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Teenage Girl from Sonari Missing After Writing Suicide Note
A 17-year-old girl from Sonari, Jamshedpur, went missing after leaving a suicide note, prompting an FIR after three days of delay. Key Points: â 17-year-old girl wrote a suicide note on Instagram and WhatsApp. â The girl mentioned being harassed by a boy before disappearing on September 6. â FIR was filed three days later after intervention by Vikas Singh. JAMSHEDPUR â A 17-year-old girl fromâŠ
#à€à€šà€à„à€”à€š#instagram#Jamshedpur#Jhabri Basti#Life#Police Inaction#Sonari#suicide note#teenage girl missing#Vikas Singh#Vishambhar Murmu#WhatsApp
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Sammymacks doodle dump
#sam and max#sam and max freelance police#freelance police#samnmax#there's only two types of art on this blog. ooc and sh*posts#sorry for long inactivity. school is torturing me rnđ#my art#narnour's art
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Re: UK Far Right Riots
I have it on very good authority that the right wing fucking idiots who call themselves "Stand in the park" or some variation on that theme (the libertarians that wear yellow and hold up signs in local parks and on roundabouts shouting about Jews , George Soros , Vaccines and Lockdowns) are currently directly involved with fascist groups like BNP and EDL that are organising these riots and are being used as fodder to instigate 'protests' or riots of their own in their towns to divert police resources away from the larger riots getting news coverage.
Scarily, it seems the Far Right are more militaristically and logistically organised than they've ever been. My town is unheard of and irrelevant and yet the organisation has come out of nowhere seemingly overnight.
Stay informed.
Anyway, any leftists in the south of England that are as sick of this as I am and want to do something about it for once, hit me up. I can't keep watching this and seeing this and doing nothing
#uk politics#UK Riots#Far Right Fight#Because the police are useless#Because Labour think they can wrangle the fascists to vote for them like they did with the Conservatives via inaction and light sentencing#Because as Leftists we're the only ones who will refuse to capitulate to fascists#and fuck. is it not time for millitancy of our own in defense of minorities and democracy?
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Still can't believe they made Deuce say he wants to be a cop when he's older....in front of the dude who hates his cop family for being cops
#im sorry that an ugly bitch would even SAY that to you idia#id say it doesnt make sense for his character but ik too many fellow poor people whove had their family devastated by either police#inaction or by unfairly jailing one of their family members who still somehow fall over themselves to lick cop boots#the chad cop hating ruggie vs the virgin cop loving deuce#if theres future art of deuce as a cop im killing mysel#deuce gets deradicalized when?#twst
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also fucking embarrassed by the leftists who donât believe in lesser evils. literally saw someone say with their whole chest that voting blue is the exact same as voting red, so you shouldnât do either. but while voting blue doesnât GUARANTEE better circumstances for minorities it DOES keep more of them from fucking dying. like fuck democrats but theyâre also USEFUL. have you ever heard of harm reduction
#itâs 4 am so itâs probably not totally coherent. my main point is please fucking vote even if you hate it#leftism doesnât mean you get to pick and choose how you support minorities. it means you believe in doing a shitty thing to prevent worse#god i canât fucking stand inactivity. this is a fascist police state and ONLY working within your community isnât enough#love me some mutual aid but also. u gotta vote. im not saying vote blue no matter who but FUCKING DO SOME HARM REDUCTION#this was a 33 year old who said this too.. fucking embarrassing#michi.txt
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Bill Wilson, in his thesis on the Northern Territory Native Police, called the fifteen years that followed a time of institutionalised violence. Senior officials â police and civilians â knew what was happening and they did nothing.
Despite this knowledge, the native police, particularly in Central Australia, operated with only minimal controls. Police records were brief and sometimes written up from memory. The native police were brutal and operated outside the law when they wantonly killed other Aboriginal people. Police violence was at the extreme coercive end of the violence continuum and remained there until the native police were disbanded.
"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
#book quotes#killing for country#david marr#nonfiction#bill wilson#thesis#nt#northern territory#native police#australia#institutionalized violence#police violence#police brutality#police#civilians#inaction#disbanded#central australia
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News of the killings reached the Police Commissioner, who did nothing for months until Ernest Henry made an odd appearance in The Brisbane Courier.
"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
#book quote#killing for country#david marr#nonfiction#news#killing#death#native police#police brutality#police violence#police commissioner#inaction#ernest henry#the brisbane courier#newspaper#journalism
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Canadian cops corrupt?
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Chairman of Swarnim Nari Shakti Foundation Assaulted; Clash Erupts in Bokaroâs Harla
Violence ensues as women retaliate; police accused of inaction during the incident. Maya Pandey, Chairman of the Swarnim Nari Shakti Suraksha Foundation, was publicly assaulted in Harlaâs Sector 9, sparking a violent clash between both sides. BOKARO â In Harlaâs Sector 9, Maya Pandey, Chairman of the Swarnim Nari Shakti Suraksha Foundation, was attacked by one N Mahto, leading to a confrontationâŠ
#à€°à€Ÿà€à„à€Ż#domestic violence#Harla Sector 9#IG Michaelraj S.#Maya Pandey assault#N Mahto#P Devi#Police Inaction#public brawl#state#Swarnim Nari Shakti Suraksha Foundation#Women&039;s Rights
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Oooohh i have a request!:
Playing ânever have i everâ or something like that with logan and wade (maybe along the lines of a boring friday night with nothing else to do) and you admit to never having an orgasm by anyone but yourself
Flash forward youâre in loganâs arms and wade is eating the fuck out of your pussy, and then they switch đđ
iâve written something similar two the second part here, but i love the never have i ever idea! // divider from @strangergraphics
boredom isnât something heroes are used to. thereâs always something happening somewhere, someone needing to be saved. but tonight, everything is quiet. the three of you were suspicious at first, but you checked every police scanner, news outlet, and all of your contacts and came up with nothing. the bad guys had decided to take an evening off, and now you were stuck with nothing to do.
you, wade, and logan all sit around in the living room with bottles of beer. you and wade stare at the mindless gameshow on tv while logan rests his eyes. youâre definitely bored, but wade is restless. itâs like heâs itching for something to do, like his body is physically unable to handle the inactivity.
âwhy donât we play a game?â wade asks, startling logan awake.
the two of you look over at wade. âwhat kind of game?â you ask.
âi donât know, ânever have i ever?ââ
logan rolls his eyes, then shuts them again. heâll deny any âold manâ comments, but he really is one. you elbow logan in the side and he opens them again.
âcome on, itâll be fun,â wade pleads.
âitâs not like we have anything better to do,â you say to logan. reluctantly, he agrees.
you reposition yourselves in the living room. you sit on the couch, leaned against the arm with your feet in loganâs lap, who sits on the other end. wade sits on the floor by the coffee table, his beer on the table without a coaster next to him.
âthis is your game, wilson. you start,â logan says before taking a sip of his beer.
âno, donât drink! you only drink if youâve done the thing i say,â wade scoffs. how can logan be so old and still know nothing about fun? âokay, okay. never have i ever⊠gotten arrested.â
you furrow your eyebrows at him while logan takes a drink. youâre almost certainly wade has been arrested before. âi donât think youâre playing this game right,â you say. âyou have to say things youâve never done.â
wade scoffs. âi havenât been arrested, thank you very much. all the cops whoâve tried have mysteriously ended up with broken noses.â
you roll your eyes at him. âmy turn now? never have i ever⊠cheated on a partner.â
both of them take drinks, wade with more shame than logan. ugh, men.
then itâs loganâs turn. ânever have i ever worn a dress.â
you figure itâs targeted at you, just because loganâs a dick, but to your surprise, wade drinks too. logan raises his eyebrow at him, silently urging him to elaborate.
âyou wish you saw that, huh, peanut?â he taunts instead. logan makes a face at that.
âiâm thankinâ god i didnât have to.â
you play a couple more rounds, all three of you exchanging stories and sipping from your bottles. it takes a lot to get them drunk, but youâre starting to feel it. thereâs a collection of empty bottles, mostly beer, but halfway through the game, wade decided to up the ante with some liquor.
itâs wadeâs turn again and he says, ânever have i ever been with two guys at once.â
he means it as a joke. he doesnât expect anyone to drink. thereâs no way logan would do something like that, and youâre too innocent. thatâs why his eyes practically pop out of his head when you throw back the shot.
the game turned sexual a few rounds ago, but it was pretty mild stuff. talk about doing stuff in public, kinks, freaky shit like that. nothing as interesting as this.
both wade and logan turn their full attention to you, eager to hear this story.
