#dylan klebold x reader

[just-eboy-things]

I’m backkk >:)))

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Dylan x Fem! Reader

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TW ♡ r4pe , kidnapping

fic from my ao3 | note it does have errors

also reader is a bit of a sweet bimbo

ㅤㅤ" say you'll love me "

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"Mhm, yeah." Dylan replied in a bored manner on the phone with his friend Eric. Dylan was outside of his job aka blackjack pizza. He rested on the side of the wall as Eric directed him what to do for the day since he wasn't present most likely taking care of his dog.

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Dylan was outback behind his job it was usual seeing him there when he felt the need to get a break.

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Dylan thought to himself as Eric rambled on "Damn im trying to have a smoke break and he just keeps on rambling." Most likely Eric was just calling so that he could talk to Dylan. With a huff Dylan dropped his cigarette and stepped it out as Eric finally stopped talking and left with a goodbye.

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It wasn't that Dylan didn't like Eric talking to him it was just sometimes he was on edge just like today. He glanced around one last time outside knowing he'd have to go back into his job and deal with snobby customers. He knew it was for the best because this was the best area for him to get money but damn did it stress him the fuck out sometimes.

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With that he turned his head to the direction of the door next to him titled with "Employees only." In a bold black font. He pushed it open knowing he had a few agonizing hours that he was submitted to. Afternoon hit and he was leaning over the counter next to the cash register. Barely anyone had came today and it felt like such a waste of time especially for it to be on a Saturday where he could be doing something besides staying here but oh right he forgot! He needs money.

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His eyes drifted around boredly but it wasn't like he was actually taking in his surroundings rather he was day dreaming and wanting to be alone in his thoughts. He tuned out the whole world the only thing in his mind was his thoughts. He couldn't tell if he was sleeping or not maybe in between if that was possible.

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Thats when he heard a gentle. "Hello?" Sounding more like a question than a greeting. A sweet question... Oh fuck. He sprung up in a panic and ran a hand through his hair. "Shit" he grumbled. "I am so sorry. I didn't see- you..." he took in the girl in front of him. His heart was struck with the realization that his crush was in front of him. Oh his beautiful halcyon.

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He gulped and muttered a small "Hi..." you both just stared at each other for a minute before he spoke again. "Oh- uh... what would you like?" You smiled and requested your order and with that he was on with it.

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After giving you your food you paid and left but not without saying a small "See you tomorrow!". This being because you both had a class together. He gave a small wave and felt like he was going to puke. God he sounded like a weirdo.

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The next day came and you were both sitting next to each other like most days. He tried his best to talk to you without being awkward but he always had a crack in his voice or a jumbled way of responding to your questions. Though in his eyes he was getting better at having small talk with you!

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Not even realizing it he was staring practically into your soul while the teacher went on with his lesson. You just stared at front not paying attention to the threatening glare that Dylan had.

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Dylan had always felt like a disgusting humanbeing when it came to masturbating. It always felt "sinful" to him if you could put it that way. Most of the time it being because he jerked off to you. Imagining you in the most tightest bondage restraints and making you wither and sob although he knew he could never want to make you upset all the perverted things in his head were just fantasies... right?

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He remembered the time he had jerked off for so long his bed smelt like sweat and had a damp wetness on it that felt like it covered the whole damn thing. He imagined having you handcuffed in his lap while he fingered your dumb cunt. Your pussy on full display for him while he rubbed your pretty clit.

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Oh god even thinking about it in class was getting him hard. He was still staring at you when suddenly the teacher called his name. He snapped out of it feeling his face turn a bright pink. He heard a few boys snickering probably because of the way they saw him staring you down like pray.

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He soon answered the teachers question with a half assed one knowing he probably wasn't going to get it right since he didn't even care. Somehow he did surprisingly get it right in a turn of events but he didn't care about that either. He thought education was stupid until you turned to him and said "good job." With that iconic pretty smile on your face.

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He felt butterflies in his stomach... no way. You complimented him.

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Later on that day his thoughts were all about you. Oh the way you looked at him, your scent, your personality, your appearance, your interests, your... body. Everything about you was hypnotizing him and he felt like he was going to die. He needed to do something he needed to give his halcyon everything.

