  Everything went surprisingly smoothly and within a couple of hours we were done with our little intel ready to go back.

Well, the way back was more of a bumpy ride.

When we were driving through the forest, the car suddenly died on the roadside. With one sharp tug and a bit of coughing coming from the engine we were estranged far from home.

But would it be the worst thing

If your car wouldn't start up

 “Is your precious porche going to the dogs?” I asked unmoved by what was going on “could you try to relight the engine?”

“I am. It’s not working.”

“Ok, then. I guess you probably forgot to fuel up, too busy with ordering me around as usual.”

“Y/N…..”

“Should we call the team to come and rescue us? It’s getting late and dark.” I stretched my back a bit, pointing towards the horizon where the sun was setting behind the trees. “however the view is breathtaking” I smiled a bit, admiring the landscape. I was always a forest creature.

“Y/N.” Dick turned his gaze towards me and as I look into his eyes it was like an electric shock. All I saw in his eyes was just a bit too much and I felt my cheeks flush, desperately trying to take control of the situation.

“Did you plan this?” I asked, perplexed as he leaned towards me over the gearbox, one of his hands finding mine, the other cupping my cheek and I moved towards his touch, too consumed by his closeness to be embarrassed.

“Maybe.”

“So what are you going to do now, Robin? Murder me? Bury me in the ground so no one could find me and you could blame my poor skills for the mission failure? Or….””

“Or what? He asked, his eyes landing on my lips, face inches from mine and I felt his breath on my cheek, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, gently, lovingly.

“Or are you going to kiss me?” I panted, my breath fastened with all the emotions I felt at the moment as all of a sudden I became braver than usually.

We had to fog up the windows

When it gets dark

Just to keep us warm.

“would it be the worst thing?” he muttered and crossed the distance between us, both of his hands closing in on my waist pulling me closer. Honestly, despite his skillful lips and my blurry mind caused by the sensation he was giving me, making out while still siting on two different seats was a bit uncomfortable and it wasn’t helping that our hands and bodies wanted to feel every inch of each other.

“Come here” Dick whispered, breaking the kiss for a while, grabbing me by my hips and carefully placing on his lap “I want you closer to me.”

“Good thing we agree on something” I smiled against his lips “but I though the car was your temple?”

“It is. And that’s why I needed you on this mission with me. We had no time or space to talk and clarify things in the Tower. Too many people around….” His mouth moved onto my neck, gently sucking there, probably leaving hickeys that would be impossible to cover. Well, I couldn’t care less.

“And are we talking now?” I moaned softly as his hands sneaked under my shirt “you’re cold!”

“Well, not for long. Not with you baby.”

Due to some magical power I was not aware of, he was soon shirtless, helping me out of my T-shirt, wanting to feel my skin against his. God! I loved those strong arms, making me feel so safe, even if we were in the middle of the wild forest, at complete darkness where every possible psycho could just come at us. I knew if it ever came to that he would protect me. Not Robin. Dick. My Dick Grayson. My boy, I was in love (and in denial of it) for so long. I loved his scared chest, so broad and toned. I loved his eyes, the way he looked at me through those amazing eyelashes. I loved his tousled black hair and his cheeks and his possessiveness and recklessness. I loved how he made me lose control and just give in to the moment. I loved  him all. Good and bat traits. And I loved how he was the one to walk that tightrope between our inhibitions. What else can you expect from an acrobat, right? His skin was a bit rough but soft at the same time, and satisfying his previous words, he was now so warm. I felt his pulse rising as I locked my hands on his neck, playing with the hair on his nape, wanting more of him.

 Judging by his hold on me, he was pretty much immersed with the same feeling.

“I love you” he whispered, now kissing my chest.

“are you going to act on it?” I whined impatiently    

“No, baby. This is just taste of what I can give you. This not the place to go full-on. I respect you too much for that”

“What? Dick…..” I arched my back trying to change his mind

“Y/N…..” he sighed heavily “don’t.”

