#Police Officer

[loverbabe]

what if the only thing that can heal me is sitting on a police officers lap who comforts me :3

[wishingonjellyfish]

In Her Custody ~ 🚨

ᴄᴏᴘ!ꜱᴇᴠɪᴋᴀ x ᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀʟ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | 3.2ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ |

synopsis: cop sevika arrests you

tags/warnings: dominant!sevika, sevika refers to strap as cock, nsfw, strap, oral

A/N: (click here) sorry it took so long guys but here it is :)

Blue and red lights cut through the rain, painting the alley in jagged streaks of color.

You hide behind a dumpster, your heart hammering in your throat, the sound of boots on wet pavement echoing closer. You were so close.

"End of the line," growls a low, gravel-laced voice behind you.

You stop cold.

You know that voice anywhere. She's been trailing you for days—always just behind your trail, but never close enough. Well, until now.

You turn slowly, hand rising, rain and adrenaline soaking you to the bone.

She steps out of the shadows like she controls them, her mechanical arm gleaming in the drizzle, her badge flashing on her hip.

Her eyes rake over you in a slow, deliberate sweep, peeling back your defenses, stripping you bare, laying your soul out in the open.

She looks unimpressed.

"Well, well... you've been a busy little rat, haven't you?"

"I didn't—I wasn't—" you stammer, but she cuts you off with a snort.

"Save it. You've got a file thicker than Grayson's patience. Shoplifting. Smuggling shimmer. Breaking and entering. And now you're running from the law."

You swallow. Caught.

She strides forward, the weight of her authority echoing in every step—boots hitting the pavement like a warning, her eyes locked on you.

Without a word, she grabs you, spins you around, and pins your wrists behind your back, the cold bite of cuffs snapping into place.

"You always this dramatic when you make an arrest?" you mutter.

She lets out a sound—half grunt, half laugh—rough and low in her throat.

"You're lucky I'm in a good mood. Last guy who mouthed off ended up kissing the pavement."

You glance back at her, rain dripping down your face, and catch her smirking.

"And what if I said I like a woman who's a little rough?"

Sevika leans in, her breath hot against your ear.

"Then you're gonna love your interrogation."

Your heart catches in your throat—not just from fear, but from something else. There's something about her. The danger. The authority in her voice. The fire behind her eyes. It sends your pulse into overdrive.

Sevika pushes you forward, her grip firm on your shoulder.

"Let's go, doll. We've got a lot to talk about—and I’ve got a cell with your name on it."

The cuffs bite into your skin, digging deeper. But still... you can’t stop the rush blooming in your chest.

Being arrested by Sevika?

Maybe not the worst idea you've ever had.

The metal door slams shut behind you with a sharp clang, the noise bouncing off the walls and echoing through the cramped, dimly lit room. One table. Two chairs. It smells strongly of steel, sweat, and stale coffee.

Your wrists are still cuffed behind your back when Sevika shoves you down into a chair, her expression unreadable.

She doesn’t sit.

She circles you instead, moving like a shark sizing up its prey—boots thudding against the floor, her metal arm humming softly every time she shifts.

You glance up at her. “So, are you gonna ask me questions, or just stare at me until I confess?”

Sevika stops behind you, her voice low and dangerous just beside your ear.

“This is the part where you learn who’s in charge.”

Your breath hitches.

She moves around to the front, leaning over the table with both hands braced on either side. The scowl on her lips is all teeth and danger.

“You’ve been sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

You blink, playing innocent. “Maybe I’m just curious.”

“Curiosity gets people killed down here.”

Her metal hand slams down beside your arm, making you jump.

“Who are you working with?” she demands, watching your reaction like a hawk.

“No aliases. No partners. Nothing,” you reply, meeting her stare without flinching.

She seethes. “See, you’re lying. And I hate liars.”

You shift in the chair, tension coiling between you.

“Maybe you should loosen my cuffs. See how honest I get.”

That gets a grin out of her—slow and wolfish. She reaches over, and with a click, the cuffs pop free. But her hand doesn’t move away. It stays on your wrist, fingers tightening just enough to remind you who’s really in charge.

“You really wanna play this game?” she murmurs, eyes locked on yours. “In my precinct? In my building?”

You lean forward, voice low. “Only if you stop pretending you don’t like it.”

Her eyes darken.

The air between you turns electric.

She circles behind you again, dragging her fingers along the back of your neck as she passes.

