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whoisspence · 3 months
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boyband reid appreciation post because it's never too much
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hargitayworld · 8 days
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the limit does not exist
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one-time-i-dreamt · 6 months
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My FBI agent friend interrupted my book club to rave at us about the enemy creating a deadly atomic weapon and warning us about possible insurgents relaying secret information. I interrupted his rant and claimed that he was acting paranoid, explaining all the flaws in his logic. After other agents came and took him away, I sat down again and smiled at my book club.
"Sorry about that, comrades. Now, I am pleased to let you know that the plan has succeeded, and the first atomic missile of our county has been finished."
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pathologicalrambler · 12 days
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me and who?
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stormy-skyzzzzzz · 4 days
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another Criminal minds doodle :)
(i’m so in love with emily prentiss)
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based on this
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gb12d · 5 months
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Chapter 4
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Smut warning
Thanks to @gingiesworld
3rd POV
Days passed by and Y/N’s nightmares only got more intense to the point that it was now hard for them to hide it from Jane. Y/N tried their best to ignore it because they tended to have those nightmares once in a while but to their bad luck, they were now daily and more dreadful memories were being replayed in their mind. As much as they tried to play it off as if everything was fine, the facade was close to breaking into pieces.
Jane had noticed that her lover was acting very differently. So one day after Jane arrived home from her job, she confronted them about it to which Y/N confessed to her that their job had them stressed out because things have changed and it was getting a bit difficult for him to adapt.
She felt bad and even apologized to Y/N because Jane felt that for forcing her full attention on the case and making it a personal matter, she was forgetting about the love of her life and in way abandoning them to fend of for themselves instead of taking care of them the way they had done for her every day after she arrives late from work.
So for today, Jane had a talk with her superiors to be able to leave work early and be at home before Y/N arrived from work. While the case was still a priority for her due to what it meant to her, she had put it aside for now to tend to the person who had always been there for her no matter the circumstances. To help Y/N anyway they needed and to remind them that nothing is above the love she has for them.
Jane arrived home early bringing with her some take out from the favorite restaurant you both enjoyed. She wanted to spoil them today. After she prepared the table knowing they would be home soon, she headed to the bedroom to change into something more comfortable.
Her plan was to distract your mind and hopefully make your stress go away. She picked up a black bag, smirking to herself, knowing that what was inside would help make tonight a good day for Y/N and also herself.
Some minutes passed and Y/N finally arrived. Looking defeated as they have the past days. Jane quickly arrived to his side to get the duffle bag out of his hand, starling them in the process. “Jane?” They were confused since she was never home this early. “What are you doing here? If you needed something, you could just have called me—.” “Relax, moose,” Jane cut them off. “I took an early day to have more time with my favorite person in the world.”
Y/N smiled hearing Jane’s words, thinking how they were lucky to have her in their life. “Thank you, Jane, But you didn’t have to,” They stopped speaking when Jane glared at them. “Sorry.” Y/N apologized as Jane dropped their duffle and got close to him. “If my moose is not doing well, I won’t be doing well either so let me take care of you today,” She planted a kiss on your lips. “No excuse.”
Jane grabbed their hand and led them to the dinner table, to eat. Y/N was loving her bossy tone today and was even managing to not think about his nightmares for now. They kept staring at Jane which even she noticed and was blushing trying her best to ignore it. “What is it, babe?” Jane questioned, even though she had an idea of what was going through Y/N’s mind. “Food can wait, I want you now.” They answered, desire lingering in their words.
They scooted their chair closer to Jane, gently grabbing her arm and planted a couple of kisses on it, flustering her. “Y-Y/N, wait.” They stopped their actions immediately as Jane reached for a bag and handed it to them. “What’s this?” They asked. “Open it and you’ll find out, silly moose.” She teased, as Y/N playfully rolled their eyes. They untied the black bag and to their surprise, it was a black leather collar with a leash? “This for me?” They were confused, making Jane smirk at them. “ I’m your pet now daddy” Jane barks, undressing herself and sits on her moose’s lap.