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Later on that day you found yourself walking near a alleyway it was just a area you went to where you felt the need to get space from everything and everyone. Though today it didn't seem to be your day. No cars were near by and practically no one would be able to hear you if something happened.

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You were suddenly yanked in and without a peep someone smashed a bottle on your head. The impact not only making the bottle break but also making you pass out.

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When you woke up it was pitch black. Well not actually though on your end it was since you were blindfolded. Your hands had been cuffed together so you had no where to go. Your top had been pulled off and every brush against your nipples it felt like they were wet like they had been coated with saliva.

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You started crying for help only to have a rough hand cover your mouth. "Shh shh baby calm down you're okay." Oh god was that Dylan? Was he here to save you. "Mmm h-help." You whined against his hand. He hushed you down and played with your hair taking in the sight of you. Wait a second... how would he have found you even. Thats when you realized he was your captor and it was so obvious.

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You started freaking out and as a result your lips had a thick piece of tape placed on them. A small groan left his lips at the sight of you. You couldn't possibly understand how he knew you would be walking near a specific alleyway today but that was the least of your concerns as of now.

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He lifted your arms up making you shudder from the roughness of his hands. You suddenly felt a cold sensation on your nipples making you gasp against the tape. He started sucking on your tits and fondling them. You tried telling yourself you didn't like it but your body was arching for more.

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He pulled off one of them with a small pop before tugging on your abused nipples. It made you wince since now your nipples were sensitive and hard. He brushed his thumbs on the top of your nipples making you shudder.

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He got bored of playing with them though and let go to play with something else. Well not play but use. He was already to rock-hard and he didn't know how to contain it anymore.

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Since you were already pantless the last thing he had to do was take off your panties. He pulled them off while you shook your head and squirmed but you knew he wasn't going to hear you out or listen to a word you had to say.

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It was quiet for minute besides the sound of a belt being unbuckled and his pants being unzipped. You scared you didn't even want to image the things that were going to happen to you. Deep in your thoughts you felt the head of Dylan's dick rub against your slit.

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You whined and tried moving back but he made you stay put. He forced your legs open in annoyance with a small "fuck." It was obvious he was getting pissed at your movements and he couldn't risk his parents hearing you struggle. Once again he pressed his tip to your slit though this time he shoved it in.

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In case the tape wouldn't cover your screams he immediately covered your mouth with his hand. He started thrusting into you like the virgin he was. He was a moaning and groaning mess and he was a little whiney... he was only searching for his pleasure since he wasn't really sure how to give you your pleasure.

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He kept going until he suddenly felt the need to cum. Before he could pull out he came all inside of your pretty pussy. You tiredly whined at the feeling of his hot sticky cum inside of you. When he pulled out you couldn't help but miss the feeling of being filled but didn't fight with it.

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He rested on top of you in the end. He fell asleep in a deep slumber in which he probably wouldn't be waking up for a while. You didn't dare to try to push him off not just because you were scared but also because you gave up. His warm body covered yours as you laid under him.

[nathan-explosion-foot-licker]

do i write dylan klebold x male!reader fanfic or dylric fanfic

[little-coffins4]

I find the argument about whether or not people should be allowed to want to fuck The Grabber is just... wow.

Look, people have unusual tastes. In the end, people wanting to snog The Grabber is not going to affect your life. At least, it shouldn't. If somehow people writing raunchy x-readers is affecting your life, than I think that would be a you problem. Stepping back from the internet for a while would do you well, because you shouldn't be that emotionally invested in something so unimportant.

Are the themes dark? Yes.

Is The Grabber a gay pedophilic serial killer? Also yes.

People writing their female x-readers fantasy porn is a factor of life. It's not like these people are talking about Jeffrey Dahmer, Dylan Klebold or Ted Bundy. The Grabber is fictional. Relax, guys. X-readers aren't my thing either, but there's no reason to rag on the writers and preach. You aren't the arbiter or morality.

Let's go back to the old rule of fanfiction roots: Don't like, don't read!

