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tokkishouse · 1 year

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(Nsfw) Time of the Year

Characters: Tighnari x fem!Reader

Warnings: (n)sfw -- minors dni!!!, Tighnari is insatiable, he's a fennec fox during mating season-- do the math lol (breeding, knotting, a little manhandling), little dacryphillia, hair pulling, reader is implied to be a fellow forest watcher and has a vision, bit of a long set up (pwp?), NOT PROOF READ, i kinda...blacked out when i wrote this LMAO

WC: ~3.4k words

There were many things about Tighnari that intrigued you. How a hybrid like him came around was the major one-- you had only seen one other hybrid like him before and that was General Gorou all the way in Inazuma.

His mannerisms also caught your eye-- the constant grooming of his tail and the nesting habits where he'd hoard all the warm blankets in his abode. While endearing, it never failed to earn your attention and curious stares.

What you really wanted to understand was where exactly your fearless leader went during the entire month of January and February. During all the years you were under his instruction as a forest watcher, without fail, Tighnari would be on a leave of absence from January 1st until the end of February. March 1st would roll around and there he was, picking up his responsibilities as if he wasn't gone for two months.

When you inquired about it to the others, they'd brush it off and dance around the subject. Some would scold you for being too curious while others would bluntly say it wasn't your business. And maybe it wasn't-- if it was crucial for everyone to know, Tighnari would've made sure everyone knew.

Too bad you were always determined to find the answer to your deepest questions.

After a long day of exploring Avidya Forest and clearing out any withering zones, you longed to take a nice relaxing bath and sink into your bed as you escape to dreamland. Tasks had gotten a tad harder recently with Tighnari gone, but everyone managed to make do, especially thanks to you and Collei assisting with your visions.

"That Tighnari...I wonder how he's doing," you mumble under your breath as you make your way back to your hut. You just finished taking a bath as evident from the dull drip drip of the water falling from your hair. You stop at the intersection between everyone's huts and you look down the path to Tighnari's.

"I didn't see him leave the forest. Maybe he's still here?" The desire to check if your leader creeps into your brain. You recall everyone's hesitance to explain Tighnari's absence and without thinking, your legs carry you down the path to his home.

His closed door greets you, and there's a sign hanging from the hook. It reads, 'Do not Disturb-- Please Come Back March 1'. You click your tongue in frustration. Why on earth would you request an absence and still stay here in the forest?

You raise your fist to knock on the door, the desire to ignore all warnings stronger than ever. It hovers right in front of the door, and no matter how much you seem to want to knock on the door, you can't bring yourself to do so. You let out a defeated sigh, letting your hand drop to your side.

"Let's not be an ass. I'm sure Tighnari has his reasons. We can always ask him later." Despite your aching curiosity, you decide to respect Tighnari's privacy, and you turn on your heel to leave. Before you can leave though, a loud groan catches your attention. It sounds pained, and you whip your head back around towards the door.

"Tighnari...? Are you okay?" you call out to him, concern lacing your voice. Silence fills the air, and you almost move away, convinced you misheard the sound in the first place. Another groan sounds from behind the door, and it sounds more strangled this time. Instincts kick in, and you immediately grab the doorknob, twisting it as you walk in.

You take time to let your eyes refocus on the sudden burst of light in your eyes, nearly blinded by it. When your vision clears, your jaw drops at the sight in front of you.

Tighnari is propped up against his couch, limbs sprawled out as if they're made of jello. His face is flushed and his bangs cling to his head from the sweat that's dripping down his face. His usually bright and focused eyes have taken on a glazed look, and his pupils have contracted, giving him a more animalistic look. What really catches your eyes are his clothes, or rather-- his lack of clothes.

The hybrid has stripped down bare in the middle of the room, his clothes strewn around in a haphazard way. You're unable to fully react to the sight of him gingerly palming his erect cock. It stands up straight, blushing a bright red at the tip. Precum leaks from the head, smearing around the shaft from his languid motions. He lazily turns his gaze to you, a small glimmer of recognition shining in his eyes.

"Y/n...what are you doing here?" he manages to breathe out. He doesn't stop his hand, letting out a quiet whimper when he presses down hard on his sensitive length. You can feel your brain short-circuit as you stumble over your words, trying to form an excuse for the invasion of privacy.

"I-I heard you groan and I thought you were in pain, so I thought I'd come in," you explain, and you can't help the fact that your gaze lowers, once again entranced by the sight of Tighnari touching himself. You weren't blind-- Tighnari was a handsome man. His personality was welcoming, and his features were easy on the eyes. You weren't the only person to have felt this way, and the sight of such an attractive man pleasuring himself, almost pathetically, sends a tingling sensation down to your core, and you feel yourself grow damp.

Tighnari catches on easily, the scent of your blooming arousal sends his mouth watering. He can't help his more animalistic urges-- no matter how much he tried. You see, he had also found you attractive, and the first year that he had a rut with you as a ranger, he nearly tore off the head of one of the male rangers who flirted with you. Unaware of your feelings for him, he opted to instead request a leave of absence. Two months out of the year he'd be gone, and then he'd come back perfectly fine, and you would be unaware that you were the reason for his choice of isolation.

However, smelling your arousal and recognizing the signs of want, of desire as your gaze remains steady on his weeping dick, he knew that the feelings were mutual. A fire was lit in his stomach, and any feebleness he felt from the onslaught of hormones washed away as he adjusts himself to sit up properly. His hand remains on his shaft, switching to a pumping motion.

"Are you getting off to seeing your leader a lewd mess? I didn't take you for that type of person," he teases, and he grits his teeth, a shock of pleasure shooting up his spine with the squeeze of his hand. You feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment and you finally manage to peel your gaze away from the angry dick, choosing to find the ceiling more interesting.

"I-I'm sorry! I'll leave right away. Forget you saw anything. I'll-"

"Forget I saw anything?" Tighnari laughs, and your legs feel like lead. His laugh is incredulous-- and you don't blame him. How does one just forget the sight of their subordinate walking in on them jacking off?

