Hiii btw I love your fics, your writing is exquisite🤞🏾.
I'm exited that you are accepting Miranda Hilmarson request soo. I'm obsses with playing dangerous by Lana del rey, can you do or use the lyrics for do a fic with Miranda. I was thinking about a conversación between reader and Miranda in their police car, and R flirting making Miranda nervous ahha. The song is so good for this.💗
Atte: scorpio anon
Playing Dangerous
While watching your ex’s house burn, a police officer approaches you for questioning. You just wanted a bit of attention after a bad breakup and didn’t expect to be struck with lust at first sight.
Word count: 1.2 k Authors note: Ok, this has been on my asks forever and I'm tremendously sorry for that, scorpio! I hope you can forgive me. Also, the gif was very loosely chosen, I just wanted something spicy ;) Important addition: Miranda is not uncomfortable with reader's handsiness, just flustered.
You sat in the grass of the median, between bushes of red roses the board thought would bring a classy feeling to the condominium complex. In front of you, Travis’ house was at its peak, from now on the fire would only grow a small amount before starting to die out. The second bottle of your dad’s expensive whiskey sat half-empty on your side.
In the distance, you heard the sound of a siren. How the firefighters hadn’t already arrived was beyond you, but the police were apparently on their way.
Rather surprisingly, it was only one car, and from it, you heard only one person exiting. Was your hard work really not worth a bit more? Your broken heart deserved more than one pathetic cop.
“Good night!” someone approached you, “Was it you who reported the fire? I was informed the house was empty and am here to make sure it stays that way until the firefighters arrive.”
“Everybody knows I'm a good girl, officer,” you comment immediately. You could sense her moving around you slowly, taking you in. You were drunk and wanted attention. If a police officer was all you got, you would play your cards accordingly.
“So, it was you?” upon your silence, she gave up on waiting for your response, “Have you seen any strangers in the street lately? Someone lurking or acting weird?” her voice was soft and soothing. You thought, rather unprompted, that it would be incredible to hear her whisper in your ear.
“No, this is quite a peaceful place to live, no one acting strange,” you said, gazing fascinatedly at the flames swirling up in the sky, creating beautiful and menacing figures. He deserved it, he set a fire in your heart only to discard you so now you would watch his house go down in flames just as well.
“Alright…” her tone changed. She sounded careful, almost fearful, you couldn’t help the thrill it sparkled in your chest, like a delicious pain of pride. “And would say you are involved, do you think?” did she think you didn’t know what you were doing?
“No, I wouldn't do a thing like that, that's for sure.” You gave her your sweetest voice, getting up to see her for the first time. She was much taller than you, her eyes bright pools of blue reflecting the flames behind you. “The house was already on fire; I swear I'm not a liar.” You knew your smile gave you away, but you didn’t care if it meant going anywhere with her. God, she was hot.
“Right,” she was sceptical, but decided to entertain you, “And are you ok?”
“Well, I'm a little shaken, but I'm fine, thanks for asking.” You gave her a bashful smile, biting your lip and surveying her up and down. “Tell me, do you always work alone so late, officer?” the word sent shivers through your spine. Her taken-aback expression was the cutest thing on earth, and you wondered if she would be so shy in another setting.
“Gosh, I'm a little shy standing here in my nightgown.” You tried to hint at your transparent clothing, she seemed to inspect you carefully for the first time and swallow a comment.
“That won’t be a problem, miss, we’ll give you things to wear. Please come with me.” She said and, out of nowhere, you saw her produce a pair of handcuffs. Did she distract you all this time? Huh, point to you.
“Do you really have to put those tight handcuffs on?” you asked as she made you turn around with strong hands on your upper arms. You looked over your shoulder at her and she made direct eye contact with you.
“I’m afraid I do.” And with a click, she swirled you around and you were looking at each other again.
Looking at me, then suddenly;
She was so breathtakingly attractive. It felt like a hurricane in your stomach every time your eyes met hers. Her strong grip on your arm carried you to the back of her car and you were swimming in lust.
“Will you join me here?” you said as she forced you down in the seat, “You can ask me anything you want, anything, anything, I’ll tell you all you want to know.”
She eyed you with some suspicion but slid to the seat at your side. You didn’t move too much to give her space, and your thighs were pressed together.
“I’ll ask you some questions but we’ll have to go through a formal interview at the station.” She said, getting a small recording device from her breast pocket.
“Uhum, that’s fine.” You agreed, leaning your head closer to her. “Tell me, officer, do you have a girl? I don't see a ring on your finger.”
“I’m not…” she started, then looking at you she stopped. Was she considering your flirting? She was definitely checking you out, you could tell.
Again, she swallowed, but you were close enough now to listen to the motion. You wanted to lick her neck.
“You’re not?” you prompted in a husk.
“I’ve never had any girls…” she was flustered. Was she a horrible cop or was this just your lucky night?
“Well that's interesting, have you ever thought of dating one?”
Outside, the flames were getting higher, and with them your desire to ravish the well-put-together, adorably shy woman beside you.
“It's kind of exciting, don't you think?” you whispered, boldly getting onto her lap in a straddle.
Then suddenly she pushed you onto the seat and left the back of the car, closing the door loudly.
When she started the car, you saw the firefighters arriving through the window. Well, there went one of your entertainments for the night.
I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane;
I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game;
She didn’t say anything else on the way to the station, didn’t look at you from the rear-view mirror. Paid no attention to your flirting.
If you can't stand the heat, then stay out of the fire.
You might get what you desire, love is strange; sometimes it makes you crazy, it can burn or break you down.
I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane;
I've been bad, I've been wrong, playing a dangerous game;
I'm in love, I'm in love, loving hurricane.
You knew your dad would pay for your release. He would let you spend the night in jail to “teach you a lesson”, and then you’d be home again. It was always like that.
When you were walking out the next morning, you saw the officer from the previous night. She was leaning on the front counter with a few papers, no one seemed to be paying attention, so you approached her.
“Did you think about my proposal?” you whispered close to her, and she jumped. She only looked at you, confused. “C’mon, I’ve been bad, but I swear what they say it’s true… I can be a very good girl.”
She was silent for a while, and you thought she would tell you off when she tore a corner of one of her papers which already contained her number.
Another point for you, you thought, leaving with a spring in your step.
