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some entropy chibis i made for something
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oternine · 8 months
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Bad Cop hugging Benny :)
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minisugakoobies · 2 years
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Nothing | MYG
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Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Genre: smut, crack, DadYoongi!AU, BadCop!AU
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: weapons - guns, shootout, someone gets shot, mention of blood, swearing, switching POVs, allusions to murder, Jimin's got a filthy mouth but probably not in the way you'd hope, tattooed Jimin, Jungkook in a police uniform, a lil' pining if you squint, Yoongi is not a good guy here and neither is Jimin (ymmv)
Word Count: 1.5k
Disclaimers: NSFW, obviously I don’t own BTS - they just inspire me
Summary: Everything is falling apart. Will you be left with nothing?
A/N: The calvary has arrived! For both Yoongi and OC. Uhhhh also there are multiple shots fired, and no one here is a Stormtrooper so targets do get hit. 😬
Thanks to @hesperantha for alerting me yesterday to this incredible artwork by artist VermillionOrchid (not sure if they'd like to be tagged in fanfic, so I'm just linking to their gorgeous work!). Max, I was so inspired that I wrote a whole new chapter, so thank you! 💜
Unbeta’d as usual. I’d love to know what you think - my inbox is always open! 💕
Part 3 💵 Bad Cop Masterlist 💵 Part 5
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The Bureau taught you many valuable lessons during your time at the academy. But there was one simple instruction that stood out above the rest: keep calm. An agitated agent is a dead agent. No matter what, always keep calm.
Try telling that now to your heart. 
With a little exertion, you manage to free your hands from Yoongi’s rope. It takes considerably more effort to turn away from where he’s sprawled on the cold cement. Long lashes flutter against pale cheeks as he slumbers, knocked into unconsciousness by your hard head. His flawless skin is marred by splatters of dried blood, like stained porcelain. But you know he’s not as delicate as his beauty would have you believe, so you force yourself to get up, dashing back into his house. You hurriedly dress and grab the box from the safe, stuffing it into the tote bag you sling in your cover as a teacher. On your way back to the garage, you spot Yoongi’s holster, and swiftly pluck a pair of handcuffs from it. 
As you’re crossing the kitchen, there’s a rap on the back door. 
You peek out the window over the sink. A shiny black and white police cruiser is parked in the driveway. 
Yoongi drives an unmarked car. 
Shit.
Slipping your handgun out of your bag, you hold it behind your back as you peer through the peephole, thankful that Yoongi’s paranoid enough to have installed one in his back door. A worried pair of doe eyes greet you. Jungkook is standing on the other side of the door in his uniform, hand resting on his gun where it sits on his hip. 
“Oh thank fuck,” you sigh as you usher him in. “I thought you were off tonight?”
“I swapped shifts with Taehyung. He had some hot date or something,” your partner replies, walking in with his gun drawn and sweeping the room, making sure you’re safe. Any other night, you’d mock him for being overprotective, but the way your heart still rattles in your chest keeps your lips sealed. “You okay?” 
You just nod, not wanting to talk about what happened. Not wanting to remember. “Come on, he’s in here.” 
Thankfully, Yoongi hasn’t moved from where you left him. Quickly, the two of you roll him onto his stomach and snap the cuffs onto his wrists, binding his hands behind his back. He groans as you turn him, but otherwise doesn’t stir. 
“So now what?” Jungkook asks, hands on his knees as he kneels across from you. 
“Now we bring him in. Did you get the lab results back yet?”
Jungkook licks at the corner of his mouth. A bad sign. You’ve been his partner long enough to know all his tells, as much as he’d petulantly insist that he has none. “Yeah, so… all that work to convince Taehyung that I ate the dumplings, instead of smuggling them out of the crime scene, and it turns out that Yoongi only laced the eaten one with the poison because none of the others had any traces. Not a single drop to be found.”
“Goddamn it.” All that effort, for nothing. You’d been hoping for a smoking gun in the form of a poisonous dumpling, but of course it couldn’t be that simple. Still, it had been better for your lab to run the tests, rather than rely on the lab in Yoongi’s precinct. God only knows how many people there are in his pocket. Anyone there could fake the test results for the right price. And Yoongi’s got money to burn. 
Your partner hums in agreement, running his hand through his raven hair. His baby face made it so easy for him to infiltrate the police department, effortlessly selling the lie of a young cadet fresh out of training. But the scar running through his right eyebrow tells a different story. It heralds him as a warrior who has fought many battles, faced death countless times, and won. The scar reminds him who he is when he’s in uniform, staring at his handsome face in the rearview mirror of his police car.
But Jungkook knows that if he’s a warrior, he’s Achilles. He can only pray that no one ever figures out his heel.
As though you can read his thoughts, you catch his eye and smile, but it’s weak, a half-hearted attempt at reassurance that misses the mark, and it only makes his chest ache. 
Jungkook gazes at the kingpin lying on his stomach on the garage floor. He’s seen firsthand how intimidating the man can be. He doesn’t seem so threatening now. “Even without the dumplings, don’t we have enough to put him away?” 
