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violentdelightsandviolentends · 8 months

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Vice.

Synopsis - Everyone on the team has their vices. It just so happens that yours is sat across the table looking at you.

Pairing - Luke Alvez x Female Reader

Warnings - smut. cursing. luke has a gorgeous filthy mouth.

Age Rating - 18+

Word Count - 1.6k

Author's Note - my baby my baby my BAAAAAABY!! I have been in love with this man for years and years and I can't believe I haven't written more for him. if you ever have a luke request, please send it to me. love him with my whole heart <3

as always, reblogs, comments and feedback (even anonymous feedback!!) are immensely appreciated!! your reblogs are the only way to circulate my fics, which keeps me going <3

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Vice - a weakness of character or behaviour; a bad habit. "Cigars happen to be my father's vice."

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"Italian food."

The entire team laughs, faces illuminated by the warm yellow lights in Rossi's backyard.

"Yeah, no shit," Tara retorts, looking pointedly at Dave. "Doesn't take a behavioural analyst to figure that one out."

"Look, you asked the question, I answered."

He reclines back in his chair and takes a sip of his wine, looking around the table.

"Okay Tara, you go. What's your vice?"

She chuckles to herself before confessing.

"Super steamy period romances."

Everyone bursts into more laughter.

"Wait, what?"

"What kind?"

She's clutching at her sides as she answers.

"All kinds! Movies, books, TV shows. If it has corsets and sex, I'm in."

Your cheeks are aching from smiling so hard. You're not sure who first raised the initial question, but it's really allowed you to get to know each other a little bit deeper.

"Okay, enough about me. Simmons, what's your vice?"

"I have six kids. I don't have time for a vice."

He sounds serious, but he's grinning as he says it.

"I think the six kids are a result of an old vice."

The words leave your mouth before you can stop them, several glasses of wine almost obliterating your verbal filter. Your team howl with laughter.

"No comment," Matt wheezes, wiping tears from his eyes. "Golfing is a safer option now. No risk of unplanned surprises."

"I had to change mine after kids, too," JJ chimes in. "I used to smoke cigarettes after bad cases, but I can't anymore. What kinda mom would I be if I lectured the boys about the dangers of nicotine, and then got caught chain smoking in the backyard?"

"A cool one," you shrug, yelping when she jokingly punches you in the arm.

"What about you, hotshot?" she asks, the whole team turning their attention to you. "What's your vice?"

You desperately avoid any eye contact, trying to play it cool. You just know Luke has that glint in his eye as he looks at you pointedly.

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"Oh, fuck," you groan, fingers threading into the dark curls of his hair.

"Shhh, honey," he murmurs, lifting his head from between your legs to look up at you. "You and I both know how much trouble we'll be in if we get caught."

He dives back in, tongue gliding and flicking all the spots that make you keen. You slap one hand over your mouth, the other grappling to hold onto the leather beneath you.

"Bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" he taunts, condescension dripping from his tone. "The thrill turns you on, doesn't it, baby? The risk of getting caught only makes you hotter."

You whine against your palm, bucking your hips to urge him to keep going.

"What do you want, princesa? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you."

He loves this. Loves hearing you beg. Loves having you relinquish complete control and let him take care of you. Loves that he can turn you, the most independent, headstrong woman he knows, into a whining, needy mess.

"Fingers," you croak out. "Make me come, Luke, please."

He grins up at you like the cat who got the cream, self satisfied smirk never leaving his lips.

"Okay, baby," he soothes. "Since you asked so pretty."

He slides two fingers into you with embarrassing ease, crooking them in the way he knows you like.

"Oh, sweet girl, what would the team think? Huh? What do you think they'd say if they saw you like this, letting me finger fuck you in the backseat of my car in the parking garage?"

He's muttering lowly, under his breath, but you hear him clear as day. He loves to patronise you, tease you, get under your skin. In everyday life, he treats you with the utmost respect. In bed, not so much. You love it.

"Couldn't even wait until we got home. Poor baby, just had to take the edge off."

His eyes meet yours, like a magnetic force. His gaze is so dark, it has you squirming in place.

"It was the shirt," you choke out. "Fucking shirt."

"Hmm?" he hums against you, the vibrations pulling you closer to the edge.

"Your shirt," you moan as his thumb finds your clit. "Makes your arms look so, fuck, so big."

Oh, you shouldn't have said that. You can practically see his ego inflating.

"I'll let you wear it tomorrow morning, if you want. If you can still walk by then, that is."

You're right on the precipice, orgasm almost within reach. If he keeps talking to you like this, you'll be at the finish line in no time.

"Oh, I've got a better idea. Why don't I fuck you in it?"

The idea makes your head spin, sending you straight into your climax. Sharp white heat licks up your spine, curling your toes and arching your back. Your grip tightens in his hair and he groans, low and honeyed.

"That's it, baby," he's murmuring. "Ride it out. Good girl."

You finally relax, melting into the leather seats. Luke crawls from his position to lean over you, resting his body onto yours. He kisses you gently at first, then dirtier as you come back to yourself.

"My place or yours?" he whispers against your lips.

"Yours is closer."

"Mine it is."

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"Hello? Earth to Hotshot?"

JJ nudges you playfully, grinning at you from ear to ear.

"What you thinking about?"

"Nothing," you stutter, clearing your throat. "Nothing at all."

You make the mistake of lifting your gaze from your lap. There, staring at you from across the table, is Luke Alvez. You almost wish you could slap that smug smirk off of his face.

"Come on, girl!" Tara hollers.

"Everyone has a vice," Spencer begins. "You have to. Especially in our line of work. We have to have some kind of outlet. Some sort of release."

Release. You almost choke on your wine, patting yourself on the chest.

"Yeah, no. I, uh, I like British reality TV. I guess that's mine."

The team laugh, everyone teasing you relentlessly. You risk a glance at Luke, and regret it immediately. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and chuckles, knowing look in his eye. You're petrified for a moment that he can read your mind.

"Okay then Spence. Your turn," you prompt, desperate to take the attention off yourself.

Spencer starts rambling about quantum physics, and you breathe a sigh of relief.

Relief.

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"Yeah, this is what you needed, isn't it baby?"

You try to respond, but Luke's huge hands wrapped around your throat are making it a little difficult.

"My poor sweet girl, just needed some relief huh? You sick of being in charge all the time? You want me to take care of you?"

His tone is low and melted, the timbre of it settling into your bones. All you can do is whine and nod your head in response.

His hips repeatedly snap into yours, his body melded to you. He's completely smothering you with his weight, but you don't mind. You like the closeness.

You lean up to kiss him, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. He's swallowing your moans, leaning his head forward to rest against yours.

"Fuck, you sound so pretty," he groans. "You gonna come for me, mama? Give me what I want?"

"Yes," you breathe. "Yes. Please, baby. Please."

"Who am I to deny you when you beg so fucking sweet?"

The hand that's not around your throat snakes between your sweat slicked bodies to rub circles on your clit, throwing you over the edge.

Your back arches, hips writhing on Luke's soft cotton sheets. You're squeezing him so tight he's seeing stars.

"Oh fuck baby, oh fuck."

Luke goes boneless, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. He releases his grip on your throat and wraps both arms around you, pressing you together impossibly closer.

"We get better at this every time," he chuckles.

You smack him jokingly, before bursting into laughter. Soon, the two of you are crying happy tears, revelling in the afterglow.

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"I'm gonna get a refill. Anyone need anything from the kitchen?"

You stand from your seat and make your way inside, taking note of the replies.

"I'll help you," Luke says, rising to join you. Neither of you see the way everyone at the table looks at each other knowingly.

You're barely through the door when you feel him against you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. He presses a kiss onto your shoulder, murmuring in your ear.

