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[kaygarde]

I wish the 'Two And A Half Men' show had more of a fandom

[sosorrydad]

Not me laughing with a Two and a Half Men scene. But hey, Jon Cryer does a great gay impression

[kitigai]

hugs

[shirtlessmoviestv]

Enrique Iglesias : Two and a Half Men (S04E23)

[babaengmadaldal]

Charlie Harper; Charlie Sheen // Two and a Half Men Season 1 Episode 8

[insufferablelust]

THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE.

hello everyone! this is my first ever ever spencer reid x reader fanfiction, its a multichapter fanfic so hopefully you guys will stick around for more chapters. also a disclaimer, that english is not my first language so the grammars are all over the place and i’m terribly sorry for it but i promise i’ll keep learning. and i alternate between using you, her, and (y/n) so hopefully you guys won’t mind that but i am open to suggestion so please do message me! thank you enjoy!

WARNINGS : Dark themed, upcoming Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, No smut yet (soon), Detailed Mentions of murder and corpse?, upcoming dark kinks (but not all the time, so expect some vanilla stuff too), SSA!Reader, !more upcoming warnings soon!

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Coming back from a case has never felt so good to (y/n), although she’s only been apart of the team for couple of months, the cases are all tiresome and most definitely gruesome. Yet, her thoughts keeps on circling back to the conversation she had with one of her coworkers that certainly ignite something inside her tummy, the thought alone has her biting her lips raw and tender all the way home from the BAU.

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“lastly (Y/n), you and Reid visit the M.E, find out the the true cause of death, and investigate the mark left by the unsub. JJ and i will talk to the family.” Hotch explained as he flip through the case files, earning a nod from (Y/n), the newest addition to the team. She turned her head to give Spencer a shy smile, which he immediately smile and nod that caused blissful warmth across her cheeks as she sees him staring at her, (y/n) looked away and shake her head before going back to studying (pretending) the case file.

Four women were found dead in their houses, with definite signs of sexual assault, and undetermined cause of death. They were found naked with only a small satin silk sheet covering their thighs, which bears a deep mark, signature of the unsub. Their body posed with them lying on their side supported by the headboard, and their heads on top of their arms, whilst the other hand laid on top of their thighs delicately, and their legs crooked slightly.

That’s the only information that the team knows as you walk to the M.E office with Reid. You followed his steps as he led the way, lightly chatted with the examiner. “So have you found the official cause of death yet?” He asked as his eyes delicately scan over the mark that the unsub left on the victim’s right thigh, tilting his head trying to figure out the meaning behind it. “the official cod is asphyxiation, and the marks were done antemortem.. but we found something odd in their system, chemicals commonly used to make oil paints.”

“Picasso,”

“what?” Reid turned his head to you, as your fingers ghosted over the mark and dried blood on the skin “Picasso, that’s what he carved here, picasso’s signature— or trying to be one. look, he used a fairly sharp knife that’s why the cut is deep but this.. it looks messy- almost like he has no self control or he’s just not good at carving and possibly.... even painting” (Y/n)’s eyes found itself lost, trying to find a deeper meaning to the marks— her body jolted as he heard Spencer’s reply,

“So you’re saying that, he’s trying to be like picasso?” he says, tugging his bottom lip, glancing at his partner. “Yeah, he’s probably a failed artist.. trying to gain recognitions and has been rejected so many times, look at the way they were posed.. he was going to paint them before he killed them” Her eyes lit up as she stared at his, biting the inside of her cheeks. “That makes sense actually, according to Garcia, all of these women were working or have worked as models for art student, or just artists in general. i’ll tell hotch,” he smiles, as he took off his glove and dug his pants to grab his phone and call hotch.

(Y/n) found herself completely mesmerized by the deep purple marks the unsub left as well as some ligature marks that were probably caused by the use of restraints, her skin littered with goosebumps and she visibly shivers. Her thoughts keeps on wondering until she hears Spencer cleared his throat which makes her blush furiously and timidly walking out of the building to the car. As she’s about to open the car door, she felt a tug on her wrist.