“I hope so. I mean, I know Namjoon’s been working on obtaining the financial records I requested, which hasn’t been easy since Yoongi apparently discovered how to use shell companies in the last year since his empire expanded.” You glance at the still sleeping man, missing the way Jungkook watches your face. If you know all his tells, he surely knows yours, and right now the way you chew your bottom lip makes his stomach twist. “And I’m sure we–”
You both straighten up as you hear it. A door closing in the house. The back door?
Jungkook’s hand is already on his hip. “Da-som?”
You shake your head. Yoongi’s daughter isn’t home. 
Jungkook’s gun is in his hand. Yours is as well as you follow him back into the house, one careful step at a time. There’s no one in the kitchen. 
You motion to your partner, pointing to yourself, then at the ceiling. He nods, understanding your plan to split up and check the floors of the house separately. 
“What the fuck?”
The two of you spin, following the sound of the exclamation to the blond man standing in the doorway to the living room. He wears a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, snake tattoos winding down his forearms to his hands which are gripping a giant duffel bag. There’s a loaded holster tucked under both his arms. 
“Whoa, whoa, don’t shoot!” the man yelps, dropping the bag as he raises his hands above his head.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jungkook shouts back, but you don’t need him to answer. 
“Drop your weapons, Park!” you order him. Goddamn it, you’d completely forgotten that Yoongi had called for a cleanup earlier.
Jimin merely smirks, arms still in the air. “Fuck, I knew that call was for you! I told Yoongi he was making a mistake, dating you. He should’ve gotten rid of you after the first fuck.” His dark eyes skim your figure so slowly, so blatantly that your skin crawls. “Guess the pussy was just too good.”
“Shut your fucking mouth and drop your weapons!” Jungkook growls, taking a step towards the blond. Despite the anger that radiates from your partner, Jimin doesn’t flinch. 
“Relax! I’m just going to reach… for… my… guns,” Jimin speaks in a low, soothing tone, dragging out his sentence as he gingerly lowers his hands. You and Jungkook follow his movements closely with the barrels of your guns.
In the blink of an eye, Jimin draws his weapons and starts firing. 
You dive behind the kitchen island as Jungkook lands beside you. “Shit!” 
“Fuck!” he concurs, head slamming back against the wooden cabinets as bullets continue to whizz by above you. Jimin cackles wildly, shooting holes in Yoongi’s tastefully decorated kitchen. Jungkook leans around the corner, firing off a few rounds. 
“This guy’s a fucking maniac!” your partner yells over the barrage of bullets coming from the blond. 
You shimmy around the side far enough to aim a few shots at Jimin, who promptly hurdles over Yoongi’s couch, seeking cover. Silence. He’s reloading.  
Because the two of you are deep undercover, there’s no one else nearby for you to call for backup. Even if you sound the alarm now, it’ll take too long for the nearest team to reach you. So it’s up to the two of you to end this. 
A frustrated wail sounds from the garage. Yoongi’s awake. Your seditious heart stirs again at the anguish strangling his voice. “Jimin! Get me the fuck out of here!” 
The blond leaps to his feet and bolts for the garage door, sending another deluge of bullets your way. You and your partner huddle against the island until the shooting stops. A quick glance at the door finds it ajar. 
“We gotta go,” Jungkook is already on his feet, tugging you to yours. Any second now, Jimin will have Yoongi out of those handcuffs, and then he’ll find you, and then he’ll - he’ll -
“Hey!” Jungkook is gripping your face. “Come on, we have to go! Now!” 
The two of you scramble out into the driveway. Footsteps pound behind you. Jungkook throws his arm around you, shielding you as best he can as you reach the car. 
A shot rings out. Jungkook’s eyes go wide as he falls to his knees.
You scream. 
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poggermilo · 1 year
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HOLY SHIT I FINALLY DREW SOMETHING FOR ONCE!!!
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hi. i drew my bbg.. sigh. hehe whiomper. I LOVE
GUYS PLEASE DONT THROW ME OUT INTO THE DUMP SNORTISNIFFLES
goodcop badcop and scribblecop
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tjat sun and moon one
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morn1e · 2 years
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ok whatever. bitching aside i got new glasses 2day
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svged · 1 year
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Bad Cop, No Donut Car/Truck Decal SVG Design 🚔 🚨🍩 Download: https://www.svged.com/images/bad-cop-no-donut-car-truck-decal-svg/
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my entropy fanart is just one big "he would not fucking say that"
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oternine · 9 months
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Hugs >w<
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policecases · 4 months
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When STUPID Cops ARREST An FBI Agent!  Explore the gripping true story of a shocking encounter in Carrabelle, Florida, where a routine traffic incident spirals into an unbelievable showdown. On December 3rd, 2019, Marilyn Beane, a renowned real estate agent, becomes the focal point of a minor accident but leaves the scene, setting in motion a series of events that defy belief. Witness the startling moment when local law enforcement crosses paths with an FBI agent, leading to an arrest that sends ripples through the community and beyond. This documentary delves into the intricate dynamics of law enforcement, the clash of authorities, and the search for justice in a small Gulf Coast town. It's a tale of confusion, skepticism, and the quest for truth - 'When STUPID Cops ARREST An FBI Agent!' is more than just a story; it's a reflection on law, order, and the unpredictable nature of real-life events. Don't miss this captivating blend of crime, legal drama, and the unexpected twists that unfolded on that chilly winter day in Carrabelle.
