#the handler deserved better

[pokemon1oadvanced]

The Handlers death was for shock value and I stand by that

[ohrackham]

what was the point of lila thinking home was a feeling she didn't deserve and could never earn until she found diego. what was the point of them finding deep, meaningful love in each other. what was the point of lila opening her heart and confessing that all she really wanted was a family with him.

what was the point of developing diego and lila over two seasons, creating such a beautiful, chaotic bond, just to destroy it for no reason.

[walterposting]

I'm kinda wondering what Handler Walter's AC would look like. Sure, we have the HAL 826, but I wouldn't say it actually belongs to him. I think it's acquired by Arquebus/Overseer after the vascular plant is rediscovered, as you can see it in the cutscene that plays after beating CEL 240. Depending on the route taken, he is either forced to pilot it when he is sent after 621 by Arquebus or uses it to fight ALLMIND himself as a last resort.

I'm wondering what kind of AC he'd choose for himself and how he'd customize it. Honestly, I think he'd have better taste than whoever designed the HAL 826. That thing is ugly.

Personally, I think he'd pilot a lightweight or midweight AC with a very boring color scheme, but I don't really have much of an idea of what specifically it would look like.

[xlillilith]

nothing to see here just have a lot of thoughts on tiana toomes as a character and how if marvel actually utilized her more and don't end up screwing her over she can a really amazing character and become a character able to stand alone (esp as a black female character because marvel has a serious lack of them)

this got long lolll

tiana/starling has so much potential as a character, in the sense of being standalone and not just a character who's Miles's Girlfriend. there's so much potential with her lore, being the granddaughter of one of the most infamous spiderman villains and the relationship between them. also her past + life before meeting miles, how she grew up, the impact that her father's abandonment and her mother's death had on her, what led her to becoming starling, etc---there's a lot of ways they can explore and develop her into a complex character. there just needs to be a writer to push her more, who cares about her and her potential. cody ziglar is great with miles but he hasn't really done enough work on cementing her as an individual character (because what do we know about her other than she dates miles and is a fellow superhero? whats her life like outside him, what other relationships does she have? what does she do outside of being a hero) and it's hard to get to know her because she just shows up every now and then. she needs an arc focused on fleshing out her backstory so people are given a reason feel an impact from her. and to care for her beyond her relationship to miles

as for her relationship with miles, i love them and i think they're great! i think she's the best love interest he's had in any media and i sincerely hope and pray she'll last and stick around for a long time as his long lasting love and become a permanent member to his cast, but there's room for their relationship to grow too. why are they good for each other? what made them fall for each other? we need moments outside of spiderman and starling, as miles and tiana. what they do in their downtimes. how do they spend their time together, does tiana know miles's family? has she interacted with billie, what do rio and jeff think of her? has miles interacted with adrian (actually this would be the perfect storyline for them to do considering she cut him off because of spiderman) we see tiana support miles, but how does miles support tiana? how would he react in a situation where she needs his support. there's a lot to consider and a lot of ways they can flesh out their dynamic

miles and tiana have potential to be one of the greatest couples in marvel, and im tired of ppl overlooking and ignoring it (and her). miles and tiana as of right now are one of the very few black relationships in marvel (which is extremely extremely sad how rare black couples are) and are one of the more healthier ones. they're great representation and fill a void we so desperately need to fill when it comes to black love and i'd hate to see it thrown away. i hateee how much marvel overlooks them and that there's the possibility of breaking them up (due to....certain factors 🙄)

overall tiana just has so much to offer and it hurts to see how marvel isn't doing what they could with her and she deserves better. i just hope she can be able to live up to her potential and not suffer the fate a lot of black marvel characters do ahhhhh

[creepy-crowleys]

What's your most proud you've been of Crowley in your time writing/drawing her?

((Her buckling down and putting in the hard work to break away from her self-destructive spirals after the Match debacle, and forcing herself to accept that people are going to love and care about her regardless of how she feels about herself - the least she can do is try to honor that care instead of pushing against it.))

[fivessuit]

me too five, fucking CUNT

Five + Simply NOT Vibing with the Handler…

[clonedchaos]

Handler for the Untamable Chapter 1

Rating: T for canon-typical violence

Book Summary:

“I’m sorry, Ms. Dawson. But it’s out of my hands. The asset has been deemed far too erratic for such training. Look, I know you’re a capable young woman. But maybe… maybe this is something you need to let go,” My boss’s eyes bored into my own, matching it in flaming intensity. He was serious about this, wasn't he?

I could feel my fists curling tightly below the desk. It wasn’t fair. Putting her in isolation? What good would that do for her, or anyone at the park? I made a decision then and there. When faced with an impossible task, I wouldn’t give up. Didn't he know that? I can prove myself. I just gotta.

I raised my head, a defiant fire bursting forth from my gaze. Mr. Masrani leaned forward in his chair with an intent look. The room felt suffocating, like we were both holding our breath for what I was going to say next. But I knew I had to say something. Finally, I spoke my conviction.

“I WILL be the Indominus Rex’s trainer. No matter what this job entails or throws my way, I’m not giving up on her… Someday I hope you choose to do the same.”

Tumblr Version: ~Enjoy!~

Journal Entry #Whocaresanymore: December 19th, 2015

Okay, I don’t have a lot of time to write this, so I'll make it quick.

Everything has fallen apart.

Indie broke out of containment. She’s on a rampage.

I don’t know how many losses we’ve suffered. Frankly, I don’t want to know.

The guests are flying off the handle. Couldn’t blame ‘em.

’We pride ourselves on the safety of our guests and our animals’. That’s what the higher ups always told us. That’s what they told the guests.

I should’ve known there was something going on from the start. Something deeper to all of this.

We played God. Now, we’re paying the price for human ignorance.

Every. Single. One of us. 

Masrani is dead.

InGen is taking over… 

Hoskins thinks he’s in charge. And I just— He shouldn’t be! 

God, and now we’re scrambling to pick up the pieces of HIS mess!

First, he wants me to retire from my job as Indie’s trainer. Now, he’s bent on the notion that the raptors can kill her.

I couldn’t let that happen. I should’ve, after everything that has happened, but… 

I couldn’t.

I guess this is my fault. All my fault.

…I don’t know what to do… What can I do?

Will fleeing from our problems really solve them? Doubtful.

Owen can’t placate the raptors any longer, and I can’t get through to my own Rex.

We’re outsiders to her and her new pack. We’re in her territory now.

We’re her prey.

I practically raised her. Trusted her.

Whatever bond we made after all those months… It’s gone now.

I want to help her. I really do. But that doesn't seem like a viable option right now...

I can only hope that we make it 

“Jordan!” A sharp, alarmed scream hurls me right out of my journal and back into reality. The van slammed on its brakes, violently jerking me forward. The seatbelt chokes me around the collar and chest as the breath draws out of my lungs.

My journal tumbled off my lap and into the floorboards below. I thrust my arms out and onto the dashboard before I could slam my head against the windshield. Getting a concussion wasn’t on my list of things to have happen to me today— besides I was about 80% sure I had one already judging from my splitting headache.

Thanks, Delta.

”Natalie!” I snapped out through bared teeth as my brown, curled hair obscured my vision. My glasses slipped right off my nose and joined my journal in the depths of the van. I cursed under my breath, wishing I had extra contacts in my bag for the day’s catastrophe. But, alas, I was practically blind as a bat at the moment.

I leaned down and began to fumble around for the specs. At this late an hour, in the middle of the jungle, it was like searching for a needle in a haystack… if that needle was practically invisible.

Natalie, my alleged partner-in-crime, sat in the driver’s seat. She was a decent enough driver when it came to rougher terrain. I had seen her tactfully navigate around the rocks and dips in the jungle roads in order not to disturb the injured dinosaurs in the back of her medical vehicle. ‘I make this jungle trek look smooth as butter’, she’d proudly claimed one day.

Right now, though…? I think I’ve met rookie sixteen-year-olds that could drive better than her. But, I was in no state to be driving or complaining— which she had told me three times already—, so I had to live with her occasional stops or sharp turns around the tighter bends. I only wanted to hurl maybe once or twice. Perhaps writing my latest journal entry while speeding like a missile through the backroads wasn't such a good idea. But I needed to write my thoughts somewhere.

People needed to know what I had seen. What I had experienced.

Natalie reached a hand over to roughly shake my arm as I continued to search. Her other hand was currently wrapped in a death grip around the steering wheel; it had been ever since the raptors got loose in the jungle. It would take a will of steel to be able to rip her from it. Or, a dinosaur.