“Why not? You started this.”

“I can’t really see you objecting, baby.”

“that’s the point!” I hissed “I don’t want you to hold back and …..”

“Trust me, I’ll give you anything you want. But…. I want to do it in more appropriate environment” he whispered in my ear, causing a shiver run down my spine. “Just imagine what’s coming for you.”

“Dick……” I moaned desperately, knowing I already lost this fight.

 “Sush, End of discussion. Now rest.” he winded the seat down making me lay my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. It wasn’t slow and definitely wasn’t calming at first, but soon became steady and much to my disappointment I started to drift off.

“Dickie….” I chuntered

“Yes, baby?” thank god for his flexibility that allowed him to reach to the backseat and gather a blanket to cover my half-exposed figure and a bit of himself

“You really planned this, didn’t you?” I giggled, my breath tickling his chest

“I did.” He sighed, holding me tighter. I felt like a baby, loved, secure, safe with him. Someone was looking over me and being taken care of was such a good feeling……

“I love you, Grayson……”

Wondering where the hell have we been?

And would it be the worst thing if we both fell asleep

Woke up to twenty calls each

 When I opened my eyes again I was tangled in Dick’s arms as even in his sleep he was holding me steady. I tried to move as carefully as I possibly could, extremely sore, but still I didn’t manage to avoid waking him.

“Morning Y/N” he grinned and those sleepy eyes, still a bit blurry with the rest of the dream and hoarse voice made my heart swell. “Did you sleep well? Why are you crying?” he became awake in an instant “did I hurt you?” his alerted voice make me cry a bit more and he was quick to wipe all the tears “Y/N? Look at me. What happened?”

“Those are good tears, Dick. I just….I just feel a lot right now and I’m not sure how to process it all.”

“Well that’s a change from the randy girl from last night” he mocked and I lifted the corners of my mouth lightly

“Well, look what you are doing to me, Richard Grayson.” I looked him straight into the eyes “can we just stay here? In our bubble? I don’t want to go back to the tower….”

“I would love to, but we may be in trouble….”

“How so?” I raised an eyebrow and he handed me our phones. Twenty unanswered call… Each. “Oh, shit…. What do we tell them?”

“That we had the most fulfilling, additional eight hours of investigation” he grinned and I hit his arm, probably hurting myself more than Dick.

If it means that we'd have eight more hours alone

Or even if we never make it home

I guess that wouldn't be the worst thing

“Really? That’s what you going to tell Bruce?”

“I can just admit I finally got you all for myself….”

“Dick!!”

“What?”

“I guess that wouldn’t be the worst thing” I smiled and not able to help myself any longer kissed him, enjoying those last minutes of peace between us, before the search and rescue.

@somest1 @pinksirensong

[roleplayfinder]

Hello! I’m Whimsy, she/her, 27 years old. Allow me to get the boring rules out of the way:

-Be 20+ years old.

-Be willing to wait for roleplay replies. Sometimes I can write several a day, other times it’ll take me 1-2 weeks. I can do OOC chat pretty often though!

-Be LGBTQ+ friendly.

-Can write at least 3 paragraphs per reply.

-This search is for original characters only.

On to the pairings! I already have premade characters for each of these, and since they have different sexualities, you’ll notice that your character may have to be a certain gender. The bolded character is the one I’ll be playing. I have plots for each of the pairings, but if you have ideas as well, I’m all ears. I’m cool with including or not including NSFW stuff. If you’re interested, like this post and I’ll reach out to you.

-Detective (male) x New Detective or Policewoman (female). (Note: my OC for this pairing is asexual, thus NSFW stuff would be limited—but not off the table.)