Y/N takes the collar, fastening it around her neck, a devilish smirk on his face as he admired her in her lingerie. He grips her jaw harshly, pulling her into a rough kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth making her moan. He picked her up, his hands on her ass, keeping her safe and steady in his arms as he made his way to their bedroom.
“On your knees mutt.” He growled, watching as the agent submitted easily to his demand, her eyes watching his movements as he undone his trousers, pushing them down along with his boxers. His hand moved to grab a fistful of her golden locks. “Put that pretty mouth of yours to some good use.”
Her lips soon wrapped around his cock, her hands holding onto his thighs as she bobbed her head, taking him as deep as she could. Soon enough, he couldn’t handle it and took all control, using her mouth for his own gain.
“I’m going to cum.” He grunted as she squeezed his thighs, although he was being rough, being how she craved, he still cared for her and respected her. He soon moaned as he came, shooting his load down her throat, swallowing every drop before he pulled her to her feet. “You have no idea what you do to me.” He growled as he kissed her roughly, making quick work at removing her bra and underwear, soon enough gripping her jaw as he looked into her eyes, taking the lead with his other hand. “Are you going to be a good girl and do as I say mutt?”
“Yes.” She whimpered pathetically, making him smirk before he put the leash on her. He admired her naked form before pushing her onto the bed. His hand gripped her neck as he looked into her eyes.
“What’s the safe word?” He asked her softly, making her smile slightly.
“Red.” She confirmed as he smiled, his hand moving to roughly knead her breast.
“Good girl.” He husked out before he kissed her, swallowing her moans as he pinched her nipple. His other hand snaked between her legs as he applied light pressure against her clit. Not enough to satisfy the ache but enough to tease her and make her whine. “Tell me what you want?” He asked her, still painfully teasing her. With Jane being a strong and confident woman, she relented, she ignored him and soon regretted it as he pulled his hands away from her, tutting in disappointment. “You know the rules mutt.” He growled as he gripped her jaw, forcing her to look at him. “All fours. Now.”
He moved away completely, watching as she soon moved to his command. He knelt behind her, massaging her ass cheeks before he removed his hand, bringing it back with a hard slap. She moaned at the sensation of the pain she felt, biting her lip as he repeated the action. He smirked as he could see her arousal dripping down her thighs, soon spreading her cheeks as he ran his hardened member through her folds, teasing her clit before he inserted his length roughly. The two moaned at the feeling, Jane clenching around him as he started to thrust hard and deep, his hands leaving bruises in his wake.
“Let me hear those pretty sounds.” He grunted as he went deeper and harder with each thrust. Jane found it near impossible to hold herself up as her arms started to falter, soon enough she found her head being pushed into the mattress, Y/N’s grip in her hair was painful but added to the pleasure. Tears welled up in her eyes as she tried her hardest to hold in her orgasm.
“I’m going to cum.” She moaned as he continued to increase his speed.
“Beg for it.” He snarled as he pulled her up, her back flush against his front, his hand around her neck as he pounded into her.
“Please let me cum.” She whimpered. “I need to cum. I need to. Please.” He smirked as she begged and begged, seeing the tears fall from her eyes as she tried to hold her orgasm back.
“Cum for me mutt.” He whispered in her ear, biting the lobe as she came, he continued to chase his own high, causing Jane to squirt onto the bed, screaming as she felt such immense pleasure rush through her, soon slumping over as Y/N had calmed down himself. “I love you Jane.” He kissed her back as he pulled out of her. Turning her over before kissing her tenderly. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” She watched as he disappeared into the bathroom, hearing as the tap was running and the tub was filling up with warm water.
“Stay.” She asked him as he placed her in the bath, sighing as the warm water covered her body. “Please.”
“Of course.” He smiled as he got in behind her, holding her close to him as the two relaxed, enjoying the closeness between the two.
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blogofsara · 3 months
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MSA referenced Criminal Case
No way, in the last episode of Con Sisters (a My Story Animated miniseries), they created the leader of the FBI in the shape of David Jones Season 1 😹😳.