“Careful,” she murmurs. “You keep talking like that, and I might forget you’re the suspect.”

You swallow hard. You’re not sure if you’re being punished or seduced.

You’re not sure which one you want more.

The cuffs hit the table with a metallic clatter, but you barely register the sound—not with her so close behind you. You can feel the heat of her body through her clothes.

“You’re trouble,” she mutters. “A mouthy little brat who doesn’t know when to shut up.”

You smirk. “Maybe I just like the attention.”

Her hand settles on your shoulder—heavy, grounding. Then she leans in, her lips brushing the shell of your ear.

“You want attention, doll?” she growls. “Buckle up. I’ve got exactly the kind of attention you’re begging for.”

Your breath catches. She pulls away just long enough to walk around the table and plant herself in front of you—still not sitting.

She crowds you instead, hands braced on the arms of your chair. You’re trapped.

“You think this is a joke? A little game?” she asks, her eyes burning into yours.

Your heart is hammering, but you stare back, daring to play along.

“Isn’t it?”

That earns a low, throaty laugh.

“You want to play? Then let’s play.”

She reaches out and drags a metal finger down your chest—slow, deliberate, and cold through the fabric. The pressure isn’t painful... yet. But it teeters on the edge of something dangerously close. The promise in her touch makes your skin ring.

She steps to your side and grabs your chin, tilting your face toward her.

“You’ve got a smart mouth,” she murmurs. “But you keep looking at me like you want me to shut you up.”

You tilt your chin higher. “Maybe I do.”

In an instant, she’s in your space—lips just inches from yours, your breaths mingling.

“You’re playing with fire, doll.”

“Maybe I like to get burned.”

And then she’s on you—her lips crashing into yours with bruising hunger. One hand tangles in your hair, the other grips your jaw, holding you right where she wants you.

The kiss is rough, demanding, addictive.

There’s no hesitation. No gentleness. Only control.

When she finally pulls back, you’re gasping—lips swollen, dazed and dizzy.

Her smirk is pure sin.

“Still feel like being difficult?” she whispers.

You lick your lips, meeting her gaze with fire. “Only if you stop.”

Her hand slides down to your thigh, gripping hard enough to steal your breath.

“Oh, you’re in so much trouble, darling.”

She leans in again, her breath warm against your ear, voice dropping to a sultry murmur.

“Maybe I should remind you who’s in control here.”

Sevika grabs a fistful of your hair and pushes you down to your knees.

A low growl rumbles in her throat as she leans in close.

“I’m going to teach you how to be a good girl.”

She staggers back to her full height, her voice sharp and commanding.

“Unbutton my pants.”

You glance up at her towering, lingering form and place your hands at the center of her thighs, slowly teasing your way upward toward her waistband—

Then you catch the unmistakable bulge.

You pull back, startled, but she’s faster. Her fingers snap around your wrist with a firm, unyielding grip.

A slow smirk curls at the corner of her lips as she looks down at you, her voice low and drawn out.

“Just now realizing what you’ve gotten yourself into, doll?”

She guides your hands back to her waist, pressing them against the zipper with intent.

With a steady breath, you unbutton her pants and slowly drag the zipper down, revealing the long, thick, purple strap that springs free from her trousers.

Her other hand remains tangled tightly in your hair. With a firm pull, she guides your head toward the tip of her cock—slow and unrelenting.

She taps it lightly against your lips, a wicked glint in her eyes.

“Open up, sweetheart,” she purrs, voice low and wolfish.

You pause for a heartbeat before parting your lips, and the smirk that spreads across Sevika’s face is slow… wicked. She’s a woman who thrives on obedience—the kind that comes willingly—and right now, you’re feeding that hunger perfectly.

“Good girl.”

The praise rolls off her tongue like both a reward and a warning.

That smirk of hers twists into something darker, more satisfied, as she watches you at her feet.

The sound of it coils low in your stomach—dangerous and addictive—and you know then: whatever game this is, you’re not walking away clean.

Her eyes roam your figure hungrily—a wolf inspecting her prey.

She presses the silicone tip to your lips, watching you with dark, unblinking eyes. Slowly, deliberately, she slides it halfway into your mouth—testing your reaction, savoring the way your lips part for her.

Then, she pushes in deeper, sliding all the way in.

Your throat tightens instinctively, a soft gag catching as she fills you completely—overwhelming, deliberate—exactly the way she wants it.