[intestinesinbows]

ㅤ ㅤ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀KLEBOLD, Dylan

Fem! Dylan x Fem! Reader

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TW ♡ scissoring, cunnilingus, nipple play,

NSFW IN GENERAL

⠀⠀⠀" Come on let me know if you want some more "

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It's a late Saturday night and your girlfriend Dylan was inbetween your legs. You were chilling at her house when you came up with the idea of sex. She was rather a nervous wreck at first asking "do you like it this way?", "am I bad at this?", "we can stop if you like.", but soon enough she got the hang of it.

Your legs rested over her shoulders as she ate you out with a fast pace. Her nose rubbed against your clit making you gasp and arch against her face while her tongue was deep inside your hole along with two fingers.

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You couldn't tell if it was sweat or tears running down your face but you knew sure as hell it was one of them. In general you could barely even register the things around you. Your legs trembled as you reached near your high, your breathing getting heavier while she shoved her fingers deep inside your tight cunt.

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In and out, in and out her fingers kept at a pace that left you breathless. Despite her two digits staying in the same place her mouth moved up and she started sucking on your clit.

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You whined and grabbed a fistful of her hair pleading for her to continue. The pleads were just whiny moans so she couldn't understand a thing that you were saying but she knew you were liking it, it practically boosted her ego.

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She was getting lost at the sight of you as you shivered and shook against her. "D-dylan!~" You moaned as your orgasm hit. Just hearing you yell her name while you came was enough to make her soaked.

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She pulled her fingers out of your hole as you rested down. Your vision was far from clear and your skin was sticky with a hint of wetness. She kissed your forehead and held you close against her breasts.

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"O-oh god baby you did such a good job. You're such a good girl." She muttered. She praised you and the words filled your head like a symphony.

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Your lips rested close to one of her nipples. The warm breath from your mouth made both of her nipples harden. Her breathing hitched and she slightly tugged on a strand of your hair.

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With a soft exhale you kissed the pink nipple on her breast. Dylan bit her lip stifling back a moan. She felt like her moans were embarrassing but to you they were the best damn music you could hear.

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You started sucking on her breast. Giving gently nips to her tit which made her break character and slip out a few sounds... well a lot. She was loud, pretty loud but it was utterly hot.

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"D-don't stop~" she whined though you weren't stopping anytime soon. If anything all you did was pull off of her nipple with a gentle pop and suck on the other one.

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Again with the same torturous pleasuring feeling you sucked on her other nipple with the same amount of force while tweaking with the one you had already abused.

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Her panties were completely soaked and sticky. Her thighs rubbed up and down against each other. She wanted more... no she needed more.

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Both her nipples were stiff and wet with saliva on them. You finished up the few licks on her nipple before pulling off and staring up at her.

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Looking at your pretty face she growled and pushed you on your back. Her bed was soft, despite it being a little messy it was still nice. She kissed your lips but slightly pulled away.

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"Do you think it'll be weird if I like... I don't know." She whispered and played with a strand of her hair. You sat up and asked a simply "What?". She looked away and ran a hand through her hair. "I don't want you to think I'm gross."

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It was obvious she was feeling self conscious so you kissed her neck. "Don't be shy love, you're beautiful in every way. In and out." At your words she felt a little bit better. You pulled on her panties and asked . . . "Do you want to still do this?"

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With a nod from her head signaling her consent you pulled her panties down revealing her soaked pussy. She was practically dripping. Unlike before how she pushed you down this time you pushed her down.

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Your hands opened her legs and you positioned yourself against her. The normal scissoring position obviously. Your cunts pressed together the warm sticky liquid from your pussies tangled together as you rubbed up against each other.

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Moans and cries left both of your mouths as you picked up speed. Your clits touched and matched together each time you both went up then unmatched each time you both slipped away..

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Your mouths attached to one another and brought both of yourselves into a brutal makeout session. Your tongues tied around one another as you swallowed each others moans..

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The mess between both of your thighs got wetter and wetter until you came all over each other. You pulled your pussy away from hers and a string of your combined juices pulled with you.