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georgiapeach30513 · 5 months
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Jail! Directly to jail and go to timeout!!
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whoisspence · 3 months
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💌❤️‍🩹
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mel0809 · 10 months
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Undercover Intimacies
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18+ Minors DNI
Pairing: Jay Halstead x Ella Bennett (original character)
Jay Halstead, the badass detective from Chicago PD, sat back on the couch, watching as his girlfriend Ella prepared for their undercover assignment at a club. Ella, with her stunning looks and infectious personality, had a way of attracting everyone's attention. But tonight, Jay couldn't help but feel a bit protective. After all, Ella was his girl, and only he had the privilege of seeing her in all her glory.
As Ella rummaged through her wardrobe, Jay's eyes stayed locked on her every move. He had a feeling her outfit might be a bit too sexy for his liking, and he wanted to make sure it didn't reveal too much. After all, only he was allowed to see her like that.
"Hey, babe," Jay called out, his voice filled with a mix of concern and admiration. "You sure you wanna wear that to the club? It looks damn hot, but I don't want every guy in there drooling over you."
Ella turned to him, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Don't worry, Jay. I know how to handle myself. Besides, you're the only one I wanna impress."
Jay stood up and walked over to her, his hands instinctively reaching out to adjust her outfit. He wanted to make sure it hugged her curves just right without revealing too much. His touch was possessive but filled with love, a silent reminder that she was his.
“Bend over”
Ella looked over her shoulder in amusement, “what?”
“Bend over for me”
Ella bends over in front of Jay. He looks for awhile, “yeah, don’t bend over.”
“Noted”, Ella laughs.
"Okay, babe," Jay said, his voice low and husky. "I trust you. But promise me you'll be careful and keep an eye out for any trouble."
Ella nodded, her eyes shining with affection. "Of course, Jay. You know I'm a damn good agent. I've got this under control."
With a final check to make sure everything was in place, Ella flashed him a mischievous smile.
After a successful night at the club, where Ella's skills and charm helped them gather valuable information, Jay couldn't wait to have her all to himself. As they left the club, he took her hand and led her back to his apartment.
As Jay and Ella entered Jay's apartment, the energy between them crackled with a mix of desire and anticipation. They had just successfully completed their undercover mission, and now it was time to revel in the intimacy of being alone together.
Jay closed the door behind them, his eyes fixed on Ella. A hunger burned within him, a hunger that only she could satiate. He reached out, gently cupping her face in his hands, his touch tender yet tinged with a raw need.
"God, Ella," Jay whispered, his voice husky with desire. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting this. Wanting you."
Ella's eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she leaned into his touch. "Then take me."
That’s all Jay needed to hear before their lips crashed together in a searing kiss, an explosion of pent-up passion. Jay's hands roamed freely over Ella's body, his touch setting her skin ablaze. As their tongues danced in a fiery embrace, their bodies pressed against each other, eager to merge into one.
In one swift motion Jay ripped the dress off Ella leaving her in a lace black set.
“Fuck me, Ella”
With a surge of desire, Jay lifted Ella effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her towards the bedroom, their lips never parting. Their connection was electric, a whirlwind of emotions and physical longing that threatened to consume them both.
As they reached the bedroom, Jay gently laid Ella down on the bed, his eyes locked with hers, his love and desire shining through. He slowly undressed her, savoring every moment, worshipping her body with his hands and lips.
Their breathy moans fill the room.
“Please Jay, more”
Jay takes a nipple into his mouth making Ella squirm beneath him.
“Mmm”, Ella reaches and cups jays crotch making him let out a groan.
Jay pushes a finger into Ella. “Fuck you’re wet”
Not being able to wait any longer he thrusts into Ella
“Shhh, I know” Jay waits for Ella to become adjusted before he moves again.
Jay moans into Ella’s neck, “I love you”.
“I love you, Jay.”
Jays speeds up his pace.
“Jay.. I’m close…”
“I know baby, I know.” Ella finishes squeezing Jay making him finish as well.
