#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

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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

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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?

[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!

[sunwarmed-ash]

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

[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.

[rp-partnerfinder]

hello! 🥀🕊️ 27 looking for other writers 25+ to write an EXTREMELY large age gap novella-length plot between my hardened ex-military widower and a much, much younger woman (potentially older 🍪 depending on our compatibility as writers). I’d love to write the inner turmoil of it all and a genuine love that just sort of happens, but is obviously so wrong and so forbidden! Bonus points for additional forbidden elements like dad’s best friend, teacher/student, cop/delinquent, therapist/client, ect. I love the impassioned slow burns and the excruciating want and the mental obsession despite the shame. Also open to very mild dd/lg themes (nicknames, clothing) but again very dependent on our compatibility as writers. please be comfortable with at least a 30yr age gap, potentially up to 40yrs and dead dove themes.

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[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

[gurugirl]

The Con Artist | Part 1*

Summary: 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.

A/n: This is detective!harry x crimina!reader / y/n | This will be a short series (3-7? parts). The Con Artist Masterlist

6.7k words

Warning: Criminal activity detailed (drugging, stealing, conning), smut (oral sex)

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The first time you remember stealing anything was when you were about three years old. From what you recall, you were with your mother at a dollar store of some sort. On the bottom shelf in one of the aisles was a pretty mirrored compact. It snapped close with a satisfying click and opened up easily for your three-year-old hands and so you put it into your mother’s purse as she was bringing you out of the store.

Being three years old, though, you forgot all about the mirrored compact when she surprised you with a toy she bought for you. The next day she came across the stolen item and somehow, she knew you’d done it. Because maybe there had been some sort of pattern. You just can’t remember stealing before that day.

But then you started stealing clothes from the mall when you were older. Lip balm (you became fond of the Chanel lip balm in Light but frequently settled for a Lancôme or Clinique as they were usually easier to snatch up), candles (the expensive ones to make it worth your while), pens, and lighters. You stole anything small enough to be taken without anyone noticing.

The only time you ever got caught was when your mom found the mirrored case in her purse when you were three. Even now, 23 years later. Here you are, stealing for a living. The man lying on the bed you are standing next to is knocked out cold. You may or may not have slipped him a little something to send him off to sleepy time before he could take his pants off, but that was the game. He wanted something and so did you.

Yours was a simple grift. Straight men are easy. All you have to do is hang out in really nice clubs and bars near the nice neighborhoods. Dress a certain way. Talk a certain way. Compliment the man. Compliment him some more. Laugh at his attempt at flirting and play dumb. Definitely laugh at his jokes. Act dumb. Sit alone. Bat your lashes. That kind of bullshit.

The man would need to be rich, or if not rich, showy and cocky (because how fucking annoying is a showy cocky asshole with nothing to actually show for it?). You typically looked for a nice watch (Rolex is easy to spot, but the really expensive watches are Audemars Piguet and Patek Philippe). He’d need to be a little drunk. Or even desperate is fine. Sometimes drunk isn’t necessary. You just need to get him to take you to his home. Never to yours. Married men would suggest a hotel. And that could work too, under the right circumstances. And married men were special because they’d never report you.

Then, once you’re in his house you suggest a nightcap, a drink for your nerves you say (a lie because you don’t drink alcohol) and insist on making them yourself. Drop in enough crushed benzos and voila. The man thinks he’s about to get laid but he falls asleep fast and you steal his cash and his jewelry. And sometimes a few other things you can take with you on your way out the door.

Tonight’s meal is a married man but his wife is out of town. The “house” is in Hope Ranch but it’s more like a mansion. It’s massive and the guy is loaded. That’s all you care about.

You served him a gin and tonic with a lime wedge and 10 mg of crushed-up benzos. You poured yourself a tonic and chucked a lime in for good measure, so it looked like you were drinking too.

He brought you to his room after drinking his glass of nighty-night juice and you could tell it was taking effect. He fell asleep almost too quickly. But who were you to complain? His wallet was lying on the coffee table and his Rolex was an easy snag. You were out the door in less than an hour. He only had about $50 cash in his wallet but the Rolex would be worth around nine thousand dollars for you. You loved the dumbasses with the expensive watches the most. Rolexes are a dime a dozen. They’re the easiest to come by and the easiest to get rid of.

