CRIMINAL MINDS S16 EP8 SPOILERS!!!!

CRIMINAL MINDS S16 EP8 SPOILERS!!!!

I AM SO PRESSED BECAUSE I 100% THINK THAT WILL IS LYING TO JJ AND HENRY ABOUT HIM NOT BEING SICK, ISTFG IF WILLIAM LAMONTAGNE JR DIES I WILL RIOT IN THESE MF STREETS, JJ AND HER FAMILY DESERVES HAPPINESS 😭😭😭

ON A SIDE NOTE, HENRY AND MICHAEL HAVE GOTTEN SO BIIIIIIIG WHEN HENRY'S TALL ASS POPPED UP ON THE SCREEN, I FELT OLD ASF LIKE WEREN'T YOU JUST A 4 YEAR OLD?? AND THEY REALLY MADE A GOOD CHOICE, HAVING AJ'S KIDS PLAY HENRY AND MICHAEL BECAUSE THEY BOTH LOOK JUST LIKE HER LMFAO 🤣

AND YALL- LEE BOUTTA GET HIS LIL BITCH ASS CAUGHT TF UP, I FR WAS NOT EXPECTING ROSSI TO SHOW UP AT THEIR HOUSE I WAS SHOOKETH......BUT IN THE WORDS OF MS KIM K:

TBH, THIS MIGHT BE MY FAV EPISODE OF THE SEASON, BUT I'M NOT GONNA SAY IT'S SET IN STONE BECAUSE WE STILL GOT 2 EPISODES LEFT AND I AM

S C A R E D

the amount of people that try to victimize anyone and everyone, especially celebrities, just because they were victims themselves. they try to act like they became the smartest person ever and can just point out when someone else is in a "grooming" situation, or when someone is being taken advantage of, they gain moral superiority complexes and moral superiority complexes are weird asf and i am a firm believer that there really isn't just one default 100% correct set of morals to follow, every person is different. as a victim of grooming/pedophilia myself, i have never tried to belittle someone for not being "mentally developed enough" like majority of people do, which is what a lot of people seem to do because they did one google search and the results told them that somehow the fact that people's brain's don't fully develope until 25 means that they can't make ANY kind of rational decision and that every single older man (specifically older men) that dates a younger woman is automatically some kind of creep and especially in the new radical left gen z movement, the words "grooming" and "pedophilia" get thrown around way too much and way too easily. and it's funny asf to me that until like 21, people apparently can't be in a relationship with someone older than them without being told that they're "too young to understand" that they're supposedly being groomed and are treated like children but if that same person who is treated like a child and isn't able to make any rational decisions because their brain isn't fully developed commits some kind of serious crime, they automatically become old enough to understand how serious that was and are able to be treated as and sent to prison for the rest of their lives like an adult. just, to put an already long story short...stop accusing any and every man that's in a relationship with someone younger of being a pedophile or groomer, even if you find the age gap weird, because you clearly don't understand the definition of those words and stop trying to manipulate any woman that's in a relationship with an older man into believing that she's being taken advantage of to sabotage her relationship. also, please, for the love of god please stop with the belittling "you'll understand when you're older" bullshit. as a victim, it's the most offensive shit ever. y'all just need to stay out of other people's business, even if i find a situation or an age gap weird, if the person is of legal age, i leave it tf alone because even if i find it weird i literally cannot do anything about it. it's not your life, it's not illegal, leave it alone.

y'all i finally maned up and watched brokeback mountain........i will never be okay, EVER again.

the way i almost combusted when i saw björk 😭 i always feel like i'm the only person that listens to her that isn't like 35+

hi princess!!! seeing deer!readers most listened to song as clairo made me jump up and down for joy so would u mind giving some more songs deer!reader would enjoy?? pls and thank u if u do so <333

songs i think deer!reader would like ♡

mazzy star — happy

air— playground love

thee sacred souls — will i see you again?