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You laid next to her panting. Your heavy breaths filled the air until there was nothing but quietness. "I love you y/n."

[truecrimetimes]

BLOG INFORMATION

As much as I would love starting this job off with a good informational post, I would like to draw my boundaries.

I do not allow the following on my blog and although I do not judge anyone for what they believe, I do not condone it here and would rather it be kept off my blog-

- romanticizing crimes

- romanticizing criminals

- serial killer x reader (ex: Richard Ramirez x reader)

- school shooter x reader (ex: Dylan Klebold x reader)

- serial killer x serial killer (ex: Ted Bundy x Jeffery Dahmer)

- school shooter x school shooter (ex: Dylan Klebold x Eric Harris)

I believe you can imagine and any other things I would enjoy here and I thank you for the time.

Without further ado, welcome to the True Crime Times.

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dylan klebold x reader pls!!! <3

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[stunudo]

That Got Away: A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction Part 7

Inspiration: Katy Perry’s “The One That Got Away”

Union Pulse’s “Better Days”

Rating: Teen  Featuring: Spencer Reid x Reader

A/N: I hope you missed Y/N, because this is going down ya’ll. I do not own any of the characters/ images/ lyrics. xoxo Stu

Part 5   Part 6

Spencer had shut off any part of his brain that held emotion and worked the case. Once the local CSI had shown up, he was right beside the techs scouring for evidence. Hotch and Morgan continued to work the profile, adjusting it into a team now that miraculously both JJ and Y/N had been removed from the suite within minutes of being attacked. Spencer was frustrated with what little insight the hotel room was giving them.

He removed the latex glove on his right and called Garcia.

“Speak to me thou who seeks knowledge, “ Penelope beckoned.

“Garcia, I need you on the tapes from an hour ago up until now for the penthouse floor.” Spencer clipped. “The unsubs have JJ, Garcia. And Y/N.”

“Oh no! But,” Garcia was distraught. “Reid, what should I do? Do I call Will?” Her hands a frenzy at the back lit keys. Spencer sighed, thinking about his tiny godson two thousand six hundred twenty four miles away.

“No, Garcia, I will. It’s my fault that they were taken.” Spencer admitted, ashamed. “Just figure out who took them and how they escaped unnoticed with two women.”

“On it, my sweet doctor,” Garcia crooned, worry heavy on her voice and features. “And Reid, stiff upper lip, that big brain of yours is going to get them back.”

You woke up slowly, your face tingling with warmth. The sunlight streamed into your face from above, so brightly that you didn’t know if it was truth or farce. You slowly turned your head, attempting to look around it. Your neck was stiff and your face tender. You were on your back, a cool stone floor your bed. Once your cheek met the contrasting temperature of the ground your heart-rate accelerated, pushing the delayed panic to the forefront of your mind.

You were in your suite with JJ, Spencer’s trusted friend. You had been talking about the letter Spencer had left for you. And what? What was next? How were you here, now, with a face that felt like tenderized round steak? Slowly you sit, the dark room coming into focus after leaving the trail of unfiltered sunshine. Well, at least you hadn’t been unconscious very long. You didn’t know the details, but brain damage occurred the longer someone was out. Spencer would know how long it had been and what your risk was at that length of time.

You had left Spencer and the team to change, why hadn’t you taken their concern seriously? Your father was dead and now you had been abducted. What the hell was this about anyway?! You stood, angry now. “Hello?” You croaked and echoed into the small space. “What the hell do you need me for, huh?!” Your throat mutinied and cracked at the end of your question. Silence answered. Frustrated you kicked the bulking metal door with the pad of your foot, apparently you were barefoot.

After ten minutes of pacing, a faint screeching noise came through the adjacent wall. The only wall that didn’t have a door or a window.

It's funny how the hands that I now hold Make me feel a little like I might be Getting old

Spencer was not one for the beach, he didn’t mind sand, he was a dessert kid after all. It was the combination of being wet and sandy that did not appeal to his tidy sensibilities. Kissing Y/N rather muted that notion for him tonight. They were out, alone at night, making out just like normal teenagers. He had never felt this alive or conflicted in his entire life.