"I'm your vice, aren't I?"

You shake your head, breathing out a laugh.

"In your dreams, Alvez."

He nips at your neck before continuing.

"Admit it. I'm your dirty little bad habit that you just can't kick."

You turn in his arms to face him, running your fingers through his hair.

"Talk the talk all you want, Luke. You and I both know this works both ways."

Your quirk your brow at him, and he leans in and kisses you chastely.

"Old habits die hard, huh?" he grins.

"Wouldn't have it any other way," you smirk back.

Outside, the team decide they'll continue to let you both lie to them for a little while longer. It's more fun for everyone that way.

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thelukesalvez · 8 months

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Broken Glass

Description: Luke has a bad day at work and accidentally takes it out on you.

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Yelling, angst

A/N: another repost :)

The front door slammed suddenly, practically causing you to jump out of your skin. The pictures hanging on the wall rattled because of the sudden impact.

You were in the kitchen, in the midst of drying off a dish you’d just washed when Luke came bursting through the door. You waited cautiously, immediately recognizing that something about his demeanor was off. If you’d learned anything in the two years you’d been together, it was that Luke rarely got angry. And when he was, it usually translated into him just being quiet for an evening.

This felt different. He threw his jacket on the floor and tossed his keys on the table, letting them slide across the wood, obviously not caring where they landed. He made no effort to greet you, or even acknowledge your presence.

A lump formed in your throat, making it harder and harder to breathe. You hated confrontation– ever since growing up in a home where yelling and screaming was the norm. Any sort of tension instantly brought you back to the long nights of hiding in your bedroom with a pillow over your head to block out the noise. And tonight, tension was radiating off from Luke, suffocating you. You had to say something.

“How was your day?” you asked nervously.

Luke walked right past you to the cupboard, grabbing a cup. He proceeded to the fridge, totally ignoring your question.

You bit down your lower lip, your anxiety just growing more and more intense.

“Is everything okay?” You asked. Luke continued to pour his drink, showing no sign that he even heard you.

“Did something happen?”

He set his cup back down, leaving it on the counter before walking towards the stairs.

“Luke?” You said again, worry evident in your tone.

“What?” he snapped, spinning in his tracks and staring at you.

“I just– um, is everything okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said in a voice that suggested anything but. He turned and started up the stairs again.

And of course you just couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh my God. Can you just leave me alone for one goddamn second?”

“I just wanted to make sure–”

“Enough!” he yelled harshly, slamming his fist into the wall.

Your eyes widened as the impact, combined with Luke’s suddenly loud voice made you jump, the glass dish in your hand falling to the floor, shattering around your feet. You snapped out of your trance, looking down at the mess you made and anxiety flooding through you. Shit, shit, shit. Not only could you not shut your goddamn mouth, but now you broke a dish, and were crying and shaking like an idiot.

Your whole body shook and you could feel the tears fighting their way to your eyes. You waited for the yelling– the berating.

Can you do anything right? Your father used to ask.

You idiot! Dumb! Useless, useless, useless.

You choked back a sob, nervously kneeling down, tucking your hair behind your ear and trying to pick up the broken glass. Maybe if you could clean it up fast enough, it would minimize the impact of the situation.

“I’m sorry–“ you whispered, it was so quiet though, you doubt Luke heard. “I’m sorry,” you repeated. You were so anxious you didn't even grab a dustpan, you just started collecting pieces in your hand as quickly as you could. Your vision quickly became blurry, your cheeks wet.

“Shit,” you heard, but you can’t stop. You were frantic, grabbing whatever you could off the floor before Luke would get more upset about it. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Useless, useless, useless.

By now you were a wreck. The tears had taken over and were flowing steadily down your face. You couldn’t really see what you were collecting off the floor, all you knew was that you had to keep cleaning it up.

“Y/N, stop–“ you heard.

It was distant.

“Hey–“

It was just background noise.

“Hey, hey, hey,” you saw a figure kneel beside you and before you could push him away, Luke’s hands were gripping your own, forcing them open. “Give me the glass,” he said, his voice noticeably calmer. You dropped the pieces, vaguely hearing them clatter to the floor. As soon as the shards were out of your hand, he was pulling you into his chest.

“I’m sorry,“ he breathed, wrapping his arms tightly around you. Luke’s head rested on top of yours. “I’m so sorry.”

“I have to clean it up–“ you whimpered.

“Shh,” he soothed, leaning back so that he was resting against the cabinets. He tugged you with him, your body falling against his chest. He rocked you on the floor like that, his arms wrapped around you securely. Your breathing was choppy and you were still shaking so violently. Luke gripped your arm with his hand, holding you steady and trying to calm you down. He muttered soothing words into your ear, planted gentle kisses to your temple, and repeated soft I’m sorry’s over and over again, until you could breathe again.

Only then did you feel Luke shift. “Let’s get away from the glass.”

He supported the majority of your weight, all but lifting you off the floor and guiding you to the dining room. He stood in front of you. Your eyes felt so heavy.

Luke grabbed your hands, holding them out in front of you and scanning them. “Did you cut yourself?” he asked, running his own hands over your skin.

You shook your head.

He pulled you into his chest again, crashing his body against your and pressing his hands into your back.

“I’m so sorry,” he repeated. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell–“

You nodded into his shirt, pinching the fabric between your fingers and breathing in the smell of his skin. “It’s okay,” you whispered, just wanting to forget this ever happened.

You felt Luke shake his head above you. “No-I’m-“ he almost apologized again, but he paused. “That wasn’t okay. Nothing about that was okay. I shouldn’t have yelled, and I definitely shouldn’t have hit the wall. I had a… a really shitty day,” he sighed. “But that’s not an excuse, and it’s not your fault.”

You pulled back, looking him in the eye. You knew Luke saw things at his job that haunted him. You saw it in the nights he woke up panting and gasping for breath because he had another nightmare. You saw it when he’d zone out randomly, like flashes of something horrible were running through his brain. You hated the fact that there was nothing you could do to help with any of it.

“You can talk to me, you know? I know I’m not a profiler, and I know I won’t always understand what you’re going through, but I’ll always listen.”

Luke nodded carefully.

“That’ll probably save us quite a few glasses in the future,” you added teasingly.

He nodded, smiling slightly and kissing the top of your head, “I don’t think I’m ready to talk about this one yet. But, I’ll remember that next time,” he said.

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strawbeerossi · 8 months

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One Margarita

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Luke Alvez

Description: When a popular tiktok song makes its rounds around the BAU, the poor men of the BAU have to listen to the women belt it out constantly.

Content/Warnings: Pure fluff honestly, the whole team is silly, the girls have fun, suggestive dialogue, dramatics of Spencer Reid

Word Count: 0.8K

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Another post I’ve had locked away for a while! Sorry for not posting this last night as promised, I had entirely too much to drink last night lmao.

Tagging my two besties @daddy-dotcom and @rainaaaskyy

There were some songs that were just meant to be catchy, no matter how annoying they could be. The rise of catchy songs came with the likes of TikTok, especially when it is filled with people who get famous for dancing to the most random songs or it inspired artists get their work into the world.

Some songs were made for humor related purposes, which birthed some of the most catchy pieces of music that would have anyone driving the surrounding people insane. Case in point, Penelope came into work excited to show the girls of the office one song she found on the app.

At first, they made fun of it and they all had their laughs, then the five of them put together a dance for themselves. That made the rest of the BAU endure the group acting like a group of teenagers who just had their favorite band release a new song that they needed to listen to until they got sick of it.