In the aftermath, their bodies glistened with sweat, their breathing ragged and satisfied. Jay pulled Ella into his arms, holding her close, their bodies molded together as if they were made for each other.
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wtfdudesblog · 1 year
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Guys imagine this, the reason stiles isn’t in the new movie is because he became Mitch Rapp. After Lydia broke up with him he met Katrina and she got killed because of the terr0rist attack which transpired to stiles becoming Mitch. Since Stiles real name is Mieczyslaw his new persona would be a nickname for that which is Mitch based on how his real name is pronounced.
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gaysullengirl · 26 days
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𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞. 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞
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❝ we're two slow dancers, last one's out. ❞
- two slow dancers, mitski
     Isabelle looked out of the plane window, she caught Spencer's gaze in the corner of her eye but she didn't look his way.
She was stressed to say the least, about Spencer but also the fact this was the first case she was working with the Behavior Analysis Unit.
The case was gruesome to say the least- three women picked up at bars and murdered in hotel rooms, the unsub disemboweled them then forced them to clean up their own blood.
"Reid, work up a geographic profile, focus on location of the murder, Prentiss and Rossi, concentrate on the victims, Morgan, Cruz, and I will go deal with Vanessa Holden." Hotch said.
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"I'm sorry you came all the way out here, it's a waste of time, Ashley knows absolutely nothing." Ashley's mom announced sternly.
"And we want to get this behind us as soon as possible." she added.
"Mrs. Holden, we can't begin to fathom the loss you've suffered." Isabelle said sympathetically.
"That's right, you can't."
"Um, I lost my younger sister when she was just seventeen, it was really hard on me and my family." Isabelle subconsciously softened her face.
"I was always the responsible one, I made sure she remembered her homework and lunch, she's- she was so forgetful."
"I can't even begin to think about if I was the one who passed away, she'd probably lose her head." She laughed slightly.
"Mrs. Holden, I want to catch him and make sure he never sees the light of day, I wanna help you but to do that we need you and your daughter's help."
Ashley's mom let them in the house and they talked with Ashley.
Isabelle walked down their driveway with confidence, she was proud, she got Ashley's mom to open up and let them in the house.
"The information about Vanessa Holden being the responsible sister, where did you get that?" Hotch asked when they arrived at the car.
"It was an educated guess." Isabelle shrugged, "You guessed, then proceeded to lie." Hotch criticized.
"Hmm?" Isabelle scrunched her nose up, "I read your file, your sister isn't dead."
Isabelle's heart dropped, a lot of the time she forget Juliana isn't dead- well not officially.
Isabelle considered telling the truth, but it was a long and complicated story and he'd probably never believe her anyway.
"I- I got us in the door, we talked to Ashley." Isabelle argued.
"Not only do you represent the fbi, you represent this team, to the press, the police, and to the families who are struggling with some of the hardest times of their lives., if you get caught in a lie, the trust we depend on to help solve these crimes disappears." Hotch lectured her.
"Do I make myself clear?"
Isabelle clenched her fists, "Yes."
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Isabelle stared at the whiteboard in front of her, across it was a map and pictures of the victims.
Spencer sighed, "Based on the geography, he isn't just changing his victimology, he's changed his whole tax bracket."
"The high profile of Vanessa Holden bears that out, by killing her, he was climbing the social ladder, on the sex workers advertisements they said they would come to you."
"That cuts out the social interaction of meeting on a street corner." Morgan said.
"Exactly, that's a long way from a self-assured unsub who hits the clubs." Spencer responded.
"He took a year off between the murders maybe he took that time to change himself." Isabelle offered.
"That's impossible." Spencer replied flatly.
"Why?" She rolled her eyes.
"Well, I mean, you're talking about a total transformation here, I mean how you talk, I mean how you dress, how you think about yourself."
"Difficult maybe, but not impossible." Hotch added.
"He already started killing, there must have been a secondary trigger that motivated him to change who he was." Emily explained.
"So if you're gonna completely transform yourself, how would you do it?" Rossi asked.