“Jordan—“ She stammered in a thick British accent, her words coming out as a strangled croak.

”What?” I groaned in exhaustion and mild annoyance as my fingers felt along the smooth glass of my spectacles. Aha! I snatched them up and quickly placed them back in its proper position, while making sure to brush the hair out of my face with a hand so that I could see better. Smudged, but not broken. 

When I turned over toward the paleo-veterinarian beside me, I found she was looking off into the distance with a petrified, blank stare. The van’s headlights scoured across the jungle floor before us and gifted a ghostly hue to the trees surrounding the path. Up ahead was a tight bend in the road, a clear safety hazard under such dim lights and no proper signage. The headlights were not the best in terms of night vision, but it was better than driving around in the pitch black with hungry, bloodthirsty dinosaurs on the loose.

I squinted in the direction Natalie was concentrated on. There was nothing there but the gentle, rhythmic sway of the leaves. I rolled the window down and reached out quickly with a hand before pulling it back into the safety of the vehicle. No wind.

I couldn’t see her at first. Then again, who really could? She was good at fooling people. That much I knew all too well. 

The Indominus Rex was deathly silent, with astonishing camouflage to boot, when she wanted to be. We all learned that lesson the hard way.

The blotched greens, blacks, and browns of the forestry ahead of us began to shift and ripple as if they were alive. A large, mottled muzzle peeks out from the branches and into the shaft of light. As the light shone upon its scaly surface, the skin is revealed to be a stark white. Albino. A rarity in the animal kingdom. Well, amongst dinosaurs, at least. And it was certainly a distinction from the shadows crowding the undergrowth and the night sky above.

A low rumble sent gentle vibrations along a watery ditch just beside the path. The clear signal of something approaching, something big. Fifty feet tall, to be more precise. 

The theropod drew nearer, allowing us to see her in full scope. Her large, serrated claws; her gnarled, crooked fangs that glistened and dripped with scarlet red drops of blood; her cold, reptilian stare. I shuffled in discomfort at the sight of her broken teeth and disheveled appearance. No one had taken care of her.

The large theropod took a step closer and leaned down, her large head tilting sideways like a curious bird. Her eyes resembled the crackling embers of a dying fire.

She silently sized us up with the gaze of an apex predator as she swiveled her head side to side. Even if she couldn't see us physically-- which I knew she could-- she would no doubt be able to see us via our heat signatures.

Why would a genetically engineered dinosaur designed for a theme park need the ability to detect thermal radiation? Ask Dr. Wu. I'm sure he could go on for hours about it-- if he was even still alive.

"Jordan..." Natalie whispered as she leaned as far away from the windshield as her seat would allow. Her hand still hadn't given up its iron grip on the steering wheel.

I didn’t hear her. I was rooted to my seat, my nails digging gouges into its leather exterior. My heart thumped loudly in my ears. It was almost deafening. 

The Indominus Rex blinked, her third eyelid shutting sideways like a reptile. Natalie was a mere afterthought for her. I was her target. And she was wired with every primal instinct to kill.

Once, I was her alpha. Perhaps her mother. 

I cared for her. Nurtured her.

Now, she was to be my demise. 

Indie roared, the sound a thunderous boom amongst the panicked silence. Natalie screamed and shielded her ears with her palms. I flinched at the sheer volume but forced myself to hold my head high.

Where did it all go wrong? Was there simply one moment that changed everything? Could I have prevented it if I’d done something different? Or was it all a mere cascade of inevitable events that changed the course of Jurassic World’s “perfect and safe utopia.”

Hmm. Now that…

Maybe, that's a tale to tell from the beginning?

I’m Jordan Dawson. And this is my story…

[digital-nova]

handler assures others that living weapon whumpee is incapable of pain or feelings. they explain time and time again to concerned colleagues that whumpee isn’t human at all, just a soulless machine created for killing/servitude.

so when caretaker has to dress whumpee’s wounds (either post-rescue or during whumpee’s “employment”), it’s done without any kind of pain relief. it’s against caretaker’s better judgement, but there’s no use in wasting resources on someone who doesn’t feel anything, right?

but of course, none of it’s true. handler just lies about whumpee in order to make sure no one treats/views them as a person.

perhaps whumpee assumes that the pain is all part of some punishment, or that they really just aren’t deserving of proper care. either way, they don’t complain. they known that weapons don’t have needs or wants.

[dark-konohagakure2]

I just read your sexually abusive bf sasuke post and oml that made me feel smth. I was wondering if you could write something like that for Madara, Indra or kawaki. Please feel free to just do one of them, no need to do all unless you want to :) I hope you have a great day loves 🫶🫶

tw: noncon, abusive relationships, misogyny, age difference, breeding, dehumanization, neglect, possessiveness, emotional abuse

All characters depicted are 18+

Madara doesn't have a girlfriend or lover, he has a novelty, a womb with legs, a breeder. Nothing more nothing less. She is so far beneath him that he might as well be a superior species to her, and he treats her accordingly.

He rarely spends any time with her, having a myriad of more important things to attend to aside from humoring the worthless affections of some silly lass, but when he is around her, he isn't very pleasant to say the least, figuratively and literally keeping her at arms length unless he wants a certain something from her, that something being the only thing he ever wants from her, the only reason he keeps her around.

Being the head of the Uchiha clan, he's almost always either out on the battlefield or training himself half to death for his next battle, so Madara gets very worked up and stressed, and when he's pent up, all Madara wants to do is squeeze his favorite stress toy until she pops.

Her consent and feelings are less than irrelevant to Madara, she is his property, and that means he is allowed to do whatever he wants with her, including but not limited to filling her up with his offspring.

"Stop moving so much, you mewling quim. You're just a tool to me, and tools don't cry and struggle against their owners..."

On the rare occasion that he puts aside time for her, that time will be spend either degrading her, trying to impregnate her, or both at the same time. He'll spend hours on top of her and bullying her poor womb with with his cock, not stopping until he is absolutely certain that he's successfully knocked her up.

If Madara ever does take her out on a 'date', it'll only be after much pestering from her and for the sole purpose of showing off his property to the less fortunate men of the village. He'll keep his hands on her to make sure she doesn't wander off like a wayward child, whether it be an arm around her waist or shoulder or even a hand gripping her ass, signalling to everyone that she's Madara's bitch.

Despite his habit of showing her off, Madara doesn't let her around anybody besides himself, not even letting her near people trusted by him such as Izuna and Hashirama, it isn't because he doesn't trust them, it's because he doesn't trust her. She was a lowly stray slut before he so graciously tamed her, and once a slut always a slut.

If she ever dares to try and leave him, be it due to falling out of love or just plain old self preservation, Madara won't physically stop her at first, instead he'll attack her with his words, picking at her insecurities and keeping her in line with his words better than any fist ever could.

"You want to leave me? Fine then, go back to being an unloved little harlot, see if I care. You don't deserve all of my love and care anyway..."

Madara isn't a bad boyfriend to her at all, because he doesn't even consider himself to be her boyfriend at all, he's her handler, and she's just an unruly mutt who needs him far more than he needs her.

tw: noncon, abuse, power imbalance, master/pet, degradation, possessiveness, collars

Indra isn't as cruel as his reincarnation, but he's still very cold, and views herself as being far above a pitiful little human like her, he sees her as a pet, a pet he takes care of, but still a pathetic little kitten regardless.

He doesn't start off too bad, while he's still possessive and forceful, he still dotes on his pet in his own distant way, petting her hair and graciously forcing allowing her to sit on his lap, and he'll even gift her a lovely collar that symbolizes their strange union. Although the peace won't last very long...

When his father unexpectedly makes Asura the head of the clan instead of him like he had anticipated, Indra is enraged, believing that his dimwitted younger brother has stolen his rightful position out from under him, and he is in dire need of someone to take his anger out on.

Indra's sudden turn from coldness to red hot anger is as jarring as it is terrifying, his Sharingan glowing a bright ruby color as he holds her down, his face etched into a scowl as he forces her to bare the brunt of his fury.

"Don't resist me, stupid girl. You're my pet and it's your job to keep me happy, and I am the furthest thing from happy in this moment, so do your job, now."

After that day any semblance of fondness that Indra had for her is seemingly gone. He still keeps her around, but he no longer pats her head or acts affectionately, instead yanking on her leash harshly whenever he wants her close and forcing her to service his erection whenever the urge strikes him.