Her metal hand cups the side of your jaw, holding you in place—firm, but not cruel. Her gaze stays locked on yours, watching every flicker of reaction with sharp satisfaction.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, voice thick with heat. “Taking it so well.”

She strokes her thumb over your cheek, slow and approving.

“Don’t you dare pull away,” she adds, her voice lower now, more commanding. “I want to feel you struggle a little.”

Your lungs ache. Your lips stretch. And still—you stay. Letting her take control. Letting her blur the line between pleasure and surrender.

You feel her smirk more than see it, her body radiating power, her presence swallowing up every inch of space around you.

And when she finally pulls back—slow and slick—a thread of spit clinging to the cock, she leans in close, her mouth brushing your ear.

“We’re just getting started, doll,” she growls.

Her other hand trails down your body, fingers tracing the curve of your neck, sliding beneath the collar of your shirt. Fingertips graze skin heated by anticipation. The cool metal of her arm contrasts sharply with the warmth of her touch, igniting every nerve.

Sevika’s eyes never leave yours—a storm of dominance and something darker swirling behind them.

“You wanted attention,” she reminds you, voice low and dangerous. “Now you’re going to earn it.”

Her fingers pull you back onto her cock.

“You like that, don’t you, doll?” she murmurs darkly. “You love being used—just a toy for my pleasure.”

She draws you off her with a slick pop, smirking as her tone sharpens. “Getting too comfortable down there, doll?”

Her fingers tangle in your hair, a sharp tug forcing a gasp from your lips as she pulls you to your feet with effortless command. In one swift motion, she grabs you by the thighs, lifting you like you weigh nothing—then throws you down onto the table, the cold metal biting into your back as her body presses in close, trapping you beneath her.

She lets out a low growl before finally closing the gap between you, capturing your lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. It’s rough—clashing teeth, biting lips—her whole body pinning you to the table.

You break the kiss just long enough to whisper against her lips, breathless and smiling, “That all you’ve got?”

It’s a dare. A challenge. And an invitation.

Sevika growls at your words, her eyes raking over your body with a predatory intensity.

“You’ve got some nerve, doll. You’re just begging me to break you, aren’t you?”

A smirk tugs at your lips as you meet her gaze, unflinching.

“Maybe I am,” you murmur, your voice low. “I can handle it.”

She leans in closer, her lips just a breath away from yours.

“Oh, darling… I’ll leave you trembling and begging for more. I’ll make you my toy.”

She spits deliberately into her hand, then slowly coats the silicone tip with the slick moisture—still warm and wet from your mouth just moments ago—preparing it with possessive ease, ready to claim you completely.

“You ready, doll?” she purrs, a wolfish grin curling on her lips.

Her fingers slide between your thighs, slow and certain, catching the bottom of your skirt. With one sharp tug, she hikes it up, exposing you to the cool air and her heated gaze.

When her fingertips brush over the center of your underwear, a shiver ripples through you—and she smirks, clearly pleased.

“Already shaking,” she murmurs.

Then, with a deliberate motion, she hooks her fingers around your panties and pulls them to the side. Her touch grazes your slick heat, and when she feels just how wet you are for her, that smirk deepens into something darker. Hungrier.

“Just like I thought,” she growls. “So damn ready for me.”

Her fingers ghost over your folds—light and teasing—as they gently spread you open, just enough to make you ache for more. Then she pauses, her touch retreating. With slow, deliberate care, she hooks her fingers into your underwear and slides it down your thighs, dragging the fabric over your skin.

She lines the silicone up with your entrance, the tip sliding in just enough to tease—right there on the edge, not nearly enough to satisfy. You throw your head back with a frustrated groan, your hips twitching for more.

“Please, Sevika,” you groan out.

“Patience, doll,” she growls, her voice rough with control, one hand holding you steady as she keeps you exactly where she wants you.

And then she thrusts—slow, steady, deliberate—sliding into you completely, filling you to the hilt. The stretch steals the breath from your lungs as she bottoms out, claiming every inch like she was made to fit you.

“So tight, darling,” she murmurs, voice thick with heat. “You like it when I fill you up with my cock, don’t you?”

She pulls back just an inch, then thrusts in again—slow, purposeful—dragging a moan from your lips that only makes her smirk grow wider.

“Look at you,” she purrs, leaning in close, her breath brushing your ear. “Clenching around me like you don’t ever want me to stop.”