"The fact that you didn't run out of here leads me to believe that you find me attractive and that the sight of me pathetically trying to get myself off turns you on. Am I wrong?" He's not, by any means, and the growing wetness between your legs is further proof of that.

"Why don't we help each other out?" He suggests, watching you through his long lashes.

The air is thick with sexual tension as you both stare at each other. Despite his exposed position, Tighnari holds all the power. He's giving you an out, and you can tell he's genuine. You could just run out of his home, and pretend the situation never happened. But the yearning inside you is too high. You've desired a chance like this ever since you joined the Forest Rangers. And of course, you were curious.

What was it like to fuck a hybrid?

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Exhausting. That was your answer. The moment you gave Tighnari his approval, he pounced on you. His claws made quick work of your clothes as he flung them around the room. You barely had time to react before his mouth latched onto one of your breasts, his hot tongue painting shapes on your skin. You keen at his touch, whines and moans tumbling out your lips as he leaves love bites all over your chest.

Alternating between the two, his mouth suckles on your nipples, painting drool and spit coating your breasts. When Tighnari pulls away, they feel sore and you hiss as the air feels cool in contrast to the warm saliva and the heat that rushes to the surface of your skin.

He wastes no time as he pulls you into the desired position, his animalistic strength making it easy to get you on your hands and knees. Clawing at your ass, he bites his tongue and hisses as he catches sight of the slick gathering on your inner thighs.

"I won't have to waste time prepping you. Good, because I don't want to wait any longer." Your cunt clenches around nothing, and you whine in anticipation. In an attempt to hurry him, you wiggle your hips to entice him. All that earns you is a harsh slap to your ass, and you yelp in surprise. The fox kneads the skin soothingly, as if in apology before lining his dick with your entrance.

The tip kisses your folds, splitting them apart as some of your essence coats the head. He nearly cums right there, his nerves lighting up like fireworks at the warm feeling of your slick coating his cock. He manages to restrain himself, just enough to give more instructions.

"The safe word is 'bloom'. I intend to have you as I please and I won't stop until I'm satisfied. Even if that means you can't hold yourself up." You clench again, this time catching his tip and he nearly crumbles. "If you need me to stop, you will have to say it. I will not stop unless you say 'bloom.' Do you understand?" he manages to finish.

Why on earth you would ever stop him from ravaging you is beyond you, but you appreciate the communication. You nod and wiggle your hips again, taking on a desperate tone to your voice.

"Hurry up and give me a reason to use that safe word, 'Nari."

Like lighting a match, his restraint burns away and his grip on you becomes bruising. In one smooth push, he fully sheathes himself inside you, hissing at how tight and warm you feel around his cock. The sudden intrusion has you trembling and you almost fall over. Your cunt is quick to grow wetter in an attempt to provide more lube. The stretch is mind-numbing, and you whine pathetically as he brings you to the hilt. You feel something slightly bulbous push against your folds, and your mind scrambles to try to make sense of it.

You don't have time to focus on the sensation, and moans slip between your lips as Tighnari slowly pulls his cock out, only leaving just the tip in. The emptiness you feel is hallowing, and you realized you've already become addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you. He doesn't leave you dissatisfied for long, thrusting back into you shortly after.

He picks up a steady rhythm, pulling you back against him with each thrust. You sob with each thrust, digging your nails into your palms. Every time he pulls out, he catches sight of his cock coated in your juices from your sopping pussy. A creamy ring forms around the base of his cock, and he bites back a growl that reverberates in his chest. After years of only being able to get off with his own hand, he'll never go back. Hearing your squeals and watching the way that your essence drips out around his length with each thrust was intoxicating, and he can't get enough.

His thrusts get more violent, his clawed hands digging more into your hips, you find yourself struggling to keep yourself propped up on your hands. Heavy balls slap against your clit, adding extra stimulation that makes your cunt squeeze around Tighnari's cock deliciously. He snarls in your ears with each squeeze, your reactions spurring him on to continue his assault on your dripping heat.

"T-Tighnari...p-please, slow down..c-can't," you plead, slightly turning your head to gaze at him with bleary eyes. Your cheeks are flushed, heat radiating off of your body, and drool dribbles down the corner of your mouth as you struggle to meet his gaze. You flinch at his unwavering stare, and let out a squeal when he reaches one of his hands up to place it on your back between your shoulders.

"Are you going to say the safe word?" he questions, slowing down his thrusts. His gaze remains unchanged but you can hear concern sewn into his words. He's offering you another out. As much as it hurts, you didn't want to slow down anytime soon. You've wanted him for as long as you've worked with him and there was no way you were going to stop halfway. You shake your head, clamping your mouth shut. That's all the permission he needs before he gives a forceful shove and pushes you down onto the floor, forcing your body into a deep arch and your head to the floor as you let out a pornographic moan.

"If you can't hold yourself up, just lie there and take it. I won't have my fill for a while," he hisses out, the edge in his voice coming back. He continues his previously brutal pace,

The new angle has you feeling him so much more, and you swear he's able to fuck into you deeper. His name rolls off your tongue in chants as you press yourself against the floor, submitting to the position you've been forced into. A new burn aches through your body from the harsh angle but the way that Tighnari's cock bullies itself into your cunt brings pleasure crashing down in its wake.

The feeling of a coil tightening in your stomach grows, and as it grows tighter and tighter, your vision blurs as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your moans dry into pathetic whimpers, stifled by the rubbing of your face against the hardwood floor. The friction stings, causing tears to well up in your eyes, much to Tighnari's delight.

" 's too much, hm? Are you crying because you can't take it? I told you I wouldn't be nice," he mocks, slowing down his pace to a more intentional one, sharp thrusts rutting against that spongy spot in your walls. You wail at the new pace, missing the vigor behind Tighnari's thrust but craving the grinding of his dick against that sensitive spot.

" 'm gonna cum...'nari, I'll cum!" you whine, gathering all the strength you can to try and push your body up, hoping to be able to meet his thrusts. Sharp pain rings through your head as Tighnari grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back, causing you to yelp. Your back is pressed against his chest, and he quickly adjusts his hand so his arm wraps around your torso to hold you upright.

