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#Looking for a copsucker
coffin-contemplator · 1 month
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❝the ‘hanky code’ collection❞, chapter Ⅰ
Summary:
“‘I need a fresh tie,’ Strahm states casually, suddenly coming to a halt in the middle of the room. (...) Hoffman tilts his head to the side, not an ounce of care present. ‘Try wardrobe?’”
Perez is probably the first one to realise, and it’s painful to see just how oblivious the men around her are. A medium-blue handkerchief, mostly hidden within the compounds of the right lapel of Hoffman’s suit jacket. And the detective stands right in front of Strahm, taunting him, unbeknownst to the special agent himself. Yes, this may be a coincidence—but “copsucker”? Really?
It’s a ridiculous scene, and normally Lindsey would probably laugh. But she’s being professional, so she doesn’t. She tries not to look either, proceeds to brush it off. Focuses on the priorities; on her job as a federal agent. Yet, she can’t help but let her gaze wander every now and then, still, eyes flickering between Strahm and Hoffman, partly wanting to see her partner’s reaction if he realises, and partly wishing he doesn’t. 
On the way back to their own office, Perez glances curiously at Peter. 
“Have you noticed at all?” She asks eventually, no longer able to keep her interest at bay.
“Noticed what?” Strahm replies with an inquiry on his own, appearing surprised.
For a second, she simply stares, stunned. Then, allowing herself a subtle, knowing smirk, she responds. 
“Never mind, then.” 
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If there’s one thing Detective Hoffman hates, it’s stumbling across Lawrence and Adam. And he can’t even decide which is worse; being subjected to Gordon’s condescending look, or dealing with overly friendly Stanheight. Whatever the case, both stand as infuriating.
It’s simply a matter of business with Lawrence (or at least that’s what they both choose to offer as the official version). If you were to ask Adam, though, he doesn’t believe that for a second. And he doesn’t mind, either. 
Feeling slightly hyper today, as he sometimes does, he would normally let the two older men talk and settle things between themselves, while he paces, maybe takes some pictures, probably smokes (this is one of the very few instances during which Lawrence is too busy to grace Adam with a disapproving stare). 
But then something pinpoints his attention and he can’t help but react accordingly. 
His sudden close proximity is enough to make the other two pause. 
“Dear?” Lawrence prompts, caught off guard. 
However, Adam isn’t looking at him—his focus lies purely on the detective. After another while of hesitation and turning some thoughts over in his mind, he points at the red handkerchief, hanging out of Hoffman’s front pants pocket. 
“Actually?” He glances at the older man in disbelief. 
A flicker flashes across Hoffman’s face, as the sudden realisation dawns at him. “Uh, listen,” he hisses, stuttering, visibly flustered. “Maybe I might’ve been a bit… desperate recently…” 
By this point, Lawrence is pretty much lost completely. He casts a glance at his boyfriend once more, searching for some hint that may lead him to reach some reasonable conclusion. Adam’s shit-eating grin isn’t of much help, though.
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“I need a fresh tie,” Strahm states casually, suddenly coming to a halt in the middle of the room. 
His gaze lazily travels toward Hoffman, still resting on the bed, and his own neck attire still bound to the headboard. Involuntarily, he raises his eyebrow, briefly reflecting on his choices from the previous night. Making rational and responsible decisions is indeed definitely easier while sober. 
Hoffman tilts his head to the side, not an ounce of care present. “Try wardrobe?” 
Strahm huffs with irritation but doesn’t retort. Instead, he follows the instruction (for once), sliding the door open and taking a look. Due to the limited variety of his partner’s choice of clothing, finding a clear tie fortunately proves anything but difficult. However, something inside captures Strahm’s attention and makes him stop dead in his tracks. 
Once realising what he’s looking at, he turns back to the other man, a blank unreadable expression painted on his face. 
He’s seen a lot in this apartment by now; starting on some more subtle bindings, ending on leather accessories and muzzles. But this… This is something entirely different. And strange. 