Her metal hand grips your hip, holding you steady as her rhythm builds—deep and controlled—each thrust a statement, a promise, a claim. The way your body reacts to her only fuels the fire in her eyes.

“You were made for this,” she growls, voice low and rough. “Made to take my cock.”

And from the way your body arches into her—desperate and trembling—there’s no denying it: she’s right.

Your body moves with hers, helpless against the overwhelming pace, and she drinks in the sight of you—flushed, gasping, completely undone beneath her.

She lowers her mouth to your neck, teeth grazing your skin before she bites down, just enough to make you cry out. The sound drives her deeper.

“Say it,” she murmurs darkly. “Tell me this is what you wanted. Tell me no one else fucks you like this.”

And her next thrust leaves no room for lies.

“Say it,” she growls, pulling out of you only to slam back in with a single thrust.

You gasp, the air punched from your lungs, words tumbling out in a breathless moan.

“N-No one fucks me like you, Vika.”

Her smirk returns—dark, satisfied, and hungry for more.

“Damn right they don’t,” she snarls, her pace unrelenting now, she moves with purpose, each thrust carving her name into your body like a vow.

“You’re mine now.”

You can barely respond—every breath is ragged, every nerve alight with fire as she drives into you over and over, grounding you with the weight of her body and the sound of her voice.

“Say it again,” she demands, her tone a mix of heat and dominance, one hand sliding up your chest to wrap gently, possessively, around your throat. “Let me hear you say who you belong to.”

Your voice shakes, but your answer is immediate—helpless, honest, and filled with need.

“Yours… I’m yours, Sevika. Only yours.”

Her eyes burn with something unspoken—wild and unfiltered—and it’s unraveling you quickly.

And she doesn’t slow. Doesn’t soften. She just leans in, her lips brushing your ear with a growl that’s more promise than threat.

“Good. Now I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

She thrusts back into you, setting a relentless, brutal pace. Her fingers rise to hover just above your clit, then she presses down and begins tracing slow, deliberate circles.

Your back arches instinctively as a sharp gasp escapes your lips.

The contrast is maddening — the harsh rhythm of her hips paired with the teasing softness of her touch. Every nerve in your body lights up, caught in that unbearable balance between pleasure and overload.

“You feel that?” she murmurs, her voice rough, low, intoxicating. “I want you to come apart just like this — under me, because of me.”

Her fingers press down just a little harder, the circles tightening, syncing with the pace of her thrusts. Heat coils low in your stomach, building fast and sharp. You clutch at the edge of the table, biting down on your lip. Desperate for something to anchor you as your body trembles beneath her control.

“Don’t hold back,” Sevika growls, her voice almost feral now. “Let me hear you.”

And with every breath, every thrust, every flick of her fingers — you’re unraveling fast, the edge rushing up to meet you.Too sharp. Too close. And Sevika knows it. She watches you with that fierce, hungry look, like she wants to see you break.

Her fingers never falter, moving in perfect rhythm with her hips. The pleasure is blinding, unbearable in its intensity — and still, she pushes you further.

“That’s it,” she growls, lips brushing your ear, hot and commanding. “Let go for me.”

Your body tightens. Your breath catches — and then you fall. The climax crashes through you like a wave, tearing a cry from your throat as your muscles seize and flutter around her. She doesn’t stop. Not right away. She rides it out with you, grounding you through it, holding you steady in the middle of it all.

When your body finally slackens — trembling and breathless beneath her — she slows, pulling back just enough to study your face. There’s a flicker of something in her eyes — not just triumph, but something deeper. Something possessive. Protective.

She leans down and presses a rough kiss to your jaw, her voice low and thick with heat.“You’re mine,” she murmurs. “And don’t you forget it.”

She pulls out of you in slow motion, the silicone slick with your juices, leaving you gasping and spent, your breath ragged as you lie draped across the table.

“Get ready,” she murmurs, voice edged with dark amusement. “Because this is far from over.”

[hotafrikanerboertjies]

HOTTEST AND FITTEST COP IN SOUTH AFRICA !

[relaxedstyles]

[sfde8871]

.🔶🚔.