solange — binz

beach house — wildflower

clairo — juna

groove armada — at the river

solange — way to the show

the kinks — sunny afternoon

fleetwood mac — hypnotised

the zombies — summertime

unknown mortal orchestra — so good at being in trouble

bôa — little miss

jordana, tv girl — better in the dark

portishead — all mine

faye webster — but not kiss

sade, the neptunes — by your side (neptunes remix)

beabadoobee — take a bite

chappell roan — picture you

remi wolf — cinderella

suki waterhouse — OMG

RAYE — genesis pt.ii

rachel chinouriri— it is what it is

benee — kool

tom tom club — genius of love

cleo sol — self

japanese breakfast — be sweet

kate bush — cloudbusting

shuggie otis — strawberry letter 23

big thief — vampire empire

fiona apple — paper bag

lana del rey — fuck it i love you

erykah badu — hello

björk — come to me

also, just to add to my last post, it's ridiculous to me how many "straight" people wanna be included sooooo bad. like- the whole "super straight" bullshit they tried to pull back in 2020 or 2021 (if you're unaware, some dude on tiktok tried to make a new sexuality called "super straight" which was literally just an identity for straight men that didn't want to date trans woman, which in turn led to a big situation with terf's), why do y'all all of a sudden wanna be included so fucking bad now that us LGBTQIA+ folk actually have a community and a voice now?? y'all had years, and years, and years, and YEARS that were dedicated excluding us and lifting y'all up and now y'all want to be a part of it because you feel left out, when you're most likely not even "straight" to begin with.

another thing i take issue with: the way that the disturbing and harmful behavior of straight women likes to be swept under the rug. for example: them wanting a gay best friend so bad just so they can take advantage of their identity and complain about their boy problems (also the predatory women that like to try and "turn gay men straight" just because they find them attractive and think that every attractive man owes them heterosexuality or bisexuality). and another example: straight women that will use and manipulate lesbian or bisexual women by sleeping with them or "dating" them, just so they can have a "girl on girl action" experience to tell their future boyfriend's about because of heterosexual mens' weird ass obsession with lesbians. and the list just goes on and on, it's fucking ridiculous. homophobic men get so much attention and no one ever addresses the issue with performative female ally's that are really just homophobic and think that the LGBTQIA+ community is a way for them to be hip and cool, and for a lot of people on social media, is just a way for them to get more clout and make more money.

not him faking the messages lmfao, very on brand tho cuz hannibal lecter is one conniving motherfucker 😭😭

Replacement Therapy

Yandere!Hannibal Lecter x plus size reader

In a desperate attempt to save your marriage, you begin to attend counseling with the famed Doctor Lecter but soon enough, things begin to take a turn. Based on prompt by @queenstarlight2

Warnings: mention of cheating, VERY INAPPROPRIATE RELATIONSHIP, reader has defined married name (let me know if you recognise it), reader is ever so slightly naive and easy to manipulate, insecurity (not explicitly mentioned what they are), murder, blood, little bit of humping and making out, implied smut, nudity

WC: 2.6k

A/N: I'm so sorry if I didn't do this prompt justice!!

Minors DNI

It was embarrassing, truly. Your husband said it was a disgrace too. But here you were, attending marriage counseling alone. There was no one else in the luxurious waiting room and you were grateful for that small reprieve, you don’t think you could have handled any more humiliation today.

Doctor Hannibal Lecter came highly regarded as the best (and most expensive) therapist in the state. So, foolishly, you had signed yourself and your husband of three years up for a session to see if you could fix your marriage. After all, it had been your fault that he cheated on you with his secretary, you were the one that selfishly denied him.

“Mrs Hansen?” You looked up to see a very well dressed older man standing in the doorway. His yellow eyes were fixated on you like a predator watching their prey but it didn’t scare you. You nodded and he shifted so his lean body was side on, gesturing for you to enter his office. Gathering up your coat and purse, you walked in.