Your breathing picks up as gravity forces you to drop down on his cock at a more direct angle, and more pathetic sobs slip off your tongue. He bucks his hips up, forcing you to bounce in his lap. His knot, now rising and more shapely kisses your folds, parting them more and more with each thrust. The wet slaps of skin against skin, the splats of your fluids dripping onto the floor-- you've become hyperaware of the erotic scene unfolding around you. Something damp and fuzzy wraps around your leg and presses against your clit, and that coil inside starts to tighten more. You manage to spare a glance and whine when you realize that Tighnari's tail has started rubbing against your sensitive nub.

"Go on, cum. Cum all over me," he commands, and your body listens without hesitation. Loud, purely pornographic wails fill the room as you gush all over Tighnari's cock. He groans into the crook of your neck, melting at the feeling of your walls spasming around him. He almost gets swept up by the sensation, nearly cumming inside you. But he instead bites down on your unblemished skin in an attempt to ground you, and you arch your back from the pain of his canines digging into you.

Your vision dots with white, and you feel you curl your toes in pure euphoria. The crashing waves of your orgasm keep rolling, powered by the persistent stroking of your captain's tail stroking your clit. In a brief moment of clarity, that fact rings bells in your head: your captain. Your superior. You just came on your superior's dick. There was no coming back from this. Your relationship with Tighnari has changed, for better or for worse. A twinge of worry shoots down your spine, culling your orgasm almost instantly. But you don't have time to dwell on your fears-- a sharp bite to your jaw brings you back to reality.

"Don't think I'll let you go just yet. We still have plenty of the rest of the month to go," Tighnari scolds under his breath, and you squeal as you come back to the fact that you're still bouncing on his cock, taking all of it, inch by inch, with little resistance. Your cheeks darken when you glance down at the growing puddle of milky fluids underneath the two of you.

You can feel the head of his dick swell, and you realize he's about to cum. Tighnari's tightening grip and more erratic groans are all you need for confirmation. Crescent moons form on your hips as his claws dig in drawing a little blood. You can barely focus on the increasing pace, gasping every time he bottoms out fully inside you. His knot pops in and out, the only shred of resistance despite the copious amounts of essence dripping everywhere.

The faint, reasonable part of your mind is screaming at you to ask him to pull out, to cum on any part of your body that wasn't your pussy. The more prominent, more needy, and desperate part was far louder-- you craved to feel his cum inside you. You don't know if a hybrid can get a regular human pregnant, and a part of you wants to find out. A risk that results in Tighnari's warm cum filling you up? You clench at the thought and he growls in appreciation.

His thrusts get sloppier, more intent on slamming your hips down against his in an attempt to catch his knot. His efforts are initially fruitless, his knot just barely slipping out. With one rather harsh thrust though, he manages to force it in with a wet pop, and you keen as you both cum at the same time. The tightness of your cunt aids in keeping his knot plugged inside you as he cums.

It's warm and thick and flows inside you like a turret. Tighnari continues to bite and tug at your neck, lapping up any blood that spills when he breaks the skin. Your mind goes blank, and you feel like you're floating on clouds. His cum leaves you feeling warm and full, and you feel limp as you rest against him.

A few moments of stillness pass, and as you feel your strength return, you try to shift to get off. Tighnari is quick to grab your waist and keep you still, letting out a warning growl.

"Don't. Move. Not done yet." A shiver runs down your spine and you manage to voice out your confusion.

"Done..? But you came..and," you trail off, too embarrassed to discuss the literal knot inside you. He chuckles at this, and slides a hand down to palm your overstimulated bud, causing you to whimper in protest.

"I told you-- we have the rest of the month. I'm not finished with you yet." He lowers his voice to barely above a whisper, his next sentence making your stomach flip.

"By the time I'm through, I'll make sure you have a kit or two inside you."

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Episode 2: The Fibonacci Spiral

Sergeant Hank Voight x Abigail Barlowe (asian ofc)

Summary: A serial killer is terrorizing Chicago and one math class back in the past, causes Abigail to help to solve the case

Warnings: mentions of serial killers and death (no cause of death is mentioned), canon typical violence.

Wordcount: 2.8k

Masterlist // fearless masterlist // season 1 masterlist

The city of Chicago has a serial killer on the loose. It is keeping everyone on edge. It’s been five days and five different households have been the victim of this serial killer. The media already made up a name for the perpetrator and called him ‘The Night Killer’, which only added more unnecessary fuel to the already ongoing fire.

I was hoping I wouldn’t the patrolling officer to discover the household that was terrorized, but unfortunately I was. While Forensics are already in the house, I can now see Intelligence pulling up at the scene. Johnston has been eerily silent and to be fair, it’s sickening to the stomach. I still am trying to comprehend what I just saw.

When I see detective Olinsky and sergeant Voight make their way over to me, I kinda have this wave of disappointment wash over me. I wish I would be in Intelligence right now. It’s been three weeks since I helped them out and the rush and the satisfaction I felt there, I have yet to find here at Patrol.

‘It’s the same?’ Voight asks as he approaches us.

‘It is,’ Johnston confirms.

‘It ain’t pretty,’ I add to it.

Voight looks over at me. ‘Kids?’

‘Yeah, two. A ten year old boy and a four year old girl.’ It sickens me to even say it out loud. I saw the bodies and it’s so devastating. It brings back memories and not the good kind.

Voight must notice I’m taking this a bit more personal than other cases, because he places his hand on my upper arm for a quick second, giving it a squeeze, before he says: ‘We’ve got this from here.’

I try to maintain a professional facade, by nodding at the sergeant, but uneasiness that comes with cases like this must be written all over my face.

‘Everything alright?’ Johnston asks. ‘With…’ Knowing he’s on dangerous territory here, he says: ‘…you know?’

Pretending I’m okay is always better then baring out my soul now. So I say: ‘I’m fine. Let’s just go, okay? See what we can do.’

He nods, respecting my decision not to talk about it. ‘Okay, little one. Let’s go.’