The clouds continued to gather overhead, but Spencer’s eyes were closed to the weather. He was focusing on not biting Y/N’s tongue which was surveying his mouth quite repeatedly. His quilt kept her warm from the night air, he held her close, so bundled her arms couldn’t move. Which meant that he was being very chivalrous: bringing a blanket, flashlights, and by not taking off all of her clothes in public. Yes, this was how a gentleman would kiss a woman, not like the last time when he was nearer to a scoundrel teenage boy feeling up a drunk girl in the back of a party.

She was smiling up at him, the light reflecting in her Y/E/C irises. Spencer grinned back, sheepishly. He felt at ease around Y/N, his dear one. She liked him, not just for his brain or how quick he could help her with her homework. She had never needed anything from him. It was just him, his presence, his companionship that this amazing girl somehow craved. This stirred a feeling that he hadn’t found the right words to describe. Her teeth began to chatter and he knew it was time to return to their homes, time to be the responsible young adults that they were.

“Y/N/N, thank you for taking me out tonight,” Spencer spoke over the waves. “I, uh, needed to get out of the apartment, but being with you has been like an oasis, really, a treat.”

She giggled at his confession. “Sir-sir, thanks for letting me teach you to drive.” She wiggled a hand out of her cocoon to hold his as they slowly returned to the waiting Volkswagen. “I know it is not easy for you to take instructions when you already know how to do something.”

“I am finding there are many things that I am willing to learn from you, mon cher,” Spencer spoke softly, eyes watching the shower of sand their feet kicked.

“Together, Spencer,” She corrected him. “We are learning together.” She blushed at him, but was smug in her conclusion. His head was a whirl the whole way home.

Garcia was pissed. The security footage wasn’t blurred or looped, it just wasn’t there. Someone had just shut off the camera on the penthouse floor. She would not stand for this kind of dead end, no she would track down this little evildoer if it was the last thing she did! She began searching all other floors during that time frame.

“Hotch, sir?” Garcia rarely called the boss man himself, but this was necessary. “Sir, we have a complete footage loss on the penthouse floor during the abduction. Someone in hotel security is helping the unsub, unsubs, I mean. May I suggest someone talk to “Kurt” the bellhop that delivered the envelope to Reid?”

“Thank you Garcia,” Hotch huffed, “let us know when you find more.”

Penelope returned to her hive of monitors, some running searches, some rolling through security tapes, some displaying cat memes. The second screen to the left caught her eye, it was the concierge desk the night before. Where a little scamp of a thing was practically skipping across the lobby to deliver a familiar envelope. The unsub knew the camera angles, Garcia could only grab a half of a profile in any one shot. But this changed the game, one of the bad guys was female. Now Garcia had to put a name to the little b-, not nice person.

It had been roughly two hours that JJ had been kept alone before the door screeched open. A rather nondescript older woman entered the mildew coated space. JJ didn’t blink, but waited for an opening.

“Ah, Agent Jareau.” The woman started, a slight accent to her voice. “I am terribly sorry that you are here, I was expecting the prodigious Dr. Reid to be along side the distracting Dr. Y/L/N.”

“What are you going to do with me, then?” JJ asked, controlling the building rage.

“We are going to trade you for the doctor, of course.” The woman smiled, mildly amused.

“That’s not going to happen, lady.” JJ countered. “There is no way Hotch is letting Spence just walk in to your trap. Stop with the little games.”

“I think you’ll find that when it comes to Y/N Y/L/N, there is little Dr. Reid wouldn’t do.” The woman teased, “Besides, you are a mother after all, a gentleman like “Spence” wouldn’t let you put yourself in danger.” Her cold eyes bore patronizingly back into JJ’s blue stare.

JJ had nothing more to say. The woman backed out the door from which she came. JJ cursed through her breath as the door was locked with a heavy clunk.

You thought you had heard voices from the room that shared your windowless wall. You pressed your ear to the cool drywall, straining to hear something. Any information would be welcome at this point. Suddenly there was a loud thud and locking sound. You continued to pace, though the temperature of the wall had soothed your bruised face. Who had hit you?