The office was really quite lovely, walls covered in books, beautiful leather chairs and an ornate desk made you feel as if you had stepped into someone’s home rather than a psychiatrist’s practice. “Can I take your coat Mrs Hansen?” Dr Lecter stepped closer, offering his large hand to you.

“Um yes, thank you.” Your hands brushed as you gave him the expensive coat Lloyd bought for you. He smiled kindly at you before he turned his back so he could hang the garment up on the rack next to his own. You noted his suit, it was similar to the suits associates of your husband’s wore: expensive, exclusive.

“Take a seat and we can begin.” The smooth leather squeaked against the bare skin of your legs as you sat, the sound filling the otherwise silent office. Your heart dropped to your stomach and you quickly tugged down the hem of your dress over the expanse of your plump thighs. 

The doctor soon found his own seat opposite you. He unbuttoned his suit jacket as he did, taking on a relaxed air, as if he were about to watch television or read a book. It put you immediately at ease. “So tell me, why do you believe you are in need of counseling?” His voice was smooth and rich like an aged whiskey. 

“Well, recently, my husband and I have been going through a rough patch and I thought-“ You started, nervously playing with the gaudy wedding ring on your finger when Doctor Lecter stopped you.

“I asked why you needed counseling, not your husband. I do not doubt that he is in need of it but I make it a habit not to diagnose in absentia. So Mrs Hansen, I ask again; why do you need help?” The silence was deafening as his words sunk in. When was the last time someone offered to help? You were lost in your own mind, the questions consuming you.

But the doctor was patient, simply letting you experience your thoughts without any interruption. Too lost in your spiraling mind, you didn’t see how his eyes trailed down the length of your plump body, taking in each and every detail like you were some rare and beautiful creature. “I-I don’t know Doctor Lecter. I feel like I can’t be fixed but maybe my marriage can.”

“And why is it so important that you fix the marriage that is obviously making you unhappy?” Your head shot up with such a force your neck clicked.

“I’m not unhappy, I love my husband.” He tsked and leaned back in his seat, crossing one long leg over the other.

“Now now Mrs Hansen, I don’t tolerate liars in this office. I respect you enough to tell you to tell the truth and I expect the same respect from you.” You felt like a scolded child under the scrutinizing gaze of a parent. 

You didn’t realise you were crying until the tears fell onto your folded hands, rolling down onto your dress. “I love my husband.” You emphasised half-heartedly. Your voice thickened as more tears welled up, making your vision swim.

“And I do not doubt that my dear. But those we love can make us unhappy. And it is in your best interest to recognise that.” A box of tissues appeared before you, you took the whole thing. “How about we start at what makes you happy, do you have any hobbies?”

——————

Your sessions with Doctor Lecter, Hannibal as he insisted you call him, were the highlight of your week. Everything was getting better! Lloyd had even stopped pestering you about it, just sending you out the door with his black card to pay for it.

Hannibal had been wonderful, he helped you rediscover old passions and find new ones to keep your mind occupied during the day since Lloyd insisted you become a housewife after you were married. You felt lighter and truly happier. 

But the only downside to this whole thing was your unfortunate crush on the older man. Who could blame you? He was sauce and sophisticated but not condescending. He was kind but not a roll over. He was handsome but not unobtainable. He knew your soul better than Lloyd, he always seemed to know what you needed, whether it be a shoulder to cry on or someone to laugh with you. He recommended wines and getaways, museums and art galleries, he had even picked out a new perfume for you that had made your husband go absolutely feral for you.

A part of you wished you had met the doctor before Lloyd. You often wondered what your life would have been like if he was the one that swept you off your feet first. 

“How have you been this week? Have you been journalling like I asked you to?” You nodded, a large smile on your face. You pulled the beautiful leather-bound journal from your bag and handed it over to the good doctor without hesitation.