He doesn't let her out of his sight either, Indra doesn't want her to be around anyone except for him, especially not wanting her near his father or that damn Asura. She's like a consolation prize for him in a way, Asura might have gotten the position of their father's succesor, but Indra got the most perfect toy in the world.

Indra also won't be as forgiving of disobedience from her as he used to be, in the past he would simply lecture her or give her a slap on the wrist if she went against him, but now if she steps out of line his punishments will be much more swift and brutal, be it a slap across the face or a harsh face-fucking.

If she ever tries telling him that she wants to leave him, Indra will show some mirth for the first time in a while by laughing at her, although it's more of a mocking laugh than a happy one, letting her know that leaving him isn't an option for her.

"You're leaving? Oh how funny, but you seem to have forgotten something, little one. I own you, and you are never leaving me unless it's in a casket."

Indra is nothing short of cruel towards her, but the Otsutsuki doesn't see it that way, he truly believes that the way he treats her is justified because he loves her, because he owns her, and that means he can do whatever he wants with her.

tw: noncon, abuse, threats, semi-public sex, possessiveness, jealousy, victim blaming, noncon kissing

Kawaki actually makes a semblance of an effort to be an actual boyfriend, but he doesn't fully understand how to be one, he thinks that being someone's boyfriend just means having someone he can kiss and order around and nothing more, so that's how he approaches it.

He doesn't try to be mean, but she's always pushing his buttons, trying to hang out with other people that aren't him and not putting out for him, so he sees ever instance of her raising his hand or berates her as completely justified, she's being a bad girlfriend.

Despite how he acts, he doesn't hate her, but she's just so annoying and ungrateful, hardly worthy of all the love he's pouring into her, but he does love her quite a bit, but he isn't able to express those feelings without force and violence due to her tumultuous past.

His gruff disposition will give way to anger when he sees her talking to other men, Kawaki is paranoid when it comes to the people he claims to love, and seeing his girlfriend talking to other guys when she already has him just amplifies these feelings. Why does she always have to be such a bitch? Such a bad, bad girlfriend?

"Who the hell was that? Do you like him more than me? Huh?! If you really love me so much then stop being so damn cold to me and prove it for once.

Kawaki will take her right then and there. She doesn't love him enough to put out, he'll just take what he wants. Fucking is what boyfriends and girlfriends who love each other do, and he's going to fuck her extra hard so she can feel the full depth of his feelings for her.

He's incredibly rough out of both anger and inexperience, he'll try to make up for his harshness in a way by kissing her, but Kawaki is a bad kisser too, his teeth slamming against hers as he presses his lips onto her own, nearly choking her when he forces his tongue down her throat, his bad kissing just makes the entire experience worse for her rather than acting as a band aid solution to his harsh thrusts.

After their 'first time', Kawaki takes that as meaning that their relationship is good and healthy again. Couples are supposed to kiss and have sex all the time, that's the entire point, so he has no idea why she's crying. Maybe she's just shy, or maybe she's just trying to play the victim and make him feel like a bad partner.

Kawaki won't take her seriously if she says she wants to break up, dismissing her words as stupid empty threats, but if she persists, he'll get mad, threatening her with a fate worse than death if she talks like that ever again.

"What?! Leaving me?! Pssh, don't be stupid, if you talk that nonsense again then I'll just send you to the same place I sent Lord Seventh..."

Kawaki doesn't try to be a mean boyfriend, but his intentions don't match his actions in the slightest, but he still tries to justify it regardless, he's trying to be nice, but she just makes it so hard for him.

[hero-hoe]

Owner!Ghost with dogboy!Soap who gets puppygirl!Reader as a gift.

MDNI. 18+ ONLY

Hybrid au. Kidnapping tw, naive!reader, Fem!reader, handjobs (m/m). Ghost and Soap are a little off. Sadomasochism tw

Ghost who's had Soap ever since retiring being discharged due to injury and thought "fuck it, I need something to keep me busy", so he gets himself a retired dogboy. Nothing wrong with 'im, they just tend to cycle hybrids out after a few years of use. Any longer and they go a little wrong in the head. Something about their genetics and how they could get too into their tasks and needed human handlers on the outside.

Ghost is pretty sure the one he got is a little messed up anyway. Fine by him, the man had done his fair share of awful things, too far beyond being considered a good man anymore. At least having the mutt gave him purpose again, he was losing his mind trying to fit back in with polite society on his own. Johnny was Price's idea to get Simon out of his house, to take care of himself instead of wasting away in a bare bones cabin in the countryside. Take the dog on walks and all that, get a membership at one of those expensive city gyms that let hybrids in so they could both keep up on their training.

Johnny would bark his ear off about his time in the military, causing messes he never had to clean up and getting paid for it. And he didn't push when Simon said nothing about his own experience. And then they settled into a decent enough routine, too intimate to just be hybrid and handler, but Ghost wasn't a man who liked labels. They were just Johnny and Simon, that's all that mattered.

He got a good dog. Sure, he was a bit off, but nothing that couldn't be handled. He barked a lot, hated strangers, refused to sleep anywhere but Simon's room after the first few nights. And he was energetic, always bouncing off the walls or chasing down random animals in the woods. If he brought back something to snack on, Simon never minded, so long as he clean his own mess. Ghost wasn't above rubbing the dog's nose in the blood and mud puddle left on the kitchen floor. Good thing Johnny learned the first time.

It'd been a few years, Ghost hadn't bothered to keep track, but his silly pup was getting restless. Only after the third time coming home to Johnny humping himself stupid in the toy he'd gotten, teeth sunk into the pillows, did Simon finally take him to the vet. Trying to handle the situation himself hadn't helped, and he didn't like seeing his boy so miserable, even if he looked beautiful because of it. Simon swore Johnny never looked better than when he was desperate and on their sheets, fucking into a silicone pussy like his life depended on it and whimpering into a slobber covered pillowcase.

Everything was normal, the vet said, a waste of £150. It's actually a good thing, they told him, means he's healthy and happy enough to breed and is having ruts. Gave him three options: have Johnny fixed, let the mutt handle it himself every time, or get him someone to play with. Simon was offended at the idea of getting his pup snipped, immediately shutting the thought down. But he couldn't keep watching Soap sob and beg, pleading for something Simon didn't have. He held Johnny in his arms each but after that, making sure to stroke his needy pup through every orgasm needed with a hand around his neck for stability.

Johnny was a good dog, Simon relented. Never once bit without being told and made sure to moan nice and loud whenever he was hit. He deserved a treat.

So Simon did his research, went to all the shelters and breeders and even searched the parks for a new treat for his boy. Nobody was good enough, he thought, until he found you. Soft, sweet, and so, so innocent. You didn't hesitate to take his hand when he offered you a treat and some ear scratches, wandering away from your old owner and right into his truck.

You ate the special biscuits he gave you and fell asleep with a dopey smile on your face, so happy when he told you he was gonna take you home and introduce you to his puppy.

Johnny was at the door like always, waiting on his knees at the time Simon said he'd be home. He was anxious and confused today, able to smell you from outside as soon as Ghost pulled up. You smelled so good, but he hated the idea of Simon bringing another dog home. Was he not enough? He'd been so good, why would his master need another pup?

"Settle, mutt." Simon huffed as soon as he heard Johnny's whine, the hybrid kneeling obediently at the door with his ears tucked back. "Stop the damn whining. Got you somethin'." He huffed, shifting you in his arms.

Johnny scooted closer, staying on the ground and sniffing at you cautiously. One of Ghost's massive hands laced into a well maintained mohawk, tugging tight until he calmed down. The pain grounded him, a reminder that Simon was there, that he wasn't being replaced. "Fer me?" Johnny asked, taking another deep inhale along the skin of your thigh where is dangled over Simon's arm.

Ghost hummed, the sound pulling another whine from Johnny's throat. "Smells s'good." He whispered, eyes dilating as he crawled closer. "She's pure bonnie, Sir."

Straddling Simon's boot, rutting mindlessly against his shin while taking in deep huffs of your skin, Johnny couldn't wait to play with you.

[incorrect-rubicon-quotes]

Rusty: buddy, are you telling me your handler didn't get you health insurance?

621: ...

Michigan: A MAGGOT LIKE YOU MUST STAY IN PEAK PHYSICAL CONDITION TO PERFORM, G13!

Walter: my hound's medical situation is under control. Don't worry about it.

Chatty: the boss is disappointed, Walter. The tourist deserves better.

Iguazu: I don't care if the freelancer can't get new glasses or their teeth fixed, CAN WE FOCUS ON THE GIANT WORM?!

Snail: they don't even have dental 😒

Amazing, thank you "They don't even have dental" killed me...