“Why in the world would you need this many handkerchiefs?” Caught off guard, Strahm quickly motions to the drawer that appears to be overflowing with a disarray of colours and patterns. 
A knowing grin brightening his features, Hoffman spares the Agent a smug glance. “The right attire is the key to communication,” he explains eloquently as if stating the obvious to an idiot. “These help me declare my needs more clearly.” 
The detective visibly expects some response, a reaction transmitting some sort of understanding. Instead, he observes Strahm stare back at him for at least a few seconds, his brow furrowed, before shrugging it off, muttering “whatever” under his breath and, finally, leaving. 
Hoffman lets his gaze linger on the door that his partner just slammed shut right before his eyes, in a hurry. He doesn’t move for a while longer but eventually, the initial surprise passes and the detective’s mind catches on. 
He reaches for his phone, going to his contacts without as much as looking at the screen. His fingers quickly tap a combination of buttons, creating a brief but clear and direct message. 
To: Lindsey Perez  k. running out of options. do i just stick a printed hanky code to his face or sth?
A/N: Thank you for reading! This is the first "chapter" of this work, hence more may appear in the future if I come up with something more.
Please, consider stopping by my Ao3! 💚
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deirdreskye · 2 years
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The threat of getting harassed or like hatecrimed by strangers in public for looking like a tranny is extremely scary to me, it's definitely a huge thing in my life that affects me in all sorts of ways. but like I find it pretty fucking whack when people act like that's the biggest most important primary mechanism through which transphobia/homophobia/whatever affects us. I dunno it kinda smells like copsucker mindset to me lol, this idea that it's random violent criminals accosting us that we should be most worried about? Some of you people talk about this shit like it's the movie Death Wish and you're Gay Charles Bronson. Get a grip lol.
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thedawgsblog · 7 years
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WAZZUP DAWG……..
If you are looking for updates on The Frank Carson Case, or my Linda (copsucker) Taylor series, or AJ Pontillo series Please go to the category drop down menu to the right on a computer or at the bottom on a hand held device and click on the right category for your choice.
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service4cops · 2 years
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“How do you work this thing” he’s thinking. 
He’s not that good with technology and is better with mechanical things, like zippers. A simple tug will get his ball juice flowing. 
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service4cops · 1 year
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Daddy’s forgotten the password for the Copsucker list. 
(hint, try SWALLOW)
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service4cops · 5 months
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Left: "You the copsucker?"
Me: "Yeah."
Right: "Good, because we need some service"
Me: "Well stop by, sit back, and I'll service you to completion."
Left: "Sounds good."
The daddies are always in need of servicing and come loaded looking for release.
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service4cops · 2 years
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It’s Daddy’s first time using the new centralized service system. You just enter your requirements and it shows you the closest available provider.
Now, let’s see, Daddy’s searching for an immediately available ball-licking, ass-tonguing, expert copsucker, who takes it in his mouth, swallows, has a 5 Star rating, and who was last used within a week, all within a 2 mile radius. 
Guess whose details came up? Lucky me. 
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service4cops · 2 years
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He was working late, was the only one there, and so figured he may as well get something out of it. This new integrated system makes it easier than ever for Officers to get the service they need. 
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service4cops · 2 years
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“How about this guy here? He’s close, available, and he swallows.”
What more could the Officers ask for? 
Well it turns out they can ask for a lot more and they can get it too! 
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service4cops · 3 years
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“Room 611″ I told him and “bring your buddies”
I was staying in the hotel and accidentally wondered into the police recruitment day taking place downstairs. I thought there might be a vacancy for a service provider, so I offered to interview for it on my knees. 
They came . . .  in my mouth, so I musta done something right!
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service4cops · 2 years
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These boys are going through the system to see who’s available within a 2 mile radius and is free to spend a few hours performing some “desk service”. I’m available. 
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service4cops · 3 years
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“Okay, so let me just finish programming this right here and you should be able to bring up the list of all the copsuckers in the neighborhood, right from your cruiser.”
It’s not exactly standard issue, but with a few modifications, the Officers can stop by locally anywhere in the City. Thank god for technology!
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