“Yep! Just like you told me to! One entry in the morning as soon as I get up and one at night right before I go to bed.” Hannibal winked at you from over his glasses.

“Very good girl." He purred before opening the book and beginning to read. It had been a strange request, to write down all your thoughts and actions through the day, including, well more like emphasising anything sexual that happened, especially if you pleasured yourself. But you trusted Hannibal and knew that he would do whatever was best for you.

“I see you and Mr Hansen had intercourse this week.” Your breath caught in your throat at his tone and the sudden frown marring his perfect face. Shamefully, you looked down at your lap.

“Yes we did.”

“But you write that you didn’t enjoy it. Can you tell me why?” Because I was thinking about you the whole time and what you would feel like inside of me instead of him. But you couldn’t say that to your therapist.

So you just shrugged. “I guess I wasn’t in the mood.” But like all lies you told him, Hannibal saw right through it, although, this time, he didn’t make any comment.

“I hope you were able to take care of yourself after then, I would hate to think that he left you feeling vulnerable and unsafe.” You most certainly had. A quick trip to the bathroom after he fell asleep with your waterproof vibrator and a tub full of hot soapy water and fixed the ache between your thighs. Especially when you called out Hannibal’s name when you climaxed.

“I took a hot bath and drank a glass of that red wine you recommended last week.” He nodded approvingly, the smile returning to his lips as he placed the book on the side table next to him. His legs spread slightly and you could not help but sneak a quick glance at the sizeable bulge hidden by his navy pinstripe pants.

Your eyes snapped back up to his own as he began to speak again. “Now this is a strange question but I find it useful to ask my patients this sometimes. How many times do you think you have had sex with your husband?” 

“What?” You breathed, legitimately shocked by the question. How could he even ask that? But like he could read your mind, Hannibal explained himself.

“I only ask because to a woman such as yourself who values intimacy and physical connection, sex is a very important and healthy part of a relationship. Knowing how often you and Mr Hansen engaged in such acts, and by focusing on how often it used to occur versus now can give me a better idea as to the state of your marriage.” 

Sceptically, you withdrew slightly, thinking about the many times you had been intimate with Lloyd. It hurt to reminisce on the times before your marriage when he was your whole world and you were his. When did it change? Or was it ever like that? “We dated for three months before we got married. We used to have sex at least twice a day. And then on the honeymoon it was pretty much a 12 hour affair every day. But about a month after we got back, the sex stopped. Since then it’s maybe been 10 or 20 times.” Hannibal slumped forward, his scruffy chin coming to rest on his intertwined fingers as he did the math in his head. 

“It isn’t unusual for couples to stop being intimate but it is certainly questionable for the sex to stop so quickly after it frequently occurred. Is there any reason you believe this has happened?” And like you couldn’t stop it, you started spilling your deepest and darkest secrets to him, just like all the times before.

——————

Fridays were reserved for Hannibal, you made that very clear to your life partner and apparently, he had taken full advantage of that. You stared at his computer in complete disbelief. There were thousands of messages from hundreds of women, each detailing the dirty and almost borderline illegal acts he committed with them.

You hadn’t meant to snoop, only wanting to find your mother’s pie recipe to give to Hannibal for today’s session but the logs were right there! Like he wanted you to find them. In a haze, you printed out as many of the chats as you could and stuffed them into your purse.

“Hmm.” Hannibal hummed as he looked over the various sheets of paper. His face remained neutral but inside he was seething. You had already confided in him about your husband's past ‘indiscretions’ and your insecurity about pleasing him sexually. “I won’t ask you how you feel about these chats because that would be unhelpful so instead I’m going to ask about what you wish to do about it.”

You had his undivided attention, his amber eyes locked on you as he awaited your decision. “I want to leave him.” Hannibal’s shoulders dropped almost imperceptibly. “B-but I can’t afford the divorce. All of our money is his.” 