[fangirlfuel]

Out of Line

----

She was twenty nine. Sharp. Composed. Iron-pressed in black suits and polished stilettos, the woman who could shut down a journalist with one glance. Every driver on the grid respected her, most feared her, and the team trusted her with their golden boy: Oliver Bearman.

He was twenty. Talented. Brilliant behind the wheel and disarmingly sweet when the cameras weren’t rolling. He smiled like he didn’t know the effect he had, but she knew. God, she knew. And that was the problem.

Because somewhere between press briefings and flight itineraries, it stopped being professional.

She remembered the exact moment it shifted. It was after his first top five finish. He'd found her outside the media center, eyes gleaming with pride and rainwater.

“Did I say the right things?” he asked.

She smoothed back a wet strand of his hair without thinking, her hand freezing the second she realized what she'd done.

“Perfect,” she said, voice quieter than it should have been.

And then he looked at her like he could read everything she was trying to bury.

From then on, the boundaries blurred. Slowly. Painfully. He started lingering after interviews. She found herself watching him longer during debriefs. She knew better. He was too young, too raw, and she had too much to lose.

But Oliver Bearman wasn't a boy anymore. He was a man with a gaze that stripped her defenses and a voice that made her stomach flutter with the most inconvenient emotions.

One evening in Austria, they found themselves alone in the motorhome after hours. The paddock was quiet, the kind of quiet that felt like permission.

“Why do you always look at me like you’re afraid I’ll ruin you?” he asked, arms folded across his chest.

She swallowed. “Because you could.”

He stepped closer. Not cocky, not demanding ,just present. Gentle. Like he knew she’d bolt if he moved too fast.

“I think about you all the time,” he admitted. “And not like a kid with a crush. I mean the real stuff. You’re the only person who sees me as more than the car, more than the points. You talk to me like I’m someone worth listening to. That matters.”

She looked away. Her throat ached.

“You’re making it really hard to keep this professional,” she whispered.

“Then don’t,” he said.

---

Monaco was the breaking point. Press day chaos, media demands, sponsors clawing for his time. She had a migraine blooming behind her eyes and a blister on her heel.

He found her on the balcony of the hotel, overlooking the glittering sea. His hair was tousled from the wind, his shirt wrinkled from being tugged by handlers and journalists.

“You okay?” he asked.

She nodded but didn’t speak.

He moved beside her, not touching, just standing near. “I see how hard you work. How alone you look sometimes. It’s not fair that you always have to be the strong one.”

Tears burned in her eyes. He shouldn’t have said that. He shouldn’t have seen her that clearly.

“You deserve someone who takes care of you,” he added, softer. “Let me be that. Even if it’s just for tonight.”

She turned. And then he kissed her.

It wasn’t explosive. It was reverent. Like he’d waited a hundred years for her. Her fingers curled into the front of his shirt, and when she pulled away, her voice was broken.

“What do we do now?”

He smiled. “We take it one day at a time.”

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But it wasn’t easy. She iced him out after. Professional mask snapped back on. She didn’t return his texts. She avoided eye contact. She hated herself for it.

And still, he was patient.

Spa was soaked in grey clouds and bitter winds. He crashed in qualifying and disappeared. She found him sitting alone in the hospitality lounge, soaked and silent.

“Don’t shut me out,” he said quietly as she sat beside him.

“I’m scared,” she admitted. “Of what people will say. Of messing up your career. Of ruining my reputation.”

“I’m not a scandal waiting to happen,” he said. “I’m a man in love with a woman who’s spent her whole life protecting everyone but herself. Let me love you. Let me fight for you.”

She reached for his hand. “I don’t know how to do this.”

“You don’t have to know. You just have to try.”

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They told the team quietly. There were talks. Raised eyebrows. But then they saw it: how she softened around him, how he steadied with her beside him. It wasn’t reckless.

It was real.

Years later, she still wore stilettos and sharp suits. But Oliver Bearman held her hand when the lights went out. And she never had to be the strong one alone again.

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Help this was in my drafts, I completely forgot about it (I always do this 🥲, I make the request and save it in the drafts but then forgot to post it😮‍💨) anyway the problem is I write another version because I forgot this one , I wil post first this one and later the other one so yall can compare and say wich one is better 😭

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[dragonsfictavern]

Little Lamb

Astarion Ancunin x f!reader x Halsin Silverbough

a/n: This is also a repost from last week as I tried a new format and hated it. So going back to this loveliness!

Summary: When you offer Astarion a treat after a long day, he more than takes you up on the offer, he suggests a treat for you both. Upon their demise, handlers will ensure their animals are pleased. Astarion thinks the same can be said for your blood. But he needs Halsin's help in order to prove it. To please you and upon your release he will feed and taste it in your blood. You're more than up for trying.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, threesome? Kinda, cunnilingus, breast fondling, blood, biting, aftercare

Word count: 2.9K

The fire crackles lively as you take a damp cloth to Astarion’s face. Washing off the blood from the previous battle. You could tell he was tired, or drained being more accurate of a term. Especially given as he only attempted to wave you off a couple of times, claiming he could clean himself, before giving in and letting you care for him.

In fact, by the look of pure content and adoration plastered across his features, you’d claim him to be downright exhausted. He’d never allow himself to show this side to you otherwise. You try not to show your shock as when moving away curl off his forehead, he hums lowly, leaning into your touch.

You set down the cloth once all the blood is off of his face and he almost stumbles leaning in closer to you. Eyes fluttering open he looks around, coming back to his senses. That mask you know so well falls right over his perfectly clean face.

“Darling, if you wanted an excuse to touch me, you know you didn’t need to wait so long,” Astarion drawls, looking down at his hand to make sure no blood got beneath his fingernails. You raise a brow, the corner of lip twitching up in amusement. Seeing past the persona he hides behind was something that took you longer to do than you’re willing to admit. To know what he was truly asking for between the lines of his snark. But now it almost seems to be second nature to you.

“If you want more of my attention Astarion, you only have to ask,” you reply calmly, though by the look of incredulity he sends you, you know he can hear the humor in your tone. He scoffs loudly, pretending as if he despises every syllable of that sentence. Despite the way he leans into you, his shoulder brushing yours, and the way he pointedly avoids your gaze.

“Needing attention? What am I, a dog?” He sputters, shaking his head for good measure. Even as his shoulder is now completely resting into your chest. You bite your lip in order to suppress the size of your grin. Resting your elbow on your knee, you use it to prop your chin in your hand in order to get a better look at him.

“Not at all. But that doesn’t mean you don’t deserve a treat,” a deep fondness seeps into your tone without your control. You had never been able to hide your feelings for Astarion that well. Not when you first met, when he was manipulating things, and especially not since he’s confessed his own feelings for you. But by now there were things he couldn’t hide from you either.

“A treat you say?” Astarion asks with a pause, going still. He quirks his head, looking at you without really turning toward you. You bite down harder on your lip, desperate not to laugh. You were sure you had him in the palm of your hand by now.

“Hungry?” You offer, pressing into him more fully and angling your neck for him. It had been a few days since Astarion last fed. You knew he was in need, especially after the events of today. He always looked forward to it whenever you walked up to his camp offering yourself up on a silver platter. As you ask, you see a glimmer of interest pass over Astarion’s eyes and before you can blink, he’s sitting up straighter and looking right at you.

“Oh? Why, I have a treat in mind for both of us if you’re willing to indulge yourself with me,” Astarion says, voice turning teasingly sultry for effect and sounding much more invested than he did a moment prior. He takes your hand gently, bringing it to his lips and pressing soft kisses into your warm flesh. Though his eyes remain on you and his lips curl into a grin.

“What did you have in mind?” Your question comes out without hesitance and you’re instead surprised to find… intrigue. Astarion must be able to sense it too as just as the last word leaves your lips, he’s lifting you both up from your spots in front of the fireplace. He turns your bodies, directing them to wherever he plans on taking you two. His arm curls around your waist, pulling you tight against him, causing your hip to caress his with every step.

“You know the way poor helpless animals are led to the slaughter every day, yes? How their handlers aim to please them so their precious meat tastes better,” he explains as you slowly walk throughout the camp, your eyes more on each other than where you’re walking. You don’t know where this, or where you are, going but you know you trust Astarion with your life and everything beyond it. But his choice of wording does raise some questions.