âwhat?â you play dumb.
âtwo guys at once?â wade asks. you shrug.
âit wasnât anything.â
ânah,â logan says, sounding interested for the first time all game. âyou gotta tell us.â
you sigh. âit was a while ago. i met this couple at a bar and they said they were looking for a third. i had nothing better to do and they were both hot, soâŠâ you trail off, shrugging again.
âgive us the gory details. howâd you do it? daisy chain?eiffel tower? double cowgirl? triple spooning? come on, tell us,â wade rambles.
âyouâre a fucking perv,â you tell him and he doesnât deny it. âit was just normal dp.â
logan raises an eyebow. âthat stands for double penetration,â wade tells him.
âi know that. iâm just wondering how you took it all,â logan says.
youâre used to this kind of talk from wade. the man thinks with his dick so much that you question if he even has a brain. youâre not, however, used to this from logan. heâs no prude, but he usually doesnât participate in these kinds of conversations with wade.
âmustâve been a tight fit,â logan adds on.
you look between the men and their interested faces. youâre still pretty bored, the game having grown stale a while ago, and now youâre a tipsy. you want something exciting and right now, youâre feeling bold enough to persue it.
âdo you wanna see?â you ask them.
wade and logan share a glance, but it only takes a second before theyâre replying âyesâ in unison.
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Get us out of this terrible state (urgent now)
Previously ive been trying to raise money for both our wedding and to leave our city but the situation has just become more grim. We have a home lined up already but more funds would expedite the moving process and get us to safety right away. Due to now violent transmisogynist threats against our lives and the inaction of the police were forced to do what we can to speed this right along lest we be forced to continue this with a single income.
What should have been a happy weekend getaway has turned into a long term necessity. Please help us get this done as soon as possible by continuing to give at
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ALL MINE.
ft. leon x f!reader
synopsis. you realize you're in love with your roommate. it sucks that he's ignoring you all of a sudden.
content. 4.7k words. smut. slight jealousy/possessiveness, subby leon, dry humping, handjob, finger sucking, praise & degradation kink, unprotected p in v (riding), overstimulation, creampie, slight subspace.
note. i had mental anguish while writing this so i apologize if it's not my best. i'm also sorry for being so inactive :((
masterlist. i love feedback & reblogs <3
Leon S. Kennedy was probably the best roommate you couldâve asked for.
He had fit the criteria you hand conjured for the perfect housemate the first time you met. Leon was calm, and the apartment was pretty clean. From what you can tell, he cared enough about himself and his surroundings.Â
Hell, the place looked almost uninhabited save for some trinkets and a few bits of his personality sprinkled about.
Only if you had known what you were getting yourself into when you had agreed to become his roommate.
â-
The first month of residing with Leon was great. You rarely crossed paths and never really communicated with each other due to how stressful looking for a new job was, and then proceeding to attend said job was tiring enough for you to make little social interactions.
He was relatively closed off as well. Not talking to you unless necessary or common courtesy such as a simple âGood morning.â
After you settled in, you noticed how much of a strange man Leon was. For one, when he did go to work, he left for weeks at a time, and in his return, he was even more closed off somehow. Leon doesnât spare you a glance or a greeting, only grunting if you ask if he is alright.
Heâs also covered in bruises and bandages, leaving you more concerned.
It made you question who really was your roommate.
In the first meeting you and Leon had, you inquired about his job, mostly to try and figure out how your schedule would work, but also with genuine interest. At the time, he merely shrugged, not answering your question point blank, telling you not to worry about it.Â
He mentioned his past job as a police officer. Youâd dare to ask him more about it, but you didnât want to pry, leaving the questions for another day.
Lately, youâve been wishing more than ever that he had answered the question instead of dodging it. In rare moments that you focus on anything else but your job, it often leads you to think about Leon and what he does while heâs away.
It annoys you too that he doesnât tell you when heâs leaving. He doesnât owe it to you, but some nights you think heâs getting a drink, only to return a few days later bloodied and bruised.
One night, your overthinking got the worst of you after Leon returned to your apartment in the worst condition youâve seen in the past few months youâve been living with him.
Up late, you were in the shared living room, wondering when heâd get home. It had been two weeks since you had last seen Leon. It was way longer than his usual business days. You had been worrying nonstop, not getting a wink of sleep. Was he dead? Youâd be the first suspect on the list.
You had called him multiple times, all going to voicemail. That is until you heard the faint creaking of the front door. There he walked in, faced all fucked up. His lip busted, sporting ugly yellow and purple bruises all over the exposed flesh of his body, and a bandage wrapped around his left hand blotted with dry blood.
He was awkwardly shuffling into the room, trying not to wake, you presume. A bit late for that.Â
âWhere the hell were you, Leon?â your voice breaks the early morning silence.Â
You see him jump slightly in surprise, almost dropping his bag. A different emotion washes through him. A mix of fright and guilt, itâs different from what youâre used to seeing him with.
Leon quickly composes himself, going back to his stoic expression. Taking his shoes caked in mud off at the front door, resting his bag down, he walks over to the kitchen opening the fridge. The light streams out, illuminating the kitchen as you follow him, awaiting an answer.
âDidnât I tell you not to worry about it?â His back is turned to you, rummaging through the contents of the fridge.
âYouâve been gone for two weeks,â you stress with exhaustion, eyeing his injuries. âWhat the fuck happened to you.â
He flexes his broad shoulder before turning around to face you. His gaze pins you down before heâs back to ignoring you as he chugs the cold bottled water in his grasp. The fridge is still open, and it adds more nuisance within you.
âItâs not that bad,â he shrugs. He finally shuts the fridge close, only the moonâs light filtering into the room. âWhy do you care, anyways?â
ââCause when you go missing, Iâll be the one locked up, Leon,â you say. Heâs staring at you, trying to suppress a smirk.Â
âYou sure itâs not âcause you like me? Iâm here to stay.â Is this fucker teasing you? Heâs nothing like you first met him. Maybe itâs the blood loss. But to be fair, this is the first proper conversation youâve had with him in months â you didnât know how he actually was.Â
Rolling your eyes, you ignore him, shifting your focus to his bandaged hand, blood seeping through the fabric.Â
âLet me take a look at that, please,â you urge, taking his hand into yours. You overlook the questions blooming in your mind to tend to his injury.
âOkay.â
You turn the lights on, searching for a first aid kit. Once you retrieve it, youâre back in front of Leon, whoâs sat patiently at the dining table.Â
You roll the sleeves of your sweatshirt up before carefully peeling the fabric sticking to his bloody skin. The large gash on the back of his hand makes you uneasy. Itâs deep, almost to the bone, and blood spills onto his pale skin.
âYour stitches reopened,â you tell him, cleaning the wound with a damp cloth. What did he do to warrant such an injury? âIf it worsens, you need to go to the hospital.âÂ
âMhm, you work with patients?â You shake your head, wrapping the wound with fresh gauze.Â
âWhatâs your job, then?â
You scoffed, âSome office job. Whatâs got you busy, huh?â
âSome government bullshit.â
â-
That night the relationship you had with your roommate shifted. For the better, you supposed.Â
You also bonded better with him the following morning while driving him to the hospital. He was so dramatic, yet he continued to undermine his clearly serious injury, refusing to go. The bleeding had not stopped, and you were worried it could get infected.
He was such a baby. You had bargained with him for his own health, promising to do his chores for a whole month so his hand doesnât get amputated.Â
You never really did figure out what his job was, but you guessed it was most likely confidential. It was a vague answer to your question. He could be lying, but once youâre not behind bars, you canât complain.
You and Leon spent more time with each other.
Even though you had no idea what his job was, he did tell you why he couldnât disclose such information, something along the lines of putting your safety in jeopardy. Wasnât him as your roommate just as dangerous? But you didnât bother. He had his reasons.
Leon, on the other hand, probably learned too much about you and your job.Â
You werenât familiar with the city or the people, so it was nice to talk to someone, and you may have gone overboard. You were here for a better quality of life, and it was significantly better than where you previously lived.Â
You loathed your job. Your co-workers were so condescending and passive-aggressive. Not to mention, you couldnât quit. It paid enough for you to shut your mouth. Well, not to Leon.
Youâre sure heâs sick of you talking and complaining. And when youâre not complaining, you both still get along about other stuff. You mostly banter, though, because Leon is such a child.
The guy can barely care for himself, contradicting what you initially thought about him. You care for him most nights after his so-called âmissions.â You rebandage his wounds, scolding him for not caring about himself while heâs looped up on pain meds.