- Grim Reaper Being Held Hostage (male) x Kidnapper (any gender)

-Supervillain/Anti-Hero (male) x Superhero or Civilian or Minion (any gender)

-Half-Selkie Infiltrating the Illegal Supernatural Creature Trade (female) x Enslaved Creature or Fellow Infiltrator (any gender)

-Dragon Shifter (female) x Dragon Hunter or Human Sacrifice or Retired Hero (female)

-Novice Explorer (male) x Experienced Explorer or Comatose Human/Humanoid Being He Accidentally Woke (any gender)

[kellerjonescc]

Look At all these lovelies!(In Full)

All Oc that I have made in CC Grimborogh style! (Not all mind of course)

Full name : Keller Jonés Age : 20 Occupation : Agent Weight : 110 lbs Height : 5'2' Eye color : Brown Blood type : A+

Full name : Nary Noiré Age : 25 Occupation : Lawyer Weight : 130 lbs Height : 5'11' Eye color : Blue Blood type : A+

@blogofsara OC Full name : Heaven Pocahontas Oberman Age : 33 Occupation : Policewoman Weight : 125 lbs Height : 5'5' Eye color : Brown Blood type : O+

@alexlesuagz OC Full name : Valentina Perez Age : 36 Occupation : Policewoman Weight : 126 lbs Height : 5'6' Eye color : Brown Blood type : O-

@totojo2 OC Full name : Kelly Riley Age : 21 Occupation : Detective Weight : 180 lbs Height : 5'9' Eye color : Blue Blood type : O+

@d0enuttt OC Full name : Olivia Elizabeth Garcia Age : 32 Occupation : Violinist Weight : 128 lbs Height : 5'6' Eye color : Brown Blood type : O+

@paguio1024 OC Full name : Veronica Shannon R. Waygetter Age : 32 Occupation : Junior Detective Weight : 125 lbs Height : 5'6' Eye color : Green Blood type : A+

@katrinahood OC Full name : Moti-Vari Age : 19 Occupation : Lab Chief Weight : 340 lbs Height : 5'7' Eye color : Green Blood type : S-

@astra-galaxie OC Full name : Adalet Sadik-Halvorsen Age : 26 Occupation : Investigator Weight : 130 lbs Height : 5'8' Eye color : Gold Blood type : O-

@apollovnia OC Full name : Moria Grayson Age : 17 Occupation : Junior Detective Weight : 120 lbs Height : 5'3' Eye color : Blue Blood type : O

@carlitagt OC Full name : Julianna Vilar Age : 28 Occupation : Junior Detective Weight : 220 lbs Height : 5'5' Eye color : Brown Blood type : O-

@m4st3rm1nd-k1ng OC Full name : Ashley Blake Age : 27 Occupation : Police Officer Weight : 120 lbs Height : 5'7' Eye color : Blue Blood type : O+

@myphor OC Full name : Lucius Hyde Age : 32 Occupation : Junior Detective Weight : 125 lbs Height : 5'7' Eye color : Grey Blood type : O-

@mazmerized OC Full name : Phineas Roborovsky Age : 41 Occupation : Chief Detective Weight : 205 lbs Height : 6'2' Eye color : Grey Blood type : B

@superlowquality OC Full name : Albert Hoover Age : 19 Occupation : Model Weight : 161 lbs Height : 6'0' Eye color : Blue Blood type : B-

@blushyslushy OC Full name : Victoria Thompson Age : 23 Occupation : Detective Weight : 115 lbs Height : 6'0' Eye color : Black Blood type : AB-

@vaudevillianic OC Full name : Evelyn Isenberg Age : 26 Occupation : Seamstress Weight : 165 lbs Height : 5'7' Eye color : Brown Blood type : O

@akixxkomi OC Full name : Elian Neries Age : 13 Occupation : High-school Student Weight : 120 lbs Height : 5'4' Eye color : Green Blood type : A+

@bf-1352 OC Full name : Lauren Bailey Age : 16 Occupation : Assistant Historian Weight : 115 lbs Height : 5'3' Eye color : Green Blood type : A+