Thoughts of Thetis’ supplication to Zeus to protect her son ran through your mind. Who would be pleading for you in here? You had to get out of this on your own now, not drag anyone else down with you. You hoped JJ was alright, remembering her little boy back in Virginia. The spin-tingling sound of iron against it self caused you to freeze. The large door opened and suddenly SHE was there.

It's funny how we dream of better days One day you've just got to let that train Take you away

“But, just think about all of the factors that led to Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold to planning and executing the attack. I find it fascinating,” Spencer explained. “Plus, I am focusing on Chemistry graduate courses too. So this fall I will no longer be working with your dad.”

“Okay, slow down,” You interrupted over the torrential downpour that had you and Spencer trapped in your Volkswagen. “Columbine is a tragedy, not a field of study. And secondly, what?!” You pushed Spencer’s bony shoulder playfully. “Am I going to see you next summer or will you have to find another professor’s daughter to seduce?” You added heavily.

Spencer’s brown eyes watched you. His lips pursed in concern. “Y/N/N,” he began, “I am not leaving you, just your dad’s department. Besides, if anyone is leaving, it’s you!” He grinned suddenly, “After seducing me!”

He grabbed your sides, tickling you. You shrieked as the laughter rippled through you. Over the past two weeks Spencer and you had become inseparable; creating both an intoxicating rush and a warm contentment you had not felt before.

You decided how to free yourself from this blissful torture. So you licked your forefinger and jammed it into Spencer’s ear. “Wet Willy!” Spencer immediately released you, rubbing the uncomfortable sensation from his ear.

“Gross! Y/N Y/L/N, that was not fair!”

You ruffled his growing locks, “Don’t be a baby, Spencer Reid!” He pouted, his delicious bottom lip protruding ever so slightly. Again, you knew just what to do. You started by kissing the ear you had violated. Then its twin. Slowly you made your way inward on his face, kissing in pairs. By the time you caught his soft mouth he was smirking devilishly at you. You were so winning this one. It was just too bad you were stuck in the back seat with your adorable boyfriend in a storm.

After a morale-crushing conversation with Will, Spencer huddled with Morgan and Hotch. The leader had just ended a call with Garcia.

“Morgan, you head back to the conference room, that will be our base for the rest of the day. Detective Chang’s men have the scene secure now. Reid, come with me to the Security Center, we need to get to the bottom of this once and for all.”

On the elevator ride, Spencer’s mind was reciting the obvious yet obtuse poem the unsub had left for them. “Hotch, I think the unsub needs both Y/N and I for something.”

“Wants, Reid, they want you for something. If that is the case, that’s good news,” Hotch suggested. “That means that Dr. Y/L/N is still alive. But JJ is missing as well. Right now we need to work the profile, figure out the next step without losing anymore members of the team.” Hotch held Spencer’s alarmed gaze, knowingly.

Spencer was not playing this safe. “Hotch, if the unsub wants me. If it’s a trade they want, no question: I. am. going. Henry needs JJ, Hotch.”

The older man watched his resident genius, who held so much regard for each and every member of their team. “Let’s not let it get that far, Reid. Let’s bring them back.”

Prentiss and Rossi met the two brooding men in the lobby. They fell in line as they walked behind the concierge desk, following a small hall to a kiosk of rotating images on multiple monitors. The desk had three different phones atop it, one office chair and no guard. It was completely abandoned.

On the bottom two screens was consistent streaming of two underground rooms. One holding JJ, who appeared completely normal and alone. As they registered her, the team let out a collective sigh of relief. In the other monitor was Y/N, her face swollen from blunt force. “Oh no!,” Emily gasped at the visual.

Y/N appeared to be talking to someone, but they were off camera. Spencer collapsed into the swiveling chair, pulling at his hair in desperation. He held a single finger up, tracing the outline of Y/N’s battered face.

“Garcia,” Hotch was on it, “I need you tracing the live hotel security footage, now. Where is camera A16 and camera A17 feeding from?”