“And what exactly do you mean by ‘please them’ in this context?” You wonder, your heart picking up speed as you seem to have some idea of where this is going. Since Astarion’s confession, you two have taken things as slow as he’s needed. He’s experimented here and there, testing his limits. You’ve stopped whenever and wherever he draws that line and you’ve been happy to do so for him. Just when you think it’ll be another one of those nights, you and Astarion round the corner and you see your other partner, Halsin, standing there waiting. You feel your face drop comically as what Astarion’s asking for settles in. “Oh no.”

The area around them was a bit ways outside of camp. You could no longer see the fire or hear any voices. There was complete privacy… for the moment anyway. The only thing around you all was the greenery of the forest, tall and wide trees for as far as the eye could see. Standing amidst them all was your other partner. Smiling at you softly as you both make your way toward him.

“Now, darling, make sure not to tell the big oaf— sorry, oak— what inspired this little idea of mine. Not sure he’d do it if he knew,” Astarion mocks as he leans down to your ear, whispering to you. Though you know he’s teasing and even being aware of Astarion’s true feelings surrounding Halsin, you can't help but send your partner a small glare at his words. To which he only grins cheekily in response.

As you both finally reach Halsin, you slip out of Astarion’s arms. His arm falls easily from around your waist and his feet stop in their tracks as yours continue. You take a few steps forward and before you know it, Halsin’s big arms are wrapping themselves around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. Resting your hands on his hips, you look up at him with slight concern. But his smile remains just as soft.

“Halsin, are you sure of this?” You ask him quietly, hoping he felt no pressure to do this. You were happy to see him, of course. But the idea of any of you being uncomfortable from this situation made your chest ache from simply the thought. The beginnings of that ache are immediately soothed as Halsin’s expression somehow becomes even more tender.

“I trust you, little lamb, and you can provide much more consent for this than the animals he’d take from can,” Halsin explains and his words instantly ring true for you. It’s also true that you honestly prefer Astarion taking from you instead of an animal. Though Halsin doesn’t need to know all the details surrounding that. “It’s an honorable sacrifice, what you’re doing.”

“Oh, yes, a real sacrifice it is indeed.” Astarion snorts loudly, standing about a foot away with his arms crossed. Letting you and Halsin talk without allowing his presence to be forgotten. Not that it ever could. Your cheeks flush at his words and in your fluster you step away from Halsin who lets you go without a beat before you start heading back over to Astarion. He gives a resounding clap of his hands that make your eyes and smile widen in amusement. “Now then! Shall we go ahead and start? Today has caused me to become absolutely famished.”

As you reach Astarion you take his hands in yours, separating them with humor dancing in your eyes. Astarion is mirroring the look when you make eye contact with him. Slowly, you start walking backwards, keeping his hands in yours as you guide him closer to Halsin. When you can feel the heat of his body behind you, you stop, never looking away from Astarion.

“You’re lucky I adore you,” you say, lightly teasing him. One hand drops his to reach up and gently cup his cheek in your hand. Astarion’s eyes flutter, flickering over your palm and what he can see of your hand and the simple gesture of soft affection. All signs of humor and laughter leave his face and the rare signs of vulnerability and affection shine through as he looks back into your eyes.

“I know that,” he rasps quietly, three words that shoot straight into your heart and make it soar. In his gaze and in this moment you know you have his complete trust and nothing has ever felt better. With a subtle tug on his face, Astarion catches the hint and leans down, his eyes sparking with tension as they look at your lips. You both share a kiss that was short and sweet and completely perfect. After, you let go of him with a loving smile and face Halsin once more.

“You’re sure this is ok, my love?” You ask, reaching out a hand to gently rest it on his forearm. Astarion and Halsin were both very different people. Though you hold much love for them both, you had never attempted to bring you all together before. So something like this being the first occurrence of it was making you more than nervous.

“It is more than. You know how I have long since imagined a night where Astarion and I may partake in sharing the pleasures of your body,” Halsin’s smile is wide as he confesses this all to you and Astarion. His free hand moves to rest over yours on his arm. Looking deep into your eyes, you know he wishes for you to fully digest his next few words. “Though I had imagined them under better circumstances, I am truly blessed to have you both here with me tonight. Let me prove this to you. Lay down.”

Your breath stutters in your chest, eyes widening as you fully come to the realization of what’s about to happen. Butterflies flutter rapidly in your stomach as you watch Astarion sit with his back resting against a nearby tree. When his legs widen in invitation, you swallow thickly before moving to rest between them. As soon as you settle, both men are surrounding you and making quick work of removing your clothes.

Astarion’s hands move up and down along your sides, his eyes watchful of your every expression. You look upon Halsin, eyes wide as he settles back onto his knees once you’re fully bared to them. Suddenly feeling Astarion’s lips graze your ear, you jump slightly, angling your head more towards him.

“Are you sure you’re up for this, darling? One word, at any time, and it will be just you and I once more,” Astarion murmurs, nose instinctively nuzzling behind your ear. A spot where your scent is most prominent. Your heart melts and while you didn’t hold many reservations about this to start, you certainly didn’t now.

“I’ll keep that in mind. But I’m alright, I swear,” you respond, turning your head further and allowing Astarion to look into your eyes as you say this. To let him know you truly mean it. A flash of adoration passes over his face but it’s gone in a blink and in its place is his usual grin.

“I didn’t think you’d protest. But, you know, just to make sure,” he explains smoothly, though you can pick up on his subtle notes of concern. A smile graces your lips, settling back into his chest as you turn back toward the ever patient Halsin who sits there watching you two with an adoring smile of his own.

“Shall I proceed?” He asks, also checking in. Your heart beats so loudly you know for a fact they can hear it. Warmth spreads through your chest as you nod at him, your legs hooking around Astarion’s as you spread yourself wide for Halsin. A soft rumble escapes from Halsin’s chest as he crawls in between your legs. His hands slide up the length of your limbs, stopping along the inside of your thighs. Your breath hitches and you rest your head on Astarion’s shoulder as you look down at Halsin.

Halsin leans down, slowly kissing up your sensitive inner thighs. Reaching closer and closer to the place where you need him most. You try to ignore your embarrassment at him seeing how turned on you are. How wet the idea of doing this had made you. But as Halsin reaches your core, your toes curl as his breath fans against your wet lips, and all embarrassment is wiped away. Goosebumps form across your arms and you shiver in Astarion’s hold.

His thick fingers part your folds and you have to physically force yourself not to clench, whimpering as tingles light up your core. You watch his eyes flicker up to meet your gaze just as the flat of his tongue laps slowly up your slip. You cry out, arching your chest back into Astarion’s chest and his arms immediately wrap around you, holding you firmly and massaging your breasts.

Halsin groans at the taste of you, his eyes fluttering closed. It’s like something is unleashed within him as your essence hits his tongue. Moving in closer to your cunt, Halsin ravages you like a man starved, his tongue moving at short and quick strokes. You cry out, hips jerking up into his face and his hands on your thighs hold you down, keeping you wide open for him.

Pleasure swirls in your gut, the pressure building with every thrust of his tongue that delves inside you and every flick of your clit. The battling sensations have you moaning and squirming against Astarion who watches you hungrily, a wide smirk on his face. Halsin growls, latching onto your clit and sucking harshly.

Lighting shocks its way through your system as your nerves ignite from his skilled mouth. Your face twists in pleasure as his tongue swirls around your clit before sliding down your folds into the cavern of your core. Your body starts to shake as that pressure grows heavier and heavier. You feel as though you’re on fire as Halsin fucks you with his tongue.

His pace remains steady and it has you writhing and whining in pleasure, desperate for release, your stomach clenching as your thighs shake from the pressure. Halsin’s jaw unhinges as far as he can, doubling in his efforts to eat you out. His tongue consumes you, eagerly devouring everything you’re giving him. His teeth nip at your clit and the coil in your stomach snaps.

You cry out loudly as your orgasm hits you. All you hear is a low chuckle before Astarion swoops in, fangs easily sinking into your flesh. Letting out a short scream, your body jolts as the pleasure of Astarion’s bite combines with the movements of Halsin’s tongue in a perfect symphony of ecstasy.

Astarion drinks from you heavily and you moan, your body rocking both into his mouth and into Halsin’s tongue as he doesn’t stop riding you through your high. Your entire body buzzes and shakes, feeling light as air as your climax moves through and out of you. Right into Halsin’s patient tongue.

You sigh, sagging into Astarion’s body as your orgasm slowly fades. Halsin continues to lap at your core though much slower, considering and being careful of any overstimulation. A rumble sounds out from his chest as he cleans up your release, causing your hips to lightly twitch.

