#Chandler Manning

[entomoleja]

what's on your mind little dude?

[bloodycotton]

Day six, fuck this shit, halfway i didn't know what i was doing

prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words

(English is NOT my first language)

Day 6.- Newcomer

Chandler Manning x fem!reader

The unit's new forensic doctor arrived when the Jack the Ripper copycat case was just opening, with the killer's first victims. 

You were young and impatient, overly curious about all things dangerous and life-threatening, which irritated Manning, the detective in charge of the case, and he constantly needed your point of view - if you weren't so smart and had such an unusual point of view he wouldn't even cross your path. 

Chandler thought you had experience in absolutely nothing, which irritated him even more. 

You walked into Manning's office, with your white coat over your clothes, to deliver some documents that the detective had asked for in a very rude manner, when you walked into the office, he could see a complete mess, the desk was more paper than wood at that point, and the detective was behind piles of documents with his hands on his head, his black hair messy and his shirt unbuttoned, he was completely destroyed, going through the reports of the first victims. 

“Have you ever swept a broom through here?” You said to him, looking at the mess, throwing the last victim's report into the pile of papers in front of him. 

Manning looked up, his expression somewhere between frustration and disbelief, his bushy eyebrows furrowed in irritation, but he picked up and opened the new report. 

“And you think that's what matters right now?” he retorted, his voice tired but angry. “Oops, yeah, because that's my number one priority with a jack the ripper impersonator out there.”

You rolled your eyes, Manning was so annoying.

“Maybe a little tidying up might help you see what you're not noticing” You rebutted him with a hint of mockery in your voice, seeing that he was literally bogged down in piles of documents that led nowhere. 

Chandler ran a hand through his hair, already almost losing control, exasperated by you and your bullshit.

“I don't have time for your ‘observations’, Doctor,” He almost growled from the desk. 

You folded your arms, looking at the documents on his desk, picking up a couple of papers, looking at their contents and starting to read, only for Chandler to take them out of your hands, the man was stressed, irritated, he hadn't slept a wink, this killer was pulling his leg, you only came to infuriate him more. 

“You think playing forensic doctor gives you the right to go through my documents?” The frustration in his voice was evident, and his gaze burned, it burned you. 

You, undeterred, raised an eyebrow. “And you think sitting here in a daze is going to help you catch a killer? This is a team game. You need to listen to other voices, not just your own.”

“I don't care, I need silence, time and concentration, and with you here that's what I have the least of” Increasingly irritated and feeling like an animal cornered at the desk, so he stood up from the chair, revealing how tall and big he was, towering before you. 

But you took a step forward, determined not to give an inch of ground. 

“Not with that attitude, if you read with a minimum of attention the document I handed you, you would know that a pattern is emerging” You were not intimidated by him for a single second, “He's methodological, calculating, he's a man, that's why he's easier to identify, he has a steady method”.

Manning frowned, feeling increasingly cornered. “And what do you know about the behaviour of serial killers?” his voice had a condescending tone, but deep down he felt you had a valid point, although did he really want observations from the new addition to the team without any experience?

“I know enough,” you replied, your tone firm. “I've studied cases like this, and while I don't have the street experience you do, I've seen similar patterns in the reports. We need to focus on the characteristics of the victims, how the killer chooses them. That could give us a crucial clue.”

“So what do you suggest, then?” Manning folded his arms, trying to maintain his authoritative stance, though a thread of curiosity was beginning to seep into his voice. “A profile? We can't waste time with speculation.”

“It's not speculation, it's observations” she insisted. 

Okay, the new one had a point. 

[obeydontstray]

Molina-verse character playlists (edited, forgot two playlists!)

[my0favorite0art]

CurbItKirby Masterlist A.2

Masterlist A.1

Masterlist B (OCs w Molina face-claim)

A masterlist of @curbitkirby's Alfred Molina character fics. The masterlist had to be split into parts due to tumblr's link limit. The lists are sorted alphabetically by character, if you can't find what you're looking for check the other lists!