[ferrarifinnick]

MANSCAPING! | SQUID GAME HEADCANONS

how they each tend to their gardens…

includes: sang-woo, junho, myung-gi, thanos (beginning of each section is bold and coloured for clarity) pairing: squid game men x f!reader warnings: language, male and female anatomy descriptions, gender expectations and stereotypes ???, established relationships implied.

a/n: i’m in such a headcanon phase lately, and i have so many ideas. if you have any, do share them and i’ll like 99% likely post it asap. also how hot is it imagining sang-woo being all smooth and soft when you’re running your hands down his abs to his—sksksk

— SANG-WOO

reputation is of the utmost importance to SANG-WOO, and the way he best controls this is through his appearance; hygiene included. his suits are pressed and only worn if wrinkle free, just like his hair is combed, styled and washed every single morning without fail. so it comes as no surprise that beneath the privacy of the clothes he wears, he is as equally well taken care of.

he shaves his face every couple of days, but once a week he’ll do his chest down under the waistline of his boxers, too. it’s become a routine, and one he’s meticulous about, at that. he frequently changes the blade of his razor to prevent bumps, uses a premium shaving cream, and even pats down the area with a perfume-free after shave.

you like to call him obsessive, and maybe he is, but it’s all because he’s chasing that gleam of approval in your eyes when you pull down his slacks. and also, it’s his way of putting effort into his image, in a way that only you are privy to.

— JUN-HO

JUN-HO is less high maintenance than sang-woo. he likes a sprinkle of stubble, even thinks it looks better on him than clean shaven. the way his pubic hair blends perfectly into his happy trail on his lower abdomen, it just looks right. masculine in a way he likes, but not unruly. but when his pubic hair starts growing that little bit too long, he’ll clean it up with an electric shaver, the kind you shave the hair on your head with.

it isn’t something he notices until it’s too long, so he’ll usually do it impulsively. expect to hear vibrating behind the closed bathroom door one random afternoon, but make sure to knock before stepping in to investigate, because jun-ho likes his privacy when manscaping.

you would have definitely walked in on him before, expecting to see him using one of your vibrators for some private relief with all intentions to help. but seeing him shaving was somehow more embarrassing for jun-ho. something about being caught with his pants down, holding a mirror under his balls while trimming them, felt worse. so just knock in the future, yeah?

— MYUNG-GI

yeah, shaving isn’t MYUNG-GI’s speed. that razor’s for his face, and if it touches anything else, he will incinerate it. that goes for you using his razor, too! don’t let him know you’ve used it to shave your legs or underarms, and dear god don’t let him know it’s gone between your legs. his little pathetic heart couldn’t take it.

he’ll buy your own razor if he ever finds out, and it’ll be the most obnoxious shade of pink just so he can put it next to his blue one as a reminder not to fuck up like that again. but don’t think badly of him, okay? it’ll be one of those fancy scented ones with the built in lubricant that glides over your skin.

so while he won’t shave his pubic hair, he will control it by trimming down his bush like a well kept hedge in a garden. he treats his pubic hair like a staple of his masculinity, and expects you to like it as well. if you don’t, keep it to yourself. he doesn’t want to hear it anyway.

— THANOS

there’s only one style THANOS is rocking, and that’s au natural, baby! he doesn’t care to put an ounce of effort into controlling the chaos around his manhood, because why should he? he’s not a girl, he doesn’t have to live up to the same laborious expectations to be plucked bald like a chicken, so why on earth would he? it’s stupid to expect otherwise, and he won’t be afraid to say that to your face if you bring up the topic of him manscaping.

after all, it saves him time, money, pain, and honestly, if you have a problem with it, he’s going to question just how into men you really are. he’ll tell you only real men have pubic hair like him, manly men who are better than those other guys that are too feminine for his liking.

he’d make you feel so stupid for having a preference that isn’t him, and won’t hesitate to laugh you out the room if you disagree. but if you get all sad, he’ll half-ass an apology and roll his eyes, then suggest you get on your knees and learn to appreciate his manhood.

i’m just saying… if i saw any of these men in a towel, i wouldn’t care what the f they have going on down there just gimme. like, comment, reblog. love <33

[azdmathings]

Hot Cop Weekend!

Carson is on the SWAT Team, tough work, seems like the bad guys win more than lose, he texted me this picture and said, bad day, perk escaped, partner blamed me and the chief rode my ass when I got back to the precinct, Just want to go home take my boots off and stretch out with a beer. Just a though I replied, Stop by here, I have beer, I'll massage, lick and kiss your hot socked Feet for a start, Maybe work my way up the legs and see if I can find anything else to massage that may make you feel better. Hell I might even let you ride my ass for a change. Fifteen minutes he replied!

