#cop x criminal

[anietydriven]

Not So Angelic things! [ Gallagher x Sunday ] (Smut shot)

Sunday was in love, He’s been in love with Gallagher for a very long time now. Over 5 years, although most of the years he’s been watching Gallagher from afar. Was it stalkerish? Yes, Did Sunday care? No. Sunday sat up from his bed, drowsy. This grey haired man turned his head to see that Gallagher wasn’t next to him.

“…Heh.” A crooked smile crept onto his soft lips.

Sunday got up from their bed, he walked towards his nightstand. The blanket slowly fell onto the floor revealing his bare naked features. Sunday was riddled with hickeys around his neck. This man was mentally unstable. Because Sunday had an unhealthy obsession with Gallagher. Sunday praised everything about him. He grazed his soft fingertips against the calendar. The date was circled around today’s date.

That’s because today was a special day for him — For both of them. Today was the day of the anniversary of them dating. This angelic man’s wings that were connected to the back of his neck had fluttered happily. A satisfied expression rested upon his face. This angel tilted his head, thinking of ways to give this man a present. Knowing Gallagher, he should be at the station working.

This grayish-silver haired man walked into his closet and pressed a button. A hidden door opened up. In it was photos of Gallagher, it looked like Gallagher had no idea photos were taken of him. Sunday kissed a photo before changing into some skinny jeans and a fashionable shirt. He was a model after all, he had to make sure he looked appealing. Sunday wasn’t entirely a good person. He had his morals but that’s all.

With him now dressed, he slipped a hoodie on. Now he was on his way to see the love of his life. Sunday walked for what felt like hours — Was actually 15 minutes to get to the police station.

As bad as it sounds, Sunday was a reoccurring visitor to the police station. Not because he committed crimes, but because the whole station knew who Gallagher was dating. After all, who wouldn’t know who Sunday was? He’s a model!

The secretary at the station saw a view of Sunday coming up to the building and gave Sunday a thumbs up.

“You can go right in, Sir.” She spoke giddily.

Sunday, mused by her reaction and decided to flatter her a little bit. Sunday leaned in and leaned against the desk.

“You look absolutely stunning.” He spoke ever-so sultry.

Causing the woman to blush heavily. Sunday waved bye to the secretary before he slipped into the halls of offices. He glanced around until his body subconsciously stopped in front of Gallagher’s office. Sunday stared at his man who was busy, on a call. This angelic man walked into his office with a soft smile.

Gallagher looked up to see Sunday, but what he did next made Sunday pout. What Gallagher did was hold up a finger and ‘shooed’ him away. Sunday pouts as he felt like he being pushed away.

Sunday smirked and quickly hid under the desk. Gallagher had his eyes on the screen while on the phone, he didn’t see Sunday under the desk.

“No, I know this project is needed, considering how much crime has been amped up within this month.” Gallagher spoke to his boss.

Sunday’s wings fluttered a bit. Hes curious now. What was Gallagher talking about? Sunday purposefully let his breath hit Gallagher’s crotch. This police officer winced before his eyes darted down to meet Sunday’s unreadable eyes.

Gallagher mouthed. “What the fuck are you doing?”

Sunday smirked deviously while he pressed his cheek against Gallagher’s crotch. As if he’s trying to get any reaction out of his lover’s cock. Gallagher rolled his eyes and focused on the call at hand. While Sunday attempted to turn this hound on. Everyone jokes that Gallagher was a blood hound due to his senses.

Sunday licked Gallagher’s shaft through his jeans. Causing his breath to hitch in his throat. Gallagher coughed a bit due to nearly choking on air.

“Are.. you okay?” Gallagher’s boss asked.

“Y-Yes I’m fine. I think smoking has gotten to me over these years.” He simply mused.

Sunday smirked to himself while he undid Gallagher’s belt and pants. At this point Gallagher’s body was subconsciously moving on its own. Since his legs had spread itself upon Sunday undoing the pants. Gallagher glared down to Sunday.

God that fierce gaze turned Sunday on. Sunday leaned his head down and wrapped his lips around the tip of Gallagher’s cock. He was used to it since this his first time sucking him off. Sunday pushed his own head down and practically swallowed Gallagher’s whole cock. Minus a few inches. Since he was on the brink of gagging.

Sunday groaned, just as Gallagher grunted in pleasure. This working man’s cheeks flushed softly while his stubble chin and jaw clenched. Sunday trailed his golden hues up towards Gallagher’s eyes. They both knew what was about to happen.

Gallagher mouth, “Want me to get off call?”

Sunday had his mouth full so he slightly shook his head.

He agreed and continued talking to his boss while Sunday sucked on his cock. This horny Angel rubbed his thighs together while he felt wetness go onto his underwear. It’s what people would call pussy juices, he’s an intersex angel. He’s got both a dick and a pussy.

Gallagher had tensed up at the feeling of g but he ended up not acknowledging Sunday even though he’s currently do anything to get Gallagher’s attention. After a moment he had groaned in pleasure, just as he hung up.

Gallagher had grabbed Sunday the collar of his shirt and pulled this man into his lap. Gallagher stared at Sunday with his piercing gaze.

“You go my attention, No be a good boy and ride me~” Gallagher practically purred.

Sunday processed the information in his head. That was when a blush appeared on his soft face. His angelic wings fluttered in excitement. His wings have covered his cheeks.

Sunday gave a small nod while he slipped his pants down, enough for his ass to be revealed. Sunday has aligned his boy pussy, then he forced his hips down onto Gallagher’s cock had twitched in pleasure at the sensation of the wet walls clenching around his shaft.

“Ha- Oh fuck..” Gallagher huffed.

He reached his hands out and wrapped his arms around Sunday’s hips. One of his hand’s had trailed up his hips and dug his fingers into the black wings on Sunday’s back.

The feeling of having Gallagher’s calloused fingers grip at the base of his erogenous zone. His Erogenous zone was his wings. Sunday had moaned while he moved his hips up and down this hound’s cock. Gallagher had one hand on Sunday’s rounded ass while his other hand was messing with his wings.

Sunday had decided to ignore the sensation of his wings and focused on moving his hips up and down. Sunday’s hip movements had increased overtime. Sunday moaned each time his hips had gone all the way down, to where Gallagher’s balls was touching his ass.

“Well little birdie, looks like I can just devour you~” Gallagher had purred into his ear.

Sunday didn’t care if they get caught. Because they were in public, his office. Sunday kept on bouncing his hips, feeling the tip hit his cervix each time he forced his hips down.

Gallagher had groaned while he whispered sweet nothings into Sunday’s ear. “Fuck.. I love the way your cute little boy-cunt~”

Sunday had felt chills down his spine while he had drooled in pleasure. “Oh fuck~”

“Tsk Tsk.. That’s not what angels say, Sunny~” Gallagher taunted while he had gently bit down onto his shoulder, leaving a bite mark with his canines.

Sunday’s inner walls to his pussy had clenched around his shaft. “Hng~ I’m gonna cum~” Sunday warned.

Gallagher had gripped onto Sunday’s wings. “Good~”

With that, Gallagher had used his hands and lifted Sunday up with his hands gripping at Sunday’s ass. Gallagher Then had forced Sunday down onto his cock, balls deep. Which caused Sunday to hit his orgasm.

“Ah~!” Was the only sound that escaped from Sunday’s mouth.

“Hn..” Gallagher huffed while he came, shooting load after load into Sunday’s boy pussy.

Sunday held his heart race just from this alone but after they both rode off the orgasm. Sunday had slipped off of Gallagher’s exposed cock before he pulled his pants back up.

“I’ll leave you be, but be home before dinner because I’ll make your favorite meal.” Sunday spoke sweetly before he kissed Gallagher’s head.