Any other night â when heâs actively not trying to get killed, and youâre not incredibly busy â you both get drunk to attempt to forget about responsibilities. Often you were spouting drunken, nonsensical rambles as Leon somehow listened to.
Ironically enough, Leon cared about your well-being more than you do. Maybe youâre delusional, but you swear he does more than a normal roommate should. Itâs because youâre constantly checking up on him, you reasoned. Heâs just a respectable person.
But what kind of roommate consistently asks about how youâre going? What roommate get you your favourite takeout when youâre not feeling your best? What roommate threatens to beat the shit out of your annoying co-workers?
But youâve acknowledged that Leon wasnât your average housemate. Not just his job, but who the fuck looks that good when theyâre bleeding out?
â-
Your job has a celebration upcoming, the companyâs 50th anniversary. You barely made it a year working for the place, but you want to make a good impression. You also donât want to bore yourself to death, so why not coerce your lovely roommate to join you as your plus one?
âIâm not gonna go. Donât you hate that place?â You stare up at him, sulking.Â
âGood impressions,â you say before pleading, âCâmon, Leon, please. We can go to the bar after.â
He gives you an unimpressed look before turning away from you.
âIâll pay for you.â Youâre going to go broke because of this man. It catches his attention.Â
âSo desperate,â he chuckles.
âYouâre going?â
âIâm gonna run you dry.â
â-
You definitely werenât prepared to see Leon in a suit when you exited your room. Heâs sat on the couch, his hand nervously running through his hair â notably slicked down with gel.Â
âYou that serious about making me go bankrupt?â You voice jokingly, breaking Leon out of his thoughts.
His eyes trail along your body, admiring the dress you wore â how it hugs the curves of your body â noticeably gulping as he stands up. The black suit fits his body, accentuating his broad physique and nice ass.
âI keep my promises. I hope you do too.â He says, before mumbling, âYou look nice as well.â
You smile at him, ignoring the unusual feeling blooming in your stomach.
The event was indeed incredibly bland. Youâre glad you bribed Leon into joining you. Heâs been your saving grace. His sly quips and awful jokes have made the experience increasingly more bearable.
Your enjoyment seemed to fizzle when your co-workers wanted to converse with you. They never did before. Why would they now?
Then you realize too late that theyâre not here for you. Theyâre there for the attractive male next to you. You watch in amusement as the girl blatantly ignores you in favour of Leon.
Sheâs sweet, youâd imagine, but Leon looks awkward, and thereâs an uneasy feeling bubbling in your gut as she squeezes his arm in a flirting manner. The feeling is unlike what youâve felt earlier.
You could go for a drink right now.Â
The poor girlâs attempt at seducing Leon goes on longer than youâd like. Heâs uncomfortable, and you admire her persistence, but itâs getting on your nerves.
Didnât she get the memo? Heâs your plus one.
You decide to interrupt their conversation, youâre not particularly proud of it, but you want to get drunk. Maybe youâre doing Leon a favour as well.
You pull him away, not offering an explanation, just the promise of getting wasted.Â
When youâre at the bar, you both get settled, conversing and taking shots, all on you, of course.
Leon mentions that he understands why you hate your job and colleagues, and you laugh lightly at his claims. While you two talk, a few guys approach you, trying to get your number or asking to buy you a drink, ignoring Leon.
It wasnât a usual occurrence, but it happened more often than not. And even though you find it flattering, it did begin to irritate you.
You politely declined their requests with an uncomfortable smile on your lips. It felt wrong to indulge in their proposals in front of Leon.
Leonâs eyes gleam with an unknown emotion as another guy approaches you. His grasp on the glass tightens, and it looks like it's about to shatter.
You once again deny the request. As you get more tipsy, your filter worsens as you half-heartedly refuse the poor guy. He walks away, visibly irritated.Â
âThatâs the fifth guy to ask for your number,â Leon states, taking a swig of his whiskey. His grip on the glass loosens, but his shoulders are still tense.Â
You roll your eyes at his over-exaggeration. His suitâs jacket is off, revealing the white button-up shirt underneath.Â
âI wasnât interested. A few girls asked you out, too,â you declared bitterly. Youâre not drunk per se, just very tipsy.Â
âTheyâre not my type.â
âWhatâs your type?â Taking a sip from your drink, you observe Leon shake his head before downing his glass.
âHaving fun?â you inquire, and Leonâs grateful you changed the topic.
âLiquorâs better when itâs free.â
â-
Itâs the next day, and you havenât seen Leon since.Â
When you woke up, you had a pounding headache. You walked into the kitchen expecting to be greeted by an equally shit-faced Leon, but he was nowhere to be found. It was unlike him.
Usually, heâs already making fun of you for being a lightweight, and you attempt to make breakfast together. Heâs probably still in bed. He did drink more than expected. It was a miracle you both got home in one piece.
You took some painkillers before heading back to bed. If youâre up to it, maybe youâll make breakfast later.Â
A few hours have passed, and still no sign of Leon. You wonder if he went to work, but that didnât make sense. Why would he go to work with a hangover? Leon was a bit careless, though.
He was most likely ignoring you. That would be the last thing you wanted. He was the only person you cared to talk as pathetic as it sounds. Did you say something last night that upset him? He was his usual self, but you probably were too drunk to notice something off. Â
He probably has work-related things to worry about. Not everything was about you. Though, you were still concerned.
You had camped in the kitchen for a while, waiting for Leon so you could confront him. You wanted to make sure he was alright.
When he did enter the kitchen, you tried to start a conversation, only for him to dismiss you entirely. He refused to respond to your troubles, getting what he needed and returning to his room.Â
You thought it was a one-off thing, but sadly it wasnât. Leon ignored you the following days, leaving you perplexed. You wished Leon would talk to you about whatâs going on. Isnât that what friends do? Communicate? Every attempt you tried to make was fruitless.
All heâs been doing was ignoring you, and it broke your heart.
His sudden indifference reminded you of when you first moved in. This abrupt disinterest in you left you staring at the ceiling in your bedroom, reflecting on your relationship with Leon.Â
You despise how heâs been acting lately.Â
You despise his reckless behaviour. You despise his hair that falls so perfectly. You despise how considerate he is. You despise how sweet he is to you. You despise how attractive he looks when he walks about the place shirtless, in short shorts that barely contain the flesh of his thighs and lay low on his hips when heâs sweaty after working out.
You despised how other girls looked at Leon. You despised how other guys looked at you, wishing it were him.
But you donât hate him, far from it.
You loved his company. From the first night to the night at the bar. You wouldnât want him to share that with anyone else. He was familiar, so it hurts that heâs been ignoring you.Â
Heâs treating the moments youâve had with him seemingly worthless, the time youâve shared â the late nights when you cared for him. The insecurities you have confided with him. Did it mean anything to him?
He most likely wouldnât reciprocate your feelings, and you doubt he could. His job explains itself, but youâre still worried as a friend â as his roommate.
Your overthinking has got the best of you, and fuck it. Youâre going to confront Leon, whether he likes it or not.
â-
Youâve been building the courage to knock on his door for 20 minutes, pacing back and forth in front of his room door. You didnât want to make him hate you more, but his bitchy attitude made you wonder why you even liked him in the first place.
Knocking on his door, you instantly regretted it, not wanting to make a fool of yourself, but you had to face him sooner or later. The door surprisingly opens, presenting you with a tired Leon dressed in nothing but his boxers. You probably just woke him up.
When you meet his soft gaze, his brows furrow, and he scowls. Itâs been a while since heâs looked at you, so you can take what you can get.Â
âWhat do you want?â Leon dully asks, crossing his arms over his bare chest as he leans on the doorâs framing. Okay, so heâs talking to you after a week of silence, granted, not like he used to, but itâs something.
âWhy have you been avoiding me?â you counter bluntly, glaring at him. His facade crumbles, shoulders dropping as he frowns. He quickly recovers, scoffing and looking anywhere but at you.
âWhat are you talking aboutââÂ
âIâm not a dumbass, Leon. Just why? Are you okay?â you quickly cut off his poor excuse of a response. He shakes his head, his messy hair concealing his eyes as he tries to reply.
The look youâre sending him gives him goosebumps as if youâre reading him with just a glance. You are, and itâs terrifying yet so arousing that you can do so easily. Your eyes donât leave him, trying to figure out his problems. Itâs equally arousing how much you care for him, looking through him like heâs glass.Â
His composure crashes, stuttering an answer youâre unable to pick up. You stare at him, confused at his sudden nervous behaviour.Â
Leonâs selfish for wanting you all to himself. He doesnât want to hurt himself with the rejection that you may throw his way. He doesnât want to feel like that even though your actions say otherwise. He wants to tell you that, but what he says is much more pathetic.