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Frederick and Ruth Callahan were the parents of Archie and Rebecca Callahan. It must’ve been terrible to witness, because autopsy shows the kids died before their parents, meaning they have witnessed their kids suffer.

And that really makes me wanna throw up.

‘Hi sergeant,’ I say, as Johnston and I walk into the station again.

‘Sergeant Platt, what can we do to help?’ Johnston asks, placing his elbow on the counter.

It’s clear she has a lot on her plate now, but still finds time to place two boxes filled files in front of us. ‘This needs to go upstairs.’

‘What is it?’

‘Case files,’ she says. ‘The other districts made copies and brought them over. Intelligence needs them.’

‘We’ll take them straight away,’ Johnston says, handing me one box, before grabbing the other one.

‘I’ll buzz you up.’

You know shit is serious when Platt buzzes you up without a snarky comment. Together with Johnston, we walk upstairs, to see the entire Intelligence team sharing their own insights with the team. We place the boxes on a semi empty desk and I hear things being shared. The victims are chosen ad random. No link between them whatsoever.

And then my eyes land on the board.

Five crime scenes, but the way they are located… With a little bit of fantasy, it can appear like a spiral. Not just any spiral, a different and unusual one. I’m opening every drawer in my memory, because this looks so familiar.

I know what this is.

‘Can I use this computer?’ I ask, pointing at the empty desk of Atwater.

Voight nods.

I slide behind it and start searching online. I’ve seen this before, but where and when?

After googling the most brief term on the planet (spiral math), I finally manage to find that something I was looking for. With a little bit of magic, I transfer it to photoshop and start to play a little bit with the software, knowing damn well I am no where near a professional, but my mediocre—okay, just plain awful basic skills—are enough to create what I want.

‘Patrol girlie, what you doing?’ Atwater asks me as he is approaching me—therefore his own desk—but I shush him.

After a bit of heinous photoshopping, I print it all out and place the pictures I created on the board. ‘I think I’ve got it. I think it has something to do with Fibonacci.’

‘Fibo what?’ Ruzek asks.

‘Fibonacci,’ I repeat, as if that explains it all. ‘I don’t remember much of the math college classes I took, but there was this one class that spoke about spirals and then specifically logarithmic spirals with a certain growth factor: the golden ratio. You have different types, but what we’re now looking at is Fibonacci. A logarithmic spiral, just constructed a bit different. So, Wikipedia told me that this specific spiral starts with a rectangle partitioned into two squares. In each step, the square length of the rectangle’s longest side is added to it. All in all: infinity.’

‘Yeah?’ Voight asks. ‘So?’

‘Look at the spiral over the map of Chicago. The spiral goes over each crime scene. Meaning if this is right, we might know where he is going to attack next. We basically have these these houses,’ I explain, going over the line that remains untouched when it comes to the crime scenes, ‘that could be targeted next.’

‘It makes sense,’ Jay says. ‘The victims had nothing in common and we’ve concluded many times now they are picked ad random. This might be random to the rest of the world, but for the killer, who has the same M.O. every single time, it makes perfect sense.’

‘What’s your guess for the next target?’ Antonio asks me.

‘Not too sure,’ I continue. ‘I haven’t checked each residence on the line yet, however… I suspect it has something to do with the Fibonacci sequence.’

‘And what is that?’ Atwater asks.

‘It’s 0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, et cetera.’ Realizing that does not explain it at all, I add: ‘Basically it’s: zero plus one equals one. One plus one equals two. One plus two equals three. Two plus three equals five, and so on and so on. Some number in the Fibonacci sequence, probably far along the line, will give us something. I’ve got a website where you can put in a number and you’ll find out if it’s in the Fibonacci sequence or not.’

I’m nearly out of breath by the time I’m finished with my explanation.

‘You heard the lady,’ Voight says, ‘come back with something useful. Johnston, you busy?’

‘No sir,’ my partner says.

‘Stay and help out. We can use all the hands we have.’

He nods. ‘Sure thing, sarge.’

Voight looks over at me and nods. ‘Good work, officer Barlowe,’ he says.

Before I can gleam with pride, Jay asks: ‘Okay nerd, how are we gonna do this?’

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There were two houses whose house numbers matched one in the Fibonacci sequence. One house had three students living in it, the other had a couple.

To not stir anyone and create a media frenzy on top of the already fabricated mess. We have circled both houses with tons of plain clothed officers. Out of Intelligence, Atwater, Ruzek, Halstead and Olinsky have covered the bachelor pad of the students as that place has more exits to cover. Together with sergeant Voight and Johnston, I cover the other house. There is no wiring in the place. The inhabitants of the houses don’t even know we’ve circled their places. That we have eyes on the place, on every entrance.

As we’re waiting, my mind drifts off to this morning’s crime scene. Poor Rebecca Callahan. It’s sad for the entire family, truly, however seeing little Rebecca in her pajamas, her teddy bear still in her hands makes me wanna hurl. To curl myself up in a ball and scream.

‘Barlowe, head in the game?’ sergeant Voight asks, dragging me from my thoughts.

‘I have,’ I say, though that is a tremendous lie. I had my head everywhere but the game. Realizing he’ll poke right through my lie, I turn to the side and add: ‘I will.’

His eyes meet mine and he nods, but it appears he doesn’t believe me.

‘Sir, I will have my head in the game from now on,’ I say. ‘I promise.’

‘Then don’t doze off.’

From the corner of my eyes, I see Johnston hiding his amusement. Well, he can stick that ‘Abigail, he has taken a liking of you’-comment up his ass, because the sergeant is totally telling me off.

‘I won’t,’ I say. ‘On top of my game.’

Time goes by so slowly. It’s ten at night and we’ve been here since eight. For me it feels like eternity. I have never been good at waiting. I failed many of my stake outs on the first try, solely because I am impatient, easily distracted when staring into nothing, waiting for something.

‘What if I got it wrong?’ I ask. ‘What if this isn’t right?’

‘You’ve given us the most useful information about this case,’ Voight says. ‘If you got it wrong, at least you tried.’