Waiting as patiently as Halsin, you let Astarion get his fill of you. A small smile rests on your face from the overwhelming but pleasing experience they put you through. A grunt leaves your lips once Astarion pulls his fangs out but that sting is quickly forgotten as he nuzzles into your neck afterward. The feeling has you giggling quietly.

Halsin pushes up from between your thighs once the mess is licked clean and moves further up your body. Leaning in he kisses you softly and you hum contently as you kiss him back, enjoying the sight of your wetness coating his lips and chin. When he pulls back he lays down on you two gently, resting his head on your chest and wrapping his arms around both of you. You all quickly settle into the comfort of everyone’s embrace.

“I’d say this went well, don’t you think?” Astarion asks lightly, effectively breaking the peaceful silence. The question has you all laughing as ‘well’ is not strong enough of a word to describe the feeling of what just happened between you three. You know you certainly wouldn’t be against this happening again and you feel as though neither of them would surely mind either.

[nellielsss]

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Summary: It's Christmas-time at the Fushiguro household! Although not all the members of the house have the best impression of the holiday, everything is still merry and bright--no thanks to your grump of a husband and even more grump of a son... Ft: Toji Fushiguro & Megumi Fushiguro (reader is Mamaguro) Note: I am so incredibly sorry for going missing for months!! College A. Kicked my ass majorly, and B. made me extremely depressed, but we're back! ... for now. CW: light religious imagery, nothing too major! Pure fluff (I'm way too tired to do smutmas...)

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ Toji never truly gave two shits about Christmas. The Zen'in Clan was anything but merry and bright, and until you and Megumi came into his life, he saw no reason to celebrate the holiday--that, and it was technically a christian holiday, and god knows Toji wasn't no saint who deserved presents.

Those were the two reasons he gave when it came to not celebrating Christmas, but there was a deeper, more painful reason that he wasn't fond of sharing...

Christmas reminded him of everything he didn't have.

He didn't have a loving family, he didn't have a warm home to decorate for Christmas, and he never had enough money to even buy gifts to begin with. He never had more than $100 in his checking account until he got a wife and a kid, even with all the money he earned from being a highly paid assassin. He also hasn't seen his family since he was 18 and was free of their legal guardianship, so suffice to say: he didn't give two shits about Christmas.

And that was where you came in!

Christmas was probably one of the best holidays in the whole entire world for you. It was fun and bright, always full of love and laughter and general excitement for you. Even if not every Christmas was great, you still did the best you could year round.

When Toji saw you decorating the giant tree that you'd (miraculously) set up all by yourself in the living room, he nearly spit out his drink. What the hell was an 8-foot pine tree doing in his living room? But when he saw the joy and excitement on your face, and Megumi's little hands playing with the ornaments you were going to put up, he bit his tongue.

Eh, sure, why not? Let the wife have her fun. Happy wife, happy life. What he didn't expect was for the antics to ramp up with every passing year.

Each year, the decorations would become bigger and better. There were more ornaments on the trees, more candles lit, more nutcrackers, more garland--more everything. It was like Hallmark came and threw up in your home and left. He knew he was in too deep when you swapped out the bedsheets for Christmas sheets.

He couldn't lie; he was also starting to go all out himself, at least on the presents. He found himself hitting up his handler, Shiu, for more jobs so that he could get Megumi and his little wife the stuff that they deserved. He'd never been showered in anything but hatred and disgust his entire life, and he'd be damned if his son went through the same shit he did.

Which is what led to Christmas morning, when said wife and said son were opening what they got.

"Look what Santa got you!" you chirped, handing a box to little 5-year old Megumi, who was trying to keep his best nonchalant grimace on his face (don't mind him--he's just going through an angsty teen phase).

"You don't have to say it was Santa, mom, I know it was you and dad," he answered while opening it.

That made you deadpan and go "ehh?" while looking at Toji. "Did that little punk from your homeroom say something to you again? Is he putting these ideas in your head?"

"Nah," he answered, opening up the stack of books that he was currently into. "It's hard not to confuse reindeers for dad's heavy footsteps, but I know reindeers wouldn't survive the Tokyo traffic."

"Hey, watch it, punk," Toji grumbled, reaching out to rub his knuckles into Megumi's head, making him whine and fuss.

Despite your son knowing that Santa Claus is, in fact, his mom and his dad, the little scene made you smile and laugh. You even reached out to take a photo of the little interaction between the two of them and save it for later. "Just hurry up and unwrap your presents, Toji. Let's see if daddy ended up with coal, hmm?" You teased, handing him a box with a smile on your pretty face.

"Yeah, I wonder what Santa got me," Toji said jokingly. His big hands effortlessly ripped off the pretty wrapping paper you so carefully wrapped, and he was met with the name "Rolex" staring back at him. His smile dropped for a second in shock, and he touched the wooden box as if it didn't truly exist. "Babe, you didn't have to-"

"Now I know you've got simple tastes, and I know you're a simple guy, but try it on! I'm sure you'll love it. Besides, I got a raise at work," you encouraged with a wink.

Toji opened the wooden box to see a beautiful silver Rolex watch with a green dial--perfectly matching his green eyes.

He was speechless for a second, earning a proud smile from your part. "I outdid myself, didn't I?" you giggled proudly.

"This is... I've never had somethin' like this before," he said, taking the watch out of the box. "Thank you so much, babe--this means so much to me."

"It's no problem- oof!" He cut you off by wrapping his big arms around your waist and pulling you in, all but squeezing you to death. He then put a kiss on your face and let go of you slightly. "It's n-no problem, really... although... those hugs of yours will give me problems."

Toji simply chuckled and handed you a box as well. "Now it's my turn to spoil my pretty wife," he retorted with a confident grin on his face.

His ogre of a dad calling his princess of a mom his 'pretty wife' earned a sideways grimace from Megumi while he flipped through his books, but he didn't say anything.

"I wonder what Santa got me," you wondered, mimicking his earlier words. You eagerly unwrapped the bow, took off the wrapping paper, and the words "Louis Vuitton" stuck out to you. "Toji, this is..."

"Yup," he said with a cheeky grin, puffing his chest out proudly. "Saw you eyein' this bag like it was your last meal, figured that meant you wanted it."

You slid the top off the box and gasped in excitement and childlike wonder. 6 years into your marriage, and you were still the same girly and excitable woman he first met. "Oh my god, a rainbow Louis!" You held it up with both hands and eyed it like it was, in fact, your last meal.

It was a black multicolor Louis Vuitton Alma bag, complete with a Hello Kitty keychain (that he took the liberty of picking out for you). "Oh, Toji!" You threw your arms around his neck and all but tackled him off the couch, and you pressed kisses all over his stubbled face. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love it so much!"

Toji grinned from ear-to-ear and simply patted you on the back while chuckling deeply. "Hey, only the best for my girl."

While you pressed kisses all over his face and hugged him tightly, Megumi looked over and grimaced once again. "Get a room, you two. And get off my mom, you ogre."

"Aw, shut yer trap, ya little grinch," Toji reached out and pulled his son into the hug, both arms wrapped around his beloveds. "I'll be damned if someone interrupts my time with either of you."

Despite Megumi's growing complaints and whines about wanting to be let go, you couldn't stop yourself from smiling and hugging Megumi as well. "Is my little Gumi mad about getting some hugs?" You asked the little boy, making him sigh dramatically and give up. He begrudgingly hugged the both of you, and he couldn't lie--getting a hug like this wasn't so bad. Not that the little sea urchin would ever admit that, of course. He had a reputation to uphold.

Looking up from his hug and loosening his grip on the both of you, he looked around at everything in the room, at the life he built for himself. He had a cozy home, presents under the tree, a beautiful wife and an amazing son. Toji truly was a simple man at heart, because this was all he needed.

"This is all a man needs to be happy," he muttered to himself with a slight smile decorating his face.

Christmas might've been rough for Toji growing up, but those days were behind him. Now, he had his loving family, and that was all a man needed to be happy.

© nellielsss on tumblr - get your own shit bitches | ca. 12/26/2024

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Perfect plan (Aaron Hotchner)

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Unsub!Reader

Summary: You had no problem teaming up with George Foyet if it meant you could get rid of Haley Hotchner.

Rating: Angst

Warning: Death, killing, no one knows the reader is involved, a lot of cm darkness and unsettling nature, the reader is very convinced she's doing the right thing

Words: 1809

Main Masterlist | Criminal Minds Masterlist

An thank you to @tudorscrown for the idea!

You've loved Aaron Hotchner since high school. 