Note: up to date as of May 28, 2024

Konstantin “Kostya” Dmitrievich Levin

Sexworker!Reader bathing soft 

Former!Sexworker!Reader rough sex thigh riding choking biting kink 

angst p.1 

angst p.2 

jealousy light angst drabble 

Dom!Reader human furniture collars angst 

Former!Sexworker!Reader honeymoon sex 

Dom!Reader crossdressing object insertion 

slut shaming jealousy angst 

Virgin!Kostya Dom!Reader orgasm denial begging 

Reader gives Kitty to Kostya dubcon bondage

femdom dom-drop drabble

femdom mistress!reader

Rose!Kostya x Jack!Reader Titanic AU p.1

Chandler Manning

chandler dubcon drabble

Ricardo Morales

sub/dom workplace sex

jealous workplace sex

Reader convincing Ricardo to take a break 

lingerie kink sex anal play  

Undercover!Morales and Biker!Reader 

I don't think this is proper police procedure

Ricardo gives you a stamp of approval

Ricardo punishes reader drabble

Otto Octavius/Doc Ock

breeding kink

hate fucking

Otto brings Reader apology flowers 

Super!Reader choking dirty-talk 

Super!Reader groping dirty-talk angst 

Reader titfucking Otto drabble 

gentle Otto comforts Reader not ready for sex 

Otto eating out Reader overstimulation 

Otto fucking Reader overstimulation 

Comte De Reynaud

hate sex slut shaming face slapping 

slut shaming face riding choking kink face slapping angst 

Housewife!Reader loving sex 

Comte hungry for pussy 

Boss!Comte eats Reader out workplace sex 

knife kink argument 

Pregnant!Housewife!Reader angst falling out 

Comte lusting Reader drabble

Jekyll-Hyde!Comte dubcon sadism

Comte Caroline angst

Edy Rodriguez

edging belt leather kink 

santa kink object insertion 

Thief!Edy dubcon drabble 

Thief!Edy dubcon somnophilia

That's not the real santa Tiny!Reader Thief!Edy

Hank Spallone

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.1

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.2

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.3

Janitor!Hank x Teacher!Reader p.4

Hugh Weldon

Dom!Reader face slapping crossdressing masturbation

non-discussed somnophilia wake-up blowjob 

breeding kink 

Dom!Reader pegging 

Dom!Reader puppy play edging 

exhibitionism watching a meteor shower fluff 

Paul Weller

tender sex throat fucking size kink 

College!reader light angst

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Dark Chandler Manning x Reader x Eliot Deacon

Is this a self indulgent blurb? Yes. Am I ashamed? Not in the slightest. I blame @writingkitten for my obsession with dark Molina characters especially dark! Chandler Manning. Go check out her superb work!

Warnings: betrayal, Avengers spoilers, and mention of past kidnappings.

“I don’t have to look at her file,” Sharon Carter said coldly as she shouldered past the two men and stared at the many monitors on the desk. Her eyes raked across the screens searching for any hint of your form in the forest, “(Name) was one of the best agents that SHIELD ever had as I was constantly reminded.”

A heavy scowl appeared on Detective Chandler Manning’s face, “The bitterness in your tone is hard to miss.”

Sharon snorted derisively, still not taking her eyes off the screens, “After Thanos, governments across the world were lining up to offer the remaining Avengers anything they could possibly want. I guess it was too much effort to ask for my name to be cleared so I could return home. Steve certainly wasn’t going to do that for me.”

“Your reason for betraying her was personal when she had nothing to do with your circumstances?” The other man, Eliot Deacon, the mortician questioned.

“She could have had my name cleared but she chose not to,” Sharon shrugged. Her eyes caught the tiniest flicker of movement on the screens. Before she could open her mouth to point the movement out, Eliot spoke again.

“You’re wrong.” The mortician stated, “She did fight to have your name cleared when you were in hiding.”

That got Sharon’s attention, “She did?”

“We interfered with the process.”

Sharon’s eyes widened and with dread bubbling in her stomach she slowly turned to face the two men, “Why?”

“Because she went into hiding after she tried to clear your name and it was proving difficult to locate her.”

Sharon took a step backward and the backs of her thighs hit the desk. Her breaths became ragged as she realised she was trapped.

“You used me to draw her out.” Sharon accused with a trembling voice.

“(Name) escaped both of us in the past and we find ourselves enjoying the chase.”

[goodoldcharley]

> "I don't think anyone told Alfred that this is a pretty heavy drama" <

short clip from the dvd extras

[illiana-mystery]

Total Goofball 🤣

[papimolina]

Wet Daddy

[plush4bunny]

aaand we're off to the first Chinese zodiac in @chrism02's 2nd chapter for Chandler Manning. Stay tuned for the next one 😁😉

[sevythebeanqueen666]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: The Lodger (2009) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Chandler Manning/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Chandler Manning, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: mention of suicide, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Eventual Smut Summary:

In a moment of anger, Detective Chandler Manning loses one of the few things in his life that made him happy and loved. In a moment of drunken clarity, he vows to win her back, stopping at nothing to get what he wants.

[entomoleja]

got a soft spot for dark characters I guess 😶

[lokirulesmidgard]

@furbabymama26

Something about the way he stands at the door just....I need to calm down.

[obeydontstray]

ACAB

 (especially Chandler Manning. I can fix him)

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

Dark Paths Into The Unknown (2)

AN: This chapter is a continuation of this fic here. Likes, reblogs and comments are very much welcomed and appreciated!

Warnings: mentions of drugging, spitting, kidnapping, hitting and stealing.

The rocking motion of the van would have been soothing if Sharon could move.   Whatever the mortician had injected her with was powerful and her limbs refused to obey her panicked commands.  She also felt more sleepy than usual as a result of the unknown drug. 

Being constantly on the run interfered with Sharon’s sleep schedule to the point that if asked about it, she’d reply “What sleep schedule?”   The last thing she felt before she drifted into an unwilling sleep was a spark of admiration that you had managed to evade both these men for as long as you did.