âGod, itâs you,â he repeats. The look of disappointment that crosses your face hurts. It hurt that heâs the one that made you look so broken so quickly.
âWhat?â Your voice falters, but youâre curious despite the ache in your chest. Youâre not surprised. Maybe, a bit shattered.
âNot like that. I mean, fuck, I donât know how to say this.â He awkwardly scratches the back of his neck as he tries to formulate his words, a blush dispersing on his pale cheeks.Â
âI was fucking mad, okay? Not at youâ never at you. I hated how those guys looked at you. I know I shouldnât feel like this. Youâre my roommate, for fucks sake, butââ He continues to ramble on, and the words he spews give you whiplash.Â
Youâre simultaneously flattered by his words and pissed. He was acting like a prick because he was jealous. As much as you were annoyed by his immature behaviour, you couldnât ignore the butterflies swarming your stomach.
You impulsively crash your lips into his. He stops his rambling, startled, before melting into the kiss, his long lashes fluttering close. His plush lips move softly against yours. The kiss is soft and much better than either of you couldâve imagined.
Pulling away from him, you catch your breath, huffing, âYou dumb boy.â
His cheeks darken in colour, the blush leading to the expanse of his chest. He grips your hips, tugging you closer to his body. You feel his dick hardening in confined in his boxers, pressed to your lower stomach.
âFuck,â Leon gasps softly. You tuck strands of hair behind his ear, your nose bumping together as you admire his pretty face.
âAll that from a little kissing?â you breathed against his bruised lips, your fingers toying with the waistline of his boxers. âYou want me to help you, baby boy?â
âYes, please.âÂ
You frown, moving away from his hold. His face falls, his brows furrow in confusion as he pouts. âCâmon, Leon. You really think youâre going to get to cum that easily after ignoring me?â
ââM sorry. I didnât mean to. Please touch me. Iâ Iâll be your good boy,â he pleads, moving back closer to you, wrapping his arms around your midsection.Â
âOkay, sweetheart. Youâll get to cum if you behave.â
He captures your lips in a quick kiss, moaning softly before pulling away. He takes your hand, leading you into his bedroom, and you observe the new surroundings. Even though youâve been roommates for nearly a year, you never saw the inside of his room. Posters of bands you werenât familiar with were on the walls of his room.Â
âOn the bed, baby,â you coo, and Leon shuffles on the navy blue sheets of his bed, leaning against the headboard. You crawl onto the soft sheets, straddling him as you seat yourself on his plush thighs. His warm palms shoot to rest on your waist, softly squeezing them.
He tugs you closer to him, pressing your chest flat against his. Leon gasps softly, his nipples rubbing against the coarse fabric of your tank top.
âSâmuch better than I imagined,â he sighs, guiding your hips so your clothed cunt drags along his prominent bulge. He groans, feeling your cunt dripping, soaking through your panties and shorts.Â
You move back from him, halting your movements on his hardening cock as youâre sat on his thighs once more. Your hands grip his arms, and even though heâs stronger than you, he ceases his motion. Itâs so fucking hot how this huge man submits to you.Â
âYouâve thought about me in your lap?â you tease, palming his erection through his boxers. The head leaks precum, staining the delicate fabric. âPlaying with your pretty cock?â
âMhm,â he whines softly, bucking his hips to your warm touch. His head tilts back, knocking the wooden headboard quietly as he writhes at your touch.Â
âOhh, you poor thing. Cumminâ in your hand wishing it was mine,â you mock, pulling Leonâs boxers down to reveal his throbbing dick flushed pink. It aches for your touch, twitching and smearing his precum on the dark curls on his happy trail.
âFuck, yes.â Leon whimpers when you wrap your digits around his cock, squeezing it, oozing more precum, coating your fingers as you stroke him slowly. His hips eagerly thrust to meet your movement.
âSo, so pretty.â The blush on his cheeks somehow deepens at your words. His head is spinning, and not just from your touch. He roughly grips his silken sheets, bunching them up. You thought he was pretty?
âGod, baby, youâre the prettiest.âÂ
Fuck, had he said that out loud?Â
His back arches as he nears his orgasm, pleasure rushing through his body. His thighs tremble as he spills his cum, coating your hand. You donât stop tugging on his weeping cock, living for the little cries he makes from being overstimulated.
âDonât, mâ sensitiveâ shit,â Leon whines, and you finally take your hand off his spent dick, admiring his cum dribbling onto your fingers. Leon props himself up, chest heaving as he tries to collect himself.
âDid I say you could cum?â you tease. Leonâs eyes widen for a second before pleading for forgiveness.
âI- I didnât mean to. God, Iâm so sorry. Iâll be your good boy.â He sniffles softly, and you take pity on his cries. Youâll punish him another time.
âItâs okay, honey. Can you open wide fâme?â you say. Leon does as heâs told, parting his lips and sticking his tongue out. You wished you could take a picture.Â
You place your index and middle finger on his tongue, pressing down. Leon wraps his lips around your fingers, sucking his cum off them. Moaning softly, he peers up at you through his lashes and gags when you push your fingers further down.
âYouâre such a slut, Leon,â you say, pulling your fingers out his mouth, lips slicked with his spit. You flicked his nipples, causing him to moan loudly. His cock is beginning to harden once more.
âIâm your slut.â
âThink you can go one more round, baby?â you asked, hovering over his rock-hard cock, before sinking down. Your drenched pussy through your thin shorts stimulates his overly sensitive dick, and he groans softly, squeezing your waist.
âWanna take care of you too, angel,â he murmurs into your ear as you grind yourself onto his erection. âCan I eat you, please?â
âMaybe next time, honey.â
âFuck, okay. Can you kiss me?â You press your lips to his softly, and he whimpers sweetly into your mouth. Pulling away from him, you take your shorts and panties off, and theyâre fucking drenched. Leon tugs your tank top off, and you giggle at his eagerness.
Your body, so soft and warm, is pressed against Leonâs. Itâs almost enough to make him cum, and heâs not enough inside you yet. You slide your dripping cunt along his shaft, ensuring heâs fully hard. Leon fucking whines each time the tip of his cock nicks your entrance, begging to plunge in.
Every time the tip nudges your clit, your cunt clenches, and each flutter sends his eyes rolling to the back of his head.
âPlease, angel. Fuck me. Use meâ I donât care. âM all yours.â You guide his cock to your entrance before finally sinking down slowly. The tip enters you with a soft moan. Heâs so fucking thick. Once fully sheathed in you, you grip his shoulders for support.
âYouâre all mine to use, right? F- Fuck, youâre stretching me so good, Leon.â
Your tight walls hug him so tightly, and when you bounce on his cock, each drag of his sensitive dick adds to the building pressure in his tummy. He filled you so good, reaching spots you didnât think were possible as you used him like your toy.
Leon thrusts his hips to meet your pace, your ass slapping his thighs, making obscene sounds. He canât get enough of you. From your tits bouncing as you rode his cock, or the expression you hold when he hits that special spot.Â
Itâs so much better than he has imagined.
He rubs your clit with his thumb, a broken whimper leaving him when your gummy walls clench around him tightly. The pressure in his tummy was rising, and you were no better as he played with your clit.
ââM so close, sweetheart. Can I cum in you, please?â he pleads, his hips stuttering to meet each of your moves. His pink lips parted, eyes barely stayed open, and he looked utterly ruined.
âYes, baby.â You trail kisses along his neck, sucking marks along the column of his throat. Youâre pleased with yourself that youâre the reason he has those marks now. Each bruise you suck on his flesh adds another butterfly to his tummy. Heâs all yours now.
âCum with me, please.â
After a few more thrusts, the pressure within him bursts he cums inside you, filling you with his warm seeds. You climax along with him. Your cunt spasms around his sensitive cock, gushing its arousal, clinging to his happy trail.
You collapse on top of him, your head falling on his shoulder. Leon kisses the top of your head, nuzzling into your hair. You try to get off to clean yourself and Leon up, but arms encircle your waist, preventing you from doing so.
âStay with me, sweetheart. Donât want you leaving.â
You comply, laying with him, your skin, sticky with sweat and cum, clings to his as you both enjoy each otherâs embrace.