“hey, are you okay?” Spencer asked, as he kept a strong grip on her wrist, head tilting like a cute yet intimidating puppy trying to figure her out “yeah, um i’m totally fine spence, do i not look like i’m fine?” (Y/n) tried to dodge the question as she let her eyes flutter shut briefly at the feeling of his body heat, so close against her.

He’s your coworker, five years your senior, and you just saw a poor woman’s dead body. Woke up sick psycho.

“Look at me.” His voice sent venom like electricity to her veins as she quickly and shamelessly obeyed, lips parted, breathing shallow “Are you scared or aroused?” He simply asked, his grip tightening around your wrist, one eyebrow lifted as if he’s demanding you to answer then and there. “p-pardon, what are you talking about?” you shuddered, letting out a high pitched voice that makes you want to punch yourself.

Your thoughts are spiraling as you open your eyes back, staring at the grip— specifically his hand and fingers before gulping “you’re flushed (y/n), your eyes are glassy, your voice is twenty different pitch almost like a shivering little kitten, when i touched you— your heartbeat accelerate, you bit your lips way too often that i can almost feel how tender they are and i can see your body shivered then, even right now. according to what i’ve read about body language, women who displays the body language that you’re displaying right now is either scared or aroused. So, let me ask you again.. are you scared or aroused?”

Your knees buckled as you try to make sense of what he’s saying, your eyes are burning holes to the ground as he move his grip so from your wrist to your chin and forcing you to look up to his magnificent eyes, piercing with strangely content and warmth but there’s this subtlety of lust that could be seen from his dilated pupils. as you were parting your lips to answer, his phone rang and he curses lowly under his breath before turning around to pick up the call,

“yes, hotch?”

You definitely have to thank Aaron for this. You thought.

TBC!

[insufferablelust]

The Artist And His Muse (vii)

Warnings : Dom!Spencer x Sub!Reader, BDSM Talk, Slight smut (thigh riding, denied orgasm), another build up heheh, lots of pet names, cute stuff too! its pretty tame just wait until you see the next chapter :)

I would also like to say that, some aspects of this story is not consistent with the actual series, i make some changes to fit the plot lines better. Full credit to the creators and directors of the series though.

MASTERLIST.

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To worship—as if he’s the prophet of our own religion, he’s the epitome of her own beating heart, affections are richer than gold, and pleasure is the Valhalla.

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“3 years, Princess.”

You’re fucked, Once again.

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Y/N’s plushy lips trembled displaying her bursting confusion. Her eyes trained to Spencer, the gaze was intense between the two— so intense that they could feel their very skin burned with desire—want, need.

She tried to recall, each night tracing back to the times she went to that godforsaken club just to let loose, just to feel someone taking control of her, just to let go. She tried so hard to see if he was in one of her flashing memories, refusing to believe that he knew so much about her, so deep within her that it almost feels like she could feel his very presence in her bloodstream just taunting her in the most pleasant way.

“Have you ever—“ Her voice cracked as she opened her mouth, dismissing every embarrassment and lust that crept up her spine, hugging her skin like a thick blanket.

“Ever tried to say hello to you? No. Ever tried to punch the guy you submitted to at the time? No. Ever tried to give you a collar and claim you then and there? No. But do i want to? More than anything, Y/N.” The dominance within his voice sent extreme chills to her core, she thought back to all the times she was with someone there,

Fantasia is the name of the club, an all members only exclusive BDSM club that Y/N was sure no one would know who she is or that she worked with FBI. The rules of the club are unique, All the Submissives were obligated to wear dresses and their member collar, the Dominants were to wear suits and hold their member pendant. If the Dominant and Submissive agreed on spending the night together or perhaps more— the pendant will be placed right in the center of the subs collar, so that everyone else knows that the sub is taken. Usually it only lasted for a night— for Y/N a week was her longest.

“W-Why didn’t you?” Her eyes searched for any kind of emotion behind his, but all she could find was the lust and desire— though she believed that hers would tell the same tale. Her breath hitched as he stand up from your seat and cup your jaw in his palm, the grip was strong and sure to which he then leaned down to whisper, “Because i knew if i said hello, i wouldn’t be able to stop myself from keeping you all to myself forever. You drove me crazy, didn’t you know that pet?”

