#cop romance

[noonewilleverknowistealkneecaps]

Im clearly not okay about them

[dargeereads]

Disturbing His Peace by Tessa Bailey

5 stars

audiobook

I knew these two would be tough nuts to crack, and they were, but once we got beneath that outer shell, wow, lots of pent-up feelings hiding there! This was a roller coaster, neither quite sure what to make of their mutual attraction, but well aware it existed, and they kept acting on it, and then backing away. All the little things, tiny moments, all ramped up, and they were not sure even then how to act or react. It took some pretty serious reflection on both their parts to get to their HEA, and what a ride it was to get there <3

[authorwhitleycox]

Grumpy sunshine, enemies to lovers, forced proximity, angst and Christmas all in one sexy package

Title: Done With You Series: A Young Sisters Novel Author: Whitley Cox Genre: Close Proximity, Cop, Enemies to Lovers, Christmas, Broken Hero Release Date: October 14, 2023 She already knows all of his secrets, and that’s what terrifies him the most.   Looking for one night to forget her problems, Oona Young uses an alias and follows a handsome stranger back to his hotel room. Their time…

[citrusai]

taash said "they were doing it" and people ran with the interpretation of an npc that doesn't know solas or the history of the elvhenan even when bellara interjected and said, no, that's not right. that's not how it was for the elvhenan. they formed bonds before they had physical bodies. and people ran to doompost or create weird anti-solavellan shit even though mythal & solas refer to each other as old friends and when she releases him there is no tenderness or love in it. it is the act of unchaining a dog from his post, the stepping down of a general. but to each their own ig.

[remixingreality]

[kr-yoongi]

Draw Merlin looking up challenge: FAILED

[fangdokja]

In this prison, there are no rules—except for his.

♡ Book. A Heart Devoured: A Dark Yandere Anthology

♡ Pairing. Yandere! Prison Warden x Fem. Reader

♡ Oneshot. #1

♡ Word Count. 1,016

The iron bars groaned shut, the sound rattling through the damp, suffocating air like a predator’s growl. He made sure you heard it, felt it—the finality in every scrape of metal against metal. This was his world, his domain, and the clang of the locks was nothing short of a declaration: there was no leaving. Not from him.

He stood outside your cell, an immovable shadow in the dim, flickering light. The dark navy of his uniform stretched taut over broad shoulders, the fabric clinging to the sheer power beneath, as though it too was caught in his inescapable grip. His hands rested lightly at his sides, deceptively still, though the veins bulged against his skin, betraying the coiled force lurking beneath the surface. His presence filled the narrow corridor, swallowing the air and pressing against you until your chest tightened.

“You really don’t learn, do you?” His voice was a low rasp, like gravel sliding over steel, rough and cutting. His gaze—obsidian shards glinting with cruel amusement—bore into you, peeling back every layer of defiance you thought you’d managed to cobble together. “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me again.”

You flinched as he stepped closer, the heavy soles of his boots striking the floor with deliberate finality. Each step sounded like a clock ticking toward your undoing. The fluorescent lights above flickered again, throwing shadows across his face, twisting his features into something monstrous. He reached the bars, and his hand curled around them, the muscles in his forearm flexing as though the iron itself might yield to his touch.

“Come here.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a command, cold and absolute, weighted with the kind of authority that didn’t allow for refusal. You hesitated, your breath catching in your throat, and his lips twisted into something between a smirk and a snarl. The key in his hand glinted as he slid it into the lock, each metallic click punctuating the silence until the door swung open with a low, mournful creak.

You stumbled back, your spine pressing against the cold, damp wall, but there was no escape. There never was. He took his time entering the cell, his frame filling the small space and blotting out the light. The air around him seemed to ripple with heat, suffocating, consuming, as though even the atmosphere obeyed him.

“What are you afraid of?” he asked, his voice dipping into something almost soft, mocking. “You should know by now that running won’t save you. Fighting won’t save you. Nothing will.”

He reached for you then, and you jerked away instinctively, though there was nowhere to go. His hand caught your wrist in a vice-like grip, the calloused pads of his fingers digging into your skin. He pulled you forward, the motion so sudden and effortless it felt like your body wasn’t your own. His other hand came up, brushing your hair away from your face, the gesture almost tender if not for the malice glinting in his eyes.