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Everybody knows Iâm a good girl, officer âĄ
(colin zabel x under arrest!reader)
Summary: once again, you find yourself being arrested by Colin, adding to his piling stress from an unsolved case. However, you discover that a tiny favor for the detective might bring him some much needed cheerâŠ
Wordcount: 5.7k
Warnings: oral sex (m receiving), car sex, coaxing, reader is under the influence of alcohol, brief mention of a bar fight, aggressive and rude reader, rly vague implied age gap, technically abuse of authority (itâs obvious, but Iâm still putting it out there. I advise not to read if any of this makes you uncomfortable)
A/N: sorry for the major inactivity guys, Iâve been busy! And this fic ended up being longer than I expected, but I hope itâs good enough quality. My first ever smut, so hope u guys enjoy <3 (also sorry if any typos btw T^T)
You stood motionless, reeling from the adrenaline coursing through your veins as the alcohol's effects faded. The rush of emotion receded to an eerie calm. As your vision adjusted in the dim light, the scene came into focus - onlookers surrounded you and a woman now being helped from the floor. Through the buzz still clouding your mind, one detail emerged with painful clarity: her bruised and bloodied face, a stark reminder of the harm just caused in a moment of impaired impulse and from your god awful temper.
Now the woman who you beaten black and blue, almost to the point of passing out, wasn't the focal point for dispelling the haze of your impulsive rage. Nah, this lady had it coming when she slut shamed you for being oh-so-bold enough to wear a tank top tonight. No, it was the bright flashing hues of blue and red seeping through the windows that acted as your wakeup call.
Just like that, a realization hit with sobering clarity - âShit. Cops.â Without pause, you shoved through the crowd, desperation driving every move. Bursting through the door, the frigid night air raised goosebumps across your skin. Damnit, maybe the tank top wasnât the best choice after all. Intoxicated or not, you were in no shape for an arrest. Stumbling at first, you found your footing and picked up speed, putting distance between yourself and the scene of the incident you started. You were gonna make it through! You were gonna outrun those pigs and they would never get their grubby hands onto you!
âŠThat was until, a loathsome voice sounded from behind.
âHey- hey! Where do you think youâre going?â
Before you knew it, you felt hands locked around your arms, yanking you to a halt. The telltale jingle of metal broke through your panic and with a sharp click, cold steel encircled your wrists. A glance back confirmed your dread. You werenât being handcuffed by just any stinking cop - it was that good for nothing detective Colin Zabel arresting you once more, and for what, the third time this week? Thatâs one hell of a streak.
You sighed inwardly, the fight draining from your limbs, knowing any attempt in resisting would be in vain. âGoddammit Zabel, canât you give it a rest?âŠâ you muttered under your breath, as he hauled you back to the police car.
"I know, I know - save your excuses," Colin cut you off wearily, the smile not reaching his eyes. âJusâ⊠donât start, âKay? Do me a solid and quietly get in the car.â He opened the car door to the backseat, gesturing for you to step inside. Despite his perpetual mask of affability, you detected an edge of irritation - his good humor and patience clearly worn down by your repeated encounters.
âWhatever manâŠâ you sighed as the door clamped shut with finality. Through the window you watched Colin slip into the driver's seat, releasing a long exhale as if to shed the stress of your latest encounter. At least you provided some diversion from his endless paperwork, though you doubted he'd admit as much.
True to his by-the-book nature, he slinked the seatbelt over himself, securing it with an assured click. Out of habit, he craned his neck over his shoulder, asking out of the goodwill of his heart. âOh! Almost forgot. Do ya need a lilâ hand with fastening your seatbelt too?â he offered warmly, âDonât want any extra accidents happening tonight, am I right or am I right?â A hearty chuckle followed, dying abruptly once he took in your expression - eyes hooded and mouth set in a grim line.
âFuck off Zabel.â you growled in response, fixing your stare out the window. He felt tension coil in his gut but forced it down with a hard gulp. As a veteran officer, he had faced far worse than you, yet something about your unpredictable defiance unsettled him. For a moment, under your glare, an angry retort rose to his lips but he bit it back, sensing it would only stoke the flames. Best to let the dust settle, he decided. Starting the car, he pointedly kept his eyes forward and drove in loaded silence.
âAlriiiighty then, no seatbelt it is. Iâm just gonna⊠ah- yâknowâŠ.â He cleared his throat, voice petering off into a nonsensical mumble as he shifted gears.
An uncomfortable hush fell over the car, only the revving of the engine permeating the stillness. Colin tapped the wheel, wishing for a distraction from the tension. His mind raced through possible conversation starters but came up blank. A stolen glance in the mirror found your stony profile unchanged. With a sigh, he focused back to the road, flicking on the radio more for the static noise than any musical preference.
Colin hummed softly to fill the silence, earning another kick from the backseat - your fourth such outburst. He was the pinnacle of what it meant to be a pushover, but he still stood his ground when needed to⊠in his own unique way. âH-Hey, Cut it out kid! And be nice,â he let out a weary sigh, peeking up at your vexed form through the rearview mirror âYou know, Iâm not a fan of this attitude youâve got going on. Havenât been for the past week.â
You sank lower into the seat, glowering. âFirst of all, old man, lay off the âkidâ crap. Iâm not a child.â You rolled your eyes at his feeble attempt at reprimand.
Colin bit back another retort, clenching his jaw. Pride demanded he have the last word, if only to reclaim a shred of dignity in his own vehicle. âHm no, I think Iâll call you a kid. âCause you know why? Youâre acting like one, like right now.â he replied evenly, bubbling frustration leaking through his amicable veneer, yet he still maintained some semblance of civility between him and your not-so-good of a temper.
As you drew your breath to speak, Colin beat you to it. âLook- all Iâm sayinâ is, this isnât good for you. This is the third time this week Iâm haulinâ you in here. The third time!â Weariness tinged his laughter as he splayed his fingers out in front of him, only to reclaim the steering wheel in a swift motion. âNot only is this not doing you any favors kidâ-â
âI said donât call me kid.â You interjected sharply, cutting him off this time.
Colin continued on autopilot, fatigue chipping away at his usual cheer. âIt's also not doing me any favors either. I've got a case to crack, but Mare - my partner - thought itâd be best if I dealt with you while she took charge of the investigation for the nightâŠâ
His shoulders slumped, eyes downcast as a cloud of disappointment settled in. As a county detective, he longed to prove himself with this investigation, not play referee to petty disputes. But saying no had never come easy, especially when others mistook his calm demeanor as weakness.
Silently, your eyes veered away from the passing scenery outside the car window, finally taking notice of his careworn features in the mirror. Attuned to the new lines of fatigue etched upon his face, you perhaps began to understand that this was wearing him too.
âMust suck being everyoneâs errand boy.â You observed, tone lacking its usual bite.
Colin offered a tired nod. âComes with the job, I guessâŠâ his words trailed off, accompanied by a somber tone as his gaze returned to the road. âBut yâknow what they say- it is what it is.â he added softly, punctuating the statement with a self deprecating laugh.
Surprisingly, a twinge of sympathy tugged at your heart - a rare reaction to the shithead county detective. For all his attempts at camaraderie, which admittedly grated, you had to respect his resilience in the face of your unrelenting hostility. Hell, that time you clocked him during arrest, most would've thrown the book - but not Colin. His patience and optimism seemed a superpower, weathering your worst without breaking stride.
A strange blend of sympathy and guilt surged through you, as the realization struck you hard like a freight train - you had subjected the poor detective to a relentless barrage of undeserved hardship, oblivious to the weight of his personal burdens. Your chest tightened, and a foreign sensation stirred deep within as the reflection in the rearview mirror held your gaze captive.
The need for redemption gnawed at your conscience, but how could you possibly make things right? You've been a real pain in the ass to him for a good while now. Within the depths of your alcohol-induced haze, a daring idea began to take shape - could you perhaps make amends through a little bit of... shared pleasure?
It was pure insanity. Drunken impulses (and drunken you) are the epitome of idiocy. Vivid images flooded your thoughts, projecting the sheer horror that would contort his face if you dared to make a move now. It was likely that he hadn't experienced the touch of a woman in quite some time. And yet, that was precisely the point. The poor guy may have been deprived of any intimate encounters since his fiancée abruptly left him, and the growing urge within compelled you to do something about it.
Undeterred, an unwavering determination fueled your decision to make a bold move and test the waters. Shattering the silence, you adopted an uncharacteristically sweet tone to conceal your true intentions. "Hey Colin, think I could sit up front? It's kinda cramped back here."
Colin glanced over, clearly skeptical of your politeness given past rides. "Not sure that's protocol..." he began, ever the rule-follower.