By the time you get back to your little studio, it’s past 3 am. You don’t live in the best part of LA but it’s also not bad. Koreatown has its moments. The supposedly haunted Gaylord Apartments studio has been your home for the last two years. You truly could afford something nicer but it’s hard to imagine paying more than you already do for rent. It’s a waste of money really. You’re living fine and saving your cash. You don’t want to be a thief all your life. Just for long enough to save up so you can go anywhere you want, buy a house for cash, and live out your days as an old maid who never found love. Because love seems like a pipe dream at this point.

Men suck. But then again, you’re not really much of a catch yourself. So ending up alone is probably your true calling. You’ll buy a bunch of books, get a few cats, maybe grow a garden and wear robes all day long. Drink cold juice and watch murder mysteries at night with your cats all curled up around you, and fall asleep on your couch because sleeping alone in your bed just sounds depressing. And maybe you’ll do some traveling. Who knows? You’ve amassed a decent amount of money. You’ve given yourself until 30 and then you’ll call it quits. Just a few more years.

At the Gaylord, you’re not allowed to have pets, but you can have fish. You crouch down to look into your aquarium and see that Buster and Barry are fine. They usually are. They’re pea puffers. Kind of cute really. But Buster killed his first mate, Brenda.  When you introduced Barry, Buster left him alone. Buster and Barry don’t usually interact which is why they get along. You had no idea that puffers could tend to be aggressive but when Brenda was found belly up in the 10-gallon tank one Thursday evening after you’d secured a nice Saint Laurent coat and a Royal Oak Piguet, you were quite disappointed. You’d had such a good night too. The Royal Oak was worth close to $60 thousand. And the coat was just an extra on your way out the door. But poor Brenda. Dead in a day.

You turned off their fish tank light, “Goodnight boys.”

At night, when you were alone in your bed you’d think about the things you’d done. You never really found guilt anytime you thought back. You did feel like what you were doing was wrong, though. You knew that much, you just didn’t feel that bad about any of it, though. You’d made yourself a nice small fortune and you did it doing something you loved. Why did you love stealing from unsuspecting idiot men?

Who knows?

You had a mostly-typical upbringing. Your mom and dad split when you were five and you saw your dad every other weekend like most of your friends with their dads.

Your mom was a good mom. She took care of you. Loved you. Protected you. Encouraged you.

You didn’t have an unusual childhood. Others who had it far worse turned out normal. You had no excuse. No trauma to point at. No mental health problems ran in the family. No vendetta against men. Nothing to prove.

You just liked it. There was a thrill that came with it. And the better you got at it, the more fun it was. And you loathed the idea of working a regular job somewhere earning a living wage. A living wage. What a joke. You were earning like a CEO and not once did you ever have to put out for anyone you didn’t want to. Everything was on your terms.

You could sleep in as late as you wanted. Skip a day of work if you chose, never needing to call anyone to tell them you were taking a sick day. You could do two in one day if you were on a roll. Or you could abandon ship if the man you started chatting up turned out to be someone you could actually see yourself fucking. Because you did draw the line there.

If you started to become interested in the guy, or he was attractive enough, and he invited you back to his place you would have a choice to make. You could stay the course, drug him, and then steal his watch and his money or you could just have a fun night with an attractive man at his place. You wouldn’t steal from someone you’d slept with. You had some moral boundaries.

You were nice, though. You weren’t like a bitch to anyone. But I guess ask any of the men you’d stolen from and they’d have a different mind about that. You had a small handful of friends. You didn’t like letting people get too close, though. For good reason. Because when you got close it became harder to hide your dark secret. People always asked what you did for a living. What an intrusive question to ask anyone. You always made up some lie about working online and inputting data for a medical corporation. Something that pointed to you making just enough money that would explain your nice clothes and expensive purses, but also that would have you home during the day.

Your best friend, Raechel knows your secret. Probably your mom as well. Also, Josh who buys your stolen goods but that’s a different story. But that’s it. In the whole wide world, you have one person that you’ve told directly what you do (again, not counting Josh). Because you couldn’t hide it anymore. And Raechel is still around. She’s your best friend. Now your mom, well, you never told her but she knows. She’s not dumb.