Spencer felt like he was going insane, Matt couldn’t help but laugh every time they broke out into their own song, Dave just thought they were insane but he found himself humming along with the girls, then there was Luke who thought it was the most amusing thing he’d ever seen. It was like Y/N would sing it everywhere and even if the song was one of the dumbest ones he heard, he’d admit that it was catchy.

That was why he’d belt it around their shared apartment, which would always result in the two getting into a laughing fit that left both of their stomachs hurting. He would even do his own improvised dances for each line of the song, which again, could have Y/N crying laughing.

It was a slower paced day at the office, everyone getting caught up on the paperwork that they hadn’t gotten around to yet because they were caught in an endless loop of jumping from case to case. They had to work fast because evil never seemed to give them a fucking break.

So, it became bustling with everyone gathering up reports and getting ready to give them to Emily to have them finished and filed away. To nobody’s surprise, it wasn’t long until Tara was humming the familiar melody.

“No. Please. I’m begging you..” Spencer groaned as he brought his hands up to cover his ears. “This is worse than prison. You know that? A million times worse.” They always appreciated the dramatics of Spencer Reid. “I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know, just stop torturing me.” He breathed out.

Luke was already laughing at the man’s actions. “You know they sing it because you have that reaction, right?” He asked, making Matt stop to lean against Luke’s desk. “He’s got a point, Reid. If you laugh about it, they will do it less.”

Y/N was coming in from the kitchenette while shaking her head. “No such luck, boys.” She laughed as she was skipping to her desk. “I think you should embrace it, boy genius.” She had commented, ruffling his hair on her way to her desk with a smile.

“I think you boys are just overly dramatic.” JJ piped in with her own opinion while heading over to her desk in order to finish the finishing touches on one of her reports. “No, we are not. That song drives me bonkers.” Spencer responded, his nose wrinkling as he was looking at the two men in front of him. “You’re telling me you like it?”

“It’s not so bad.” Luke responded while Y/N gestured to her boyfriend. “He sings it too! Don’t you, Alvez?” She smirked while lifting her coffee mug to her lips. “I do, yeah. It’s catchy!” Luke began to laugh as he put his hands up in self defense with a grin on his face. “We went out to dinner last night and I got a strawberry margarita and he started singing it!” Y/N emphasized while laughing at the memory of the previous night.

“Make fun of me all you want but you weren’t opening your legs after that drink at all.” Luke bit back while chuckling as his girlfriend’s cheeks were red.

“Give her one margarita and she’s going to bed.” He sang while the rest of the office was reduced to their own fits of laughter. “Face it, Cariña. Nobody is getting head or anything of the sort after you’ve had a sip of a margarita. You’re out of commission.”

Y/N was waving her boyfriend off while laughing. “You’re never getting head from me again, Alvez.” She teased while looking back at her paperwork. “You’ve ruined it for yourself!” She laughed at the male, who was putting his hand over his chest in a dramatic fashion. “That is the worst punishment ever! I’ll buy you a margarita after this as an apology.” He mused.

“Then I'll be happy while I'm going to bed.”

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tlou-reid · 4 months

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Fearless ❆ Luke Alvez

☃︎SUMMARY: luke is so so so smitten for his girl.

☃︎WARNINGS: this is tooth-rotting fluff and i am not sorry about it

☃︎NOTE: i love writing for luke <3 that is my bf fr pls send requests for him when they are open again!

☃︎swiftmas masterlist!

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There’s something ‘bout the way the street looks when it’s just rained. There’s a glow off the pavement, you walk me to the car.

Luke’s hand was protectively around your waist as you stepped out of the restaurant. He was laughing at something Emily said, looking away from you but holding you close. You felt bad, keeping the waitress there just until close. Everyone had gotten wrapped up in the conversation, not realizing the team and their partners had been sitting there for almost three hours.

Luke’s attention turns back to you as you start to step off the curb. “Woah,” he smiles, stopping you from pressing your pretty high heels into the puddle that had accumulated. He stepped down, comfortably placing one hand on each side of your waist. He lifts you, just briefly, to get you over the puddle. Then, he gently places you back on the asphalt.

Your feet plant on the ground and you let out a giggle, reaching down to hold his hand. “I didn’t even realize it had rained.” He declares, before waving a final goodbye to where Emily and JJ are heading to their cars.

The parking lot was empty besides the team’s cars and the few employees that hadn’t left yet. “Thank you,” You smile at him again, moving your hand to his muscular bicep, and pulling him closer to you. “Of course,” he had a wide smile on his face, one that showed his dimples. His brown eyes were full of fondness as he looked at you.

“Whatcha looking at?” He asked, walking around to your side of the car. His hand reached to open the passenger side door for you when you answered. “The way the streetlights reflect off of the puddles.” Luke’s gaze followed your eyes, seeing the way the lights looked like little diamonds in the water.

And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there, in the middle of the parking lot.

You’re about to sit in the passenger seat when you get an idea. “Hey, Luke,” you call for his attention. He watched as you looked around the parking lot. The rest of the team had pulled off, leaving just you guys there. “You wanna dance?”

Even though Luke had been up since six o’clock this morning and his muscles still hurt from the case they had wrapped up, there was nothing he wanted more than to dance with you in this deserted parking lot.

He let out a chuckle, reopening the door all the way for you, and said, “Absolutely.” Luke didn’t think he’d ever seen you smile as wide as you were right now. You placed your feet back on the ground, reached for Luke’s hand, and pulled him to behind the car, where there was plenty of open space for you to dance.

You went to turn around and pull him close so you could begin swaying with him, but he was gone when you reached for him. Luke made his way to the driver’s seat, reaching in and turning on the car, He, then, turned back to look at you. “What do you wanna dance to?” he asked, holding his phone up. You let out another giggle, “Play Taylor Swift!” You called. Luke knew that was going to be your answer.

Lover quickly began playing through the car’s speakers. He left the door open and turned the volume all the way up. You would’ve been embarrassed if the moment wasn’t so sweet. Luke sauntered his way back towards, emphasizing the swing of his hips.

He reached out for you, pulling you close and swaying your bodies together. “I love you, princesa.” He whispered into the crown of your head as the song reached the bridge. You didn't answer, but the way you leaned your head onto his shoulder told him all he needed to know.

You two danced the entire song, he even sang the words into your ear. When it ended and you pulled away, you flashed him the biggest smile you could muster. Luke laughed, “Another?” Before you could answer, the sound of the crew from the restaurant interrupted you.

You shook your head no because of this, not wanting to be embarrassed by the people around you two. “Let’s go home,” you smiled at him, excited to crawl into bed and enjoy his body heat. Luke nodded, once again going to open the passenger side for you.

Once you both settled in, you started to sing along to one of your favorite Taylor Swift songs:

“We’re driving down the road, I wonder if you know, I’m trying so hard not to get caught up now…”

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hornyhornyhimbos · 1 year

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Hi! So, I was a little bit scared to put a request but then I read the characters you write for and my brain immediately had a horny thought.

What if Luke Alvez and reader are co-workers and they are on a undercover mission as a couple and they kiss as a distraction. BUT, that kiss somehow starts to get a little heated and out of nowhere Luke just whines and squirms. This leads them to them in their hotel room and they just can keep their hands off each other and read just makes him feel good.

I would just love to get Alvez all dumb and submissive, getting all the control and just leaving him for more.

I hope this is something you’re up to. I have a lot of ideas so… I might send them all at once or spread them for next Friday.💗

so... this has been in my inbox for like two months... and it's most definitely not friday.. i'm so sorry i haven't had the motivation to write it but i finally had an idea so i hope it turned out ok!!

luke alvez is the cutest, subby, dumb boy to have ever walked the earth ♡

18+ duh, unprotected piv sex (don't do this or ur pp will fall off), sub!luke x soft dom!afab!reader, handjob, nipple play, reader licks luke's cum off her own titties, explicit language, maybe dubcon (they were both drinking beforehand), 1.4K words, not beta read!