“‘Kay, C’ya soon.” Gallagher nodded as he watched Sunday leave

Sunday left the room as he received a call. Sunday walked as he answered. Sunday knew Gallagher was working on a case, a case that Sunday was involved in.

“Boss, We did what you asked.. What now?” One of the minions exclaimed.

“..Good, I’ll deal with the other things. So just sit back and watch the show.” Sunday hummed happily before he hung up.

Sunday pressed his phone up to his lips before muttered. “I’ll make this little game fun for the hound..”

The End~

[ikiprian]

Ghost Kitchen (brought to you by criminal entrepreneur, Red Hood)

Danny’s got the easiest job in Gotham.

He works as a fry cook at a shoddily-run, independent burger joint. Hardly anyone comes in, despite prices being criminally low, and portions insanely large, and while the manager looks like the average tough-as-nails ex-con, he lets Danny mess around in the kitchen whenever the place is empty. (Which is often. This place has to be the city’s hidden gem or something!)

Mr. Manager’s the only one ever there with Danny, except for sometimes when his buddies come over to smoke and play cards. Danny would find it shady, except part of his job is not to ask questions. Literally, he was told during the interview.

(It was a weird interview. Why would they need to hire someone who’s been in a gunfight before? Like, he has, but Gotham’s idea of “hirable qualities” is so bizarre.)

So instead he whips up some killer burgers with the frozen ingredients, and basks in the praise as the guys tell him he shouldn’t have, he does too much for this joint, ain’t that friendly!

Now, Danny’s a chef on the newer side. As a teen he’d preferred the look of Nasty Burger over anything with Michelin stars, and he only really took up cooking after Jazz moved out for college. But just like ecto-exposure used to turn the groceries sentient, Danny’s low-level ecto signature imbues all his food with something historically haunted Gothamites just love! And Danny’s never been one to half-ass a job when it makes people happy.

With fresher produce, real meat, Danny’s sure he can take his dishes to the next level. It takes a couple months of badgering, but his manager finally agrees to contact the mysterious store owner, who keeps the place going, despite profits Danny knows have to be in the red.

Danny spends the morning prepping. He pours his heart into his food, eager to impress. The big boss will be here soon, and he wants to prove that despite the dangerous location, this place has real potential!

It isn’t until the Red Hood shows up that Danny realizes he’s been working for a money laundering scheme.

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

These two mfs change their haircut more than some bitches change their underwear:

Maybe it’s like a spin on a drinking game. “Take a shot every time you get shot, kidnapped, tortured, or punched in the face,” except instead of a tequila it’s just scissors and hair dye.

[gurugirl]

The Forbidden (Completed Series)

stepbrother!harry - in which Harry and you meet six months before your parents are married and there’s immediate sexual tension that neither of you have the power to resist but things are tricky and quite messy

Mint Chocolate Chip (Completed Series)

in which the attractive older man that frequents the ice cream shop you work at has been making dark plans for you and when he finally gets you where he wants you, you’re easier to break than he imagined - dark!Harry content

The Con Artist (Completed Series)

detective!harry x criminal!reader

You're a wanted criminal and when Harry Styles, the detective on the case, finally catches up to you he finds it difficult to resist your charms.

Forgive Me, Father (Completed Series)

soft dom priest!harry x subby!reader

Harry is a priest with a dark secret but he's got a big heart and he's looking for someone special to share it with. When Y/n confesses her sins, he thinks she might just be the one.

The Arrangement (Completed Series)

sugardaddy dom!harry x subby!reader

Based on this request - Harry's wife proposes that he find a mistress to meet his needs in the bedroom as she is no longer willing. His wife has 2 rules: The first is that he finds a professional, and the second is that no feelings are to be involved. But both of those rules are thrown out the window when he meets Y/n.

A Good Boy (Completed Series)

stepson!harry x stepmom!reader (both adults)

Harry's got the hots for his young stepmom and she's pretty fond of him too.But they're both trying really hard to be good.Loosely based on this ask.

A Balancing Act (Completed Series)

this fic is commissioned by @cinnamonone (thank you!! xoxo): Y/n is a successful artist with a good head on her shoulders and Harry is a famous popstar in therapy. Navigating a relationship with someone as famous and adored as Harry isn't an easy task but Harry is desperate to make it work once and for all. famous!harry x plus size!reader

Just For Tonight (Completed Series)

this fic is anon commissioned (thank you!! xoxo): Harry spots an angel in the crowd and he can't keep his eyes off of her. And, as if by some cosmic pull, he can't help but ask her backstage. But it's only going to be just for tonight. Or is it? famous!harry x reader

The Unicorn (Completed Series)

Based on this & this. 3 part very mini-series. You nanny for the Styles, but Harry and his wife would like to offer you another position. Everyone gets more than they bargained for. dad!harry x nanny!reader

Can We Start Over ? (Completed Series)

this 5 part series is commissioned by @justfattiethings (thank you!! xoxo): From the first day you and Harry meet, your relationship is beyond complicated. A one night stand leads to hurt feelings and then a job opportunity that you simply can't pass up is offered. But can you handle working for a man like him? enemies to lovers

Ex-Boyfriend's Dad!Harry (completed)

Harry's your ex-boyfriend's hot dad. But it gets more complicated than just that.

[lipglossanon]

Playing Dangerous

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

RE2make Cop!Leon S. Kennedy x criminal fem!reader

For the anon who requested a criminal reader with police officer Leon (dangerous game by Lana del Rey); I hope you enjoy anon! I can’t quite remember all of the ask but I know the song was the inspiration for it! 🤭 it doesn’t follow the song but I hope you still like it! 💜

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, coercion, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink

not proofread

Title from Playing Dangerous by Lana Del Rey

☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆★☆

Leon heard the call come in over the radio and although it’s the end of his shift, picks up the CB and reports that he’ll take this one and then be out for the night. 

He’s driving down the usual stretch of highway before he’s pulling into the derelict part of town, filled with abandoned buildings and run down cars. 

It’s usually the hang out spots for crackheads and dope dealers but tonight they seem to be pretty scarce. Pulling up into one of the condemned warehouses, he parks and gets out. Creeping along the wall until he sees the door, he sneaks his way inside, hand resting on his holstered gun. 

He sees a shadow dart to the side and the sound of scuffling feet. Following the noise, he turns the corner, staying hidden from view, and sees a body bent over the engine of a car. Running his gaze down your waist over your ass and legs, he actually takes in the license plate of the vehicle you’re working on. 

Smirking, he makes his way back outside and calls it in, confirming his suspicions that it’s stolen. He ducks back inside and slowly makes his way back to you. Watching as you toss down a wrench in frustration, you pull away from the engine and kick the front tire. 

“Fucking fire trap piece a’shit,” you mutter to yourself wiping your hands off on a towel. 

“Well now that’s not very ladylike, honey,” Leon drawls as he makes his way over to you. 

You start and drop the towel, whirling to face him with a new wrench in your hand. 

“Fuck you, Officer Kennedy,” you sneer at him and it makes him grin. 

“You know that’s what I’m here for, baby,” he laughs at your heated glare, “come now, don’t be like that.”

He steps up to push you back against the grill of the car, “It’s always the same song and dance. You and I both know this is stolen property, so how about we take it outside?”

He slips the wrench from you hand and tosses it over to the toolbox on the ground. Grabbing your hand, he marches you out the side door into the shadowed alley. 

The next thing you know you’re on your knees in this dirty alley, eagerly—greedily— sucking Officer Kennedy’s thick cock into your willing mouth.

You moan, eyes fluttering at the taste—clean skin and just that underlying hint that’s only him. 

“Always ready to drop to your knees for me, honey,” he laughs meanly, pulling his cock out to slap it across your mouth, “come on, choke on it you little slut.”