Slipping from his seat, he knelt before you as if in worship. Your legs squeezed together, both to sate your arousal from his close proximity and to prevent him catching sight of your soaked panties. “You needn’t worry my flower, I have more than enough money to buy your freedom.” 

“I can’t let you do that Hannibal. You’ve done so much for me already and I’ll forever be grateful but this is something I need to do on my own.” His eyes grew softer, filled with swirling emotion. Palms skated up your leg, cupping the side of your knee in a grip far too tight to be friendly.

The doctor was close enough now you could study the details of his face far more than you ever could before.  Your gaze followed the lines of his wrinkles, going from the crows feet by his eyes to the smile lines on his cheeks. Then to his lips. “I would do anything for you, my flower, you never have to ask.” Slowly, his hands moved higher and his lean body closer. His broad shoulders forced your legs apart so he could rest between them. “If I cannot give you financial support, let me offer you my home, at least until you are on your own two feet.”

You could not speak, too lost in the idea of surging forward and finally kissing him. “Ok.” You murmured, conceding to his wishes. 

“Wonderful. Then how about we wrap up this session early so we can get you home and fed.” You whined low in your throat as he slipped away but thankfully, he didn’t hear you. He helped you to your feet and then turned to fetch your coats

“Whatever you want, Doctor.” You said jokingly. He laughed but you missed the truly wicked grin spreading over his face. Oh yes, whatever he wants indeed.

——————

You were truly beautiful when you slept. It was like all of your worries and stresses washed away, leaving you almost fae-like in appearance. Hannibal had lost count of the amount of times he had snuck into your home to catch a glimpse of your resting form. He had drawn you each time, and each time, he took something of yours. A lock of your hair, a piece of jewelry, even several panties from your hamper., things you wouldn’t really notice if they went missing.

But now, you were here, in his home and in his bed. You were his.

He had hoped that you would have come to your senses months ago and realised that he would be a better lover than this worm of a man could ever be. But it seems that you needed a bit more of a push to fall into his arms. 

The messages had been easy to fake. He knew you wanted a hero to come and save you from your husband, the chats had been the perfect excuse to come to him. 

You shifted in your sleep and the dark sheets pooled around your wide hips, exposing the way his own shirt stretched across your large body. He could even see how your nipples pebbled in the chilly air of the room. “Absolutely divine.” He could not help himself.

As quietly as he could, Hannibal slipped into the bed beside you, not caring that he was staining the bedding with the still wet blood that covered his naked skin. Your legs fell open easily, allowing him to crawl up your body, taking his rightful place above you.

Red began to seep through your white shirt, blooming like a flower. “My beautiful, perfect flower.” He nosed along your pulse point, inhaling your alluring scent like he needed it to live. You were so soft and warm, he had no doubt you would be absolutely delectable but he was far far too selfish to let you go.

His hips nudged into your own, unable to keep himself from seeking out the warmth of your core. “H-Hannibal?” Your eyes were barely open but they were dark with lust, almost as if you had been expecting him like this.

“I am sorry to have woken you my flower but you were far too alluring for me to just walk away.” He returned to your neck, now licking at your slightly salty skin. 

“Oh fuck.” You moaned, your hips canting upwards, bumping into his cock. You wrapped your arms around his muscular back, encouraging him to continue his ministrations. “Is this a dream?”

Hannibal planted his forearm by your head so he could guide your shapely leg over his waist. “If it is, I hope we never wake because I have lots I must do with you.” Your fingers tangled in his silvery hair, overcome with electricity in your veins.

“You have slept with your idiotic husband almost 400 times and I must scrub away his touch from your heavenly body.” 

“Should we get started then?” You asked coyly and Hannibal couldn’t help but oblige you.

Prompt: Imagine yandere Hannibal asking how often you and your husband have had sex during a therapy session, saying it might be making you unhappy. When the reason he asked was that he wanted to know how many times he was going to have to fuck you to make you forget about your husband

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