Your lips formed a slight pout, an innocent plea. "Aw câmon, I'm starting to feel queasy. Just to the station, what's the harm?"
âUhhâŠ.â
Colin's head snapped in your direction, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized your expression. Despite his suspicion, a flicker of genuine concern crossed his face. The thought of you unleashing your 'gastric distress' all over his car seemed to be a genuine fear he really wanted to avoid. He did not need an extra pukefest tonight.
Reluctantly, he caved in to your request, his voice colored with a mix of resignation and caution. "Ah, jeez... Look, you're not supposed to sit in the front, but fine, I'll make an exception this time." He maneuvered the car to the side of the road, stepping out to open the door for you. As you settled into the passenger seat, he retook his place beside you.
"Jus' promise me you won't end up throwing up in the car, 'cause I'm not looking forward to cleaning up that mess." With a playful smirk, he wagged his finger at you, but there was an underlying seriousness to his words.
"Chillaaaax, Colin. Donât even worry, you won't see me hurling tonight. I've got it all under control," you declared, gracing him with a reassuring smile. The unexpected warmth of your expression caught him off guard, contrasting sharply with your usual snarky demeanor and the piercing death stares he had grown accustomed to.
However, Colinâs initial reservations melted away, reciprocating the gesture as a warm smile played across his face. He resumed his position behind the wheel, ready to continue the drive. But just as he was about to press the gas pedal, you captured the moment and took action. It was officially reckless business oâ clock. You sank down from the car seat, your knees grazing along the surface as you shifted toward the detective.
Colin's eyes widened comically, his mouth agape, utterly taken aback by this unexpected turn of events. "K-Kid, what on earth are youâ"
Cutting him off, your slurred words emerged with a hushed urgency. "Shush. And I told you not to call me kid. Just wait, let me..."
Your words trailed off as you grappled with the cramped space of the car. Hindered by the handcuffs that still restricted your movement, you struggled to find a way to support yourself without the use of your arms. Nonetheless, you persevered, inching your way beneath the steering wheel and between Colin's legs.
You released a sigh of relief as you settled comfortably onto your knees. âPhew! Crawling around is no walk in the park without some arms. Anyways...â
âHi.â An impish grin spread across your face, your eyes flickering upwards, locking with his apprehensive gaze.
âWow hi, haha!â his smile, already awkward, stiffened further as he involuntarily sunk deeper into the car seat, attempting to create as much distance as possible between the two of you. âSo um⊠is everything okay? I mean, whatâs happening right now? What are you⊠doinâ down there, specifically?â His words tumbled out, laden with confusion and a touch of concern.
âWhat do you think Iâm doing?â you giggled, thoroughly amused by the sight of the detective squirming uneasily in his seat. A delicate flush of pink tinted his cheeks, a detail that didn't escape your notice. Your voice dropped into a low purr as you continued, relishing in the tension that swirled between you. âWeeeell... I had this little thought, you see. I wanted to make amends. You know, for being such a pain to you over the past few weeks."
A coy little shrug followed your words, as if you were merely toying with the idea. âAnd I figured, what better way than to help my favorite detective relieve summa his stress off his shoulders.â
You awaited his response with a wide grin, but all that greeted you was a dumbfounded Colin, his face now aflame with a deep shade of crimson blush, eyes wide and unblinking. The sound of his breathing, short and heavy, filled the tense silence, leaving you to wonder if perhaps you had made him uncomfortable. Although a certain part of his body seemed to betray a different sentiment, stiffened and undeniable.
As both of your gazes inadvertently dropped, your eyes locked onto a conspicuous tent forming beneath Colin's slacks. A mix of surprise and amusement flickered across your face, mirrored by the silent murmuring of the word 'crap' that escaped his lips. âHah⊠thatâs uh- real strange. Donât know why thatâs happening,â He gulped. âGood olâ keys in the pocket, huh? Theyâre a pain, especially when they decide to stick out in weird angles. It's like, whoa, things can get a little⊠funny, you know? Awkward, even.â He added, his voice revealing a hint of panic as he desperately attempted to maintain his composure, all while his raging boner was in plain sight.
âOh for godâs sake,â you groaned, impatience tracing a light furrow on your brow as the restraint of the handcuffs exacerbated your frustration. "You're not seriously trying to play dumb with me, are you?" You said, annoyance and amusement bleeding through your words. The power dynamics had shifted, leaving you unable to take the lead, and instead relying on the nervous wreck of a detective before you.
You closed your eyes for a brief moment, taking in a deep breath to steady fraying nerves. Determined to take a gentler approach, you decided to navigate this delicate situation with care.
"Come on, Col..." you cooed, leaning forward as far as you could, resting your head gently on his thigh. Your voice took on a soft, persuasive tone. "Let me do this for you." With a subtle flutter of your lashes, you batted your eyes, mimicking the innocent charm of a puppy seeking its owner's attention. Colin flinched, his knees threatening to buckle under the weight of your sudden touch. Yet, he remained motionless, his eyes fixed upon you in mounting suspense.
A smile curled upon your lips as you sensed his lack of immediate resistance, emboldening you to press forward with your gentle coercion. "Just once," you whispered, your voice filled with earnestness. "Let me do this once, and I promise you'll feel so much better afterward."
â..Jesus, I donât know âbout this⊠IâŠ.â Colin mumbled, trailing off with a heavy uncertainty.
He sat frozen in place, his chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. His bottom lip bore the marks of his nervous chewing, while his brows knitted together in a hesitant frown as he weighed his options.
He knew he shouldn't, he reaaaally should not. It was morally wrong, a breach of professionalism, and could jeopardize his career if discovered. His eyes darted frantically outside the car's windows, scanning the desolate darkness that enveloped the streets in secrecy. But technically, no one would find out, would they?
And god, it had been a long while since he had been with a woman, especially since the bitter end of his engagement. And there you were right now, on your knees, your eagerness to please him palpable. Just the sight of you pouting sent his stomach into a frenzy of uncontrollable flutters, a reaction unexpected even from someone with a volatile temper like yours.
Bewitched by your feminine wiles, he barely registered how his hand had crept onto the top of your head, his thumb caressing your scalp with a tender touch. The throbbing heat in his pants intensified, overpowering any remaining restraint. With cautious swiftness, he glanced around, scanning the surroundings for any prying eyes, before his gaze settled back on your face - your smile, a comforting anchor in the sea of his conflicting emotions.
He sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, his voice barely rising above a whisper. "F-Fine... Jusâ promise me you won't breathe a word of this to anyone, alright?" His hands returned to himself, fingers trembling as he loosened the clasp of his belt. The once ironclad resolve that had held him together began to crumble like fragile dust, succumbing to the pull of the moment.
âYou have my word Col.â you reassured, your voice a soft murmur teeming with exhilaration.
Colin proceeded to undo his pants, the sound of the zipper echoing through the confined space. As he shoved them down, the dim glow of a distant streetlight seeped through the car window, casting a faint illumination on the scene. You couldnât see all that clearly in the dark, but you did catch a glimpse of the outline of his cock protruding beneath his boxers, the fabric adorned with a telltale wet spot. Needless to say, he was far more excited than he was letting on.
Your mouth watered in anticipation, your core aching with need. Your senses heightened, thighs instinctively clenching as you awaited his next move. But just as Colin's thumb looped under his waistband, he hesitated, uncertainty settling over him like an icy veil. Restraints confined your hands, the itch of frustration crawling beneath your skin. In this moment, the immobility of your arms felt like a punishment far worse than being thrown into a holding cell later that night.
Unable to physically intervene, you relied on the power of your voice to guide the hesitant detective. "It's alright," you coaxed, tone laced with soothing encouragement. "Shake those nerves off, just this once. No one will ever find out..."
Colin's response came in the form of a hesitant nod - quick, uncertain, but nevertheless a nod. With painstaking slowness, he mustered the courage to give his boxers a small tug, gradually lowering them at an agonizingly slow pace. The measured movements seemed almost teasing, as if he were intentionally prolonging the moment. However, the truth was he basically personified a bundle of nerves, as though he was a schoolboy experiencing the thrill of his first make out session, unsure and skittish in his actions.
"How about we ditch these stupid handcuffs and let me take charge?" you suggested, your tone cutting through the air with an assertiveness that bordered on demand. Colin's head snapped up, surprise briefly shadowing his features as he registered the sudden shift in your demeanor and the scowl that tugged your lips. He couldn't entirely fault you for your impatience - he had been taking his sweet time with dropping his boxers. However, a part of him harbored a lack of trust, as dubious as it may sound. The restraints provided a sense of comfort and security, keeping you in check.