[gentlemensarts]

[sweaters-and-vertigo]

cops are murderers with badges

[reality-detective]

John Pelletier…

The deadliest mass shooting in modern U.S. history? He was there.

The most catastrophic wildfire America has seen in a century? He was there.

Now a lawsuit against P. Diddy that alleges criminal conspiracy, kidnapping, and rape?

And guess what¿? His name is in that too.

What are the statistical odds that one man, a police officer no less... Would be connected to all three? 🤔

At what point do we stop calling it a coincidence and start calling it something else? 🤔

[drghostwrite]

Saints and Sinners

Pairing: Alex Vause x reader

Summary: it’s always the things that you can’t have that make you want them even more. Detective reader meets a locked up Alex willing to trade info for freedom but what happens when they fall for each and the thing separating them coumd destroy your career.

Warnings: smut, minors DNI

******************************************************** A typical day at the office, but that was never the case for you, you were a detective so honestly there was no ‘typical’ day. Most days were murder and mayhem in all forms, today was no different, you found yourself walking through a women’s prison to talk to an informant.

You took off your guns and slowly walked down the hallways escorted by a guard, once you got to the interview room you took a breath before stepping in, you took slow strides towards the table and sat on the corner. You took in the woman before you slightly taller than you, similar build just a little less muscular, dark raven hair and striking green eyes, her black glasses and thin eyebrows, no make up other than what appeared to be eyeliner.

“Well this is different.” The raven haired inmate spoke.

“mm.. and how’s that?” You asked.

“Usually they send the tough guys.” She started almost mocking you.

“I’m pretty tough…”

“I’m sure you are, and you’re pretty.” She smiled and you chuckled back.

“Package deal.”

“And I’m sure that package deal got you enough catcalling when you walked through those gates.” She pointed out.

“Fair enough… so I heard you have something that might help my case?”

“possibly…” she said smirking at you and sitting very composed in her chair.

“Well I brought a deal, in exchange for trading us with intel we release you early on parole…”

“There’s always a catch so what is it?” She asked eyes narrowing.

“You would be my informant.”

“Give you intel in exchange for my freedom., an eye for an eye”

“sounds right up your alley.”

“can’t say your wrong, when do I start?”

“today… we leave now.” You said and a few short moments later you were escorting her outside where your partner and another car of two officers was parked.

“How much did you have to promise her to get her to come along?” One male officer joked.

“a night in her bed is all i would need…” the other said.

“Behave boys…” your partner finally spoke up towering over the other two men.

“Come on man, can’t say you haven’t thought of it.”

“I have enough respect not to.”

“Besides boys you know I would never swing that way.” You replied, and they both made faces annoyed and pouting.

You let her in the back and shortly after found yourself back at the station, “now that you have your informant you need to protect her.”

“thinking witness protection?

“well yea and no, technically we can’t put her in the program because they would wipe her clean no traces BUT if we could get round the clock supervision?” He said looking at you.

“oh you’re not suggesting?…”

“You wanted her as your informant.”

“But… to leave my house?”

“well..”

“Okay what if I housed her AT my house, it’s big and has a good security system, almost to good.”

“Y/N I’ve seen your house, it’s a fortress and its up to you, but you need to keep her close.”

“Fine, get her prepped and I guess she’s coming home with me.” You agreed and stepped out to gather some things.

A few weeks later and you were still adjusting to your new living arrangements, she was in the guest quarters while you were on your side of the house, she occasionally used your main bathroom but you mostly just checked in with each other during meals. You were becoming very close, you were earning each others trust and becoming friends.

You observed Alex more than you would’ve liked to admit, there was some chemistry between the two of you when working together. You loved how you always caught her lounging on your couch reading a book, occasionally coming home to find her sprawled her book having fallen to the ground as she was asleep, so you would grab a blanket and gently cover her. She was smart, smarter than most people let alone criminals, it attracted you to her and her sense of caring and how charming she could be, it always made you wonder if it was all a show. Little did you know that she was also attracted to you, your smarts and abilities, you could charm you way into and out of anything, you were caring and passionate and you made her wish she had never been a criminal. She wanted you more than anything and it felt like you were worlds away.

That is until one night…

“Ugh…” you left out an exhausted groan, lifting the glasses you wore and rubbing your hands down you face, you felt two hands come to your shoulder.

“Stressed?” A sultry voice asked.

“Something like that.” You said in a groan.