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from the moment you pulled luke into your hotel room, he couldn't keep his hands off you.

flashbacks of the night rushed through your mind. sipping alcohol just a couple tables away from your latest unsub, luke grabbing your face and kissing you with a level of fervor you'd never seen before, the moans he let out, muffled by your lips. you'd watched him squirm in his seat as he pulled away, most definitely situating the hard-on you suspected had appeared in his jeans.

"please," he practically begged, his hands sliding up your blouse. his lips met yours for a heated kiss, the taste of bourbon distinct.

"please… what? what do you want?" you asked, your hands at the nape of his neck.

"i want you," he answered.

you pulled him back in for another kiss, your lips dripping with want for each other. "gonna have to do better than that, baby. i need to know what you want."

hands traveled up and down both of your bodies, your limbs entangled to the point where you didn't know where he started and you ended. he whimpered against your mouth while his hands met your breasts, grabbing at them like it was the only thing on his mind.

"oh, is that what you want? you want my tits, huh?" you teased, and his hips bucked in response.

"mhm," he mumbled as he connected his mouth to yours, his palms holding you through your bra.

you pulled away, clicking your tongue at him. "are you too dumb for words now? can't even give me a simple answer when you're asked a question?"

he moaned at your words, his hands wandering over your breasts, just waiting for you to let him have them.

"ok, baby. sit down on the bed, yeah? i'll give you everything you need." your hands moved to his waist, pushing him toward the mattress.

one of his hands trailed down your body, ending at the hem of your shirt while the other still palmed at your clothed breast. "please," he begged, trying his best to take your blouse off with one hand.

"needy boy," you smirked. you pulled the fabric off, revealing the prettiest lace bra luke had ever laid eyes on. his palms reached for your boobs again, pulling them out of the lacy cups. he went glassy-eyed at the sight, taking one of them in his mouth.

"oh, luke," you gasped, guiding his opposite hand to the other breast. he twisted your nipple between his digits, wetness dripping through your matching panties at the feel of him.

he sucked on your tit like a man starved, his brain already too fucked out to form coherent thoughts. your own brain was turning to mush as he suckled the bud, your fingers moving to grip the curls on his nape. "ah-ah," you tutted, "thought you wanted me."

his hips rutted into yours, searching for any friction he could find. he whined against your hardened nipple, the vibration only aiding the heat that pooled in your stomach.

your digits worked at the button of his slacks, teasingly sliding them down to his ankles. "touch yourself for me, yeah? want you to get yourself ready for me," you instructed. your hands moved to your jeans, but you were met with a disapproving "nuh-uh."

"oh?" you asked, your eyebrows raising. "you don't want to touch yourself?"

"can't," he managed. his hands stayed on his thighs, like he'd thought about obeying you but couldn't.

your palms moved to your hips. "and why's that?" your eyes met his, like fire meeting pure water.

"need to cum inside you," he answered.

you chuckled, your hands trailing to the band of his boxers. "tell you what, baby," you said, pulling him out of the wet fabric. "you wanted my tits so much. you cum on them and then maybe i'll let you cum inside me, yeah?"

his head fell back as you worked his cock, moving up and down the shaft at the perfect pace. your other hand moved to his tee shirt, pulling the material over his head. your fingers dragged down his chest, stopping to play with his nipple. whines and moans fell from his lips, his hand wrapping around yours and helping you bring him closer to his high.

"yeah?" you teased. "that feel good, baby?"

he answered with a mewl, shifting his hips. he fucked himself with your hand, his orgasm close. the sight of his shaking thighs and sex-drunk eyes had you nearly cumming yourself, your panties drenched at the thought of him cumming inside you.

"are you close?" you asked, already knowing the answer from the sporadic movements of his hips.

"uh-huh," he managed, "fuck."

your hand worked faster, your body craving for his dick to be buried deep inside you. lewd sounds filled the hotel room, like music to your ears.

a string of moans tumbled from luke's lips as he reached his release, his seed spilling all over your bare chest. you both pushed him through his high, milking every last drop from his cock.

he fell back on the bed, his hand staying on his shaft even after you pulled away. your fingers dragged over the peaks and dips of your breasts, collecting his cum and bringing it to your mouth. the salty taste was like heaven to your taste buds, and you slightly regretted not fucking him with your mouth instead.

you practically tore off your jeans and panties, before moving up onto the bed. you took his cock in your hand, running the head along your folds. "you ready, baby?"

he managed to nod, his lip quivering as you finally pushed him inside you, slowly lowering yourself down his length. your head fell back as you adjusted yourself, the stretch almost too much. "can i move a little, baby, or is that too much for you?"

a small moan of approval tumbled from his mouth, his eyes already screwed shut. you began rocking your hips, the head of his dick brushing against your spongy spot. your walls clenched around him, pulling him that much further into you.

"oh shit, luke," you groaned, steadying yourself by placing your hands on his stomach. his happy trail was coarse under your palm, and you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like against your nose as you sucked him off. "fuck me."

"trying to," he huffed in amusement, lifting his hips to meet yours.

your pelvis moved faster, chasing down your impending high. the sounds of your slick filled the room, only aiding the senses of your sweaty body. sweat dripped down the hair on luke's chest, and you were tempted to lick it away. you were close, but it wasn't enough.

"touch my clit," you instructed. luke met you with furrowed brows and wide eyes. you repeated, "are you fucking dumb? i said to touch my clit."

your command had luke falling apart, his thighs shaking beneath you as he came inside you. thick ropes of his seed shot through you, like blood running through your veins. he willed his hand to move, his fingers meeting your bud in slow circles.

"oh, yeah," you mewled, "right there, baby, right fucking there!"

luke lifted his head, meeting your naked chest with his lips. he nipped and licked at your tit, pushing you closer to the edge. his fingers toyed at your clit at just the right speed, and the coil in your belly snapped, cumming around his cock.

"shitshitshit," you all but yelled, your hips bucking and canting as you worked yourself through your orgasm.

you fell onto his chest, attempting to catch your breath as you rested on top of him. his hand met your hair, petting it in slow strokes. "so…" he said, his voice trailing off.

a smirk lifted one half of your lips. "so…"

"that happened," he huffed, meeting your head with a small peck.

you lifted yourself, profanities coming from your lips at the sudden movement. your eyes met his, your smirk turning to a smile. "it did. you did great," you laughed.

"thank you, i try," he chuckled, his hands settling on your love handles. "so, what is this?"

"whatever you want it to be."

luke had the prettiest smile you'd ever seen, and the one he gave you in that moment only further proved your theory. "i think," he said, "we should do that again. and maybe that'll help us figure out what we should call it."

"that might just be the best idea you've ever had, luke alvez."

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fortheloveofwonderland · 11 months

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War of the Heart - Chapter Eight (Final) | Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader

Previous Chapter

Chapter Summary - Spencer is finally released from prison and the two you have a long overdue talk. Will he convince you that you’re making a mistake with Luke before it’s too late?

A/N - and we reach the end! Also I am aware Luke was also given time off after the Scratch debacle but let’s just roll with it.

Category - heavy angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Content Warnings - a brief summary of the prison arc including mentions of Lindsey and Cat and mentions of Scratch kidnapping Emily and his and Walker’s death, swearing, and finally(!) a happy ending!

WC - 3.4k

Chapter Eight

2010 - Diyala, Northeast Baghdad

“So,” he spoke, stepping inside your unit for what would be the final time. “I guess this is the end of the road.”

“I guess so.” You shrugged, placing a handful of toiletry items in the open box. “I’m being picked up to go to the airport in a half hour.”