You gulped, eyes staring into him and confidently muttered, “You drove me crazy too. Wasn’t good was it? to see me get manhandled by another?” You raised an eyebrow, and hold onto his wrist tightly, you want to see him, see all the dominance that he has to offer— you craved it.

Sure enough, his hand went from a grip to a choke as he tightly wrapped them around your neck and making sure his fingertips pressed right against your beaming pulse. “Careful, Y/N. No girl of mine would behave this way.” He tuts, head shaking in disappointment which made you tremble a little and muttered “Sorry sir.” Underneath your breath “I want to be yours...” You trailed, biting your lips as you do so.

“And i want you to be mine, Princess. But we have to discuss lots of things. This is dangerous line we’re crossing, in every aspect possible.” It was like as if his eyes demanded you to obey and say yes to everything he said.

“Yes sir.”

“We have to be extra careful, and really pay attention to every single detail you hear me?” He gripped your chin, as you nodded, “We can’t tell anyone can we?” You bit your lip hard as your gaze moved down and sighed heavily, it’s not that you’re worried, it’s just that you want to be able to love him whenever wherever, be his at all times.

“No, not now at least. We’ll find a way to let Hotch know but with everything that’s going on, we have to take it slow.” He frowned as he sees the way your face fell, his thumb pried your lips open and push it in, “Listen to me, I love you, and i want us to be together— we’re together but we have to make some compromises in order for this to work, bunny.” You nodded your head as your eyes fluttered shut and mumble a small “i know, i love you too Spencer.”

Spencer smiled, his lips pressing a deep kiss on her forehead before drawing back, “Alright lets clean these up then we can go ahead and discuss limits okay?” He tugged his thumb out of your lips, muttering a small “pretty..” as he watched your lips tried to chase it. “Yeah, okay.” You leaned in and kiss his lips before you both went on to wash the dishes.

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“This is how it’s going to work Y/N, i believe you’re experienced enough to know these things right?” He spoke, voice heavy on the air as you two sat on the couch with you on one side and him on the other. His thighs parted, as he watched you intently, making sure to follow your every gesture and move, to see which ticked you.

“Yeah, um i mean i’m familiar with the basics.. although i’m still not sure where we’re standing here— l-like what’s our relationship?” He smiles gently at your soft tone, knowing how nervous you are, so he leaned in closer and pat his thighs. “lay your head on my lap, Y/N.”

“Is that an order, sir?” You nervously giggled, trying to lighten up the mood. Spencer’s eyebrow twitched as he sighed heavily and quickly reach back to tug on your hair pulling your head backwards, pressing a small kiss below your ear before whispering with a chuckle, “I’m glad you’re having fun now, but after we have our rules— you’d wish you never ran your pretty mouth again.” His mocking tone caused you to breathe heavily and let a whine slip through your lips.

“I-“ The only gesture he made was patting on his lap on more time before you complied and rest your cheeks against the harsh material of his pants before looking up to see him with an amused smile, whispering a soft “Good girl.” That mase you squirmed on his lap.

“We don’t have to put labels on it Y/N..” He trailed as he smiled down at you with his fingers on your hair, “I’m yours, and you’re mine.” He whispered it this time, fluttering his eyes shut for a moment as you did the same, feeling the overwhelming warmth seeped through your skin.

“I know, i love you..” You reached his hand, then placing a lingering kiss on his palm which he replied with a smile and whisper of ‘i love you too.’ before intertwining your fingers together.

“Now as for this, you’ll tell me your hard limits, and then we’ll move on to soft ones. But first we need to establish a safe word, angel.” He muses, wetting his lips as you rake through your brain, “trooper” You chuckled and he laughed.

“You’re such a star wars nerd aren’t you?” He shook his head as you pouted up at him cutely and shrugged “as if you aren’t with your dr who and star trek stuff” you huffed which he chuckled at,

“alright alright, now go on tell me your limits princess.”

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As soon as you’re finished writing your list, you handed them over to Spencer with blushing cheeks and warmth spreading over your belly—the way he read it intently, skimming over each word is enough to give you orgasmic type of feeling.