“What’s going on?” She asked snaking around the counter to dig through the fridge for the bag of grapes that you kept stocked.

“This case, the entire thing just doesn’t make sense, and I’m tired, and frustrated, and I can’t think straight.”

“sounds like someone needs to get laid…”

“Shut up Alex.” You grumbled as she snickered.

“just saying, tends to be a good stress reliever,” she chuckled again at your face that was turning red.

“Maybe just a shower…” you said standing from your chair and closing your laptop that sat on the island.

“Can I join?” She prodded, popping a grape into her mouth.

“Cute, Vause…” you said as you walked away, she watched the sway of your hips, the way your ass bounced in the pajama pants you wore, how you reached up running your fingers through your messy bun, the tight long sleeve your wore showing the muscles in your arms.

“Dammit, Avery…” she said under her breath watching you walk away, as she devised a plan to help you out. She waited until she heard the shower turn on and slowly made her way to the bathroom, seeing that the door had been left open, the only thing keeping you from her was the curtain.

carefully she started stripping away pieces on clothing, standing outside the shower naked, she slowly moved the curtain and stepped in behind you, the scent of your body wash filling her nose and she inhaled, she reached out and ran a hand over your back feeling you tense.

“Alex?” You whispered.

“Y/N,” she whispered in your ear, starting to kiss down the back of your neck, gently moving your hair aside. She slowly wrapped her hands around you turning you to face her. She looked into your eyes and then your lips before leaning forward and pulling you into a lip locking kiss, you felt her tongue and granted her access and she ghosted over your bottom lip.

“Alex…” you whispered pulling apart for air.

“you tell me if you want me to stop…” she said continuing down your neck. Her hand slid onto the small of your back pulling your bodies closer till they were flush against each other. Her lips found your sweet spot pulling a small moan from your lips before she moved down to your chest, pulling a taut nipple between her teeth before sucking on it.

“Baby I need words…” she said in a low sultry tone.

“Shit, Alex I could lose my job…”

“do you want me to stop?” She said her mouth still working on your breasts as her hand snaked down your back running along your butt that she squeezed and then onto your thigh, lifting your leg around her so she could ghost her fingertips over the smooth skin.

“Hell no…” you said a hand coming up to her hair, she lifted her head to pull you into another kiss, but this time you took control, pushing her away and turning the shower off.

“Y/n?” She asked slightly confused but you pulled her down into a breathtaking kiss, “we were getting to the good part.” She teased.

“Almost…” you said pushing her out of the shower, you didn’t bother with towels as you kept your lips locked guiding her towards your bedroom, pushing her inside and slamming the door closed with her body. You pulled her into a bruising kiss, her hands roaming your body as you pulled her closer one hand coming up to run through her hair. She reached down grabbing the back of your thighs and lifted you enough to carry you over and lay you on the bed.

“playing it rough?” You teased, moving back as she crawled towards you.

“who knew the prim and proper detective was such a freak in bed.” She said, bending down to open your legs, she placed small bites along the inside of your thighs. Her hands massaged your thighs before reaching up to play with your boobs, she placed kisses up your thigh teasing you. You looked down making eye contact and watching her as she mischievously grinned, you felt her drag her tongue up the inside of your thigh, you rolled your eyes as her.

Just for that she bent down her breath hot on your pussy, she pulled her tongue through your folds tasting you for the first time before pulling your clit harshly into her mouth, the pleasure jolted your hips against her and she reached a hand down placing it on your lower stomach keeping your hips still. She buried herself in you, her tongue was magic as she explored all of you. You started breathing more heavily, your moans more frequent as your hips tried to buck against her, one hand reached down and brushed Raven hair out of her face only to tangle in it when she looked up through hooded eyes, the other hand ran down her arm that was currently playing with hardened nipples.

“God you feel so good…” you whined.

“And you taste amazing…” she moaned out, pulling your clit in one last time letting out a low moan that vibrated through your core. She helped you ride out your orgasm as you laid there bodies still tangled together. You chuckled trying to steady your breathing as she grinned, wiping her arm in her elbow, your orgasm covering her mouth.

She slowly moved taking in your gorgeous body as it glistened with sweat and water from the shower that had been abandoned. She moved up as if she were going to leave but instead you reached out grabbing her and sitting up, you pulled her close against you, your lips finding each other.

“Y/N?” She sat up in front of you hands on either side of your head playing with your hair.

“I wanna taste you…” you whispered in her ear, running your tongue over the shell of her ear.