Bright and early the next morning, if you can consider 11:30 am bright and early, you headed to your dealer slash fence man, Josh, after shooting him a message that you were on your way.

You had with you the white dial Rolex Daytona you took off of whatever his name was the night before. Now, this watch is worth about $20,000 but Josh would take a big cut of the profit because he was the one going and selling the stolen item, he needed to make money from the deal too. Plus whoever he sold it to wouldn’t pay him the full $20,000 either, because they also needed to make a profit.

You met him in your usual spot. He took a look at the jewelry and searched for the model reference number to make sure of its value. Then you left with $8,500 in cash and a quarter ounce of Girl Scout Cookies (that’s a nice strain of marijuana bud to clarify).

The bank wouldn’t take big ass deposits like that at a time or there’d be some kind of flag on your account and it would get reported to the IRS (protocol), so you generally would only deposit $3,000 at a time. Which also meant you had a large stash of cash in your apartment at all times. You tried to space out the deposits. Had multiple bank accounts at different banks, and went to different branches in different locations but cash was difficult to work with at times. It was the only part of the job you hated. Dealing with all that cash. Especially when you preferred to save most of it. You usually bought yourself nice things, but most of your money you didn’t touch. You were serious about your future plan of buying a house for cash and getting lots of cats.

Tonight you planned on going to the Warwick again. The last time you were there was six months ago. You’d gotten a big hit with a B-list celebrity and you didn’t want to show your face around there for a while just in case he found you there or anyone recognized you somehow. Six months seemed like a good amount of time to wait.

You stopped at your favorite café and picked up a latte and scone to go. Then you walked to Liberty Park to drink and eat your breakfast slash lunch in the sunshine.

You wondered who would be at the club tonight. The Warwick was usually crawling with celebrities (lots of money). You knew how to handle them all. It really didn’t take much though. Look cute, act dumb. Usually. There were a few times you’d encountered a celebrity or wealthy man who was looking for someone with substance, but that wasn’t what you were going for. You searched for the ones who wanted one fun night and nothing more.

You were sitting on the concrete ledge near the sculpture and sipping your hot latte when a shadow appeared blocking the sun from your body. You looked up to see a tall man looking down at you. Instantly you sat up straight. He was very attractive.

“Hi… I was hoping you could point me in the direction of The Ritz Carlton. I seem to be lost…” he looked at his cell phone and then held its screen to your face and you laughed, placing your latte down next to you.

You stood up and smiled and noticed he didn’t have a watch on his wrist (old habit), “You’re definitely lost. The nearest Ritz is gonna be like a 45-minute walk from here. It’s that way,” you pointed in the direction of the 110, though it couldn’t be seen from where you were.

“Fuck. Well, thank you, I guess. I’m new here and went for a walk and found myself enjoying the sun and now here I am. Lost puppy in a big city.”

The man had thick, dark hair, seafoam green eyes with a dark green limbal ring, richly pigmented lips, and a jawline that could cut rock. And he was British. Clearly from out of town.

You held out your hand and introduced yourself and he quickly wrapped his big paw around yours and you saw the tattoo on his wrist. His clothes didn’t indicate that he was well-off. But sometimes it was hard to tell. Some rich guys didn’t give a fuck. This one didn’t. If he was, in fact, wealthy.

“Harry. Nice to meet you. S’hard finding a friendly face in a new city. Do you live here?”

“I do. Not far from here. What are you in town for, Harry?” You asked, keeping eye contact. You didn’t know if you should size him up for a job or see if you could get him to take you back to his hotel for a fuck. This guy looked like he could fuck. Tall and broad, deep voice, and big hands. A dimpled smile.

“Ahh, just work. Plan to be here for about a month. Staying at The Ritz off Olympic while I’m in town,” he smirked at you and that was all you needed to hear to know he was interested. Yeah, you’d fuck him.

“Is that so? For a month huh? Here, let me give you my number, ya know, in case you need anyone to show you around. A friendly face like you said…” you gestured toward his phone so you could put your number in and he unlocked it and opened up his messages app.