“You sure you want to put, wax play to your hard limits?” He asked softly, letting her know that he has no intention of shaming or judging her causing you to blush slightly, and nuzzle your nose on his thighs.

“I just—“ You were about to reply before you feel a strong grip on your hair, pulling them back with enough force that it made your core even more drippy and your scalp ached.

“If you are to be mine, you’ll answer each question as you look at me. Is that clear?” The hand that wasn’t on your hair, held the paper tightly, “Yes, sir. I’m sorry sir.” Your answers were timid as you pulled away and cleared your throat,

“I tried it before.. and i’m into it but i just don’t like how it feels after, i love the marks but it doesn’t feel as good on my skin. I guess it’s not a super hard limit more leaning towards the soft, and i’m okay to try it some times but maybe give me a warning first?” Your eyes blinked rapidly, as you feel the bile on your throat pushing up in a response of nervousness.

Spencer chuckled as he leaned in to cup your cheeks, “You’re so cute, it’s hard for me not to take you right here. But yes, i’m okay with that plus i could mark you up just fine.” There was a teasing glint on his eyes before he went back to read the list, normally it would’ve taken him seconds but he wanted to savor and make mental notes inside his head.

“We pretty much have the same limits, bunny. You also put vanilla as a part of your list of preferences so we’ll do some of that too okay?” His gentle tone made you blush even harder as you nodded slightly and respond with a small “Yes sir, thank you.”

“Is there any name you don’t wanna be called with? Name calling is a big part of degradation, although not always— in fact i could make you turn into a pathetic whimpering mess without even saying a word.” He muses, enjoying the way you squirmed harder on the couch as you shook your head quickly,

“I’m okay with... any names you deemed fit.” You murmured, earning a soft hum from him before you continued, “S-Sir..”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Could you maybe um— try it?”

“Making a mess out of you without saying anything..?”

“Yes sir..”

As if you’ve said the magic word, his thighs buckled upwards, grinding against your heat as his thumb brush over your clothed nipples and his breath hit your neck, kissing over the marked skin gently, making you let out choked out moans and mewls when he wrapped his hand around your neck.

“Oh look at you, practically humping my thigh like a desperate mindless little girl that you are. Maybe you’ll learn not to run your mouth next time, isn’t that right baby?” He tightened the grip on your neck as he laughed condescendingly, “I asked you a question.” He released his hand from your neck letting them toying against both of your nipples now,

“Y-Yes! yes please sir..” You were a whimpering mess as you keep on grinding your core against his clothed thigh feeling yourself getting close to your climax

“Ah.. pretty baby wants to come doesn’t she?” Just as you were about to ask, you heard his phone ring causing you both to groan,

“Looks like i got a case baby, we’ll finish this later hm?”

“But- But!”

“Shh, be good and go to your scheduled appointment today. I’ll see you when i get back. I love you, and i’ll text you as many times as i can.”

And with a final kiss on the lips, and forehead he was gone, leaving you wet and needy on your couch. Fine, if he wanted to play that way,

he’ll definitely hate the bratty version of you.

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[insufferablelust]

THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE. (II)

Hi everyone! Hope you’re all safe and warm. So this is the second chapter to this story, it’s only a filler chapter but expect some upcoming juicy stuff!

Disclaimer : English is not my first languange, so i deeply apologize if the grammatical is such a mess, i’m working on it! thank you for understanding.

WARNINGS : Dark themed, upcoming Dom!Spencer, Sub!Reader, No smut yet (soon), Detailed Mentions of murder and corpse?, upcoming dark kinks (but not all the time, so expect some vanilla stuff too), SSA!Reader, !more upcoming warnings soon!

READ FIRST CHAPTER HERE!