Now normally Luke would take any opportunity to get you into bed, even if you’d only had ten minutes he would have made it work. So when he sidled over to you and simply wrapped you in his arms, you knew this must be breaking his heart.

“You’re really leaving?” He held you close, resting his chin on your head while you snuggled against his chest.

“I don’t really have a choice.” It wasn’t strictly untrue. You didn’t have a choice, not if you wanted to maintain your sanity anyway.

Luke wanted to say something, tell you that he knew you’d requested the transfer and ask you why, but honestly, he wasn’t sure he could handle the answer. So instead he just held you tighter.

“I really am going to miss you.” He whispered.

“You going soft on me, Sarg?” You pulled back a little so you could look up at him. “We’ll still talk, that’s what phones are for. And the timezones in Iraq and Afghanistan are only a few hours different so we can talk whenever we like.”

“I know.” He nodded. “But why does this feel so definite? Why does it feel like I’m never going to see you again?”

You smiled a little wistfully at him and got on your tiptoes so you could place a tender kiss to his lips.

“Sarg, if it was meant to be, it will find a way.”

“Now who’s going soft?” He laughed but it was filled with sadness.

The two of you stood there for several more minutes, wrapped in each other's embrace. A part of you suddenly didn’t want to go. Sure things with Luke were intense but was that such a bad thing? He loved you with every fibre of his being and you loved him back with the same fire. Why were you running from the only thing that had ever made you happy?

There was a knock on the side of the container and the two of you sprung apart rapidly. Seconds later a head poked it way inside.

“Time to go, private.” The man nodded for you to follow him.

You exhaled heavily through your nose, straightening your back and raising your hand to your forehead in salute.

“It’s been an honour to serve for you, Sergeant Alvez.”

Luke mirrored your stance, saluting you back even though his heart was shattering in his chest.

“The honour was all mine, Private Y/L/N.”

You collected your things and headed to the door, allowing yourself one last glance back at Luke. You caught him wiping his eye but when he saw you looking he forced a smile and mouthed four simple words.

“Goodbye and good luck.”

***

Present - Washington, DC

Everything after your night with Luke seemed to happen at lightning speed, thankfully keeping your mind busy, away from thoughts of him. The following day you’d received a call from Emily to tell you that during his cognitive, Spencer placed a woman in the motel room, not Scratch. And days after that his moms new nurse brought her to visit him and it all spiralled from there.

Not being a part of the team anymore you had to sit on the sidelines while they tracked down Lindsey Vaughn and proved Spencer’s innocence. You heard second hand of how Spencer had to face off with his arch nemesis Cat Adams in order to save his mom. And just when it all finally seemed to be over, Scratch did rear his ugly head, killing Walker and kidnapping Emily.

You wanted to help, you wanted to help so badly but you knew you’d be more of hindrance and that you couldn’t see Luke again for your own good. Garcia kept you apprised of everything, while you literally sat on the edge of your seat feeling utterly useless.

But of course, the team was great at what they did and they found Emily in time. Scratch was dead and according to Garcia there was speculation that Luke may well have pushed him off that ledge despite his protests otherwise.

Honestly, you wouldn’t have even blamed him, you might have even done the same.

Then everything got quiet. Most of the team was all given time off while Luke and IRT’s Matt Simmons held down the fort. And it was only then that the weight of everything came crashing down on you.

You’d quit your job. You’d pushed Luke away for the final time. You were alone and you had nothing left to occupy your mind. The spiral was inevitable and you knew it.

When Spencer called you, asking to see you, you were surprised to say the least. You weren’t sure entirely what he wanted as he was particularly vague on the phone but it was the bare minimum you could do to hear him out. So you invited him over.

The last time you’d seen him was at the BAU after bringing him home from Mexico and it honestly felt like a different life time ago. The air was awkward and slightly tense between you as you let him inside your apartment. He tentatively stepped inside and you motioned him over to the couch where you both sat down.

“I just want to say, I’m sorry I never visited while you were at Milburn.” You blurted out, toying with your hands in your lap.

“It’s ok.” He shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips. “I didn’t put you on my visitation list anyway.”

“Well now I’m glad I didn’t make a drive up there.” You laughed a little. “I guess we have a lot to talk about.”

“Yeah.” He nodded a little sadly. “You left the BAU.”

“I did.”

“There’s a lot of rumours flying around as to why.” His eyes sparkled slightly.

“I can only imagine.”

“And I can only assume the only truthful rumour is that you left because of Alvez.”

“You don’t need to be a genius to figure that out.” You smirked.

“I need to know everything, Y/N. No more lies.”

“Ok.” You agreed, because after everything it was the least you owed him.

He frowned in confusion when you got up from the couch and watched you walk over to your desk and retrieve something from the top drawer. When you returned, you opened your palm, a small silver ring nestled in your hand.

Spencer looked between your eyes and the ring, the cogs not taking long to slot into place.

“You were engaged?” He croaked, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Not entirely.” You sighed. “It was a promise ring. He was promising that one day he would ask me to marry him and I was promising that when that day came, I’d say yes.”

“So what happened?” He scrutinised you as you closed your fingers around the ring.

“Loving Luke is…stressful isn’t the right word. Draining? Exhausting? I loved him with such intensity that everything else in my life fell by the wayside. He was literally the only thing I could think of. I was losing focus in my work, putting my career second to my feelings for him. I think I loved him too much.” You exhaled, clasping your hand tightly and feeling the ring digging into your palm.

“Wow,” Spencer chuckled softly, making you frown. “With all due respect, that’s got to be the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“Excuse me?”

“There’s no such thing as loving someone too much.”

“That’s what Luke said.”

“And he’s right.” Spencer continued to laugh. “Love is supposed to be intense and consuming. If it isn’t, it isn’t love.”

“This was…this was different.” You shook your head. “We had a volatile relationship that seemed to stick to the same destructive cycle. We’d get into a fight, we’d try to make up by having sex and then we’d just fight again.”

“So break the cycle.” He said it like it was the easiest thing in the world. “Love isn’t rocket science Y/N. If something doesn’t work you fix it, you don’t run off just because you get scared.”

“Who said anything about being scared?” You scoffed, putting the ring down on the coffee table before you crushed it into dust.

“It’s very clear you push Luke away because the idea that someone could love you so much scares the crap out of you. And that’s understandable, love is scary. But it’s also the most amazing thing in the whole world.” He smiled a little wistfully.

“Are you really sitting here trying to convince me to be with Luke when he’s the reason we broke up?”

“I understand the irony.” He nodded. “But I do want you to be happy. I had a lot of time to think while I was in prison and I realised that you were never really happy with me, not the way you should be. You never looked at me like you look at him.”

“Spence, I’m so sorry.” You pulled a face.

“No, no I didn’t mean that in the pathetic way it sounded. I’m just saying, don’t settle for mediocre when it comes to love. Trust me when I say, you want that intense, all consuming love. That’s when you know you’re doing it right.” He offered you another smile, pushing himself up from the couch. “But hey, what do I know? I’m only a genius.”

You couldn’t help but laugh as you got up as well, the two of you heading towards the door.

“Do you have any plans? You know like, life after the BAU?”

“Right now I’m just enjoying having a little time to myself. My old unit chief at the DC Field Office obviously heard about my resignation and she reached out, said I’d always have a place on the team.” You opened the door for him.

“Well, maybe we’ll run into each other from time then.” He stepped out into the corridor.

“Or you know, we could hang out sometime, on purpose not just for work.”

“I’d like that.” He nodded. “And remember, Y/N, never let fear decide your fate.”

“I forgot how wise you are, Doc.” You smirked, leaning against the door jamb.

“No you didn’t.” He smiled back at you briefly before turning away and heading for the stairs.