Part 8

@sparkle-dinosaur, @dontshootmespence @reiding-and-writing @speedreiding @reid-my-fortune @sapphire1727 @holagubler @cherry-loves-fanfic @lookingforgalifrey @miss-gleek-freak-geek  @sortaathief

[intestinesinbows]

Can you do dylan klebold dating hcs please? I want to see how you picture him as a bf!! Thank you<33

ㅤ ㅤ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀KLEBOLD, Dylan

⠀ Dylan x Reader

⠀⠀⠀⏕⏕ꔫ⏕⏕

TW ♡ nsfw headcanons after sfw ones <3

small amount of headcanons

⠀⠀⠀⠀" In the dark we laugh together

⠀⠀⠀⠀cause the misery's funny to you "

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꒰ SFW ꒱⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⑅ ִ

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀In my eyes he seems definitely like the typa boy to get nervous around his lover, I feel like he would try his hardest to not 'mess' up anything so he wouldn't look 'dumb'.

꒰ It could be the simplest things from planning ahead the things he was going to say or making sure he gets you something perfect for say a date, your birthday, or a holiday. ꒱

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀With whatever cash he has on him I feel like he'd give it to you and let you go crazy or if you wanted something he'd buy it for you. Anyways you're his halcyon you're practically his whole world . . .

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀He probably will keep his emotions away from you and will only become comfortable talking about them when you grow closer in your relationship but even then I feel like he would hide some parts of him from you. I don't believe it would be because he thought men shouldn't cry I think it would be because he thought his emotions were stupid and that no one would care.

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀I feel like he would need a lot of reassuring so he knows that you love him. Simple I loves you throughout the day from you will brighten his mood. If he did something small that in general wasn't an issue like example he lost a claw machine game for you he would mutter a small "sorry". You'd have to tell him it was okay and that you were thankful he tried for you.

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀He is definitely a cuddler and a hugger. Please hold this baby boy if he is stressed out or getting emotional. In general hugging him when he is upset will relieve some emotions in him. I feel like he'd love to rest his head on your thighs and sleep. I also feel like he'd love hugs from behind ꒰ where you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his back ꒱ .

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀HE IS A PLAY FIGHTERRRR . . . Please trust me on this ! He would love tackling you on his bed or you surprise pulling him onto you or getting on top of him. Definitely the typa boy to growl like an animal or like when he dropped the computer in one of the public tapes when you are fighting with him . . . ꒰ I FORGOT THE NAME OF THE TAPE BTW IM SORRYYY TωT ꒱ but either way he is very playful and rough. He might moan if you tug on his hair.

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀He would probably have sweaty hands if you tried holding them LOL at least when you first started dating. He'd be a little shy to hold your hands especially in public. He'd definitely wipe his hands on his jeans awkwardly before intertwining them with yours.

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀Awkward kisses at first when you start dating but soon they are soft gentle kisses and on occasions ꒰ if not a lot ꒱ sloppy kisses on your cheeks or lips !

꒰ NSFW ꒱⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⑅ ִ

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀He seems like he'd be a nibbler if not a biter. A lot of bite marks on your shoulders, arms, and maybe your chest. ꒰ Practically the irl Dracula ꒱ expect to wake up with a ton of random hickies on you in the morning.

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀He is a switch, he can be dominant when he wants to and a bottom when he wants to. Say if he had a shitty day at work or Eric or one of his friends were giving him shit he'd need to release his frustrations out on you. Though I'd see him as a soft dom. I don't think he'd go all out 'rough sex' and calling you vile names. I think he would praise you and take you at a pace that was good for both of you. If he was feeling like a bottom most likely you'd be riding him and praising him instead.

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SLIGHTLY FEM HEADCANNON ꒰ ? ꒱

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀Ass, tits, or pussy ꒰?꒱ . . . Feet but will just say for now tits. Most likely its feet but you get what I mean LOL. He definitely loves sucking on your tits. He would probably stare at them randomly when you're both alone, in public, or at school. Basically anywhere. If you're riding him you will have your tits grabbed. There is no way of escaping that fate. Even if you were a guy expect to have your nipples played with.