Colin's throat bobbed as he swallowed nervously, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Ehh... sorry, but that's a no-can-do," he deflected your proposal with his trademark easy smile. "You understand, right? It's nothing personal. Jusâ think it's... better this way."
âUghâŠâ you grunted, eyes rolling in annoyance. You relinquished your desires, holding back any further comments or demands.
After what felt like an eternity, Colin steeled his nerves enough to continue, no longer willing to delay the inevitable. In a swift motion, he grasped the waistband, sliding it down until his cock sprang free, bobbing slightly in the air. Your gaze, once fixated on the crop of brown pubic hair adorning the base, now traced the veiny pathways that ran along his thick length, leading to the swollen tipâflushed red and leaking. For a seemingly meek police detective, he sure had a nice looking dick.
You smiled as you leaned in, tilting your head closer. Your eyes, brimming with excitement, darted back and forth between his face and his erection, gauging his reaction as you tested the boundaries. Despite his initial apprehension, there was a glimmer of delight in his gaze. Encouraged by his response, you inched closer, your lips ghosting the underside of his shaft, your warm breath teasing his sensitive skin, coaxing it to twitch in response.
Colin squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for the moment. âCrap, look- in case it wasnât obvious enough, itâs been a while for me,â he blurted out shakily, already roused by the sight of your pretty lips caressing the heat emanating from his dick, sending a wave of warmth sweeping over him. His legs parted further, an unspoken invitation for you to draw nearer. âSo sorry if IâŠ. Yâknow.. too early.â He stammered with urgency.
âI mean, you already look like youâre ready to burst before I even touched you,â you shrugged with a light chuckle. âBut I kinda like that.â You flashed him a playful smirk.
He remained speechless, his face flustered and turned away, a deep red painting his features in the stillness of the moment.
Regardless, you took the plunge, gently pressing your lips against the sensitive underside of his cock. A soft, almost inaudible moan escaped his lips, a clear sign for you to continue. From top to bottom, you peppered his length with tender, soothing kisses. His hand immediately reached for your hair, his fingers finding solace in the roots to distract himself from cumming too fast, careful not to exert too much force and risk hurting you.
"And sorry about the whole hair-holding thing. I, uh... need something to hold onto when I'm really focused," he confessed, his bashful laughter intertwining with his words. His face still burning a deep scarlet hue, the admission both vulnerable and endearing. "Habit," he added, his lips twitching with shy sincerity.
âYou can grip my hair as hard as you want. I donât mind a little rough treatment.â you shot a wink, a giggle escaping your lips. Lowering your head, you tilted it to the side, your tongue tracing a stripe against his sensitive balls. Eagerly, you pressed your face forward, your lips latching onto one of them, suckling on it with a gentle yet insistent rhythm, each release elicited a small pop.
âMmff!â fuck..â Colinâs jaw went slack, a deep groan rolling off his tongue the moment your mouth made contact, his resistance melting away under the spell of your touch. His dark brown eyes dilated, glazing over your form below him. âYeah, jusâ like that⊠jusâ like thatâŠâ he managed to utter out, his heaving breaths punctuated by muttered words of approval. His fingers entwined with your hair, massaging the crown of your head in a visceral gesture of pleasure.
âOoh, you like that donât you?â you remarked, a playful lilt in your voice as you pulled back slightly, savoring the sight of the detective's face contorting with undeniable bliss. âI wanna hear it baby, tell me how much you needed this.â You crooned, face colored with a teasing grin.
âOkay-okay fine, I wonât lieâŠâ Colin huffed, admittance causing eyes to flutter away. Amused, you chuckled, flattening your tongue against his length, gliding it along a long and deliberate path, coaxing the rest of his words to spill out. A delicious shiver of electricity ran down his spine, sending a cascade of goosebumps rippling down his skin from his erection being teased. âAgh!- y-yes I needed this, I really⊠really needed this.â he babbled out, his breath hitching with the weight of his confession.
Satisfied, you continued. Your kisses swept from the base and drifted all the way up to the tip of his cock, tongue salty with precum as it expertly caressed the ridges. Colin's body quivered, responding with an urgent jerk of his hips, a wordless plea for you to take his cock into the warm and wet comfort of your mouth. You could feel the urgency in his veins buzz with an electric fervor, beckoning you to go further. For the sake of soothing him, you pressed your lips right onto the swollen head, treating him to small kitten licks on his sensitive slit.
âYouâre so goddamn gorgeous...â Colin moaned, teetering on the edge of a whimper. His hips bucked forward once more, ramming his tip deeper into your mouth. Each squirm of his body against the supple leather of the car seat produced a small squeak, almost serving as a subtle backdrop to the moment. âGod, you scare the living crap outta me... but f-fuck, youâre sososo p-pretty!â He choked, another whimper caught in his throat.
âMhm⊠thatâs what I do best detectiveâŠâ you mumbled with a full mouth, the warmth of his fluids clinging to your breath.
The evidence of your arousal was just as indisputable as his, your panties most definitely soaked from the act of using your mouth on the detective alone, cunt weeping from the lewd noises leaving him with each stroke. Your lips glided further down along him, accommodating his warm slickness as you relaxed your jaw. âOhmygod- holy shit you feel so good...â he groaned. He slumped back against the backrest, head lolling over his shoulder as he fought to stifle a moan. âNgh- so good f-for meâŠâ
Despite the discomfort that knotted your knees and the soreness that gnawed at your back from kneeling on the unforgiving car floor longer than you shouldâve (all while handcuffed too!), that fiery bundle of elation simmering in your belly powered you through it. After all, Colin was all you could focus on, eclipsing everything else. His raw groans, the incoherent praises that spilled from his mouth, and the way your name danced off his tongue like silk - it was all you needed in the moment, utterly invading every fiber of your being.
However, it wasn't just you who was losing yourself in the moment. Colin's mind short-circuited completely, overwhelmed by the mounting pleasure that had him seeing dazzling stars. Your heavenly skills had transformed his body into a molten state of arousal, practically dissolving into a puddle of liquid. In this state, his thoughts scrambled like a glitching, outdated computer, and your lack-of-hands situation compelled him to take the reins in a mindless frenzy.
"Hope yaâ don't mind if I jusâ..." he mumbled hoarsely, his words stumbling out spontaneously. His hands cradled the sides of your head, anchoring you in place, hovering inches above his seat to steady his rhythm. His cock delved deeper into the confines of your throat as his hips undulated to the flow of his ragged panting. His heart galloped like a wild stallion, synchronizing with the rhythm you created, while he sunk himself further into the depths of your wet heat.
âMmh!- âm almost there! Need a lilâ l-longer.â Colin sputtered out, throat straining to keep as quiet as possible. He could see the glistening of tears stinging your eyes, whimpers muffled out around him. He truly never intended to subject your poor mouth to such rough treatment, his tip bullying the back of your throat with each jerky thrust until it was sore, pushing so deep that your nose buried itself in the tufts of hair on his pelvis. Despite the guilt welling up in him, he couldnât help himself at this point. His body was now like a machine, moving on its own accord to milk every ounce of pleasure he could get.
Even then, you didnât even break eye contact, not even once. Not when this police detective who nursed a hidden disdain for your tempestuous presence behind faux smiles, was now coming undone right before you - His once neatly styled chestnut brown hair now clung to his sweat-drenched forehead, strands falling over his flushed, pale features. His lips, now parted and glistening, revealed a glimpse of vulnerability, while his doe eyes sparkled with a feverish glimmer. Everything about him in this moment was enthralling, leaving you no choice but to be mesmerized.
The rippling tremors jolting through Colin's frame reminded him that he was nearing his climax, fire pooling low in his abdomen ready to erupt. Between heavy panting, he plucked up the courage to voice his request, his fretful eyes scanning the confined space of the car. âHey sooo uh- you um⊠y-you donât mind if I donât pull out⊠right?â he asked, vulnerability threaded through his tone. He definitely wasnât eager to see his load spray onto anything inside his police car.
Your nose scrunched up in clear disapproval, a glare shooting daggers at him, clearly not a fan of swallowing. He clicked his tongue in disheartenment, head tilted to the side âCâmon, do me a favor will ya?⊠Not really lookinâ forward to making a mess in the car.â He pleaded breathlessly. To his relief, no signs of protest emerged, though a sullen mask adorned your face.