You watched him go, mulling over his words and knowing if anyone was right about the situation, it was Doctor Spencer Reid.

You turned back into the apartment, rushing through to your room to change and quickly grabbing up the ring along with your keys and phone and hurrying out again before you talked yourself out of it.

***

To say Luke Alvez was exhausted would be the understatement of the century. The past few months had seemed to go on for years, the day he joined the BAU felt like a complete lifetime ago. Between Spencer’s incarceration, capturing Mr Scratch and keeping the department afloat with Simmons while the rest of the BAU took time off, he felt as though it had been months since he’d gotten a decent night's sleep.

But work kept his brain active, it kept him too busy to spend time dwelling on you and the pain caused by the way you’d finally ended things. One day he was going to have to deal with it, let himself feel every shatter of his heart. But today wasn’t that day.

It was really late by the time he got home, he supposed it was more early than late as it was ebbing into the early hours of the morning. Roxy was with his neighbour, he’d get her in the morning before his run.

He stifled a yawn as he unlocked his apartment door, ready to crash and burn as soon as his ass hit the bed. He got inside and shucked off his jacket but before he could get out of his shoes, something caught his eye.

His dog was curled up on the couch, asleep, her head buried under the arm of the human who slept at her side. You were dressed in full fatigues, boots on the floor next to the couch and your feet tucked up beneath you. The sight made his heart melt, something he’d imagined so many times before but never expected to be a reality.

But why were you here? Why were you asleep on his couch with his dog in your army uniform?

He shuffled closer to the couch and you stirred a little, you always had been a light sleeper. You rubbed your eyes with one hand, the other lost somewhere in Roxy’s thick fur. You blinked a couple of times before your eyes landed on Luke.

“Oh shit, did I fall asleep?” You jumped to your feet, startling Roxy a little but she quickly settled back down.

“Yeah and in case you hadn’t noticed, not in your own apartment.” Luke frowned at you. “How did you get in here?”

“Well you see, I came over and I knocked but obviously you weren’t home so I just kinda sat outside for a while. And then your neighbour, Mrs Perez, she found me and told me she had your spare key and did I want it and also did I want to take your dog back. I didn’t know you had a dog.” You rambled.

“Uh yeah…that’s Roxy.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Oh it’s a she. I’ve been calling her Rambo.” You shrugged. “I guess me and Ram…Roxy fell asleep waiting for you.”

“And why are you waiting for me? In your fatigues?” His frown was so deep he worried he might cause permanent lines in his forehead but he was so confused.

“Because I can admit when I’m wrong.”

“Can you? Because I didn’t know that about you.”

“I didn’t say it came easily to me.” You rolled your eyes. “I was scared, Luke, petrified really. I was scared because the way I feel about you is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I thought that a love so intense was a bad thing but I think I might have been wrong.

I think I thought I could either have love or a career, that my brain wasn’t equipped to handle both of those things. My mom was a doctor, I’ve never told you that before, but she was. Was. Until she met my dad and I guess he wanted her to be this homemaker or whatever so she quit. Just like that. She gave up everything for him and I promised myself I’d never be like her. Yet in trying not to become her, I inadvertently did. I left Iraq of my own accord, I quit the BAU, just so I didn’t have to see you everyday. I guess it never really occurred to me that I could have both, because my parents' relationship was the only thing I had to base it on.

I’m an only child and I’ve never been close to my family and when I met you, it was the first time I ever felt loved. And that scared me, I grew dependent on you and that made me feel weak. But actually now I think about it, it’s quite the opposite. You were my greatest strength, my one true ally. The only man to ever see me for who I am. I know this is probably all too little too late, but I thought at the very least I owed you an explanation.”

By the time you finished talking you were out of breath. The whole drive here you’d been rehearsing this speech in your head, and you had to get it all out before Luke said anything to steer you off track.

He stared at you the whole time, processing every single word you said carefully. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed deeply.

“You hurt me consistently, over and over again. And each time was more painful than the last. How do I know you aren’t going to do that again? I can’t take another blow, Y/N, it might actually kill me.” He looked so broken at that moment and you hated yourself for putting him through this.

You saw in his eyes the extent of the damage you’d done to the man standing before you, the man who had only ever loved you unconditionally. You knew this had to be it, you had to be sure otherwise there may be no coming back for Luke again.

You took a tentative step closer to him, shoving your hands in the pocket of your old army jacket.

“You don’t know, not for sure. I can stand here and promise you that I never intend to hurt you again, that I love you and I’m sure I always will. But nothing in life is guaranteed, Luke. What I can guarantee, with absolute certainty as I stand here right now is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Every fucking day from now until enternity.” You’d started to cry heavily, as if a damn had broken behind your eyes.

Luke’s own eyes welled up as he struggled not to reach out and grab you.

“Why are you wearing your fatigues?” He found himself asking.

You looked down at yourself and despite your tears you started to laugh.

“I don’t know. I guess maybe I was hoping it would remind you of the girl you fell in love with and not the crazy person I’ve become.”

“You’ve always been a little crazy.” He cracked a smile. “But that’s part of why I love you. And I want to spend every damn day from now until eternity with you, crazy and all.”

“You do?” You sniffed, bottom lip quivering slightly.

“Always have.” He shrugged.

You smiled brightly, maybe for the first time in years and withdrew your hands from your pockets. You turned one over and unballed your fist, revealing the dainty silver ring cradled inside. You looked up at Luke with a small shrug.

“You promised.” You proffered it towards him. “You promised me one day you’d ask and I promised I’d say yes.”

Luke’s tears overflowed now as he nodded his head, picking the ring up between his fingers. His heart hammered against his chest and his stomach coiled with knots as he slowly lowered himself to one knee in front of you.

“This was far from how I ever planned on doing this.” He smiled through his tears. “There was meant to be dinner and rose petals and a freaking string quartet.”

“I don’t care.” You shook your head. “Just ask me. Just finally ask me the damn question.”

“Ok.” He took hold of your left hand and brought it to his lips to kiss the back of it before looking up into your eyes. “Y/N Y/L/N, this has been the longest time in the making, but will you marry me?”

“Can I think about it?” You teased him with a giggle.

Luke smirked at you, giving your hand a playful tug.

“I swear to god, private…”

“Alright, alright!” You laughed with a roll of your eye. “Yes, ok? A hundred, thousand times yes. Yes I will marry you, Sarg.”

“About damn time.” He slid the ring on your finger before pushing himself up, grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you.

You slung your arms around his neck, holding onto him for dear life, too afraid to ever let him go again. The kiss was different from any the two of you had ever shared before. It held a deep understanding that no words could accurately communicate.

It was the acknowledgment that the two of you had put each other through hell in your own ways, and the comprehension that to make this work things needed to be different this time around. It was acceptance that you both needed to try harder, to be better for one another if you stood a chance this time. It was the final admittance of two people who were unfathomably in love and couldn’t live without each other.

You and Luke would surely still have your ups and downs, life wasn’t perfect after all. But at long last the war was over, you could finally stop fighting. You’d reached your armistice, in agreement to end all conflict and ceasefire. From the Iraqi desert to the front lines of your heart, your turbulent relationship had come this close to destroying you both.

But a soldier never quits no matter how arduous the battle. And Luke Alvez was more than worth the fight.

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luvvbitten · 2 years

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Not the ideal first date

Luke Alvez x reader

Requested? Yes/no

Word count: 914

Warnings: light mentions of a knife, rest is fluff ;D

Matt Simmons try’s to play Cupid by tricking you and Luke into babysitting his kids together. Call it a win-win situation

You could hear the commotion coming from the other side of the door. Matt scurrying to get his things and Kristy yelling for the kids to behave before she appeared in the doorway. She wore a navy dress that complimented her ginger hair. It was a miracle that she got this far without a stain.