Your tongue lolls out and he spits in your mouth making you whine, cunt pulsing and filling your panties with slick. He feeds his cock back into your mouth with a low groan. Hips thrusting forward, he sinks another inch into your hot wet throat.

“God, got the wettest fucking mouth,” he grunts, hands going down to hold your head still, “let me fuck your throat, like a good girl.”

You can only moan in reply, tears beading your waterline as his drippy tip kisses the back of your throat. You try your best to not gag, but he pushes too far making your throat clench around him. With a cough, his cock slips from your mouth. Thick strings of spit cling from your swollen lips to his cock, like spiderwebs. 

“Get on your feet,” his hands slide down to your arms, yanking you up and shoving you face first into the brick wall. 

He pulls your shorts and panties down to pool around your ankles having you step out of them. Then, he kicks your feet apart and cups your pussy with his broad palm. 

“Wet little pussy,” he mocks behind you, spanking your soaked mound, “spread yourself.”

With a whine, you move your hands to reach around and grab your pussy lips, spreading your cunt open for Leon’s hungry eyes. 

You feel as Leon spits a hot glob of saliva onto your pussy the slaps his cock against your dripping hole. 

 “Ready?”

When you only nod, he smacks your ass hard. 

“I need you to say it, honey.”

“Yes, Officer Kennedy, I’m ready,” you bite out, ending on a squeal as he bullies his cock into your soaked hole. 

You let go to move your hands to the wall in front of you, bracing yourself better. 

“Aren’t you just a bad girl?” his hot breath tickles the shell of your ear while he ruts his cock slowly in and out of your fluttering walls. 

“Mmm so bad, Officer,” you moan, hands scraping against the rough brick of the alley wall.

You push your ass out further, arching your back so he can fuck deeper into your aching pussy. 

“Is this teaching you a lesson?” he slaps your ass, “only bad girls get their cunts used like some back alley whore.”

You whine going hot all over and rock yourself back on Leon. 

“Promise I won’t do it again, Officer Kennedy,” your voice shakes, clit pulsing in time with your heartbeat, “I’ll be such a good girl.”

“Yeah I bet,” he mocks, “then how come I’m out here once a week, pounding this tight pussy? She just need me that bad, honey?”

You moan as he fucks you in quick shallow thrusts, teasing your sensitive bud with his fingers. 

“Officer, please,” you whimper, “I need it, need you to show me how to be a good girl.”

“I’ll show you,” he grits out, hand wrapping around your neck and squeezing, “slutty hole just needs some discipline.”

“Uh huh,” you gasp, drawing in air as he threatens to choke you, “please.”

“Fucking take it then, be a good girl for me and let me fuck this tight, wet cunt.” 

You cry out when he pushes his cock in deeper than before, dragging against your g-spot until you’re drooling from the constant barrage of pleasure. His fingers pick up and start pressing quick little circles onto your clit making you whimper and push back into his rough thrusts. 

“There we go, squeeze down on me, honey,” he laughs a mean harsh sound pressed into your ear, “gotta work for this creampie, sweet thing.”

You rock your hips back with a low moan. Leon dips his fingers down to gather up the slick dripping from your hole to rub against your swollen clit. 

“So fucking slippery,” he grunts, “that feel good? Your pussy sure seems to like it.”

He lets go of your neck so he can grip your hips, pistoning his cock harder and harder into your squelching pussy. 

“Officer, ‘m gonna cum, fuck,” you whine, arching your back deeper to push your ass against him, “please, Kennedy, please, wanna cum. Can I, please?”

Leon laughs down at you, slapping your ass hard, “Yeah, want you cumming all over my cock so I can fill this slutty hole full,” he pinches your clit meanly, “hell, might even knock ya up, honey,”

“Oh fuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling back in your head as your cunt clenches down on his cock, orgasm washing over your senses making you tense. 

“Shit, yeah that’s it, god gonna breed this slutty fucking cunt,” he growls, “gonna fucking knock you up, so everyone knows what a fucking whore ya’are.��

His teeth sink into your shoulder, biting you through your thin t-shirt, making you whine high in your throat as your pussy milks his cock. You feel as rope after rope of hot, sticky cum coats your fluttering walls, filling you so full that it starts dripping out around Leon’s throbbing cock. 

“Fuck, honey,” he slurs, pulling away from you, “drained me fucking dry.”

You hiss when he tugs his softening cock away from your pussy, a creamy mix of slick and cum trailing down your thighs. 

Leon slaps your ass one final time before tucking himself away. You follow suit and try to make yourself look as presentable as possible. More cum oozes into the gusset of your panties making you fidget as Leon straightens out his shirt and badge. 

“Same time next week, hmm?” he grins at you, teeth sharp and eyes sharper. 

“Like I have a say,” you mutter with an eye roll. 

“That’s the spirit.”

He presses you up against the wall, one hand cupping your throat while his other delves under your shorts and panties to fuck two fingers up into your messy cunt. 

Pulling them out, he presses them to your lips, “Open up for me, sweet thing.”

Reluctantly you open your mouth and suck Leon’s fingers, moaning when you taste the mix of you two together. 

“Thatta girl,” he coos, “I know you like our little setup as much as I do.”

Eyes fluttering as Leon fucks your mouth with his fingers, you can only hum around the digits. 

His walkie crackles with static and he’s pulling away from you. 

“Next time wear that dress I like,” he winks and walks out of the alley, back to where he parked. 

You lean against the wall and try to catch your breath. Pushing off the brick, you watch as Leon’s cruiser drives past and he gives you a little smart ass wave. Rolling your eyes, you flip him off only to see a flash of teeth as he laughs and then he’s gone. Driving off back to the precinct or god knows where. 

With a low groan, you decide to call it quits for tonight. After all, that stolen car will probably be gone tomorrow morning anyways. You walk to the opposite side of the alley to climb into your car and go home. Next week will bring what it may. 

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 18

Ghost are the embodiment of what they represent. An example skulker is the embodiment of hunting. Without skulker no one could hunt. It just doesn’t exist anymore.

In this a dc villain captures amorpho in order to find out hero’s identities. The villain has to figure out how to utilize amorpho. He’s only managed to trap him using tech from the fentons.

Danny cannot find him amorpho in time. The villain manages to take away disguise from everyone but himself. For Danny it’s not as big of a problem as it is for every other hero.

Danny has two whole separate identities not so much a disguise. (He transforms not just throws on a mask. Same would apply to captain marvel)

This leads to a pre teen and a teenager both pretending to be mature trying to find amorpho. They both have no idea what there doing.

After a bunch of nonsense they free amorpho. Disguises now exist again.

[kennys-friend]

Just humour me for a second: If Randall got a romantic interest in the show, who do you think it would be?

[1eonsk]

I don’t have a cool title for this, but I listened to this playlist on spotify while writing this! I’m also not usually a bottom Leon stan but it just felt right. I’m not confident in my smut writing so fr give me feedback pls. Enjoy!!

(if we want more parts lmk)

((sorry for any typos i wrote this at work))

Leon x Reader x Ada btw

“Am I gonna have to catch you here again yln?” Leon says, annoyance on his boyish face.

Officer Leon Kennedy has been in the force for about six months, you and an ally being his case for about four of those months. He always seemed to be right on your toes. Finding you in robberies, car jacking, unregistered firearms, you name it, he’s caught you.

And somehow, someway, you always found your way out. Leon can never find out why, the sheriff started to get on his ass for just how many times you haven’t been charged. The saw it to be fishy, interrogating Leon more times than you’ve been in cuffs.