You were bold. You had no problem picking up a guy to fuck. You just needed to be somewhat straightforward. Your jobs were different. Playing coy was the game when they wanted to feel like they were in charge. But when it came to actually fucking someone, you were in charge and you wanted them to know it.

“Seems quite forward to give your number to a complete stranger, Y/n,” he spoke your name, wrapping his lips around the vowels in the most sensual way. That mouth of his could do some damage. You swallowed.

You laughed and shrugged, “Not really. It’s just a number. Now, what you do with it is up to you. If you’re bold, you’ll use it.”

Harry grinned at you and the way you nearly let your knees buckle when you saw his dimples was not a normal reaction. But Harry was gorgeous. You'd let him fuck you if he was into it. Absolutely. This man could get it from the top to the bottom. He was well-muscled and sturdy under his clothes. Something told you he’d have a big dick too and you’d love to let him use it on you.

You shook yourself of your thoughts and Harry cleared his throat, “Well, thank you. I’ll certainly consider calling you,” he lifted his cell phone upward as he spoke.

You were a little disappointed by his remark. Consider calling you? What the fuck? Maybe he wasn’t straight. Would explain why you found him attractive. All the hot ones were some shade of gay. But he was flirting with you... Wasn’t he?

Harry waved as he walked off and you sat back down to finish your latte and dry scone.

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You got yourself dolled up and tried to erase the way you were feeling annoyed that Harry hadn’t messaged you or called you. You gave him your number. You were rarely rejected. Unless he was gay… You laughed at yourself as you sprayed your hair to hold the style and then looked at your phone again. It was 9 pm. The perfect time to show up at the Warwick. It was time to work.

You were let in with no problem, despite the long line to get in. No cover for you. You got yourself a soda water with lemon and sauntered around the perimeter. Lots of groups tonight. Some of the guys watched you walk by. But you were specific. Precise about the men you worked. The young ones in the groups were probably spending more than they could afford to be there. Not your type. You moved along the lower room until you spotted a group of men sitting together. Now, these guys were job material. Men with money.

You neared them slowly, sipping your soda water until one of them looked up and saw you. You smiled at him and kept walking until you found a place to sit where you could be in the sight line of the man with whom you smiled. He had his eyes on you alright.

You’d give it ten minutes before heading their way. Just to see if he’d come to you first. Just to see if he was into feeling like he had the upper hand. Sometimes older men preferred more traditional roles and liked to be the aggressor. Oh, little did they know…

You swung your left leg over your right one, letting your dress ride up your thigh so he could see what you were working with. You smiled at him again and then looked away, pretending to be caught in the act.

But then suddenly someone sat down next to you, catching you off guard. You jerked your neck toward the intruder (this was not uncommon), ready to tell him to buzz off when you were met with the warm smile of the man you couldn’t stop thinking about.

Your look of disdain quickly turned to one of excitement and you couldn’t help the smile that crawled over your face at the sight of Harry. He was in a suit; his hair was styled just so with a thick curl falling over his forehead. He had rings on his fingers and he looked like he’d been drinking a little with dazed-out eyes on yours.

“Y/n. I didn’t expect to see you here,” his gaze dropped down to your dress and your thigh and then back up to your face.

You mimicked his display, dragging your eyes down his frame and back up to his handsome face, “It’s been a while since I’ve been out. Felt like a good night to have some fun.”

The man you’d scoped, was long forgotten as you and Harry began to chat. He was alone at Warwick. Like you. And he was hot. He was clearly a bit tipsy with the way he was so loose with touching your arm and your hand, the way he’d pause his eyes at your lips as you spoke.

The thing that really got you worked up was how he’d lean in to speak into your ear so you could hear him. It was necessary to do because the club was so loud, but you fucking loved having him so close you could smell him and feel his voice vibrating off your ear.

“You look amazing,” he said as he plucked at the hem of your short dress, his fingers brushing against the skin on your thigh as he did so. Probably on purpose. Definitely on purpose.

You decided he’d be worth the work raincheck. You’d let him fuck you. And it seemed like that’s just what he wanted when his eyes settled on yours and he looked like he wanted to devour you.

“Wanna get out of here?” You asked. You were a-okay with abandoning ship for a hot night with Harry. Work could wait. This man before you, flirting with you and watching your lips as you spoke was ripe for the taking. You didn’t want to miss the chance to try him out in the sack.