“Look at you,” he murmured, tilting his head. His thumb traced the curve of your jaw, the touch light, deliberate. “All that fire, all that fight, and now you’re shaking. Fucking pathetic.”

Your breath hitched as his hand slid to your throat, his fingers wrapping around the fragile column with calculated precision. He didn’t squeeze, not yet, but the threat was there, tangible in the weight of his palm, in the way his thumb pressed against the hollow at the base of your neck, feeling your pulse hammer against his skin.

“Do you know how easily I could break you?” he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine. “How little effort it would take? You’re so damn fragile. And yet…” He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek, “you’re mine. That’s the only thing keeping you alive.”

Your knees buckled, and his grip tightened just enough to keep you upright, a cruel imitation of support. The smirk on his lips widened, his teeth glinting in the faint light.

“You hate it, don’t you?” he continued, his tone almost conversational, though the sadistic glee was impossible to miss. “Hate that no matter how hard you try, you’ll always end up right here. At my mercy. Beneath me.”

He released you suddenly, and you stumbled, gasping for breath as the cold air rushed back into your lungs. But he wasn’t done. He never was. His hand moved to his belt, pulling free a length of chain that glinted ominously in the dim light. The metallic clink of the links sent a fresh wave of dread washing over you.

“Rules,” he said, stepping closer again, his voice hardening. “You’ll learn them. Obey them. Or I’ll carve them into that soft little body of yours until you can’t forget.”

The chain wrapped around your wrists before you could react, his movements swift, practiced. He yanked you forward, the force sending you sprawling to your knees at his feet. His hand curled into your hair, dragging your head up until you were forced to meet his gaze.

“There’s nowhere to run,” he said, his voice low, final. “No one to save you. You belong to me. Body, mind, soul. And the sooner you accept that, the easier this will be.”

Tears pricked your eyes, but he only chuckled, the sound reverberating through your chest like the tolling of a death knell. He released you with a shove, leaving you trembling on the cold, filthy floor as he turned to leave. But before stepping out, he glanced back, his smile sharp enough to draw blood.

“Be good for me, fuckin'' filth,” he said, his tone almost playful. “Or don’t. I’ll enjoy breaking you either way.”

And then he was gone, the clang of the cell door slamming shut behind him echoing in your ears. But the worst part wasn’t the silence that followed. It was the twisted part of you that felt relief knowing he’d come back.

[pande-monty-um]

Something about Jacob lounging like a Jarl on a throne with his warprize hanging off his shoulder has me a lil feral ngl

[dabigothic]

>ᵥ_ᵥ<

[the-unconquered-queen]

Just remembering how the Girlies were Going Through It™ when Ride or Die was releasing. Scandalized by Logan using MC for intel and jumping ship for Colt only for him to get revealed as a kidnapper and would-be-murderer within like one chapter.

Ride or Die, you crazy bitch, no one was doing it like you ❤️

[mueritos]

finished arcane recently and i hate that cait and vi ended up together like its so nasty bro. when will the butches stop getting beat up by their cop/fascist femmes. but that's too much for some of yall.

[liyazaki]

physics x pining

DANGEROUS ROMANCE | EPISODE 4

[dargeereads]

Indecent Exposure by Tessa Bailey

5 stars

audiobook

Jack had me so worried for him, and as his story and past became clear, I was right there with Katie in needing to dole out some justice! Katie had me rooting for her from the start, and seeing her come into herself, was a beautiful thing. Two people broken in different ways, finding the strength and courage to turn their lives around, while supporting each other, was emotional and stunning <3

[iambeees]

Arcane: here's how cops can be corrupted, here's how war corrupts, here's a cop being corrupted, here's the corrupt prison system, here's a cop being corrupted, here's the corrupted government, here's a cop committing war crimes, here's more corruption, and some more corruption.

*some* of the fandom: can't believe arcane is so pro- police :((((

[god-syndicate-if]

Franco One Shot

While trying to hype myself up to continue the chapter today I instead wrote 4.7k words of a Franco one shot. I will not be fixing spelling mistakes but its here if you want it.

It's entirely non-canon but has some canon aspects. And is romantic.

Play Here

[strangemcrposts]

@frnkg