You sit in the interrogation room, hair pulled back blowing your baby hairs out of your face. A small smirk on your face, Leon sighs. You know damn well Ada should be here by now, although seeing the blue-eyed police officer was the highlight of your day. His stare meets you head on, face void of emotion, minus a slight pink hue on his cheeks.

“I dunno Mr. Kennedy, don’t you have fun with our little chases? Cat and mouse play is not what I thought you were into.”

His pink cheeks become warmer, a small giggle leaving your lips as he scoffs, “Keep it clean yn.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Ada’s voice rings through the intercom. Your smile turns into a grin, while Leon’s face pales. He quickly turns to see the door opening.

Ada’s black body-con dress hugs her curves, her face softening making eye contact with you. Leon stands quickly, pulling his gun out and aiming directly at Ada. She smiles, placing her hands up in a surrendering motion.

“There’s no need Kennedy, we’ll just be on our way out.”

“Like hell you will!” He says, face hard.

“Oh c’mon Kennedy!” You whine, pouting. “Just let me go this once? I’ll be a good girl from here on out! I swear it!”

Leon’s face darkens with pink yet again, this guy can never catch a break from your flirting can he? Your smile turns into a smirk when he shakes his head, pointing his gun at you next.

“yn, this is the last time you’ll see her outside of prison bars. You’ve done way worse things than robbing a bank, and yet, thats why you’ll finally be put away. For good.”

Suddenly, Ada lunges at Leon. As they fight over the gun you easily make your way out of the cuffs. The bobby-pin in your pocket becoming a normal occurrence. Leon is pinned face down on the table, Ada close to his face. Your stomach warms, seeing him pinned down like this feels way more criminal than anything you’ve ever done.

“Don’t worry Leon, I’ll keep our baby out of trouble. Be a good boy and give us a head start at least, yeah?” Her voice low, making your stomach churn with lust.

“You go first babe!” You say happily, moving to hold Leon down. You press a kiss on Ada’s lips, making sure Leon sees.

His eyes burn with desire, whether or not he says it out loud it’s not hard for everyone to see. He attempts to wiggle out of your grasp.

“See you at home, behave this time. No more stolen cars.” She pushes hair out of your face.

“But-”

“No. Stolen. Cars.” Her voice is firm, eyebrow raised. You nod, pouting.

As she sways out of the room, Leon begins to struggle harder. He grunts as you push down harder. You lean close to his ear, hearing the subtle change in his breathing. Your stomach churns again. Desire fills your every thought.

“Please be good, I swear I can make it worth your while.” Leon stiffens, hitting his forehead against the table.

“My job is to catch criminals, not make deals with them.” He says through gritted teeth.

You smile softly, moving your forehead to rest against his shoulder. He stiffens more (if possible at this point.) Your hand grips his wrists harder, letting out a loud sigh.

“If you would give us one night, all of this could go away.”

You let go quickly, sprinting out of the door. Moving quickly out the door Ada left open, you hear Leon shouting something. He’s too close.

You make it out on the street, navigating quickly and smoothly through the traffic and people walking. You hear Leon shout your name, turning to face him.

His face is overcome with a glare, bright red cheeks. Your smile turning into a grin, pulling your hair down from your pony tail you bow dramatically and begin sprinting. You move through a familiar alley, hearing Leon close by. You hide in a doorway, waiting for his footsteps.

“Shit! What the fuck!” He shouts, covering his face with his hands. He reaches for his radio, but isn’t able to send out his message before you dive at him. Tackling him to the ground.

“Gotcha!” You move to pin his hands behind his back again, sitting on his back.

“See! Isn’t this fun?” You say cheerfully. His grunts become louder, more frustrated. “I’m sorry, for what I’m about to do. This is the only way I can get you to cooperate with me.”

You knock him out, his grunts and curses end abruptly. Ada appears from seemingly no where. Her face grim, she leans down and pushes hair out of Leon’s face. Staring you down with an angry look.

“What? This really is the only way we could do this and you know that.” You frown, she presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Let’s move quickly then yn, get him into the car.” She stands as you move to lift him. “Maybe this time, he’ll listen.

Leon wakes to an unfamiliar room. His hands are cuffed to the bed frame, mouth gagged with a cloth. You sit at the edge of the bed, staring off with tears in your eyes. He grunts as he tries to pull his hands away from the bed frame. Your head snaps to him, tears falling from your eyes. You move quickly to the side of the bed, petting his hair and removing the cloth.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be upset. You wouldn’t listen to us, please just give me a moment.”

He looks down at his chest and his heart drops at the sight of no clothing, just his underwear. He whips his head to you, growling.

“What did you do-?”

“No-no-no! Wait, we didn’t touch you! We don’t have air conditioning and it’s hot so- I took them off- you were sweating a lot!” You say, panicked.

“What am I doing here? Who the fuck is we?” He says, anger on his face. He’s breathing fast, Leon looks around attempting to gather his surroundings.

“It’s just us Leon.” Ada says. You stare at her with more tears falling out of your eyes. “She just thought it would be better for you, after I specifically told her it was a bad idea-”

“I just thought.. it-” you say, more tears welling in your eyes.

“Getting me naked was not the move yn.” Leon says. He doesn’t know why, but he feels inclined to cheer you up. He meets your eyes, his gaze dropping to your lips for a moment before looking into your eyes again. He hates that you’ve engrained a soft spot in his heart, although he’s never going to admit to that. You sniffle, moving to sit in front of Ada, your body facing Leon.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Ada says, petting your hair. Her fingernails scratch softly at your scalp, you shiver.“Talk to him, this is what he’s here for.”

Leon watches closely and she drags a finger nail down your cheek, to your neck, then to your chest finally meeting your-

“Officer Kennedy,” You say, interrupting his thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be having. “I want you, we both do.”

Silence fills the air, he tilts his head in confusion.

“Uh-Okay? So why am I tied up? I still don’t get why I’m even here. What’s going on?”

Ada’s hand stops groping your breast, you both freeze. A good minute of silence later she snorts pulling her hands to her face. You blink rapidly, shaking your head. No, no way. He has to get it right? Is he fucking with the two of you?

“Kennedy, babe,” Ada speaks, her smile apparent in her voice. “She wants you to join us.”

“I’ll never become a criminal. Especially not at this rate.” He says without missing a beat.

Ada snorts again, your mouth drops open. Leon’s cheeks become a bright red. His head tilting again, still confused. You turn around to Ada, a question in your expression. Leon takes the both of you in as you talk quietly.

You have nothing but a tank top and underwear on, Ada is still fully covered in her dress from earlier. The soft candlelight makes it hard to see the two of you very well, but he can spot makeup on the both of you. There’s faux fur on the cuffs, and a vibrator on the bed-

“Oh.” Leon says suddenly, his face darkening with even more color.

You and Ada turn quickly to face him, a blush on your cheeks as well. Leon looks embarrassed, he feels stupid. His head drops and he sighs. When he regains his composer, he meets your eyes, rolling his in annoyance.

“All you had to do was quit fucking up my city’s crime rate and ask yn.”

Your face morphs to shock, even darker can be seen even in the subtle lighting. His eyes drift to your legs, you shift uncomfortably. Ada places a hand on your shoulder and you stop. His eyes meet Ada’s gaze.

“Are you in charge Ada?” He says, his voice an octave lower. Your stomach churns.

She places her hands on your shoulders. Pushing the thin straps down, slowly. Her hands are soft, she smells like vanilla. You whine when she removes her hands just shy of touching your breasts. She kneels next to your ear and whispers something Leon can’t hear. You begin to crawl towards him, settling on his lap. His breath hitches as you lean forward, pressing your lips to his softly.

This kiss feels too intimate, soft and unsure. He pushes forward, his hands grip the cuffs. You can feel him hardening beneath you. You press harder, and the kiss quickly becomes hungry. You pull back, placing your hands on his chest to keep him still.