“Y/n, hey! - she said with a gracious smile - I can’t thank you enough for watching the kids. Matt and I have been pushing date night back for the longest time.” The women said looking over her shoulder, Matt now only a few feet behind her.

You could hear him mumble something, but his words were just out of earshot. Whatever he had said made the children erupt in giggles. The tall man swiftly got up from his crouched position, not before he ruffled David’s hair. The small boy quickly patted it back down.

The couple thanked you once more before heading out the door.

“Alright! Last time I promised you four we would paint, so guess what I brought!”. You pulled four 5x7 canvases out of your bag, which also had paint and brushes messily thrown in the mix. Their eyes lit up with joy, the two youngest, Lily and Chloe, clapping in victory. You sat them around the dining room table, paper tablecloth coving in case anyone spilled anything. You’d have to intervene a few times when one would attempt to consume the non-toxic liquid.

Around 20 minutes had passed when there was a knock on the door. It caught everyone’s attention. It had only been 8:00 o’clock, Matt and Kristy weren’t meant to be home until 9:30. Being in the fbi had given you many useful skills, but it also made you extremely cautious in certain situations. Especially when children were present. You shushed the 4 wide-eyed youngsters. Careful not to make any loud noises as you snuck into the kitchen, grabbing a steak knife from one of the drawers. There was another knock, but it was more of a banging this time. Your heart raced as you made your way to the door, knuckles turning white from the grip on the knife handle. You’d be damned if they thought they could get in this house without a fight.

The knife had been brought up to the man’s, now shocked, face as you opened the door. Your brain scrambling to process who was infront of you.

“Luke?!”

The name rang throughout the house. Causing the children to come running with Jake in the lead. He laughed as he watched your face turn from frightened, to surprised, and then confusion. The makeshift weapon was now lowered at your side, kids shuffling past you to hug the brown eyed man. Urging him to come to the dining room to show off the paintings. Your heart rate soon returned to normal, and the fight response died down.

“Did I scare you?” He chuckled. “Yeah, I thought I was the one watching these balls of energy. I assumed you were an intruder! What was I meant to do?! Let you in unarmed??” It was a rhetorical question. But for some reason your statement puzzled him. “Wait I thought I was the one babysitting… - his lips grew into a smirk when it hit him - Matt set us up.”

It was no secret Simmons shipped you two- hell the whole team did! Alvez’s flirty remarks and gestures would help either. It was a running joke that you two bickered like an old married couple. But no one actually expected someone to do something to push it. This was Matt’s attempt at playing Cupid; and so far his attempt almost got Luke killed and you charged with murder.

The rest of the job went smoothly. The little ones were successfully put to bed near the end of the night. Leaving you and Luke crashing down onto the couch with a sigh. “Tonight went well, besides you know- the whole knife to my throat thing”. You giggled, “yeah sorry about that. Maybe make your presence known next time.” You said looking over to him. Noticing features you usually paid no mind to. Like how his eyes would crinkle when he smiled, indicating that it was real. How soft his lips appeared to be.

“Like what you see?” He remarked in his usual flirtatious tone. A red pigment tainted your cheeks. It was painfully obvious that you had some sort of attraction to him. He would take note of that too. God you hate profilers, even though you were one.

“Oh give me a break Alvez”

The Hispanic continued to watch your movements and expressions until Kristy and Matt arrived. Trying to decide if he should ask you out or not. Thankfully confidence overtook doubt.

“Y/n wait up, I gotta question.” The man jogged over to you, resting his hand on the door of your car. “I was wondering if you’d let me take you out sometime? And I know it’s probably weird to ask you in our friends driveway but-” his body cut him off when you cupped his cheeks with both of your hands. Instantly melting into your touch. “Yes, Luke Alvez. I’d love that.” A smile washed over the two of you. Luke letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding onto.

“Really?! Uh- cool. - he was giddy with anticipation - because this, this was not the ideal first date”

“I agree, but I’m still glad it happened”

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slytherbun · 2 years

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Center of Love Preview

Mfm: Spencer Reid x Reader x Luke Alvez

Warning: Sexual Content and slight mm

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“Our girl is needy.” Spencer mumbled snidely, palming and pinching your tits with a smile while watching you gasp and writhe on the bed to Luke’s fingers knuckle deep inside your tight cunt.

He watched as Spencer leaned down. His curls fell in his face, something that happened more often than not, while he sucked your tit into his mouth. The hardness of your nipple made him groan to the fullness he had wrapped around his lips.

“And so wet.” Luke added with a smug smile as if to mock the noise of your cunt gripping his fingers with each push and shove back in and out of your pussy.

After he made the vulgar comment, you clamped down and squeezed his fingers to show just how much it affected you. You whimpered when he slipped his fingers out quickly after, a whine was about to tumble out of your lips as well but you fell silent when he laughed.

The noise caused shivers to go down your spine and when Luke grabbed Spencer’s hair in his fist to pull him back, you knew you were in trouble when you saw the look on his face.

“Stop sucking her tits, she needs to be punished. She didn’t listen and broke one of the rules that we made together earlier.”

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dungeons-are-too-cold · 2 years

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Luke Alvez x trans masc reader, dating Luke is a dream come true until you find yourself dreaming of a different future for yourself. coming out is never easy, but Luke loves his princess and you're scared to take that away from him

“Wow, y/n, you’ve got some guns! And your shoulders are looking good too, but I’m still gonna grab the groceries princess. You just kick up your pretty little feet and pick the movie for tonight” He kissed you on your forehead and headed out the door before you could protest.

“At least he seemed to like my progress,” you muttered to yourself.

Ever since you met Luke a year ago, he always liked to talk about how big and strong he was. His masculinity was definitely a source of pride for him and always took the chance to remind the people around him he was super manly. Everyone at the BAU knew he was the office tough guy; Kristy and the kids softened Matt out, so Luke easily took the title as the lone wolf. That was initially what attracted you to him. Only recently had you figured out that it wasn’t just attraction you felt. It was also jealousy.

This one has been fun to write but also like kinda hard cuz emotions lol. Don't worry, it gets a very happy ending and there's some angst but its mostly Luke fluff spoiling his boyfriend I swear lmao

#luke alvez #criminal minds #criminal minds watch through #answers from the dungeon #luke alvez fic #luke alvez x y/n #luke alvez fanfiction #luke alvez x you #luke alvez x reader

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violentdelightsandviolentends · 2 years

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Wherever You Are. That's Where Home Is.

Luke might be a mind reader. Only with you, though.

Pairing - Luke Alvez x female reader

Warnings - Mentions of gunshots

Word Count - 479

Masterlist. Requests.

The gentle whir of the jets engine keeps you tethered to consciousness. The team, a mere few feet away, sit chatting amongst themselves in hushed tones.

You can't save everyone all of the time - you know this. It comes with the job. But it doesn't make it any easier. In fact, it makes it harder - knowing that sometimes you have to let people go. It makes you feel inadequate, like you've failed the very people you vowed to protect.

A voice breaks through your thoughts.

"You're not a failure, you know", he murmurs as he sits down gently next to you on the leather couch.

How did he know? The same way he always knows. You're convinced he can read minds. Or at least, yours. He always knows what you're thinking, and exactly what to say, what you need to hear. You debate telepathy, maybe supernatural abilities.

Or maybe he's just a listener. An observer. Those brown eyes always watching, drinking in the sight of you before him. Always with one eye on you.

It stems from his never ending fear - of losing you, living in a world without you in it. You have the same fear, in regards to him. He just doesn't know it.