As he noticed your lack of resistance, he seized the opportunity to follow through with his words. ââm sorry!- So sorry. I-Iâll make it up to you later. Really!â Colin bleated, tone brewing with guilt and that familiar undercurrent of pleasure.
Squeezing his eyes back shut, he rubbed the bridge of his nose in an attempt to quell the tightly coiled spring in his belly, yearning for release. His balls tightened, cock pulsing as his thrusts into your mouth turned sloppy. Consumed by a blinding, searing white that engulfed his senses, his mind completely blanked. With one final forceful pump, he held your head close, ropes of cum painting your mouth white. Trapped in his surprisingly strong grip, you gulped down the bitter torrent, suppressing the almighty urge to gag as your tongue battled with the assault.
Once you swallowed every last drop of his cum, Colin released his firm grip, withdrawing his now softened cock from your mouth. His hands fell limply to his sides, the air in the cramped car heavy with sweltering breaths, as though the two of you had just completed a grueling marathon on a hot summerâs day.
Gradually regaining his composure, Colin peeled his eyes open, his gaze fixed upon your chest rising and falling, your lips swollen and glistening with wetness. âJeez uhh, are you okay?- I didnât hurt you, did I?â Post orgasm clarity rushed over him like a gust of fresh air, his lips downturned with genuine concern. He hastily reached into his coat pocket, digging out and opening a tissue packet, gingerly dabbing away the saliva and residue from your chin and mouth.
You blinked in confusion, caught off guard by the unexpected act of care from the detective. Well, that was a first - no one had ever wiped your mouth for you after a blowjob, but then again, your hands were bound, rendering you immobile. âYeah Iâm fine, you didnât really have to do that, but I appreciate the gesture.â you replied in a hoarse voice, head shying away from him.
Colin's face brightened with a smile, a wave of relief washing over him. You were right - the weight of his once overwhelming stress seemed to dissipate. In fact, he felt like a brand new man! It had been a long time since he had been intimate with a woman, so this encounter meant more to him than you could ever know.
In an unexpected twist, he scooped you up from the car floor, strong arms cradling your waist as he pulled you into a tight embrace, cocooning you on his lap. In that moment, the softie within him had taken over, aching to shower you with affection and gratitude for the pleasure you had shared.
Your shoulders tensed in his firm grasp, your wide eyes betraying a mix of surprise and alarm. You couldn't help but wonder if he always got this sentimental after engaging in intimacy, and you couldn't decide if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
"Woooow okay, so we're hugging now huh? Someone's feeling affectionate tonight," you noted with a touch of sarcasm. Yet, despite your initial resistance, you allowed him to hold you, gradually surrendering to the warmth of his arms. Deep down, buried beneath layers and layers of pride, a part of you secretly enjoyed this, even if you'd rather be drawn and quartered than admit it.
âYeah, hope you donât mind. Itâs jusâ that⊠you did such a good job.â Colin chuckled, his hand gently caressing the small of your back. âAnd hey, would yaâ look at that! I really do feel so much better now. So, genuinely, thank you.â His words resonated softly against the crook of your neck as he rested his chin there, his arms remaining securely wrapped around you.
You allowed the weight of the moment to sink in, basking in the warmth and tenderness enfolding you. Then, an idea suddenly sprang to mind, and you couldn't resist voicing it. âSay⊠since I did one hell of a job, does that maybe mean Iâm off the hook now?â You pulled back, a sly brow raised as you awaited his response.
Colin let out an exaggerated huff, his smile filled with amusement as he ruffled your hair into a delightful mess. âNope,â he replied teasingly. âYouâre still getting your butt thrown into the station for the night.â
Your expectant smile swiftly dropped into a deep frown, prompting a hearty pat on the back from the detective as he erupted into a fit of laughter. âSorry kid,â He said between chuckles. âNow chop-chop, time for you to get in the back!â
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Iâm aware I made Colin more pathetic than he actually is and I apologize- Idk I just could resist đđ Hope the aftercare made up for it tho??
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If you wake up tomorrow and the worst has happened, I want to ask you this question.
What are you prepared to do?
This isn't some bullshit call to armed revolution. This is asking are you ready to go out and feed people when it becomes illegal to do so (like it has in many places)? Will you lie to police to save a stranger? Will you use what privilege you have to shield those who don't have it? Will you do your best to not give in to despair and inaction because that only helps our enemies?
In short, what are you prepared to do to help those around you? What are you able to do now? What can you learn to do? What can you push yourself to do?
Well?
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Writing Notes: The Arcana Interpretations
symbolism for your next poem/story (pt. 1)
1. The Magician
The beginning, the first cause, Mercurial influence
Good: Dexterity, ability, diplomacy, eloquence, convincing ways, an alert mind, a quick mind, business acumen
Bad: A persuasive boaster, an illusionist, intrigue, careerist, politician, charlatan, imposter, liar, a crook, an exploiter; an agitator, a lack of scruples
2. The Priestess
Mystery, intuition, devotion, passive Saturnian influence
Good: reserved, discreet, quiet, meditation, faith, patient, religious feelings, resignation, modesty; necessary inaction
Bad: hidden intentions, dissimulation, hypocrisy, inaction, laziness, sanctimonious, holds a grudge, an indifferent disposition, interest in the mystical
3. The Empress
Prudence, discretion, idealism and intellectual solar influence
Good: Understanding, intelligence, instruction, charm, courteous, sociable, elegance, distinction, politeness; domination by the mind, abundance, riches; servility
Bad: Affectation, poseur, stylish, vanity, pretentious, disdain, frivolity, idleness, luxury, extravagant; sensitivity to flattery, lack of refinement, ways of nouveaux riche
4. The Emperor
Firm, positivism, executive power, Saturnian-Martial influence
Good: Right, rigid, certitude, fixed ideas, realization, perseverance, strong willpower, acts on decisions; powerful protector
Bad: Tenuous opposition, stubborn, hostile prejudice, opinionated, bad government, big risks of failure; tyranny, absolutism
5. The Pope
Duty, morality, conscience, Jupiterian influence
Good: Moral authority, respectability, teaching, good advice, goodwill, indulgent, generosity, forgiveness; meekness
Bad: Papal sentence, strict moralist, strict teacher, small-minded theorist, bombastic preacher; an adviser with a lank of practical sense
6. The Lovers
Feelings, freewilled, testing, double influence of Venus or more exactly Ishtar the war like star of the morning, then amorous as the stars go down
Good: Voluntary determinism, choice, wished, aspirations, desires; examinations, deliberations, responsibility; affections
Bad: To go through doubts and indecision; dangerous temptation, the risk of being seduced, misconduct, liberty, weakness, lack of heroism
7. The Chariot
Triumph, command, superiority, Martian-solar influence
Good: Legitimate success, deserved advancement, talent, health, aptitudes put to good effect; governmental tact, diplomacy, efficient direction, appeasement; progress, mobility, journeys on land
Bad: Unjustified ambition, lack of talent, usurped situation, illegitimate government, dictatorship, harmful concessions, dangerous opportunism, worrying about which way to go, preoccupations, overworked, feverish activity without rest
8. Justice
Order, regularity, method, equilibrium, placid lunar influences
Good: Stability, conservatism, organization, normal functioning; law, discipline, logic, coordination, adapting to necessities, moderate opinions, practical sense, reason, administration, economy, obedience
Bad: Bourgeoisism, submission to users, lack of initiative, slaving over books, functionalism, papers; police station; legal dispute, law suit, quarrel, exploitation of the legal system
9. The Hermit
Prudence, reserve, restriction, Saturnian influence
Good: Isolation, concentration, silence, profoundness, meditation, study; austerity, continence, sobriety, discretion; doctor, discreet occultist
Bad: Timid, misanthrope, mute, exaggerated circumspection, lack of sociability, sullen character; avarice, poverty, celibacy, chaste; conspirator
10. The Wheel of Fortune
Destiny, instability, lunar-Mercurial influence
Good: Sagacity, an opportunist, luck in all undertakings, luck, fortuitous success; spontaneity, an inventive disposition, liveliness, good humour
Bad: Carelessness, speculation, game, insecurity, unserious, the unexpected, gypsy character; unstable situation, sudden change, winnings and losses; adventures, risks, minor fortune
11. Strength
Virtue, courage, Jupiter-Mars influence
Good: Moral energy, calm, intrepid; mind over matter; intelligence conquering brutality; subjugation of passions; success in industry
Bad: Anger, impatience, immoderate enthusiasm, insensibility, cruelty, fighting, war, conquering with violence, a surgical operation, vehemence, discord, fire
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