“If I take off the cuffs, you won’t run?” You say, your face serious. You still sound unsure, still torn up by having to know the poor kid out to get him here.

He’s taken aback by the question, his hard on should’ve been enough proof he wouldn’t. He looks deep into your eyes. Not able to sense any sort of malice.

I guess they both really do just wanna do this.

He nods, eyes on yours. He shifts, a small noise leaving his lips. You smile happily, going to remove the cuffs. He sees Ada moving quickly behind you. Her hand covers yours, staring directly in Leon’s eyes.

“Not yet, keep going.” She says, her voice firm. Your head whips to her, a pout on your lips. She stares into your eyes, shaking her head. You frown harder and remove your hands.

You both lean towards him, your lips on his while Ada begins to suck on his neck. He lets out a breath. Leon gasps when you push your tongue into his mouth, at the same time Ada uses her teeth on his neck.

Your hands move to his underwear, running a finger down his member. He shivers and you pull away. Moving quickly to remove your shirt, his underwear quickly following. You sit on his thighs, using your hand to stroke him slowly.

“Is this okay Officer?” You say, looking at him through your eyelashes.

He moans softly, nodding quickly and bucking his hips. Just how wrong is this?

He pulls at the handcuffs again. Ada stops covering his neck with hickeys, and moves to slowly remove the cuffs. Leon pulls her into a heated kiss, you moan around his cock and Ada pulls away. Leon whines but moves to grope your breasts, another moan leaving the both of you. Ada hums, moving to sit with Leon between her legs. Her dress is hiked up past her thighs, Leon shivers at her warmth.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” She says into his ear, a whine leaving your lips. Leon nods quickly. She pulls his hands away, the both of them watching you move quickly around him.

You move faster around his cock, Leon whimpers loudly. As you take him, Ada smiles kissing his neck again, she moves to push his hand into your hair. He grips hard, you move quickly up and down his cock, your head bobbing and tongue moving like clock-work.

“That’s my girl yn, just like that.” She says, both you and Leon whining.

“We practiced this,” she says, her voice level. “We used our toys and all she talked about was how much she wanted you. We loved teasing you Kennedy, it made her so wet.”

Leon gasps loudly, throwing his head back. He moans, before attempting to push you off. Your head rises with a pop.

“Please- I want- can I-”

“You wanna fuck her Kennedy?” Ada interrupts, her nails lightly scratching his stomach. He nods quickly.

“Yes- please? I’ll be so good please!” He begs, he almost sounds like he could cry. You’re breathing quickly, shifting your legs. Leon feels Ada nodding at you, and he moves to push you under him.

“C’mon baby, give him what he wants, you’re both being so good for me.”

You lay down, your head on Ada’s thighs. She runs her fingers through your hair. Leon kneels at your cunt, positioning his cock at your hole. You whine, feeling him press forward.

“I’ll go slow.” He says, eyes staring at himself entering you.

“No, she can take it. The whole thing, now.” Ada says, her voice commanding.

You whine as he presses all of himself into you. You moan and the same time, Leon’s infinitely louder. He’s breathing fast, head bowed, eyes closes. He looks at Ada before thrusting carefully, before speeding up.

“There you go,” She says, “Take him, you’re doing so good. My pretty babies.”

Your gasps, Leon’s moans, the slapping of skin fills the room. It’s music to Ada’s ears, motions for Leon to slow down. As you being to whine she removes herself to sit in the corner of the bed, vibrator in hand. She removes her clothing, you and Leon both watch her intently. His thrusts remain slow, the both of you still breathing erratically.

She places a hand on her breast, toying at her nipple. You whine, looking at her desperately. She nods at you letting out a breath. You follow her movement, moaning at your own hand on your nipple. The vibrator buzzes to life, and she places it on her clit. She nods, not looking away from Leon’s cock in your cunt.

His thrusts grow aggressive quickly, your head falling back on the bed. Ada moans, the buzzing making your whole clench. Leon gasps, his thrusts growing erratic.

“So fucking wet.” He says, voice sounding so whiny. So good.

“So good Leon.” You say, looking into his eyes. “Making me feel so good.”

You pull at your nipple harder, wrapping your legs around Leon’s waist. He moves even faster, crying out when you rub at your clit.

“‘M- I’m gonna-” His voice breaks into a whine, leaning forward to take your other nipple into his mouth. You moan loudly, your other hand moving faster, rubbing at your clit.

“Cum for me, both of you.” Ada says, sounding desperate herself.

“C’mon Leon, fill me up. I want it. Please? I’ve been so good.”

The thrusts grow sloppy, his hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. Leon finishes first, shooting himself into your hole. As you feel yourself being filled, you clench around his cock. Ada is the last to finish, moaning loudly, her legs twitching and her head falling back.

Ada is the first to move, cleaning the cum from your cunt. A soft smile on her lips as Leon falls next to you, pulling you into his arms. Ada lays on your other side, wrapping her arms around your waist. She kisses your shoulder, all three of your legs tangled in blankets.

Leon voice breaks the silence, “So… Does this mean you two will stop doing illegal shit?”

“I’ll think about it.” You say, giggling when he groans.

[jokeringcutio]

hey! i don't know if requests are open but could you write headcanons where The Grabber is obsessed with the reader who is a cop? preferably male reader but if you only write female reader, that's fine!

Sure!  Strap in, you’re in for a treat, officer :3

Headcanons Grabber x Male Cop

First of all, the Grabber has always had a taste for men. It is why he wears his ring on the wrong finger to signal that he is available in the male x male circuit.

It is also probably the first thing that catches your eye when you meet him in one of the local bars one evening. He seems to be a normal guy, wearing normal clothes, enjoying a normal beer. When he acknowledges your presence, his gruff voice doesn’t show too much enthusiasm and he barely looks your way, but you don’t need more permission to sit down next to him anyway. You’re here to drink, it’s after duty and you had a tough day.

It's how the two of you start talking. Not many personal details are shared. You talk to the barman mostly, but the man by your side joins in at one point and asks what you do for a living. You’re no longer in uniform. You explain that you’re a cop, laugh all the prejudices away before he can mention any, and down your drink without noticing the glint of interest in your neighbor’s eye. Then you leave.

But you don’t leave the Grabber’s head.

Albert Shaw’s interest is piqued. You’re handsome in his eyes. Intriguing as well.

He has a ‘boyfriend’ already. A man around his own age. But their relationship is more an arrangement of convenience. Besides, it has grown dull. He’s not getting all the stress relief he once found with his friend, especially as Albert’s taste has always been focused on younger men. And when his ‘boyfriend’ notices that Albert has gotten more distracted lately, he accuses him of having found another man. A younger man. Albert doesn’t deny it, and his ‘boyfriend’ scolds him and leaves. Their relationship is over. Albert will have to get his thrills himself.

This is where the spiraling starts.

The first boy happens by accident. It is easy, happens in a fit and without thinking. And when the boy is locked in his basement, Albert panics.

Frustrated, angry and alone, Albert reaches for the nearest thing he’s got. The mask.

He’s no longer Albert now. He has become someone else. A demon. But at least he gets his thrills. The whip of his belt against the boy’s head signals his demise. And then, he is left with a corpse. And the game is on.

He realizes he can get your attention. You come around, looking for the missing boy, and he gets to talk to you at his own door, inviting you in for tea, and you don't decline. This is perfect!

Oh, Albert has tried before. Popping up at neighborhood parties, stopping at the police station when you’re on duty to hand back a lost and found item. But you’re always too busy, caught up talking to those pretty young girls. A shadow would pass over his face and he'd lament the fact that you’re so unattainable. That you’re probably straight. That you’re going to make it in life whereas he is already nearing his early fifties and feels like his life is at a standstill.