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𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀You might have to guide him during sex so he knows how you like it. He will definitely be a shy wreck so it's best you tell him how to touch you and how he should fuck you or let him figure it out his own way ! Anyways it would be much more funner . . .

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀He will bring condoms especially if you're afab ! Hell Mrs. Susan Klebold herself would give him condoms if he ever went to your place or if you stay over the night . . . ꒰ Yes its embarrassing for him but its better to be safe than sorry. ꒱ I could see him having a breeding kink but even then he'd just cum inside the condom. Boy or girl the condom is staying on. Unless you were on birth control or were planning to have a kid later on in life. I feel like if he tried to do the pull out trick and wasn't wearing a condom he'd fail and cum in you.

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀I could see him having a small amount of slightly dark brown pubes. It isn't a lot but still there is a specific amount if you get what I mean. He might shave them once in a while but it isn't like there is a lot to begin with.

𓉸ྀི ֪ ⠀⠀⠀You gotta ask him to have sex ! He will be too shy to ask you. He might give small hints that he is horny but nothing too big. You gotta bring that shit outta him cause he won't be saying a thing. TωT

[intestinesinbows]

can you pleas eplealspepelaslp make a transfem!dylan x fem!reader fanfic literally take all the time you need take 5 years if you have to i just need it so bad

ㅤ ㅤ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀KLEBOLD, Dylan

⠀ fem!Dylan x fem!Reader

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⏕⏕ꔫ⏕⏕

TW ♡ just a little bit of nsfw flirting

she is trans in this btw ! SFW fic <3 its short so I'm sorry about that I might try re writing it again later on.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ " And I could be a pretty girl

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀I'll wear a skirt for you "

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It's a Wednesday night and your girlfriend Dylan is sitting next to you. Simply there wasn't much to do today besides go to school and... yeah. Not much.

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She groaned boredly and fell back onto your bed making it dip. Running a hand through her hair she mumbled "Fuck, I want to do something but I don't know what.". You rolled your eyes playfully at her words and rested your head on her chest.

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"Hmm... do me?" You said with a chuckle making her sigh. "What do you even see in me? Do you actually love me?" She said in response. You raised your eyebrows slightly taken aback. Things had just gone off the rails so quick it confused you for a minute until you registered her words. what had gotten her so glum all of a sudden?

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You thought maybe she was saying a joke or teasing you but you knew the tone in her voice wasn't a laughing matter. She truly was wondering what you saw in her.

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You sat up and pushed some of your hair out of your face. "I see a lot in you." You traced her jawline gently with your index figure. Your eyes both met and you both didn't dare to look away from each other.

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"I really do love you Dylan. I mean it." But your words didn't seem like enough to her. You pulled your hand away from her face as she sat up.

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She turned to you and you could see it in her eyes that she was doubting your words. "I just don't get it though. Why do you love me? I'm not much. I feel like a loser I can't even stand up for myself correctly and I just fuck. I feel so ugly I don't look right. I'm not a real girl." She mumbled.

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You hugged her waist and tried to soothe her. She was fragile and nervous. Every word you said felt like it was being heard by deaf ears. With a soft voice you spoke. "Dylan you are beautiful. You are a real girl. You are the most gorgeous girl in this whole world. Please don't doubt me on this. I know what I'm saying is true. You are gorgeous."

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Finally she looked at you again. There were a few tears coming down her cheeks so you gently wiped them off with your thumbs. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips which made her slightly jump despite the amount of times the both of you had kissed.

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She giggled and you peppered kisses all over her face until you both stopped to look at each other again. "Do you wanna try some of my makeup?" The question made Dylan smile and nod. You gave her one last kiss on her forehead before grabbing your makeup kit.

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You sat in front of her and tilted her chin up. You put a little bit of concealer on her then next was the eyeliner, mascara, blush, etc. Gently moving her face to the side when needing too and praising her.

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By the end she looked beautiful. The sight of her made your heart pound like it was going to jump out of your chest. You showed her the results and she was actually happy.. she felt beautiful.

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She wrapped you in her arms and held you close. She didn't want you to leave her arms anytime soon. You made her so happy. If not to everyone then to you she was the most gorgeous girl in the whole world.