Just like he said, the taxi stopped at The Ritz-Carlton on Olympic and he took you up to his room. In the taxi on the way to his hotel, he scooped his arm behind your back and pulled you into his side, brushed your hair from your neck, and put his mouth next to your ear, “You sure you want to do this?”

Your breath hitched in your throat. Yeah, that happened. That never happens. Not to you. You were the one making men’s breath hitch. But Harry had some kind of natural charm about him that matched your own energy. A panty-dropper. But it helped that he was so goddamn fine with a deep British accent and dazzling eyes.

The room didn’t appear to have been slept in, but that’s probably due to the strict housekeeping staff taking care to clean up behind their guests.

You kicked your heels off near the door and Harry walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your front. He kissed your neck first. You were admittedly caught off guard by his energy. He was quite forward and confident.

You leaned your head to the side and smiled when you felt him in your back, poking you with what you knew was going to be a big cock. He was already very turned on.

You turned in his arms to face him and slid your hands up to his shoulders and kept your eyes on his, “I don’t usually do things like this…” you spoke innocently.

Harry tilted his head to the side and smirked. The look on his face said he didn’t believe you, “Me neither.” You certainly didn’t believe him.

You lifted yourself upward on your toes and pressed your mouth to his. You had had enough of the back and forth. It was time to get down to it. Harry’s cock was hard and your panties were wet. That’s all that was necessary at that moment. Talk could wait.

Harry gripped your waist and walked you backward to his bed with his mouth attached to yours. You let go of his shoulders and slid yourself back onto the bed as he crawled after you. You grabbed his collar and pulled him down to you, lips locking together in haste.

Putting your leg over his hip you bucked yourself upward to feel his hard-on under his pants and you moaned at the bulk of him.

“Get your pants off, Harry,” you cooed as you palmed over him. Harry sat back and removed his shirt and there was nothing in you that was disappointed by what you saw. More dark tattoos covering his chest and his arms. His body was masculine and sculpted exactly to your preference. Firm with smooth skin and a smattering of hair at his pecs and under his belly button.

You moved your arms behind your back and unzipped your dress and let it fall down your arms. You were wearing a special bra that was sticky on your breasts, which you’d forgotten about until that moment. It was difficult to remove in one quick go because the sticky inside was super sticky so it stayed put. You sat up and turned away from him as he began to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants.

Pulling the bra away from your skin slowly you looked over your shoulder and Harry was looking at you with his brows scrunched in confusion. You laughed and when you’d removed the bra lifted it upward so he could see, “It’s a sticky bra and it’s awkward to take off. Didn’t want you to see it coming off. It’s less magical that way.”

Harry spit out a laugh as he visually inspected the bra and he nodded, “Okay. If you say so,” taking the bra from your hand and tossing it on the bed. Harry was only in black briefs when he put his hands up to cup your jaw and pulled you in for a kiss. He pushed you back into the bed with his lips smoothing against yours and he settled himself in between your legs. You were left in only your nude thong. Harry’s briefs-covered cock was pressed right over your pussy. He was thick. You knew he was something special down there. He rocked down over you and licked into your mouth. His solid arms kept his torso held up while his hips were pressed down over you.

You bent your right leg at the knee and spread a bit for him to access you better and he moaned.

“You’re getting me wet even through your underwear. Need something, Y/n?” His cocky smirk was warranted. You hated a cocky man but Harry had every reason to be. He was delectable.

“I need you, Harry. S’why I’m here right now,” you spoke in your sultriest voice and licked at the seam of his lips. Harry brought his mouth down slowly, his warm lips pecking and licking a cherished path down toward your breasts. He palmed and sucked at them. You arched your back and panted. He wasn’t going easy on your nipples as he pulled each into his mouth and swirled his tongue around your areola. His nips caused you to moan loudly into the room.

He moved his head further down and you knew what was coming. But in all honesty, you hadn’t shaved in a while. You were full-on bush down there. You didn’t expect to be getting laid tonight. You were on a job when you saw Harry at the club. You got all dolled up, shaved your legs, and did what needed to be done. But no more than what was necessary.