THE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE. hello everyone! this is my first ever ever spencer reid x reader fanfiction, its a multichapter fanfic so hopefully

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CHAPTER 2

{The invisible leash i have on you is the imprint of me- the only one who can fulfill your every needs.}

It’s been a few days since the incident that left you breathless and flustered like no other. Things has been quiet, you thought— almost too quiet. It’s frustrating really, Spencer acted as if the words never spilled out of his sinful looking cherry lips. He has managed to kept his calm until now, sitting on his desk sipping his over-sugared coffee and reading a book, Bradbury’s if you guessed from the the cover, yet here you are obviously still distracted from the whole ordeal that you didn’t even hear Penelope calling your name as her hand waved,

“(Y/n)! Hello? Is anyone there?” She pinched your cheeks that snapped you out of your thoughts, you muttered a loud “garcia!” that has her grinning before scolding you “I hate to break you out of your seemingly wonderful daydream, but i need those paperworks you were supposed to finished on... an hour ago” She glanced towards the stack of files on your desk that you obviously haven’t filled. “Alright here’s whats going to happen, Hotch is having a bad night- from my observation so i’m going to get someone to help you fill all these out,” Penelope said with a huff, you’re about to thank her before your eyes widen realizing that the only person who’s clearly done with his paperwork is...

Spencer—,

“Reid!”

Garcia clapped her hands his way, meanwhile you snapped your eyes shut, nervously biting your lip- he’s right on your peripheral vision. You busied yourself with moving your fingers as fast as you can, filling in your paperworks as garcia ask the one person you’ve been trying to stay away from for a week.

“Would you mind helping (Y/n) with her paperworks? she’s backed up because she was probably daydreaming about a prince charm-“

“Penelope Garcia!” you whined at the cheery technical analyst as she laughed and once again pinched your cheeks “Alright, alright she’s going to strangle my cute neck so i’ll leave you both to it, try not to kill each other!” with a hysterical laughter, garcie sprinted back to her lair, whilst you squirm on your seat- awkwardness surrounds you and Spencer as he grabbed some of the files stacked up on your desk and pulled the nearby chair so he can help you to fill out the paperworks.

The only thing in the air was his calm breathing and the sound of loud background noise. And you can’t help but noticed the way his fingers gripped the files or the way he does that thing with his tongue whenever he’s focused on doing something. You gulped, as you tried to focus on your papers— you didn’t even realized you’re displaying nervous ticks before Spencer called you out on why your heels keep clicking against the desk and the way your fingers moving in a rush yet your handwriting seemed off, he said.

Damn him for being such a good profiler.

He placed his pen down, eyes staring sharply at you, wetting his lips before opening his cherry lips. “Do i make you nervous?” His voice rang through your ears like sweet venomous adrenaline thats coursing through your veins, his eyebrows twitched, head tilted to his side. There’s a slight irritation displayed on his face but that’s not all, you’ve been a profiler long enough to know that his eyes glimmered with anticipation, that the tone in his voice is almost condescending in some ways like he’s taunting you, that the tilt of his head suggests adoration, and that twitch on his lips suggests sign of boiling excitement.

As you were about to open your mouth to reply with the snarkiest remark your brain could mustered, Rossi announced that he’s inviting the team for an authentic Italian dinner (once again) at his house in an hour and that everyone must come. Spencer still held his gaze at you, suggesting that he awaits for your answer.

“I- um, thank you for helping Dr. Reid, i can finish the rest. only two more won’t do me any problem, you should go and head over to Rossi’s,” your cheeks flushed as the words spilled out of your mouth way too quickly. God where’s the inner FBI-Agent (Y/n) when she herself needs it.

“You’re not going?” Just then, his lips twitched down, suggesting that a tiny frown is forming. You let out a chuckle and shake your head “Oh no, um i already had dinner plans..” his eyes widen at the realization before he stood up, your felt your heart dropped out of your stomach- quickly realizing your mistake “wait! what i meant is a dinner with my friend, she’s a friend from college, and she’s visiting town to uh this book convention tomorrow, she asked me for a dinner last week so i obviously agreed, not that it matters to you but i just god i’m sorry! i didn’t mean to ramble—“

“Hey, slow down Y/n. I understand,” Spencer cuts your rambling off with an amused laugh, that made your heart swell, the embarrassment seemed to erase itself “yeah okay, but um have fun i guess?” as you heard him saying thank you and see you, you darted your gaze back down to the papers, before you can take a deep breath, you heard his voice one more time that has you squirming the whole night,

“Oh, and Y/n?”

“Yes, Spence?”

“You can text me your answer, and this isn’t a request.”

You’re utterly fucked, you thought.

TBC!

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