‘Sarge, you ever encountered someone like this?’ Johnston asks. ‘A serial killer?’

‘Serial killers?’ Voight says. ‘Yes. Someone like this. No, never.’

‘We once chased a guy down the streets,’ I say. ‘Think it was within my first year. He shot my first partner and I just went on a rampage, desperate to find him. But he was quick and I lost him. Later, I accidentally caught him with Johnston, my newly assigned partner. Went for a drug bust, ended up finding him and the lives he took. It was the first crime Johnston and I semi solved together.’

Voight nods. ‘It never gets easier,’ he notes, ‘but eventually you’ll grow thick skin.’

Minutes go by, turning into an hour. ‘Got eyes on someone,’ Voight says.

We all sit straighter and we see a man. His back is straight as a ruler and he’s so pale, he nearly lights up in the darkness of the night. He has a little suitcase in his hand and with a certain expertise and confidence, he manages to open the window of the basement.

He did that a little too easy in my opinion.

‘We already got him for breaking and entering,’ I note. ‘We’re going in?’

‘Let’s wait one minute, but be ready.’

This is by far the slowest minute of my damn life. He finally gives us the go ahead and Johnston and I make our way out of the vehicle. Because I’m the tiniest, I am the only one who can fit through the window the our man got through. If I open the one next to it, Johnston and the sergeant can come with me.

After I cleared the basement from outside and inside, I squeeze myself through the opening and open the window. I guide them inside and we make our way through the house. Johnston and I thoroughly checking every room. But then I hear a deafening scream coming from the master bedroom.

I avert my eyes to Voight, who nods at both me and Johnston. My broad partner kicks in the door, screaming: ‘Chicago PD, hands in the air!’

The man in the bed is severely bleeding, however I do think I can still see him breathing. The killer drags the woman by her hair and pulls her up. Her screams are painful and it hurts to see her so terrified.

‘Let her go,’ Voight says.

I swallow hard, realizing this man has a plan. And letting her go, isn’t going to happen. We don’t have a clear shot already, but if we get him to focus on one person, he might turn. He might lower his guard and be less focused.

It’s always worth a try.

‘Hey,’ I say, putting my gun away. ‘Look, I am not going to shoot you, okay? Just… Let’s have a chat.’

It appears he is surprised by that fact. ‘About?’

Okay, he is not appalled by the idea, which is good.

‘The murders you committed,’ I say. ‘No matter what the papers or these guys say, I am absolutely fascinated by the precision.’

He frowns, however his ego is boosted a little, he can’t hide that.

‘I mean, it took us quite some time, but we figured it out. No wait, I figured it out,’ I say. ‘Fibonacci, right?’

He nods. ‘Yes, Fibonacci.’ He takes me in from top to bottom. ‘What’s your name?’

‘I’m officer Abigail Barlowe, but you can call me Abigail. What’s yours?’

‘Wesley.’

Good, I know his name. That’s one step. Besides, it’s better than The Night Killer, which I’m sure is only adding to his ego. ‘I am not an expert on it, but I feel like you are,’ I continue on.

As I’m talking to him, as I’m keep giving him compliments, I can tell he’s slacking and he isn’t quite aware of me closing in on him and giving the two cops I’m with more space.

‘Can you tell me about it?’ I ask.

He shakes his head. ‘No,’ he says, ‘because you’re not interested. You’re trying to get me to confess.’

‘I don’t really need your confession. We got you for breaking and entering already and you’re holding a woman at gunpoint,’ I dryly note. ‘If you talk, we can help you.’

The switch of the personality of this man is frightening. ‘I’m a dead man already,’ he says and he wants to point his gun at me, but before he can do that, a loud shot is cleared, red blood splatters fly through the air and the woman nearly launches herself in my arms. ‘It’s okay,’ I say, ‘you’re safe.’

Chicago is safe from the Night Killer.

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I have gotten quite good over the years, to push my personal business aside and not let it interfere with my work. Sure, sometimes cases remind me of my own past, but what I’m feeling now different.

After the Night Killer—a.k.a. Wesley Henderson—is dead by a shot cleared from sergeant Voight’s gun, I felt a mix of relief and jealousy wash over me. Chicago was no longer terrorized by this man, which is good news. The closure for everyone who deserves it, is also good news.

But I feel so jealous.

I look into Voight’s office and I decide to make my way over. I knock on the door. ‘Knock knock,’ I say. ‘Can I come in?’

He looks up from his work, before he nods and holds out his hand, non verbally telling me I could take a seat. ‘What’s up?’ he asks.

‘I’m sorry,’ I say. ‘I kinda went off script back there.’

Voight doesn’t seem like he is appreciative of my apology. ‘You saved their lives by stalling. You did well. I don’t need an apology for that.’

I lean back in the seat. ‘Thank you.’

He sits up straighter, placing his underarms on the desk. ‘You know,’ he says, ‘you’ve shown me time and time again you’re a great cop. The CPD should be grateful you’re one of them.’

I feel my face heating up, but thanks to my soft brown skin it doesn’t show. ‘Thank you, sir. That truly means a lot.’

‘I’ve heard you have aspirations of joining Intelligence.’

I bet that was Johnston. Don’t know if I’m going to be thankful for him blabber mouthing or not. ‘I have indeed expressed those wishes,’ I carefully say.

‘Why do you think you’d fit in Intelligence?’

I realize this is my shot and I do not want to fuck it up. But then I realize I don’t know what to say. ‘Well,’ I say, ‘I love to protect and to serve, but I personally feel like patrolling isn’t what I want to do all my life, especially when I am of the belief I have a lot more to offer.’

Sergeant Voight nods. ‘Well, I share that belief,’ he says, ‘because you’ve got a lot to offer. So, that’s why I want to make an offer. If you want, you can join Intelligence.’

Thank you, Tyrell Johnston for running off your mouth. ‘Excuse me?’ I ask. ‘You want me to join intelligence?’

‘The spot is yours if you want.’

That is probably the greatest news I’ve heard today. I let out a laugh of unbelief. ‘I’ll that it!’