When he got to your hips you braced yourself for him to see your pussy in its natural state. He put his fingers into the band at your hips and looked up at you as he slid them down slowly. You craned your neck up to see what his expression was when he finally took you in.

He saw your bush. You saw him pause at your pussy but he continued dragging your panties downward. You held your breath when he put himself back between your legs and lowered his face to your inner thigh, planting a hot kiss very close to the curve of where your ass and your cunt met.

“Can I?” He looked up at you, his mouth parted in lust. You weren’t going to say no to head. If he wanted to get down there with your wild garden of desire and wrap his mouth around your clit you’d let him.

“Yes,” you smiled but felt yourself blush a little at the idea of being munched on while you’re pussy-scaping was nonexistent.

But he didn’t seem to care at all. He put his lips over your mound and went to town. Like all the way into town and back home again, then back to the strip so he could have dinner and seconds. He found all the parts that needed to be found under your pubic hair. You settled yourself back into the pillow and relaxed. Harry was a man who liked pussy clearly. He wasn’t deterred by the bush one bit.

Your clit was being given sufficient attention when he began to use his fingers in your crease, softly stroking you up and down until he placed his middle finger right at your hole. He prodded it in a bit and you looked down at him between your thighs. He had his eyes closed, his tongue lapping at you then you watched as his lips found your clit and he pulled at it, sucking you into his mouth and you gasped. He was good. This man was hot and he was good at giving head?

“Fuck, Harry! Right there…” you moaned your words, needing to let him know to keep up with what he was doing. He was going to get you off fast this way.

Harry moaned into your pussy and opened his eyes when he heard you and he nuzzled in further, shaking his head left to right quickly and slurping your clit just as he inserted a second finger. You felt it go in. Harry’s fingers were long and he was getting the job done nicely.

You arched your back at the distinct feeling of heat traveling from your groin outward. You slid one of your hands down and placed your fingers into his thick hair. Something you’d wanted to do since you first saw him earlier in the day. You just had no idea it would be happening while he was expertly eating you out in his hotel room at the Ritz.

You bucked upward toward him and panted, “I’m gonna come, Harry… please….” Your voice was shaky and your orgasm was beginning to blossom. Harry was making a mess of his face with your arousal as he dug in further, one hand holding you down while his other kept his fingers stroking your walls just like you needed.

The snap fuzzed up your hearing for a moment. Your ears rang as you came in his mouth, your body stiffening and jolting with each stroke of his tongue. You were sure you were speaking but your mouth and your brain didn’t meet up as you quivered under the man who was lapping at your pussy like there was no hair in the way.

You opened your eyes when Harry kissed both sides of your hips and sat back. He looked down at you with a grin as your chest was rising and falling quickly, “Holy shit. That was the fastest I’ve ever come from… that.”

Harry chuckled and got off the bed. He walked toward the dresser and you could see his hard cock pressing against the front of his dark briefs. He grabbed two glasses and a bottle of water and brought them to the bed. Pouring a glass for himself and for you. He sat down next to you as you sat up and handed you the glass, which you happily guzzled down. Harry did the same. You hoped he wasn’t washing away the taste of your hairy pussy. That would be embarrassing.

“Sorry. About the lack of trimming. I really didn’t expect to show anyone the goods tonight,” you laughed. It was so ridiculous for you to be apologizing for that. It was natural for most women to have hair on their crotch. Just like it was for men. You weren’t sure why you were apologizing. Maybe it was because Harry was so incredibly attractive.

Harry’s brows pinched together and he frowned, “Really? I mean, I don’t care about the hair, but you weren’t thinking you were gonna laid tonight? Looking like that?”

You shook your head, “No. Truly.”

“Well, you have a beautiful pussy. I doubt anyone would ever kick you out of bed for going au natural. Doesn’t bother me.”

You smiled at him and leaned forward to brush the back of your hand over his cock, “What about you? Do your trim?” You smirked.

Harry laughed through his nose and took your glass, placing his and yours on the side table before covering your hand with his and pressing your palm down on his lengthy cock. He brought his other hand up to you, his fingers at your neck and thumb over your cheek when he leaned in to kiss you.

When he backed away from the kiss he looked down to where he had your palm pressed over him, “Why don’t you check.”