Sharon’s eyelids fluttered open as she felt herself being lifted.  Her vision was fuzzy and it took her precious moments to realise that she had been placed into a wheelchair.  The metal felt cool under her heated palms and the air around her was cooler as the sun slowly slunk towards the horizon.

There was one small upside to the situation Sharon found herself in.  The drug had worn off and neither the mortician nor the detective had injected her again; whether that was intentional on their part and they had something more sinister planned or because it had genuinely slipped their minds Sharon didn’t know.  She was more inclined to believe the former as the two men who had kidnapped her didn’t seem like the type to forget something that important.

“They had to have made a mistake.  Even if it was a small one otherwise (Name) wouldn’t’ve been able to escape them.”

Low murmurs caught Sharon’s attention and she strained to hear what they were talking about but the conversation cut off abruptly as Eliot turned to face her and realised that she was conscious.

He knelt down opposite her and Sharon wished that her arms were just a tiny bit longer so that she could smack the insufferably calm and controlled expression off his face.

“The relaxant wore off exactly when I thought it would.  How are your limbs feeling?”  He inquired mildly.  “I would expect that they would be tenser than they’ve been for a while.”

“I was right,” Sharon thought fighting the horror that bubbled up in her chest, “They did it intentionally.  They might want the thrill of the chase but only with her.   In a weird way, that’s probably them acknowledging that she is worth their efforts and attention.”

Sharon’s great aunt had always stressed the value and importance of possessing restraint.  Right now, Sharon wished she hadn’t heard that particular speech thousands of times.  The impulse to spit at Eliot’s face was nearly overwhelming.  “I am Sharon Carter and I have standards.” She reminded herself repeatedly until the impulse subsided.

The night air swept over her again but this time, Sharon’s nose caught the scent of stale chips, bleach, rust, gas and artificial air fresher.  Twisting her neck, Sharon was able to identify the van she’d been transported from the forest in.  Now the van was parked in front of a gas station.  “Well, that explains the smell at least.”

Eliot and Chandler strode confidently into the small store, leaving Sharon by herself with her palms resting on the arms of the wheelchair.  Sharon heaved a sigh when she heard the door open and close automatically behind the two powerful men and then she tossed her head back so that it was resting close to the handles of the wheelchair.

“It’s hopeless.  No one knows I’m here which means that there’s no hope of being rescued.  By SHIELD or Sword or anybody else that I once counted as an ally.  And they’re so calm, confident, and charming that no one will quest-”

At precisely that moment, the lights of the store behind her dimmed before shutting off completely and Sharon heard the door lock click into place automatically.  A small jolt of relief shot through Sharon until she realised that while she had been temporarily separated from the two men, she had no way of escaping their clutches permanently; once the power came back on she would be at their mercy once again.  A small voice in the back of her mind added that her imprisonment might even be worse because the two men would believe that she had something to do with the power outage.  They’d be wrong but it wouldn’t matter.  Even if they found out the truth, Sharon doubted that it’d change anything.

A squeal of tires and a cloud of dust, dirt and gravel pulled Sharon from her tumultuous thoughts.  She stared in wonder at the car that had appeared.  Sharon had just enough time to grab the smallest glimpse of the driver before the car span around in a circle and the passenger door swung open.  “Get in!” You screamed so that Sharon would be able to hear you since she couldn’t see you because of the dust cloud separating the two of you.

Sharon could hear the door rattling and she didn’t dare look behind her because she feared that she’d see Eliot and Chandler were close to forcing the door open.  Ignoring the way her limbs shook in protest, Sharon propelled herself one of the wheelchair.  She ran as if the very best of HYDRA’s agents were on her tail.  You slowed down until the car stopped completely.  The upside to that was that Sharon had a clear path to the car.   The downside to this was that you and the car were now completely visible.

Her legs were on the verge of collapsing and her lungs were screaming for air when she drew level with the passenger door.  To her horror, she heard the door of the gas station slide open and she knew that Eliot and Chandler were gaining on her with every passing second.  They were taller and in better physical condition than she was.  Mustering her remaining strength, Sharon tensed her legs and dove into the passenger seat.

You spun the steering wheel, creating another cloud of dust, dirt and gravel which forced the detective and the mortician to freeze in their tracks.  There was another advantage to the high-speed movement.  The passenger door, which had still been open, swung shut with a tremendous bang.

The engine groaned as you pressed your foot down on the accelerator however, it shot forwards obligingly and Sharon’s fingers grappled for the seat belt.  “When did you graduate to grand theft auto?” Was the only thing she managed to stammer out after she had buckled herself in.

���Let’s see.” You mused thoughtfully with more than a touch of sarcasm, “Carry the one, minus the four, add the six.  Since, mind your business.” Sharon felt she deserved much more than that if she were being frank with herself.  Her exhaustion caught up with her and this time, she surrendered willingly to sleep’s comforting and welcoming embrace.

[goodoldcharley]

I think we can all agree that there hasn't been enough Chandler lately, can we? 😄 So I'm fixing that now...

[movieexpert1978]

P.s. I also write nsfw

Any chance anyone has any Alfred molina character fic requests? I want to try and get back into writing more again.