He nods, when something that resembles a smirk appears on his face. ‘Then I will see you tomorrow, officer Barlowe.’

‘See you tomorrow, sergeant. I will not let you down and keep my head in the game.’

‘Atta girl,’ he says, now officially smirking. ‘Now go home and rest. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.’

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sxcretricciardo · 3 months

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F1 Hit Couple

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

You are now sitting in front of the cameras for the Netflix series Drive to Survive. You’re already a pro, being here since the first season, this is easy for you. But, this is gonna be the first time that you and Daniel get both interviewed as a couple.

You’re scrolling trough instagram on your phone when the door opens and Daniel steps in.

“Sorry for being late, mate” Danny says to the producer. You swear you fall in love with his Australian accent everyday. The team mics him up and then he sits beside you and gives you a passionate kiss. You haven’t seen each other in a week since he had to go to Australia because of his mother.

“It’s okay, Daniel. Well, we can get started then.” The producer says, smiling and the cameras start rolling.

“So, how did you guys meet?” The producer asks.

“Well, I had just entered the F1 joining Renault for the 2017 season. I had just came from F2 where I was champion and Renault took a chance with me and I happily accepted. I knew the team was expecting the best of me and I made sure to not let them down. Daniel was the second one to meet me, the first was Nico, obviously” You say, laughing. The crew laughed alongside you. “And he came down to our garage to meet the new driver. I guess everyone was expecting a guy, since Renault kept our contract a secret until the last minute, very few people knew that it was me joining the team. Once Daniel looked at me, and I still remember this very well, his face was of pure shock.”

“It wasn’t shock, really. I knew it was going to be a woman driver, and I was really excited to meet you because we never had a female driver before, and I wanted to make sure that you were welcomed with open arms. And the moment I laid eyes on you, I was star struck.” Danny confesses.

“What was your first thought when you saw Y/N?” The producer asks.

“That she was really beautiful and the second I got to know her the more, I knew that she had an even more beautiful personality. On top of that, she’s the funniest person I’ve ever met.” Danny says. You start blushing.

“That’s why you’re both called the funniest duo on the grid.” The producer says.

“Really? I didn’t know that!” You say, laughing.

“Really? I thought that was pretty obvious.” Danny says.

“How does competing alongside your partner in Formula 1 affect your personal relationship? Is it a positive or negative influence?” The producer asks.

“I think it’s very positive. Having someone that understands you and motivates you. We both know the sacrifices that we have to make to be in this sport and it helps a lot that we’re both in it because we get to spend a lot of time together.” You say.

“Yeah, I agree. I see the guys on the grid saying they’re missing their girlfriends and talking to them on the phone and I’m just ‘don’t mind me, I’m just gonna walk next door and kiss mine’ you know?” Danny says, laughing.

“What about summer break, do you also spend it together?” The producer asks.

“In the first two weeks Daniel flies to Australia to meet his family and I fly to see mine. Then, we spend the rest of the following days together.” You say.

“Do you ever give each other strategic advice during races?” The producer asks.

“Yeah, if I’m being honest, I wouldn’t be where I am today if I didn’t take the best out of Daniel’s advices. He has the experience and wisdom that I don’t have yet. He’s been trough a lot in his career and he’s my go to guy when it comes to advices.” You sincerely say.

From the corner of your eye you see Daniel smiling.

“Does Daniel go to you to get advices?” The producer asks.

“Sometimes, yeah.” You say.

“She sees the track with other eyes, you know? She has a completely bold strategy and I sometimes I really need to be bold.” Danny says.

“Daniel, what do you think are Y/N best individual strengths and weaknesses?”

“She’s fearless when it comes to driving that car. She doesn’t care about the risks when her eyes are only set on one goal, set on winning. She takes decisions that most of us wouldn’t have the balls to do so. And sometimes that can make her reckless and make poor decisions too and I think she has already realized this.” Danny says.

“Yeah, that’s true. I remember that in my first year of Formula 1 I would make poor decisions and as in result I had to retire the car because of that. Then, after those races, I would go to Daniel and ask what did I do wrong and he was brutally honest. I needed that.” You say.

“And what about Daniel? What is his best individual strengths and weaknesses?”

“He’s wise. He knows the tracks like the palm of his hands and knows the best strategies to basically fly through them. His weakness is that he thinks too much. Sometimes he has to take some risks in order to win.” You say.

“When one of you gets the podium and the other doesn’t, how do you guys react to that?”

“Well, it’s a mix of feelings. Of course you’re happy for your partner when they get the podium but, it’s undeniable that you’re also disappointed with yourself for not being there too. You need to separate the worlds. When Y/N is on the podium, you need to be the supportive partner and celebrate her, because there will be plenty of time to think about a strategy to beat her next.” He says and laughs.

“We agreed to separate the track from our personal lives since we started dating. And we’ve done that beautifully.” You say.

“Has ever been arguments about that?” The producer asks.

“Never!” You say.

“Let’s talk about a more sensitive matter.” The producer says.

“Love those.” Danny ironically says.

“Spa 2020.” The producer says.

“Ugh, I knew this was coming.” You laugh nervously.

“What happened?” The producer asks.

“I was on P4 when suddenly Grosjean’s car looses control and crashes into mine and we both hit the barricade at 200 miles per hour. I passed out for a few moments and when I woke up, I could only see fire around me. That’s when my fight or flight mode turned on and I try to get out of that car the fastest I can. When I go reach my seatbelt I find out that it’s stuck and it takes me a whole minute to get it out. Once I’m able to finally get out of the car, I only remember walking like a meter or so and then everything goes black.” You say, remembering the almost tragic day. “I only remember waking up in the hospital after that with a burned hand and getting some oxygen out into me because I breathed in too much smoke while I was trying to get out, that’s why I passed out.”

You feel Daniel’s hand on your lap, as a gesture of reassurance.

“That was a fun day.” You say, laughing to revive the mood of the room.

“It really wasn’t.” Daniel says, letting out a nervous laugh.

“How was it like for you?” The producer asks Danny.