"Cut everyone off." Isabelle said, everyone gave her a questioning look, "I was joking." She explained with a small laugh.
Isabelle saw the way Spencer kept his eyes on her, even thought the team couldn't see through her lie- he could.
"A steady diet of self-help books."
"Start hitting the gym."
"You have to learn how to read people."
"A pick-up is basically just a profile, decoding cues of interest and recoding similar ones."
"If you're too obvious, you turn off your target, if you're oblivious, your target moves on to a better profiler."
"That doesn't sound like something he could do on his own, maybe he went to a self-help class?" Isabelle offered.
Rossi held up a news paper and pointed to an ad for a self-help class.
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Isabelle and Emily walked over to the balcony and looked over the edge, the blood of becky- the latest victim pooled on the sidewalk.
"At all the other scenes, the bottles were arranged in a precise order, here they're just part of the mess." Emily said as she examined the scene.
"Maybe she fought back. And when becky went over the railing, his routine had been compromised because he knew the police would respond.". Isabelle offered.
"Or she could have jumped, her nervous system was pumping adrenaline, her flight or fight response kicks in."
"He struck two fridays in a row, and if his routine's been interrupted, It might compel him to strike again." Hotch added.
"It's Saturday, the clubs will be packed tonight." Isabelle said.
"Take a look at the classes the unsub might have taken." Hotch commanded causing Isabelle to clench her jaw.
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"I can't believe he actually said that to you." Isabelle scrunched her face after hearing Emily description of Viper.
Hotch, Morgan, and Rossi walked up to the two women, "The answer might be something in Viper's class, But to figure that out, we need to profile the teacher."
"We need to study his style up close and personal, it's gonna take someone that he's already attracted to." Morgan smirked as the whole team looked to Emily.
"Oh, this is really gonna suck." Emily said, "Cruz, you're also going in." Hotch added.
"What!" Spencer said louder than he expected to, "Why can't Emily just go in by herself?"
"Spencer it's fine." Isabelle empathized.
authors note!
sorry this chapter is mostly just the case, the next few will be more about isabelle and spencer!! <3
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pathologicalrambler · 1 month
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these two have the same energy i can’t explain it
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lovesclinic · 1 year
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꒰ 𝐍𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐒!! ꒱ྀི ۪  ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪  ׂ.
꒱ aaron hotchner x feminine reader
꒱ in which your boss helps you with your fear of hospitals
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❛ no ⏤ no hospitals. ❜ was your immidiate response to the ambulance siren's obnoxious wails. groggily your eyes blinked open to see a blurry, suited figure.
aaron.
your boss answered you in the most patient, soft voice you had ever heard him use.
❛ you were shot, love.❜ if you weren't so alarmed by the content of his words you would have noticed the word choice, baby.
you would have been obsessing over what it meant, your boss, his baby. but you werent, you were shot.
❛ hospitals freak me out. ❜
❛ what if i don't wake up from surgery? ❜
❛ it's all so... clinical. i hate it. ❜
despite your fruquent, and rather bothersome protests, hotch never failed to respond in the most loving of voices, with some form of pet name attachted to the tail end of the sentance, despite your relationship being strictly professional. boss and agent.
despite your wounded shoulder, you continued to voice your detestment of hospitals rather loudly as you were wheeled of the ambulance to the hospital, hotchner still by youre side.
❛ i'm about to sign an ama if they don't hurry up. ❜
❛ i want to leave, now. screw what the doctors say. ❜
❛ where are my clothes? i'm leaving. ❜
❛ i'm not staying here the night. no way. ❜
it was a miracle that aaron hadnt strangled you by the time your surgery was approved. you were swarmed and rushed into an operating room, but not before aaron leaned to your ear as if whispering you a secret.
"good luck agent, I'll be sure to take you out for dinner after this, it's only polite after all.." you hadnt realised th meaning behind his words until aaron pulled back, and winked right at you.
strolling out the door like it was a normal monday and he hadnt just asked you on a date.
somehow hotchner's words were your good luck charm during surgery, dreaming of your date.
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