ೃ⁀➷ lucy chen

i can totally see morning sex with lucy. sometimes not even coffee can motivate her to get out of bed, but an orgasm can. whether it’s her getting one, giving one to you, or both, she absolutely loves stepping into roll call with that unmistakable glow and extra pep in her step.

“lucy, you have to wake up. your alarm’s been going off for five minutes, and i want to go back to sleep!” you groan, giving her shoulder a lazy shove.

lucy finally sits up with a dramatic sigh, hair messy, eyes half-lidded—and then she notices you.

you’re in one of her old, worn-down band shirts, and the lace underwear you call your “comfy pair”. it isn’t doing much to help her focus. your leg’s thrown over the blanket, and she gets an amazinh view of smooth skin and curves.

“yeah.” she murmurs, a small smirk forming, “you’re definitely not going back to sleep right now.”

safe to say you were okay with the early up wake-up despite lucy rushing out the door.

and if the sex was really good that morning? she would brag about it to everyone. i can just imagine tim hearing it and yelling at her for discussing her personal life while angela just snickers beside him.

ೃ⁀➷ angela lopez

tension sex all the way. this woman lives for teasing and building anticipation for later in the night. you could be stopping by the station to drop off a psychiatric profile, or just to bring her lunch. either way, angela always finds a moment to corner you somewhere private and leave you flustered.

sometimes you even beg her in the mornings not to tease you when you have to go over there for work, but that only makes angela want to do it more. you’re used to it by now. so much so that you’ve started planning ahead.

“ang, i thought we agreed none of this today.” you whisper breathlessly as angela traps you between her arms, pressing you against the wall.

“well, plans change, sweetheart,.” she rasps, flashing her signature grin before leaning in. but right as her lips are about to meet yours, you turn your head—mouth brushing her ear instead.

“i guess you’ll have to see what i’m wearing under this later then.”

angela always gets back at you when you tease her. every time. to the point where you might be walking a little unsteadily the next day, but she’s always there, offering a helping hand and a satisfied smile.

ೃ⁀➷ nyla harper

absolutely hate sex!! especially when she first becomes a training officer after coming back from her undercover work. as a detective, nyla’s a bit full of herself, and it drives you insane as one of the other TOs beside tim, angela, and formerly talia.

angela mostly keeps to herself, almost admiring nyla’s confidence. tim avoids her altogether after she bruises his fragile ego. but you? you refuse to let her think she’s better than everyone else. both of you are stubborn, sharp-tongued, and know exactly which buttons to push to set the other off.

one shift, nyla makes a reckless call during an all-hands case that nearly jeopardizes the whole operation. she gets an earful from sergeant wade but somehow walks away without repercussions—and somehow, that’s what leads you to her apartment that night.

“you came to my house to what? prove me wrong? or was it to gloat?” nyla hisses, standing inches from you.

“you were completely out of line today. you may think you’re better than all of us, but—”

before you can finish, nyla strides forward and pushes you back against the door, crashing her lips onto yours in a fierce, dominating kiss that cuts your words short.

“be careful who you’re talking to.” she warns, voice low. “i’m a detective, and that’s what you’ll be addressing me as for the rest of the night. got it?”

from that night on, you make it your mission to get under her skin even more at the station because by the time you clock out, the payoff is always worth it.

ೃ⁀➷ zoe anderson

i had to go with forbidden sex. zoe anderson is every inch a model captain—composed, precise, by-the-book. at least she was…until you. you’re her officer. her responsibility. her line she swore she’d never cross.

you both knew it was not only wrong, but could jeopardize both of your careers. you tried to resist until you both eventually agreed to keep secret until you were able to transfer out.

not one person had any inkling about your relationship, which made the occasional risks you took feel even more thrilling, though, zoe never took them lightly.

“you’re supposed to be heading home, yet you decide to come into my office like a needy slut and tease me.” zoe snarls as she pushes your head further into her desk while her other hand works inside of you.

you’re bent over her desk, cheek pressed to the wood, bare from the waist down as your arousal drips down your thighs. with ever pump of zoe’s fingers, you want to moan out loud, but you use ever fiber of willpower you have to keep your mouth shut.

“i’m going to make you regret breaking the rules, baby.” zoe rasps into your ear before laying a soft kiss and removing her fingers from you, leaving you with an emptiness. “go home before you make it worse.”

eventually, you’re both in too deep. if anyone or anything ever came close to exposing what you had, one of you would be willing to step away from your duties if it meant keeping each other.

ೃ⁀➷ talia bishop

its secretive sex. talia absolutely despises anyone knowing about her personal life, aside from maybe angela. whether you work beside her or somewhere completely unrelated to the LAPD, she keeps quiet.

it’s never against you. she adores you, treats you like a queen. that’s actually why she doesn’t tell anyone. because behind closed doors, talia bishop is a total softie when it comes to you.

it’s the end of her shift, and nolan’s driving. her phone suddenly chimes with the special sound she specifically set for your contact. nolan’s rambling about whatever minor disaster he’s dealing with while she casually glances at her phone.

you: *sent an attachment*

you: hope you get home soon. i miss you.

talia silently thanks herself for keeping her screen dim, because the photo you’ve sent—a seductive mirror shot in new lingerie she hasn’t seen yet—would definitely raise questions.

“are you blushing? i didn’t know you were capable of that! so who is it? ss it new? what is she—” nolan stops mid-ramble when talia turns her head and fixes him with that sharp, unamused glare.

“glad you stopped talking before i assigned you with tim.” she warns, voice flat but terrifying. then she finishes typing her reply, lips twitching into the smallest smile.

talia: you better be ready. you almost got me caught.

Musashi Miyamoto

The manga will never update but I swear irl he adopts like 7 kids he was a father. And he loves his fictional wife.

Captain Andersen