But now that the killings have started, and talk about a serial killer has spread through Denver, the police are working extra hours. And he is in luck. You are one of the young faces put on the case. If only you could see the delight in his eyes upon hearing the news.

More boys go missing. It is a strategic game now. Plucking them from the street whenever your attention has started wavering.

When he’s waiting in his chair for his victim to come up the stairs, bare-chested, he’s thinking of you.

He gets hard more than he would like to admit.

And when he kills, he imagines that it is you who comes and finds the bodies. Perhaps he will have impressed you now, huh? Would you care for a rough fucking when it is the master serial killer your city has harbored all along?

Next time you see him, he calls you a boy. It sounds jocular, because he is clearly older than you are and you are still a young ambitious cop. But once you’re gone he isolates himself somewhere private and jerks himself off, your name on his lips. What else does he need to do to catch your attention?

Calling you ‘boy’ becomes a regular thing, and you seem to enjoy it.

(you do. But you also enjoy the attention this attractive man gives you. Plus, he is a great listener. You can go to him with any theory and he’ll give his thoughts. You two are a great match! Perhaps you could take the next step soon…)

The thing is, in the Grabber’s mind, you have become more and more of a boy, until he fantasizes of the young attractive copper coming out of his basement instead of one of the boys he had actually captured, tying you up with his belt, fucking you on his cock.

He is enjoying this cat-and-mouse game. Perhaps a bit too much.

But then, Max, the Grabber’s brother, moves back in after losing his job and being kicked out by his girlfriend. He wants to think along. None of your colleagues want to listen to him, but you will. After all, he now lives with Albert. This is your chance to get closer to the man you fancy.

You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Not until you and Max sit down together and Max casually states that his older brother likes men. ‘Fancies boys’ he literally says. You see the corkboard with the pins Max made and realize, much quicker than he ever could, that it all leads here.

You find a boy in the basement.

You can’t remember much after that, except waking up with a headache, arms tied, police uniform tattered at the front, and a man wearing a mask looming over you.

“T is such a pity,” a familiar gruff voice says, blue eyes intensely upon you from behind black holes, undressing you with his gaze before you see a tongue dart out underneath the mask to lick sharp canines that you had seen so often. Albert. You know instantly who he is, as he stands there, holding a belt in his hand. Blood spatters cover his chest. “I had to kill him now. All so I could make room for you. But no matter. I'll gladly make room for you.”

The Grabber grabbed a young cop. It could be a news title. And it would be. Soon. Innocent young man ravished. Pushed down to the dingy mattress by a ringed hand, thoroughly taken by a man twice his age or more.

And you get ravished. Naughty boy that you are - as Albert likes to remind you whilst he is buried balls deep inside you. The Grabber takes his pleasure and, to your own surprise, shows you pleasure as well. Max arrives too late to prevent all of that. But he arrives in time to discover that his brother keeps you trapped in the dirty basement below.

When Albert appears behind Max, your eyes widen. He is holding an axe, ready to slam it into the skull of his own brother. You react instinctively, properly trained cop and all, and manage to push him backward until the axe drops from his hands.

There’s a scuffle, as you struggle and wrestle with the man you thought you could love. Before you discovered all this. The betrayal. He has used all the information you have told him in confidence to perfect his crimes. That he was always a step ahead because of the things you had told him. That he had been dreaming of keeping you here as one of the boys.

That he had touched you and touched your heart, before he broke it with his tainted perspective of love. I killed to get your attention, darling, you hear the low husky whisper full of affection echo in your ears.

“I did it all for you. Just to get you to notice me. Tell me that it didn’t work?”

“Oh, I worked miraculously,” you hear yourself say, voice dry as you watch the grabber struggle while he looks up from the spot on the ground. His leg is trapped in the hole you’d dug with the help of the ghost voices of dead boys. You wrap the black cord of the phone around your nearly lover’s neck.

“You got my attention.”

The Grabber turns blue and purple before your eyes and then he grows slack in your arms. You feel dirty, tired and heartbroken when you finally get up from the floor.

Max managed to call your colleagues.

You’re covered up to maintain your dignity among colleagues and friends, and get shielded from the eyes of the press, while your best friends from work guide you away from the scene.

The Grabber and the Young Cop; you could have been lovers, a secret affair in Denver’s suburb. Instead, you are the young man promoted for capturing and uncovering one of Denver’s most dangerous criminals.

I love this, anon, ♥︎ and I think I could write many different male cop & Grabber tales and drabbles for this. Think of all the tension, the secrecy, the way the Grabber doesn’t admit to himself that he is the one who does all these sinful things and how he, when he wears the mask and is aware that he is a killer, tries to talk things right by reminding himself he is doing it all just to catch your attention. To be admired by you. To be sought by you.

And you will find him.

Also side-note: he isn’t dead. Perhaps you thought you’d killed him, but when you get your promotion, you’re told he is in prison. So there is a possibility for a sequel. 8D

(I know I have written all sorts of f reader inserts for the Grabber, but if you look at the movie, everything indicates that he is more of a man loving man 😉 Even in my multi-chapter fic he was originally planned to be gay and in a relationship with another man. But that became too messy so I left it out in the end. ) Feel free to throw more at me :D I'm going back to sleep again now. Enoy!

[minervadashwood]

Daryl Dixon x NB!Reader (afab, plus-size) 🏹 Daryl x Reader x Rick 🛡️

The Cop and the Criminal - Chapter 32

~~~~~~~~

Series Masterlist | Masterlist | Taglist

~~~~~~~~

Summary: It's been a week or so since Glenn and T-Dog saved Rick. Now, your pack is getting settled in new place. Word count: 3K This chapter contains: Nesting, going into heat, firearms, smut.

Author's note: I am a little behind on posting chapters to tumblr. So I'll be trying to fix that in the next few days.

==

Nest.

It was all you could think about as you took water and soap to every surface in the kitchen. The other rooms had been cleaned, from top to bottom, including the loft and the basement. The loft had a low ceiling, but Ro and Merle had made their bed up there, using an air mattress and sleeping bags. Carl slept on the main floor, closest to the wood stove, while you, Rick, and Daryl had a makeshift bed in the basement. It was a far cry from your house, a home filled with Daryl’s handiwork, not to mention modern furniture. All that remained were some old, hand-made chairs and a small kitchen table.

This cabin, like the others around it, was old, from the 1850s, you’d guessed, based on the structure and style. In more recent years the land had been repossessed then abandoned. Before then, generations of Dixons had lived here, in their own version of Walton’s mountain, before the Great Depression.

Despite the bedding downstairs in the basement of this old, cozy cabin, your omega was desperate for safety, seclusion, and comfort.

As you cleaned, you were also looking after Carl. He sat at the table, still and focused as he drew pictures to give Lori and Shane when they arrived. He’d grown quiet over the last few days, since you left home.

You hoped, for his sake, that Lori and Shane would get here soon.

The past few days remained a chaotic whirlwind, made all the worse by your biological imperative. Soon after you met Glenn and T-Dog, your mates decided it was time to get out of town, before things got worse.

The next morning, you packed what you could: clothes, food, and supplies. When it came time to pack up the pillows and blankets from your nest, you sat frozen in your nest, trying not to cry. That’s how Daryl found you when it was almost time to go.

“C’mon, Bubbie,” he said, clearing space so he could sit next to you. “You’ll make a new one.”

“You built this for me,” you replied gesturing at the bed, then running your hand along the shelves behind it. “You made this a home. For us.”

Daryl gathered you in his arms. “Yer the one who made it a home. ‘Sides we’ll come back when it dies down.”