“As soon as my engineer told me that was a red flag, I had this really bad feeling. I remember asking what happened and to who it happened and there was radio silence, I knew it was Y/N. And as soon as we all stopped in the paddock I remember getting out of the car and looking for Y/N. That was when they gave me the news that she had crashed and it was bad. My instinct was to immediately run to where she was and no one could stop me. When I got there, the paramedics told me that she was going to be okay and I got so relieved.” He lets out a nervous laugh and continues “I was not going to continue the race, all I wanted was to be with her but she was the one telling me to continue and remember me that in that track we’re drivers and that I needed to win that race. And that’s what I did.”

“You finally got P1 in that season.” The producer says.

“Yeah, but I didn’t really enjoy it. All I wanted was to get down that podium and run to the hospital, to be with her.” He says.

“There’s a lot of highs about dating when you’re in Formula 1 but the lows can be really low. Your instinct is to be with your significant other when they crash or have to retire the car but you know you need to race, it’s your job and you can’t get away with it. All you can do is win to have something to celebrate about. Deep down you know they are in the right hands.” You say.

“When covid hit, where were you guys?” The producer asks.

“We were living our lives, you know? We took that time off the track to really align ourselves with each other, to connect even more.” Danny says and you smile.

“And made the decision to get our own place. So, Covid for us was all about house hunting.” You say, laughing.

“What are your goals for the future in Formula 1?” The producer asks.

“Well, the championship is always my goal, it will always be. And I’m going to make sure that I win it next year.” Daniel says.

“And for you, Y/N?” The producer asks.

“Well, this past year was amazing for me. I got my championship and I’m really happy about that. But, next year I won’t be racing in the F1.” You say and look at Daniel who nods.

“And why is that?” The producer asks.

“I’m have to take a break for some time because I’m pregnant.” You say, smiling from ear to ear.

Everyone on the crew congratulates you and Danny.

You stand up and lift of your shirt just enough to show your little bump on camera. Danny gently presses his hand on your belly.

“Daniel Ricciardo Jr. is cooking in there.” He says, laughing.

“Well, if it’s a boy we’re definitely not calling him that.” You say as you sit down.

“Do you want a boy or a girl, Daniel?” The producer asks.

“I just want him or her to come healthy so it doesn’t really matter, mate.” He says.

“Well, next week we’ll know for sure.” You say and smile.

You feel realized. You have an amazing career, and amazing boyfriend and now you’re gonna have your little family. It’s heaven on earth.

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harianaswhore · 3 months

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⟡ max verstappen 2 ⟡

NONE OF THESE ARE WRITTEN BY ME

ᵐʸ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ʳᵉᶜˢ

— ᶠᴸᵁᶠᶠ ⟡

cuddle bug - @chrisevansonly

playing cupid - @pucksandpower

that pretty head of yours (^)

getting jealous over him - @theemporium

gift giving (^)

he must be lucky! - @adventuringblind

passenger princess - @uglyducklingofthe2000s

beach read - @monzabee

too cold - @predestinadora

you mean everything (^)

made for each other - @sinofwriting

even kiss begins with tabs (^)

"i might have had a few shots" - @forzalando

the ways in which max shows you he loves you - @thatsdemko

purrfect christmas tree - @gentlyweeps-world

protective - @verstappen-cult

5 times max refuses to acknowledge he’s sick + 1 time he does (^)

reuniting (^)

father's day - @hemmingsleclerc

flowers are a language of their own - @lightsoutletsgo

little verstappen - @lxclerc

— ᴬᴺᴳˢᵀ⟡

you're my forever- @talkdutchtome

protective max (tw: jos verstappen) - @formulaa-1

the grudge (sibling!reader) (tw: jos verstappen) - @hockeyshmockey

solace (tw: mentions of jos verstappen) - @adventuringblind

— ˢᴹᵁᵀ⟡

whiplash - @pucksandpower

burn for you (^)

it's only natural (^)

thighs (suggestive) - @vivwritesfics

use me - @fxrmuladaydreams

size kink - @baby-dr1ver

neck kisses (VERY suggestive) - @verstappen-cult

— ˢᴼᶜᴵᴬᴸ ᴹᴱᴰᴵᴬ ⟡

someone like you - @ekteee

straight home to me - @redclercs

manifestation boo - @lorarri

horner!reader - @pucksandpower

ramsay!reader (^)

hamilton!reader (^)

slay intensifies - @vivwritesfics

daniel is a man's bestfriend - @marlenesluv

princess treatment - @natailiatulls07

paint him red ! - @agendabymooner

full of fan behavior - @nouvellevqgue

new desire - @formulafics

love story - @verstappen-cult

big brothers - @theyluvkarolina

— ˢᴱᴿᴵᴱˢ ⟡

lucky red bull driver make it work - @fxrmuladaydreams

my love mine all mine - @dreamauri

i do not two three four imagine - @imnameimswrld

all his two three four (smut) - @pinkswaet

little big fan - @thef1diary

little traitor - @norrisleclercf1

let me be the lighter - @nostappen

the mad dutchman and the fearless dutchess his eyes it's just us (smut) - @delulujuls

start of season drama two - @twirlyleafs

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Jupitar Reveals How He Met ‘Ghost’ Of Power Series Fame

Ghanaian dancehall musician, Jupitar has revealed how he met American actor, Omari Hardwick aka Ghost of Power Series. He divulged in an interview on Univers Entertainment which Newshuntermag.com has come across that they have been friends for about a year now. Jupitar claimed Omari reached out to him via Instagram. He made this disclosure after he was featured on Omari’s ‘Fearless’ Season 1…

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the-offside-rule · 4 months

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Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Dad

Requested: yes

Prompt: Dad!Max

Warnings: nope

Under the intense buzz of the Formula 1 paddock, Max Verstappen navigated through the sea of people, balancing his son, Luuk, in one arm and holding hands with his girlfriend, Yn, with the other as the rhythmic hum of the car engines providing a lullaby. The Red Bull Racing garage welcomed them with the familiar hum of activity as mechanics fine-tuned the car for the upcoming race weekend.