“are you sure?”

“just shut up.” You said heated kisses on her lips, you pushed her back until she was laying out in front of you. You placed kisses all along he body some would be seen tomorrow, she watched at first and then tried to reach you, to touch you but instead you grabbed her wrists and held them both above her head.

“Look but don’t touch…” you said bending down to kiss her again. You saw her eyes tracking you so you looked up as you moved down her body, you let your tongue pull a long swipe up between her breasts before pulling a nipple into your mouth, letting your tongue swirl. She bit her lip with a small smirk watching you.

she watched you move to her stomach where you placed more kisses, and licked again making her twitch beneath you. You moved down to right above her mound and placed kisses, moving into place you hovered over her clit, snaking an arm under her leg you pulled well manicured nails over the sensitive skin before lifting it over your shoulder. The smooth milky skin a contrast to your tan, she moved her foot, brushing it over your back.

“you’re teasing…” she whined pretending to be annoyed.

“well you know what they say about payback… she’s a bitch.” You said licking through her folds but stopping before you reached her clit. She went to reach her hands down to tangle in your hair and you pulled away. She moved them back in a defensive motion slightly annoyed that she couldn’t touch you like she wanted to.

“behave…” you said and she locked eyes with you, this time though you latched onto her clit, pulling a gasp from her lips that quickly turned into a moan.

“Mm… you do taste amazing.” You moaned into her sending shockwave to her core, you bent to let your tongue explore her and as you did, your nose pressed deliciously into her clit, her hips jolted against you pushing you closer. You reached up and placed some pressure right above her hips, hitting the spot, your other hands snaked up to grab her nipple but instead met her hand as she let go, she intertwined your fingers as her other hand gripped at your sheets.

you knew she was close as she moaned and her back arched off the bed, you squeezed her hand and applied a little pressure with the one on her lower stomach, going up and working your tongue around her clit, hearing her orgasm come over her, her loud moans turning into soft little pants.

“Shit Y/N…” she laughed.

“better than you thought?” You teased.

“it’s always better when it’s some thing you can’t have.”

“you know we can’t tell anyone, not yet at least…”

“keeping secrets is my specialty.” She said pulling you in for a kiss. You laid in you bed next to her before she wrapped an arm around you pulling you to lay on her chest.

“Do you think we could ever have a future?” She started.

“like together?” you asked.

“Like together, like a life?”

“I’m not sure, I mean technically once your a free woman, you can do whatever you want.”

“but as your informant…”

“It’s dangerous…”

“A risk is be willing to take.” She said and you sat looking into her eyes trying to figure out if she was serious before laying back down and wrapping an arm around her waist. Silence fell as you started to doze off exhausted from your work week, she slowly laughed, that signature laugh filling the room.

“what’s so funny?” You asked sleepily against her.

“I fell for a detective, what I thought was the enemy, I fell in love with you.”

“funny how that works…” you trailed, “love you to…” you sleepily ran a hand over her side to let her know you meant it before falling back asleep.

~it’s funny how bad you want something you can’t have, until you have it~

[hotafrikanerboertjies]

GORGEOUS DEVAN COX AT IT AGAIN !

This guy in gear just does something to me !

[cyberpunkaddict]

NCPD - Protect and Serve

[relaxedstyles]

[sfde8871]

🚨hot out here

[sky-high-standards]

Yandere police officer x reader

Yandere police man~ Who was your childhood friend and had known and loved you longer than any of your other friends.

Yandere police man~ Who vowed to protect you always and promised he'd always look after you.

Yandere police man~ Who never liked how you always made you friends so quickly but the thing that kept him sane was knowing that he knew more about you then they'd ever know.

Yandere police man~ Who became a police officer solely to truly be able to protect you from any sort of harm and would always stalk keep an eye on you while he was on patrol.

yes and keeping an eye on you totally includes watching you sleep and change from your window

Yandere police man~ Who is furious to find out you have a partner that isn't him and finally snaps.

Yandere police man~ Who uses his high position to frame your partner for a crime they didn't commit and gets them thrown in jail.

oh (partners name) did that I'm so sorry you have to go through this sweetheart how could they do such a thing :(

Yandere police man~ Who comes up like your knight in shining amour after your partner is in jail consoling you and comforting you.

I'm so sorry sweetheart but don't worry I'll always protect you and I'll do anything to keep it like that~

sry this is just a draft may delete it