You shook your head. “I don’t think we will. The way Glenn describes the city…I don’t think this will be safe for a long time if the dead are migrating here.” You took a deep breath. “I know we have to go.”

“Don’ mean it’s easy,” he said, hugging you. After a moment, he got off the bed and opened one of the cherry wood chests he’d made for your nesting materials. He dumped out all the unused, pillows and blankets, still in their plastic wrapping.

What to take was your decision, but Daryl helped you, arranging everything in the chest, and packing it tightly.

Later, when it was time to go, Rick reassured you, too. “We’ll get you a place for your nest in time.”

“What if we have to move again, while I’m in heat?” you asked. “It will be soon.”

“I know. We both do. That’s why we’re goin’ now. And it’s why we need to stick together. Not just us, but the new guys, too.”

You nodded. Rick wrapped you up in a tight hug.

“We owe them. I owe them,” you said. “They brought you back to me.” Even in the short time you’d known Glenn and T, you knew them to be good people. T-Dog, an alpha, kept his distance from you; he must have known you were close to your heat, but you’d gotten to know Glenn a little. He had strategic way of thinking, and you thought maybe he was some sort of weekend warrior. But no, just a delivery driver.

Now, in the cabin, you gripped the edge of the sink, panic rising. Trying to control your breathing, you glanced at the wooden chest sitting by the basement door. Then, you stared at Carl’s back, as a sudden, unwelcome wave of frustration came over you. Your omega didn’t want him near your nest. In fact, it didn’t even want your mates near it, not yet.

Outside, Merle and Ro kept watch while your mates were clearing out other cabins, making them livable. T and Glenn took one, next to yours. You bristled at having strangers so close by when your heat was imminent, but you owed them.

The front door swung open, and you flinched, letting out a whimper of surprise. Despite the gust of cold wind from the door, you were too hot to even notice, but Carl shivered.

Daryl stepped in, quickly closing the door, and going to add logs to the wood stove.

He took one look at you, and whether it was your bond or Daryl’s keen eye, he seemed to know exactly what you needed. Jutting his chin toward the basement, he sat down next to Carl, distracting the boy while you went to make your nest.

The chest was too heavy for you to carry, and through your bond you felt Daryl’s impulse to help you. Rejecting it and putting up a mental wall, you grabbed armfuls of your blankets and pillows, making a few trips up and down the basement stairs. When you were done, you locked the door at the top of the steps and got to work.

The padded mats you cleaned earlier had dried. One still held hints of Daryl’s musk, pine, so you put it in the center foundation of your nest and started arranging everything around it. Nestled in the corner of the room, the nest began to grow. Releasing your perfume, you set about making the entire area yours. Blankets were piled on top of each other, pillows lined the walls. After hours of work, you were almost satisfied and crept back up the stairs to find the house empty except for Daryl and Rick, who were both pacing in the open-spaced living room and kitchen.

“Carl?” you said, still on edge, but in control of your anxiety for the moment.

“With Jesus.” Rick assured you.

“Whaddaya need from us, Bubbie?” Daryl asked, his voice low and soft.

“I need your clothes, something,” you said, your voice almost whiny. Your first heat had been so perfect. But this heat was different. You couldn’t be sure your pack would even be safe here, or how long you could stay in one place. Especially with Rick and Daryl unable to protect everyone like they had been.

Wasn’t it selfish of you to need them like you did? Not just one, but both? Yet how could you choose? Yes, you were more in sync with Daryl, but he’d claimed you and been with you for half a year now. You cared just as much for Rick, and soon you’d be bonded with him, too.

Daryl started striding across the room, but you backed away, shaking your head.

“Not yet.”

Rick shrugged out of his fur-lined deputy’s coat and untucked his shirt, unbuttoning it as you watched. His bare chest gleamed with sweat, his soft dusting of hair enticing. Your stomach clenched and all you wanted was to lay on top of him and let him ease the growing ache in your belly.

Meanwhile, Daryl froze in place, and, although it took you a moment, you finally realized what you’d inadvertently asked of him. Quickly, you opened your suitcase and started pulling out unwrapped Christmas presents. What a simpler time that had been, when your most pressing worry was dropped stitches and miscounted rows.

Setting some things on the kitchen table, you approached Daryl with his poncho, it was hooded, with two layers of thick wool.

“Trade for your coat?” you asked him.

He took it and brought it to his nose, sniffing deeply.

“Ya make this? Fer me?”

You nodded. “I did some research and it’s supposed to keep you warm while you use your crossbow.”

Your mate’s face was red, and he was blinking quickly as he stared down at the gift.

“Merry Christmas,” you said quietly. Daryl nodded without looking up, refusing to meet your eyes or Rick’s.

“I-I-I have more,” you stammered, unnerved by Daryl’s reaction. Why would he cry over a poncho? You gave Rick his wide scarf and matching gloves. Daryl had a pair of gloves, too, fingerless with rubber grips sewn on the underside—for driving his motorcycle.

“Bunny,” Rick breathed, still shirtless and sniffing his scarf. “These are amazing. And your scent is all over them.”

Daryl grunted, and got out of his coat, handing it to you, and putting on his poncho.

“’S real nice, ‘mega,” he said, adjusting the poncho on his shoulders then grabbing his crossbow from where it sat nearby.

Clutching Daryl’s coat and then grabbing Rick’s shirt, you said. “Soon. But --”

Daryl looked up. “Ya dun wan’ anyone in ‘ere but us.”

You nodded.

Rick said, “While your finishin’ up, we’ll get Carl settled in with Jesus. Already talked to him about your heat.”

“You did?”

“Carl knows that you’ll need me— us -- for a few days.”

Of course, children knew, vaguely what an omega in heat entailed. Not the actual mating, but the privacy, the duty of alphas to care for their partners.

“And the others?” you asked.

“Merle swore off drinkin’ an’ Ro’s good with the kid. Glenn and T helpin’ with keepin’ watch.”

Their reassurances consoled you. Besides, the betas in your pack knew what they needed to do, and you trusted them. But Carl…he had been taken from his mom and now his dad, too.

You pointed to two crocheted Woobles on the table. “These are for Carl.” Both were dinosaurs from his favorite cartoon.

“I’ll make sure he gets them,” Rick said.

“Go’n now,” Daryl told you, jutting his chin at the basement door. “Be dark soon, an’ cold.”

You nodded, renewed determination compelling you to tweak your nest until it was perfect and cozy for your alphas, for yourself, and for the days that followed.

*

Finally, your nest was as close to perfect as it was going to get. Surveying the pile of blankets and pillows, your omega was finally happy to have a place to share with your mates.

Despite the stress of the past few days, a glimmer of happiness bloomed. Rick could claim you. Daryl would make love to you. And the world outside would fall away.

Skin still hot, you left the basement in search of your men. You’d been cramping steadily for the past hour, nothing unmanageable but growing more intense as time went on.

Outside, you heard the rumble of engines, and a wave of tension hit you. Not your own, but Daryl’s

Grabbing your coat, you ran outside, finding Daryl on the porch and Rick standing in the worn path near the house. A little behind Rick were Merle and Ro; Merle with a shotgun pointed at the winding path that led to the cabins.

In the distance, three vehicles approached, a Jeep, a Cherokee, and an RV.

“That’s Shane and Lori,” Rick said, but his hand was on the butt of his revolver, you noticed.

You approached Daryl, standing next to him as he held his crossbow, lowered, but seemingly ready to aim at a moment’s notice.

“You said it was just them two,” Merle shouted. “Then explain the rest of ‘em.”

The cars continued to approach, Rick glanced around, his eyes landing on Merle, who had his rifle raised.

“Put that down, Merle,” Rick ordered.

“Ya gonna make me?”