Max, flashing a quick smile, gestured toward the car. "What do you think, Luuk?" Y/n chuckled. "Future World Champion, just like his old man." Max scoffed. "I'm not old." Y/n shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe he'll be an even better driver than you, Max." Max feigned offense. "Hey now, no one can beat me." He leaned in, planting a soft kiss on Luuk's forehead. "You can try though." Y/n cackled. "Are you challenging a one month old? Max I thought you were better than that." Max pressed a kiss onto Y/n's cheek. "Don't miss me too much." He smiled. "I have company this time." She replied.

As Max prepared for his next stint on the track, Y/n settled in the garage, surrounded by the Red Bull crew. She exchanged smiles with them, who couldn't help but glance at the adorable scene of Max as a doting father, always checking in on Y/n and Luuk. During a break between sessions, Max hurried over to the garage, a genuine excitement in his eyes. "How's my little champ doing?" he cooed, reaching for Luuk. Y/n handed over their son. "He's been keeping an eye on your lap times, hasn't he?" She cooed. "He reckons he'll beat your times in 20 years. Max chuckled, cradling Luuk in his arms. "Starting him young, you know? Gotta teach him about speed and precision." During practice sessions, Max's focus was generally unwavering. However, he'd rush to the garage to check on baby Luuk, making sure he was comfortable and content.

"Is his diaper alright? Is he okay with the sound?" Max asked. "Looks like someone is more concerned about diaper changes than tire changes." Y/n teased. "Luuk's my good luck charm. Can't have him upset during the race weekend, can we?" He smiled back. The crew members shared knowing glances, appreciating the sight of Max Verstappen, renowned for his fearless driving, melting into something so very different.

As Sunday came around and the race has approached, he found himself in P1. He had never wanted a win more in his entire life. His girlfriend was here and so was his son; he could not mess this up. Max took a moment to share a quiet conversation with Y/n on the track. "I'm going to win it." He said, gently cradling Luuk in his arms. "I know you will. We're always here for you, Max. Win or lose." She smiled. "Yeah, but I'm gonna win it." He grinned. She placed a kiss onto his lips and took Luuk back. "Just drive safely please." She smiled. She had always said it before his races, but this time it felt different to him; to both of them. They didn't just have eachother to think about, they had Luuk there and that meant more than any trophy. Max hugged her, kissing atop her head before Y/n made her way to the Red Bull garage, sitting down and finding a newfound sense of fear.

During the race, with the roar of engines and the intensity of competition, Max maneuvered his car skillfully, making sure to lap the cars and to finish the race safely so he could get back to his girlfriend, to his son. In the garage, Y/n held Luuk, watching anxiously. She always knew for certain Max would always do well but this particular time, she was nervous. On the team radio, GP was keeping him informed. "Looking good, Max. Keep pushing!" He said. Max radioed back. "Just a few more laps, we've got it."

As Max crossed the finish line, triumphant, he got onto the radio. "Great start to the season, guys. And for Y/n back in the garage;I told you I'd win it." Y/n rolled her eyes hearing the radio message before heading out eith Luuk to Parc Ferme. She watched as her boyfriend parked his car and stood atop of it, his arms opened open and triumphant. Sweaty and exhilarated, he hopped down, running straight to Y/n and Luuk. "You did so well." Y/n smiled, kissing his helmet. "Was he okay?" Max asked. "He was fine. Not a peep out of him." He nodded, holding his son's hand. "Good man." He chuckled, before excusing himself and celebrating with the crew.

Max held the microphone as he awaited his turn for his podium interview. "Max, first race back. You have your whole family here with you today, how does that feel?" Max smiled and looked up to the crowds. "Yeah, it's a great achievement. Obviously it's only the first race so we can't pinpoint whether we will win the whole thing or not. But yeah, I mean having my girlfriend and my son here makes every win even sweeter. They're my biggest supporters." The crowd cheered. "You obviously mentioned there, your son he was born just last month a few weeks before testing and now he's here with you and your wonderful girlfriend. Did you race for them today and are you racing for them this season?"

"I've always raced for Y/n, for as long as I've known the girl. It's just a full circle moment now that I'm now dedicating this win to our boy as well. This victory is their's as much as it is my own." The fans, witnessing the heartfelt family moment, erupted in cheers. Verstappen's not just a racer; he's a family man too. "Do you have any words for Luuk or have you already said everything you need to say to him?" He thought for a moment before looking right into the camera, almost teary. "Luuk, het zal uiteraard nog wel even duren voordat jij gaat racen, maar onthoud: als ik het kan, dan weet ik zeker dat jij het ook kunt. Als je er maar over nadenkt, zal ik vlak achter je staan, samen met je moeder. Ik hou van je, ik geloof in je, ik heb deze eerste overwinning aan jou opgedragen, jij draagt de jouwe aan mij op." He handed the microphone to the interviewer and waved, heading off screen.

"So, listening to that now after your first win in Formula One, how are the emotions?" Luuk smiled as he set the tablet down, looking over at the very same interviewer. "I mean, it was a journey together. I dedicate every race to him, just as he did with me and to my mother as well. It was emotional when I crossed that finish line, he was the first person that popped right into my head. He always was and always has been. I'm just baffled to see how far we have come." The interviewer nodded. "Thank you Luuk. Its been a pleasure. Good luck with the rest of the season." Luuk bid his goodbyes and walked to his garage, in search for his parents who stood looking at their son's car. "Interviews done?" Y/n asked, kissing her son on the cheek. "Yes and I actually watched your speech you gave after Melbourne in 2024." Max smiled. "Did you?" Luuk nodded. "Yeah. It got me remembering absolutely everything we did." He smiled, patting his shoulder. "Come on, old man. You gotta get out of here, I have a car to drive."

"I'm not that old!"

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Translation: Luuk, it will obviously take some time before you start racing, but remember: if I can do it, I'm sure you can do it too. If you even think about it, I'll be right behind you, along with your mother. I love you, I believe in you, I dedicated this first victory to you, you dedicate yours to me

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