𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐲

I identify as she/bitch/her. I go by Charlie. Not Charlotte. Not Char. Fuck off if you think I’ll answer to anything else. Detective and Black Sheep of the force. 21+ Parody…Obviously MDNI - No Exceptions NSFW (kiss my ass if you don’t like it) IC Only Like & Repost

@OfUrChills Never, stud.

@SinfulVoracity Don't forget it. . .

I fuckin' love this man. Didn't think I could love anyone, not even myself...then you came into my life and proved me wrong. Every day with you in my world makes it better than I ever could have imagined. @OfUrChills #mcm

@OfUrChills Y O U R S

@SinfulVoracity M i n e.

@OfUrChills Your bad bitch.

@SinfulVoracity Uh huh. . . And you're a bad bitch.

@OfUrChills Goes without sayin' that you're a hot bad boy. Love you too, stud.

@SinfulVoracity And here I thought I was just a hot bad boy. . . Kidding. Love you, baby. . .

@OfUrChills Yea?

@SinfulVoracity It's a good look..

Yea, I'm wearing a dress. It has flowers on it. Fuck off.

@SleuthInShadows Lifting my brows, I open my mouth and then close it, thinking better of the snarky remark I'd been formulating. "I see us puttin' some scumbag away for murder, Wallenquist. Why? What are you seein'?" What the fuck was I missing here?

@SinfulVoracity He didn't look at her. Looked out the window. Checking the mirrors again. "Mentally fast forward to the end of this. What do you see happening?" He shuts his eyes. "Seriously think on that."

𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲: 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗘𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘀 With @SinfulVoracity 𝟬𝟴𝟬𝟬 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗶𝘁 The squad room. Black coffee and homicide. Sweet homicide. Homicide. All there was here was HOMICIDE. THE JOB.

@SleuthInShadows ~ "Spill it. What are you thinking? And while you're spilling that info, care to tell me what the fuck is wrong with you? You're paler than Casper the friendly ghost."

@SleuthInShadows I'm not in the mood for guessing games today. Jerking the wheel to the right sharply, I enter a parking lot and slide the heavy vehicle into a vacant spot. Killing the engine, I turn in my seat to face you, pulling my shades low to look at you over the lenses. ~

@OfUrChills Guess we're just gonna have to watch it together one night.

@SinfulVoracity Ohhh. . . Ain't seen that one, baby.

Purple? For Easter? Groundbreaking. IYKYK

@OfUrChills A spin on The Devil Wears Prada, stud.

@SinfulVoracity He doesn't think he knows. . .

@SleuthInShadows ~ "Take a breath, Wallenquist. I don't need you passing out on me 'cause of low blood sugar or some shit." The captain could wait a few fuckin' minutes for his first "check in".

@SleuthInShadows Sparing a glance at you, I scowl, then focus back on the road. "𝘞𝘦 are going to get food. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 look like shit." I mutter a few more choice words under my breath, the rumble of the Tahoe's engine covering up anything incriminating. ~

@SleuthInShadows ~ I already know you most likely haven't. Beef. You needed beef. Once we're away from the scene, I kill the lights and hit the gas, heading downtown to the closest burger joint. Food was fuel. I always thought better on a full stomach and you needed to get your shit together.

@SleuthInShadows ~ so I can edge the big vehicle through. Not that I would currently give a fuck if I ran one of them over. One less asshat to deal with later. Glancing at you, I quickly take in your pale, sweaty face. Fuck. "Have you eaten anything today?" I don't wait for you to answer, ~

@SleuthInShadows ~ get my ass chewed out for that one. Fuck 'em. Pulling my sunglasses from the neck of my shirt, I slide them on and wrap my hand around your bicep, steering you towards my Tahoe. "Let's get the fuck outta here, yeah?" Just two Detectives doing their jobs.

@SleuthInShadows ~ Not bothering to wait for the elevator, I take the stairs, nearly running down them to the lobby. I ignore everyone I pass, causally flipping off a few journalists that ask for a statement as I go. Inwardly, I curse when I hear shutters going off, knowing I'll ~