He's loved Haley since then too. And she won. Not that she deserved him. The only good thing to come from her was Jack. Sweet little Jack was the only thing keeping you from killing Haley right out. Instead you became “best friends” with her. That way you could spend as much time with Aaron and Jack as you wanted. 

You were there to watch her grow insecure with Aaron being away all the time, pretending to comfort her and reassure her of how much he loved her and jack. Honestly you were amazed by your own acting skills and the ability to hold back what you truly wanted to say to her.

Aaron is the best husband.

You’re such a bitch and don’t deserve his love.

He should be with me.

You are so lucky you have the sweetest little boy on the planet otherwise I would snap your fucking neck.

But you held back.

Even when Haley and Aaron divorced, you knew his heart still belonged to her, leaving no room for you. You knew that if you were to have him all to yourself, she would have to die.

It was only a matter of time that you met George Foyet. He came up to you, planning on killing you, the start of his plan to get back at Aaron, but you convinced him that you knew a better way.

Why just kill the people Aaron Hotchner was close to? Why not do a little psychological torture first? George liked the way you thought and, though begrudgingly, agreed to spare Jack. That took some time for him to agree with, but you refused to help him and in fact actively worked against him and promised him he would never get revenge.

Deep inside he knew you would and make his plans ten times more difficult, so he agreed. He just needed a little bit of insurance first. And that is why he stabbed you several times before leaving you bleeding in the park. Reaching for your phone, you called Aaron.

“A Aaron...”

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” You smile hearing the panic in his voice. Ah to know how much he loved you. “What happened?”

“Foyet-" You swallow the pain of the wounds starting to really hurt. You would have to remember to return the favor when you saw him again. "H he…”

You needed to say no more for Aaron to spring into action, getting your location by Garcia hacking into your phone, calling 911, and rushing to your side. He held your hand in the ambulance as you weakly recalled the “events” of the evening to him. How Foyet approached you, said something about a deal, and proceeded to stab you.

“Shhh,” Aaron brushed back your hair, “You did good. Rest now.” You close your eyes, his presence warming your heart.

It was only a matter of time before Aaron realized that Foyet would come after you again plus his ex-wife and son. He knew he would have to protect you all by putting you in Witness Protection and sending you far away.

It was only a matter of time before Aaron realized that Foyet would come after you again plus his ex-wife and son. He knew he would have to protect you all by putting you in Witness Protection and sending you far away.

You kept Foyet in the loop on not only your location, but the location of Haley and Jack, who both of the handlers assigned to your cases. In turn he gave you updates on Aaron.

Though you were used to not seeing him for long periods of time, you were missing him. The only thing keeping you going was the thought of being with Aaron and Jack.

Finally, the day came.

You were seated beside Jack, watching Foyet and him play with his little toy soldiers, your emotions completely in check as to not give away the ending of this day or how giddy you were about it.

“Here. Call this number.” Foyet handed Haley the phone. She pressed call, placing it on speaker, freezing when Aaron’s voice came over the phone. “Foyet.”

“Aaron? You’re okay?”

“I’m fine.”

She looked so confused until Foyet looked up at her, the pieces falling into place. “Oh Aaron.” She breathed, tears welling in her eyes.

“He can hear us, right?”

“Yes.” She wiped at her face, her tears sparking more joy in you. “I am so sorry.”

“Haley, show him no weakness. No fear.”

“I know… Sam and Y/n told me all about him.”

“Is she there with you? Is Jack?” Always the caring man, checking in on your and his son. “They are. I is he?”

“No, Sam is fine.”

You and Foyet knew Kassmeyer was dead, he had to pretend to figure out where he would get your locations without revealing your involvement. He told you that he was going to stop by there and kill him for a little bit of fun.

“Oh Aaaron, Aaron, Aaron-” You didn’t like the condescending voice he was using towards him. “Is that why your marriage fell apart? Because you’re a liar?”

You bit the inside of your cheek so you didn’t roll your eyes. Aaron wasn’t a liar, he was just a protector of the truth. Turning back to Jack, you push back his hair, assuring him everything was going to be okay as you fill your eyes with terror passing between Foyet and Haley.

“Tell Jack I need him working the case.”

Haley nods, looking over to Jack and you. “Jack? Did you hear that?” Jack jumped up from his spot, rushing to his mother to take the phone. “Hi daddy.”

You couldn't help but smile a little at Jack. He was such a sweet little boy and honestly didn’t deserve to deal with this. It was the only guilt you held being a part in all of this.

Aaron told Jack that he needed him working the case with him again before telling him to hug his mother. Haley squeezed him tight, knowing this would be the last time she got to ever hold him before letting him go, watching him run out the room.

“He’s so cute. Like a little junior G man.” Foyet watched Jack go before calling out, “I’ll be right out Jackie-boy!”

You glare at him, daring him to even think about going after that little ball of wonder, but Foyet seemed to ignore you, his mind already made up. Standing, you made your way over to Haley, taking her hand in yours and giving it a squeeze, trying to convince her you were her friend up until the very end.

Foyet saw the act of comfort, scoffing as he pointed the gun at you. “I want you to wait in the other room.” Haley gripped your hand tighter, not wanting to lose her only lifeline besides her ex-husband on the phone. You tried to stay, moving yourself behind her, appearing like you don’t want to leave her side, but you really wanted the satisfaction of seeing her get shot. You waited for years for this bitch to die, and you weren’t going to let Foyet take that away.

“Come on, come on.” Foyet took your arm, taking you to the other room. “I’ll get to you in a second, beautiful.” You cringe at the sound of his voice. He really was going to leave you here? In a normal situation, someone would try to fight back while he is distracted, but all you did was lean against the wall, waiting and listening.

Haley talked about love, and it made you sick. Love. She didn’t love him; not like you did. Your anger was quickly dissipated by the sound of several gunshots.

You poke your head back into the other room, a wicked grin spreading across your face. Before saying anything you walk over and pick up the phone Haley held in her dead hand, making sure the call was ended. The last thing you needed was to accidentally give yourself away.

Before you could say anything though, the clicking sound of the safety and the cold steel of Foyet’s gun pressed into your back. “I should have seen this coming, honestly.”

“You should have, but I’m not going to kill you.”

“Oh?”

Foyet lowered his gun, rounding to the front of you, a grin of his own on his lips. “Nope. I am going to leave you alive and then when Aaron gets here, I am going to let him know that it was you that led me to his wife and kid. So, while they are dead, you live, and he hates you.”

You stood in silence as he told you his master plan, just like a real super villain, it was honestly kind of funny to hear. You saw his plan coming a mile away, but let him play it out because you had a trick up your own sleeve.

In a flash, you grab his arm, yanking him forward and throwing him off while your other hand grabs his gun. The two of you continue to wrestle, falling to the ground, rolling around before the loud sound of a gun rang in your ears.

You pull back, peering down at Foyet as his wide eyes stare up at you, his hand gripping his stomach as blood seeped from his now fresh gun wound.

“I knew you would try and kill me, but I wasn’t going to let you.” You aim the gun at his head. “You see the difference between you and me, George, is that I’m not pride driven. Just in love.”

He laughed. “Love?! You don’t love him! You’re obsessed! You think just because you get his wife out of the way he’ll just suddenly accept you?!”

You clench your jaw, pressing the gun harder into his forehead. “He will! I will help him and Jack through this tough time! He loves me!” You take a deep breath to center yourself. Foyet was just trying to buy time until Aaron showed up to catch you in the act. Chucking at his ploy, you smile.

“I see what you were doing, but it’s not going to work. Because unlike you, I’m not sloppy.”

You pull the trigger. Ending the terror that was George Foyet.

The door banged open, Aaron rushing in to see you standing over Foyet’s dead body, gun in your hand and Haley dead on the floor. “Aarron!”

He was numb, tears streaking down his face as he went to Haley, clenching her tightly as his stoic composure finally broke. It hurt you to see him like this, but you knew it was for the best. “I’m so sorry Aaron.” Tears welling in your eyes, dropping the gun.

“You..” Aaron pulled back from Haley, taking your hand into his, “There was nothing you could do.”

You grip his hand tightly, knowing that right now he would hurt, but once the two of you find Jack only time, and you, would heal his heart.

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tangerine x f!reader nsfw: m!masterbation, kinda dead dove (?), cussing words: 1.3K words

Tangerine was going over a few papers in his folder when he felt his phone buzz on the counter. He picked his phone up to see what the notification was. 