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poggermilo · 1 year
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help me.. i
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Bad Cop/Bad Cop - Shattered (Official Video)
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spider-dan2006 · 2 years
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We’ve covered bad cops on here before & next week will be no different! Be it addicted cops w/ @angry_andy1138, maniac cops w/ @dansphoto or maverick cops w/ @dlkeatis what’re your favourite cinematic examples of not so great police work? #PrepareForPrattle Bad Cops https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLy_ca4KI17VCn7avRwVnSbS6feM_zEVL8 • • • #badcops #policebrutality #blacklivesmatter #police #blm #nojusticenopeace #cops #georgefloyd #policereform #systemicracism #policeviolence #icantbreathe #racism #endpolicebrutality #justice #policethepolice #policebrutalityawareness #civilrights #lawenforcement #goodcops #policeshooting #socialjustice #endpoliceviolence #blackoppression #reformthepolice #accountability #endracism #endqualifiedimmunity https://www.instagram.com/p/CkiAztvswjw/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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SHIP OF THESEUS CHARACTER CARD: DETECTIVE SAMIR PATEL & COPCAT NAME: Samir Patel PARTNER: CT-23, AKA “Copcat” OCCUPATION: Lead Detective, Special Investigations Unit, Green City Police Department BIO: Extortion. Bribery. Blackmail. Witness tampering. Evidence planting. Assault. Murder. In his early days as a young Greeen City beat cop, Officer Patel would have never imagined himself becoming the kind of crooked cop he is, but over the years, small compromises on top of small compromises slowly eroded his integrity. Now he’s been promoted to a lone-wolf role in the Special Investigations Unit while simultaneously becoming Louie Louie’s very own man on the inside of the force. He’s also been officially assigned a task that’ll make life easier for the Louies as well as the GCPD. He’s charged with locating and removing the so-called superhero Skyrat from the streets... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . LINK FOR BOOK IN BIO!!! . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #badcop #detective #lynx #robot #cat #characters #antagonist #readthis #newbook #charactersheet #shipoftheseus https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch-8GwFLS7W/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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I can't help but imagine Kidnapper!König and Kidnapper!Krueger doing a goodcop/badcop situation to keep reader on her toes.
König is sweet and gentle with her, allowing her to find comfort in his arms. Just imagine it's been several weeks with just König and reader has finally found security in his presence until König andd Krueger both decide it's time to break her in.
Just imagine Kreuger pulling poor reader out of König's grasp and forces her ass up as he begins shredding off her clothes. Reader's attempt to struggle and retreat back to König but he simply, and gently, brushes her desperate hands off him. His expression blank as he watches Kreuger have his way with her. Even when he is done, Reader, desperate for that comfort, still rushes back to König despite the seeming betrayel. He comforts her all the while unbuckeling his own pants...
tw: rape/non-con, kidnapping, kidnapper-könig and kidnapper-krueger, dark content. dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+
it's betrayal and cruelty at it's finest. you're left shocked and mortified with your jaw slack, eyes wide with horror as könig pulls your hands off of him to your surprise. your faint chants for his comfort, help and affection are ignored as krueger forces your head down onto the mattress, muffling your pleas and desperate calls for forgiveness, his bare and filthy hands shredding and ripping the clothes from your body.
you're a shaking, trembling, weeping mess by the time krueger has had his fun with you. the bloody, aching sensation of krueger sliding his lengthy, veiny dick from your sensitive, raw cunt leaves your breath shakey and your eyes watery. your cheeks are puffy, burning whenever a tear rolls down the sensitive, raw skin. your pitiful, pathetic cries for mercy leave krueger feeling satisfied with himself.
and because könig has completely warped and corrupted your perception of him, he's not surprised as you crawl back to him for safety. your thighs are bloody and shaking, you're drooling all over yourself as you crawl into his strong arms, breaking down at the familiar scent of his cologne and musk. you weep softly into his chest while he cooes at you, coddling you while you come to terms with the realisation that he wouldn't ever save you, that you're just a toy for their amusement and enjoyment.
you're stunned to your core, to the point where you can't understand or comprehend a single thing that just happened. it seems that könig's betrayal has left you feeling lonely and unable to speak, realising that you can't trust anyone, not even the man you've come to love the most. although despite this, you yearn for könig's affection and care, too familiar with it to push him away when he's cooing at you and attempting to fix the damage he's caused to your silly brain.
knowing könig watched the entire thing left you shaken up and broken, a shell of your past self, clinging to him.
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