Daryl gruffly shouted, “Merle!”

Merle shrugged his shoulders. “Fine. If y’all wanna risk it, but don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Glenn, from across the way, spoke up. “It’s all good. More people, yeah? Safer that way.”

You agreed with Glenn and Rick, at least on principle. Yet, right now, on the verge of your heat, the thought of strangers being near you or your nest, felt like a threat on your pack’s territory.

Just then, Carl ran out of the cabin next door, without a coat on. Merle lowered his gun even more at the sight of the pup, but you could still see the tension in his shoulders. Next to him, Ro was quiet and still, his hand at his side holding a gun.

The red Jeep barely came to a stop before Lori appeared, throwing herself out of the passenger side door and running to Carl. Shane got out, too, and you relaxed at that. If Rick trusted Shane enough to tell him about this place, then the people with Shane had to be trustworthy, too, right?

Shane’s scent didn’t alarm you, not like it had the first time you’d met him, but there were more alphas’ scents emanating as other people emerged from their vehicles. One alpha’s odor burnt in your nostrils; when a balding, scowling man looked your way, you knew it was him. In the same car were a thin woman and a cowering little girl, who was around Carl’s age.

The alpha stared at you, his eyes bulging, it seemed, making you gasp and hide behind Daryl. Daryl squared his shoulders and adjusted his grip on the crossbow as Rick took an intimidating step toward the strange alpha.

Still, the frightening man didn’t look away.

Rick’s voice sliced through your fog. “Inside. Now.”

Not a command, and not directed at you.

Daryl said, “Holler if—”

“I will,” Rick replied, keeping his eyes on the strangers.

Daryl took you by the arm and guided you back into the cabin. Inside the warm living room, you took off your outerwear as quickly as you donned it moments ago. Your body was at war with your mind. Cramps of need swept through your middle, beginning the incessant pulsing at your core. You reached for the kitchen table to steady yourself, but Daryl caught you, holding you tightly against him, your backside pressing against his front. Slick moistened your underwear, and Daryl’s reaction was nearly instantaneous as you felt him grow hard against you.

Glancing out the windows to see Rick shaking hands with the strangers, you trembled as Daryl let out a possessive growl and rubbed his scent on you. Melting against him with a whimper, you let your instincts take over, ignoring the activity outside. With a huff, Daryl let go of you for just a moment to shoulder his crossbow, then he practically shoved you to the basement door. Eagerly you obeyed, flying down the stairs and burrowing on top of your nest.

“Daryl,” you whined, stripping off your layers of warm clothing and gazing up at him.

He locked the door, and after placing his weapon nearby, Daryl laid next to you, pulling you against him and running his teeth along your neck.

“Fuck, Bubbie,” he groaned, and began kissing his mark. With his hand on your hip, he pulled you to him and threw a leg over you, kissing and fondling you onto your back. Ridding himself quickly of his clothes, Daryl lowered himself above you, his bare skin on yours as he settled between your legs and kissed you again.

Your core throbbed, clenching and unclenching, demanding more than kisses from the alpha on top of you. Daryl started pressing his cock to the apex of your thighs, just slowly grinding his hips against you as his mouth and hands worked you to a fever pitch. You grabbed at him, too, sinking your nails into his back, squeezing his upper arms, reaching for his ass to urge him closer. Daryl was frantic and somehow still gentle, knowing all your favorite places for his mouth and hands. The scent of your arousal only grew stronger, and Daryl groaned in response. Fumbling, he rearranged himself so he rested on one forearm while his other hand cupped your mound. Taking one breast into his mouth, Daryl sucked and nipped at your sensitive bud as he slipped a finger inside you.

“Yer so wet, ‘mega’” he told you, “Jus’ lettin’ me right in. Feel so good on my hand.”

Your belly fluttered at his praise. Raising your hips to meet his hand you moved slowly, then with more intensity as he added another finger. His hand knew just how to make you come unraveled.

“Yes, Daryl, please .” you begged, getting close.

Suddenly, Daryl’s fingers left you, and you cried out in protest. He silenced you with a kiss on your mouth, immediately breaching the seam of your lips with his tongue. At the same time, his cock slipped through your folds and found its home in your soaking, needy pussy.

“Ye-e-e-sss,” you moaned. His cock was so big and perfect, stretching you and filling you. When he started moving you hung onto him for dear life, savoring the feel of him inside you, of his mouth on yours, of his entire body caging you in.

In your soul, you felt Daryl too, his passion and his desire, crashing into you the more he worked your body. He paused his kisses and locked eyes with you, holding your face in his hands as he thrust, the steady movement of his cock inside you sending you over the edge.

“I love you, Daryl,” you moaned, pulsing around him and holding his gaze. His knot notched into place, and he came, filling you even more. Nuzzling your gland and his mark, Daryl kissed you gently, then his mouth moved, lightly kissing your jaw then your mouth. He collapsed on top of you then rolled you over so you could lay on his chest, his knot holding you together. Reaching beside you, you found one of your favorite knitted blankets and covered you both.

Still breathing heavily, Daryl cradled you in his arms, teeth teasing your earlobe as you sighed against him.

“I love ya, too, Bubbie,” he whispered, speaking the words aloud for the first time.

You wondered if he felt the fullness of your heart through the bond. He must have because he sighed and relaxed, whispering more sweet words in your ear.

“So perfect, my omega, so strong.”

Almost nothing else existed as Daryl held you in your makeshift nest. Only one piece was missing, and as you nestled into Daryl’s chest, you hoped that Rick would join you soon.

==

Next chapter.

==

If you want to be on the taglist, fill out this form.

If you want to be removed from the taglist, reply here or send me an ask/message.

@livingdeadblondequeen @phoenixblack89 @green-eyedladywrites @in-this-minute @takeabreathdeath @ravendixon @gypsytraveler86-blog @xojdmasf @daisy107 @angelrenee239 @sleepyamaya @no-tresspassing @carol @taintedxkisses @bl4ckt00thgr1n @glitch0o0 @micheleamidalajedi @lonelywolfheart @jad3djay @catholicraisin @harringtonstudios @brittney69 @littlelovebug98 @aureolinb @aeriean @your-momahoe316 @gracefulsunflower @strnqer @meganmayhem89 @quarksnuts @Nano_owl @halfdeadie @crissys-dead @plaguerat44 @madislayyy @xjust-existingx @cjmonsterwolf @Simpsense1945 @foill70 @crazylilad @eldritchenochian @crissys-dead

[sunwarmed-ash]

could you imagine the carnage if I put Johnlock on here???

[sysig]

The brainworms are winning, clearly (Patreon)

[secretagentsagainstwhatever]

fuck copaganda, all my homies hate copaganda…but lowkey there are some great shows and movies about feds

[philtstone]

something something we are sleeping on one of the Flavors within the shawnjuliet dynamic ... "she's my parole officer" "if you go to prison i wont wait for you/i'll escape we both know that" "chief hes covering for me" scene ofc .... that bit where high school juliet knocked some girl out for being just slightly duplicitous about nail polish while high school shawn was stealing a car and telling 64 lies a minute ... im percolating give me a second

[vooxian]

(con artist xz x detective yb au)

Leaving so soon? I've been expecting you.

As you know, that's what I do best. Can you keep up?

[divinekangaroo]

I attempted to replay DAII a few weeks back for the pleasure/refresher of the story and the character arcs but just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Have lost lots of capacity to enjoy game mechanics which extend length of time to engage w story and notwithstanding the dialogue is quite excellent (in a game context) it’s clunky for, say, a story, and the physical/visual staging in character interactions is v dated. (Key Settings are pretty decent for symbolism tho)

and that’s when I realised the first time ever why sometimes fans *do* get interested enough to write full novelisations of a thing.