LEMON:

on my way

you better be ready when i get there

Tangerine read the text from his brother and put his phone back down and started packing his papers up to put into his bag. He walked into the living room from the kitchen and sat down the sofa. He pulled his duffel bag in between his legs to check things off his list, making sure he had everything he needed. He suddenly felt two arms on his shoulders and slowly sliding down and interlocking at his check, a chin on his left shoulder. 

"When are you coming back?" You pouted as you looked at his face. The stressed look on his face dissipated. The crease in his forehead, the furrow in his brows, the slight biting on his cheek, all disappearing the second you touched his shoulders.

"I'll be back in three days, love" He answered, turning his head slightly to look at you. Your pout deepened. 

"That's too loooong uh" You groaned, dragging out the word 'long'. He chuckled and shook his head. He held your hand that was on his chest. 

"Come here" He said and motioned you to stand in front of him. You unwrapped your hand from his chest, your right hand still in his as you walked around the couch to stand in front of him. He leaned back slightly and patted his lap. You sat down on his lap, both legs on one side, your butt on one of his laps. He put the hand that he was holding around his neck, your mindlessly do the same with your other arm. His hands went to your waist. 

"I'll be back before you can miss me" He smiled softly at you. 

"I miss you already, does that mean you're not goin'ta leave?" You asked, your pout still prominent. He laughed and shook his head at your antiques. His heart aching at the thought of leaving you. Sure, he was away a lot and for long periods of time, but that doesn't make him feel better. 

"I might as well pack you in my bag" He half-joked, if he were to stay true to his checklist of needs, you would be the first thing on it. You rolled your eyes and laid your head on his shoulder. 

"You were gone for a whole week last week, now that you're finally back, you're leaving again" You mumbled, feeling neglected slightly. Tangerine sighed and ran a hand through your hair. 

"Last one baby, then you'll have me for two whole months. Maybe we can go on a vacation? The beach?" He said, understanding how you felt. He didn't mean to be away all that much, but their handler was getting a lot of jobs, and they were the only ones available. 

"That'd be nice" You smiled into his shoulder. He placed a hand on your cheek and you raised your head from his shoulder. He cupped your face with both his hands, a soft smile on his lips, one only reserved for you. He tilted your head slightly and pressed his lips onto your forehead.

"You deserve the world my love" He mumbled against the skin of your forehead. He pulled away and gave you another smile, you reciprocate the smile. 

"Now give me a goodbye kiss before Lem gets here" He said, you leaned in and put your lips onto his. A slow passionate kiss, a kiss saying i love you. 

"Where's my goodbye kiss?" A booming voice said as the front door opened. You pulled away, making Tangerine frown. You turned your head to look at the front door to see Lemon at the door with his duffle bag. He dropped it to the floor and opened his arms, motioning for a hug. You eagerly got off of Tangerine's lap and made your way to Lemon and hugged him, letting him engulf you in his arms. It was a warm and platonic hug, made you feel safe. Tangerine got up from his position and bent down to grab his bag. 

"Alright let's get going" He said as he glanced over the apartment one more time, as if checking if he was missing anything. You pulled away from Lemon's hug and he gave your a small peck to your temple. You leaned against the wall near the door as they both got ready to leave. They shared a look and then nodded. 

"Hope you guys get there safe, and come back to me in one piece please, we don't want another bullet train level injury" You said as you wrapped your arm around Tangerine, giving him one last hug. 

"No promises" Lemon joked and picked his duffle bag up again, and started walking out of the house standing outside the door waiting for Tangerine. As you loosened your arm around Tangerine, an idea popped into your head.

"Wait!" You said quickly, putting your hand on Tangerine's chest to stop him before he left. Both Lemon and Tangerine turned to you. 

"I need to give you something, wait a sec" You said and hurried to the bedroom, closing the door behind you slightly. The twins watched you make it to the room and close the door behind you, they then looked at each other. 

"I'll go downstairs first and start the car" Lemon said nodding towards the elevators at the end of the hallway. Tangerine nodded and handed him his duffle bag. Lemon left for the elevators as you made your way out of the room. You walked up to Tangerine and stuffed something into the pocket on his pants, secretively. 

"For when you're alone" You said suggestively and gave him a teasing smile. He raised an eyebrow and eyed you. 

"What are you up to?" He asked, a smile tugging at his lips. 

"Find out when you're alonee" You said in a teasing tone and shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off. 

"Okay go! Lem's waiting" You said and hit his chest softly, pushing him out the door. 

"I love you" You said as you watch him walk down the hallway, ever so confused.

"I love you!" He called back walking rather slowly, when he heard the door shut and heard the lock click, he started walking faster to catch up to Lemon, dying to know what it was that you slipped into his pocket.

- 

Lemon let out a huge sigh as he plopped onto the bed, throwing his diffle bag onto the armchair. The twins had just reached their hotel room and they were exhausted from all the travelling and it was currently 12 in the morning. Tangerine was dying to know what was in his pocket, and also take a shower. 

"Lem I'm gunna hop 'nta the shower yea?" Tangerine said as he opened his duffle bag and looked for clothes to change into. When he got a snore for an answer, he knew Lemon wouldn't be taking a shower. He grabbed his clothes and head into the bathroom. He set his clothes on the counter and grabbed one of the folded towels on top of the rack and hung it on the wall hook near the shower. He set his phone on top of his nicely folded clothes. 

He unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, but before he slipped out of his pants he reached into his pocket to pull out whatever it was that you placed inside. 

"For fucks sake" He let out a slight groan as he saw his, therefore your, favourite black lace thong. He shut his eyes and licked his lips for a second, trying to contain himself, but his urges were too strong for his morality. He stripped himself of his clothes instantly and let out a small sigh as he brought the pathetic excuse of a pantie to his nose, taking your scent in. 

His dick was upright, the tip leaking and red. He bit his lip at the faint smell of you on the thong. He tongue escaping his mouth and softly kitten licking the thong, to get some form of taste. The slight taste of your pussy made him groan into the fabric. 

All he wanted to do was have you on the bed, legs on his shoulder, his head buried between your legs. Until you were squirting on his face. To the point where it could be four days later and he would still be able to taste you on his mustache. 

He brought the thong away from his face and wrapped it around his dick. Trying to think about you, the way your eyes would look up at him as you suck him off, the way your hand felt around him, the way your tongue would perfectly wrap around his cock. You knew him like the back of your hand, you knew exactly how to suck him off so that he crumbled into your fingertips.

He let out a small moan as he rubbed himself, quickly biting into the back of his hand to muffle his sounds, wishing that he was biting into your skin instead. He threw his head back slightly, his gaze on the ceiling. All his brain could think about was you. 

Your scent, your taste, your moans, your skin, your tongue. 

He shut his eyes and swallowed hard as he rubbed himself faster. He imagined you on your knees in front of him, your soft hand rubbing him as you looked up at him with your big beautiful eyes. His hand could never compare to yours. So soft and delicate. He let out a shaky sigh as he felt a familiar pressure in his abdomen. He groaned softly.

The effect you had on him was chimeric, like something conjured from a dream. 

The feeling of his rough hands in contrast to your soft one, his hands running through your body, touching every part of you. If he had blue paint in his hands and touched you, you would be covered head to toe, by blue paint. 

He thought of the way your tits bounced with every thrust into you. The way you arched your back, the way you eyes rolled back, the way you bit your lip, and the way your legs shook around him as you came on his cock. 

Everything about you was so perfect, so proportionate. As if your hand was designed the way it is just for you to hold his hand. Your tits the size they are so they could fit perfectly in his hands. You lips hand-sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Each and every curve on your body, designed just for him, and only him. 

With that thought in his mind, the thought of you belonging to him, that you were made for him to love and cherish, for him to pleasure and ruin — he came. 

He came hard. Making sure to cum into your pantie so that he didn't have to clean up a mess on the floor afterwards. He let out a big sigh and his knees bucked slightly. He leaned against the wall, the cool wall constrasting the hotness of the skin on his back. He licked his lips and swallowed as he looked down to see the mess he made.

Absolutely ruined your thong. The white cum juxtaposing the black fabric of the thong. Making it seem like the night sky, filled with stars. He got off the wall and reached for his phone, snapping and picture of his semi-hard dick and the ruined thong. He threw the thong into the sink, to wash after his shower, and opened his messages app on his phone. 

Looking at the two pinned numbers at the top, he clicked on your picture and clicked to add an image. 

TANGERINE:

Attatchment ¬ 🖇️

Miss you.

Y/N:

Video Attatchment ¬ 🖇️

miss you more :(

TANGERINE:

You are in deep shit when I'm back

Y/N:

aww mann 😁

fin. tangerine masterlist