Roleplay Cop Novels & Stories

"You knew I was a cop from the start." The man raised his hands and smirked. He did not seem scared of the dagger at all. He stared at me with his head cocked.

I cupped his firm chest, squeezing it tightly and then, I began fondling his aroused nipples. “You have been such a bad criminal and now, i have arrested you...” I said, pinching his nipples.He lets out a ragged breath, his face was flushed and his body twitched in response to my touch.“S-So...” he swallowed,“... you are playing the cop and I’m the criminal?”I smiled sheepishly, leaving his chest, I took off the robe while my eyes never left his face.

He tackled the cop before the man could turn back. They hit the floor hard. The cop’s gun skittered across the tiles. The cop was strong. He threw an elbow into Julian’s ribs. Julian grunted but didn't let go. He wrapped his arm around the man's neck in a sleeper hold. "Sleep," Julian hissed. "Just sleep." The cop struggled. He clawed at Julian’s arm. But Julian’s grip was iron. Ten seconds later the cop went limp. Julian checked his pulse. Strong and steady. He was just unconscious.

He sneered. I didn't fight him. I didn't even flare my nostrils. I just looked at him with a sad, weary smile that seemed to unsettle him more than a punch would have. “Fuck!” He said even more angrily as he looked at my expression. “Just what did this damn cop feed you that you're acting like a total pussy. I can't believe you are my role model.” He paused. “Damn! Were! You were my role model.” He shouted with irritation clear in his voice.

“Which means you’re either the stupidest criminal I’ve ever met, or you’re a cop.” The air left her lungs. She said nothing, her body coiled tight. He stood and walked around the desk, stopping just beside her chair. He leaned down, his mouth close to her ear, his breath warm on her skin. “I’m going to guess cop. The question is… what kind of cop walks into the lion’s den dressed as a lamb chop?” He reached out and tucked a strand of her dark hair behind her ear, his knuckles grazing her cheek. The touch was shockingly intimate. “I could have Rico search you. Thoroughly. I’m sure we’d find a wire. Or a badge.”

"I was trying to figure out who he was and why he was following me, but then people began to come along. I had to pretend he was someone I knew so they wouldn't suspect a thing." "Oh?" Camille breathed calmly, her distress decreasing a notch. "So who is he then?" "Well, that's where we have a problem," Juniper replied, her eyes wavering uneasily. She flipped open the wallet she'd gotten from his pocket earlier and slipped out an ID card from it before showing it to Camille. "He's a cop." Camille's concern skyrocketed again. "He's a what?" She boomed, barely glancing at the ID. "You knocked out a cop? Jesus! Juniper, I didn't teach you to fight so you could go around hitting police officers."

Bryan asked. The cop frowned. "I don't know you kid" the cop replied. "Well, now you'll know me" Bryan said then tapped the cop on his head very hard. He took to his heels. TBC

He pulls out a long object, which flashes in the moonlight. A dagger. He lunges at the biker, a growl sounding from his mouth. The biker manages to dodge on time, sending him sprawling. The biker ceases the chance and kicks him from the back, causing him to sloppily topple to the ground. He straddles him, pinning his hands behind his back. He pulls out a pair of handcuffs. He's a cop? "You're a cop?" I ask, my voice hoarse. He stands up, walking in my direction. I take a step back, with the thought that he's heading for me. But he walks past me to his bike.

I shove the door open, then slam it shut. She whirls around to face me. “You made a fucking fool of me out there. Do you know how embarrassing that was for me?” “Don’t blame me. You had to know I was going to find you.” I strip off my leather jacket and toss it onto the couch, but it does nothing to cool me off. “It’s my job.” “You mean it’s your job to stalk me.” All that gets is a laugh. “Don’t turn it into that. It’s not stalking when I’m doing a job. My job is to—”

Isabelle, you make me sick. Rage boiled in my chest, but I forced myself to suppress it. I was a cop. Even out of uniform, I was a cop. I was going to make sure these people lost so spectacularly that they wouldn't even know what hit them. "Give me that!" Desperate to play the hero in front of Jodie, Leroy lunged forward and snatched my phone off the table. My instincts kicked in to grab it back, but he was too fast. "Since you're too chicken to look, I'll look for you!"