You let out a laugh of disbelief but smiled and took the top band of his underwear in your hands and pulled at it, lowering the material and seeing the smattering of hair at his low stomach turn into a darker, thatch before his cock sprung out. The cock was a total distraction. You had forgotten all about the hair when you saw his large organ standing out.

Harry lifted his hips and helped you pull his underwear down. He was certainly nicely built. That was for sure.

You smiled at him and then looked back down at the masterpiece between his legs and leaned in to kiss the tip. Harry moved back, putting his arms behind him to give you space to worship him.

You heard him inhale a sharp breath when your lips came into contact with the tip of his crown and then you looked up at him, “May I?”

Harry nodded quickly and you stuck your tongue out to lick him up and down. You had a lot of area to cover with his penis but you managed to lick him from base to tip all around. He was very hard in your hand. Heavy and thick. You stuck your tongue softly into the slit at his head and looked up at him. He had his eyes closed and his mouth parted.

Just as you wrapped your lips around his tip and swirled your tongue over his frenulum he jolted his hips and gasped, “Wait, god… hold on…” his hand was at the back of your neck, pulling you off.

You looked up at him and then sat back, causing his hand to fall away from your neck.

“I’m not going to assume you wanted to have sex, but I kind of wanted to,” he kept his dark eyes on you.

You hated giving blow jobs if you were honest and Harry’s cock was going to cause some damage to your tonsils you could already tell. That monster might not even fit quite well enough for you to really get the job done anyway.

“So, you don’t want a blow job?” You queried, just to be sure.

“I love a good blow job, but…” he looked down and laughed as he shook his head and then set his eyes back on yours with a goofy grin, “this,” he gestured toward his crotch, “tends to take a little training. Not the easiest man to suck off.”

You raised your brows and scoffed, “So, you’re saying that you think your cock is so fat that I’d have trouble taking it down my throat and you’re giving me an easy out and offering to fuck me with that instead of choking me with it?”

Harry barked out a laugh and nodded, “Well, I guess you could put it that way.”

“Thank God, because that thing is quite daunting. Would rather have it in my vagina than my throat, so thank you for that,” you couldn’t believe this man, but he wasn’t wrong. In all honesty, he probably got used to this spiel. It kind of sounded like he’d said it all before.

“So you do want to have sex?” Harry repeated to be sure.

You rolled your eyes and climbed over his thighs, pushing at his chest to bring his back down to the mattress. You straddled his hips and put your unshaven pussy over his cock and then kissed him as your answer. You rolled your hips up and down and Harry grabbed your ass and guided you up and down along his shaft.

There was a lot of girth to rub yourself on with him so your clit was being pressed into on each stroke. Harry moaned into your mouth and pressed you down harder over him as he rocked upward, pressing himself between your slick folds.

“Come on…” he breathed out, “I’ve got a condom,” he said and nudged you up. You stayed in his lap as he leaned over and pulled out a condom from the side table. You found it interesting that he had a condom there being that this was a hotel room. You knew the pattern of men staying in hotels.

Condoms would typically be kept in the luggage or a wallet. Unless the man was expecting company… But you decided to let it go. So what if he was expecting company? Maybe he planned on getting lucky tonight when he went out and thought ahead by putting condoms conveniently in the side table (which is odd for a man to think ahead like that). A woman, now she would think ahead and put condoms in the side table because women think about things like that. Men don’t. Not normally. It’s not a big deal, but it’s also out of character for a man staying in a hotel that he only very recently checked into.

“You okay?” Harry asked you, making you realize you were stuck in your head a bit.

“Oh… yeah. I’m totally good,” you nodded feeling a bit like you were missing something important. Like you were being forewarned of something by the tiny revelation you just had.

You took a breath and tried to push the sudden inexplicable feeling you had down. You wanted him to fuck you. Of course, you did. But what was that feeling you were getting? This sense that something was off? You knew to trust your senses. You had a good read on people and something was not quite right. And you saw him twice in one day? In LA of all places? A strange man from out of town? Yeah… something was off.

You put your hands on Harry’s shoulders and frowned, “I’m… sorry…” you pinched your brows together as you slid off of his lap, “I think I should go.”

Part 2

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