His eyes, warm like chocolate, are watching you carefully, measured. He knows you're beating yourself up about the events of the evening. He wants to tell you that it wasn't your fault, that it was bound to happen, that you can't save everyone. But he knows that's not what you need to hear. He knows it won't change what you're thinking. So instead, he says,

"Come here", as he opens his arms.

You move carefully into his side, fitting like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. He's warm, as he always is. He smells like musk and sandalwood and vanilla and him. So distinctly him. There's no other scent in the world like it. He smells like home. He feels like home.

"You did the right thing, firing that shot. I know it doesn't feel like it now, but I promise you. It was the right thing to do. I would have done the same", he reassures you.

You melt further into his side, wanting to lose yourself in his embrace. He tightens his arms around you, and kisses your forehead tenderly.

"Get some rest, princesa", he whispers against your skin, lips still pressed to the spot he kissed.

"Thanks, Alvez", you whisper back. Thankful not just for his words, or his actions, but for him. As a person, as an agent, as a friend. As your home.

You drift into sleep gently, safe in his arms. Always safe with him. He rests his head atop yours, and drifts into sleep alongside you. He hopes you have the same dreams. He knows you won't, though. Because he always dreams of you.

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A Masterlist - Pt. II

Luke Alvez x Reader

(when you hit the text limit & have to make a whole new masterlist)

Planted Beside You (You're hurt while Luke is away on a case)

Calling It (You and Luke have a pact)

Fourth of July (Loud noises aren't your thing)

Five Feet Apart (You and Luke are kidnapped by someone from his past)

Shattered (You and Luke get into a heated argument)

It's About Time (You and Luke are fake dating)

Concussed (You get a concussion, Luke's there to help)

Lifeline (Trying to be there for Luke after he has a nightmare)

The Space Between Us (Luke sleeps outside your door)

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CM Family Fic Rec List

Hey everyone! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was so much fun to write alongside you all, and I can’t wait to share everyone’s hard work. You are so appreciated, and you makes these events better.

Without further ado, here are all of the entries + recs for the CM Family Challenge!

SFW S.R. Fics (Pregnancy/Parenting)

Growing Pains: Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.

One Last Chance? by @justanothercmblog: Spencer and his wife have decided to foster a teenager.

Little Genius by @c-m-stuff: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful daughter, who is coming to work with you.

Somewhere to Belong by @fortheloveofwonderland: You and Spencer have only been dating a few months when he drops the bombshell that he wants to adopt a child and it throws you into turmoil.

Who's Your Daddy? by @justawritterwithideas: After a long day's work, the BAU returns to the head office where they find a stroller with a small baby sleeping and a child very determined to surprise his father. c

SFW S.R. Fics (Other Family Dynamics)

The Mother Wound by me: Spencer and Reader bond over the difficulty of an emotionally absent mother.

A Desert Bloom by me: Reader has never liked cacti. Spencer finally finds out why.

A Well-Kept Secret by @astrophileous: While working on a case in D.C., Spencer didn't expect to hear a familiar name being mentioned as the sole surviving witness. Or, in which the team discovers Spencer's well-kept secret.

Pet Parents by @junipers-archive: In which Spencer and Reader adopt a baby (dog).

Keep reading for other pairings, more of my S.R. fics, and another related Fic Rec Masterlist!

Other Pairings

Motherhood by @foxy-eva: Temily. Emily and Tara become mothers.

May by @gaelic-symphony: Temily. Tara and Emily babysit the Simmons kids.

Maternal Instinct by @gaelic-symphony: Emily/Alex Blake. Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange.

Keeping the Faith [AO3] by @masterwords: Hotchgan. Hotch and Derek take the kids to Easter Service.

Going Home Time [AO3] by @/masterwords: Hotchgan. Hotch and Jessica co-parent Jack

Home is Where the Heart Is by @prentiss-theorem: Alex Blake/Fem!Reader. Domesticity with Alex, Ethan, and Reader.

The Sound of (No) Silence [AO3] by @/ArwenLaLaith: Alex Blake/Fem!Reader. Reader and Alex have just welcomed their daughter into the world.

Home by @neuroprincess: Alex Blake/Fem!Reader. Alex finally returns home after one week.

Question of Timing by @codename-mom: [NSFW] Aaron/Haley. Aaron finally agreed to make Haley a mother and she realised that the d-day is now. The issue is: how to convinced a husband afraid AF to be a father to do the last step?

Be sure to check out @darcyfangirlsfrequently's Masterlist of entries, which includes fics for Luke Alvez, Garvez, and Tara/Rebecca!

Be sure to also check out @the-guilty-writer's Masterlist of entries, which includes fics for Child!Readers of Spencer, Rossi, Derek, and Hotch, as well as Emily's sibling!

Gen Fics

Mothers and Daughters by @/gaelic-symphony: When Ambassador Prentiss brings the team a kidnapping case, it causes Emily to reflect back on her tumultuous relationship with her mother.

A Day At Work by @/codename-mom: Platonic. JJ arrived early in Hotch’s office to discover that he was not alone. A surprise guest was with him for the day.

Looking for more?

Keep reading for the rest of my Spencer Reid fics associated with pregnancy and parenting!

SFW S.R./Mom!Reader

Impromptu: Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.

Painting by Numbers: Spencer is still a little worried about his pregnant wife painting the house.

Practice Run: Spencer and Reader take on Derek’s challenge to babysit.

The Prodigy Path: At a parent teacher conference, Spencer and Reader explain their seemingly unorthodox parenting style.

Fairytales: Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

Defining Family: Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

From the Tree: The kidnapping case becomes personal when Spencer and Reader get a call from their nanny.

S.R. & Child!Reader

Like Father, Like You: Child!Reader. Platonic. In which Spencer’s child comes out as not-straight.

NSFW S.R./Fem!Reader

Domesticity: Reader gets worked up watching Spencer with kids. He notices.

Different Kind of Daddy: After a rough day, Reader has good news for her husband.

Santa’s Gift: Reader asks her husband what he wants for Christmas.

To Have and To Hold: Reader is trying to save her marriage, but Spencer seems resigned to its failure.

Stork Song: Spencer and Reader try to find intimacy again following a terrible loss.

Still not satisfied?!

Check out my extensive Father's Day Rec List!

Thanks for reading.

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hello! happy birthday! can i get a blueberry lemonade + luke alvez pls, thank you!!

blueberry lemonade: “i like it when you say my name like that.”

smut below the cut 18+ MDNI

you could feel luke curling his fingers across your clothes core, collecting the wetness that had accrued in the fabric. “god damn, princesa,” luke mewled, very much talking to himself. his fingers moved slow, deliberately teasing you. he’d been doing that all night; moving slow to get you worked up.

his left hand was placed gently on your left thigh as he sat in between your legs on the bed. the bruises on your neck from his sucks and bites were coming to fruition, making you the canvas of the most beautiful painting luke had ever seen. the purple and blue hues were darkening, making his dick jump every time he moved his eyes from your soaked cunt to your teary eyes.

this was a welcome home gift. one luke had gotten for himself after being away on two back-to-back cases. you weren’t expecting to be used like this, but there were no complaints coming from you.

aside from the fact that he needed to start moving faster. you’d been stripped down to just your pink panties for almost half an hour now, while he was still clad in a flannel and jeans. he’d touched you and teased your entire body, not leaving an inch of you untouched.

“lukeee,” you wailed, finally deciding to speak up for yourself and try to get him to do what you want, instead of the other way around. despite your loud whine and the way you thrashed your body around, luke did nothing but drag another finger along your slit and smirk down at you.

“i like it when you say my name like that,” he murmurs, bending down to press a kiss to your thigh, just above where his calloused hand was resting. “please,” you literally cried, the tears you’d been holding back finally falling, “please luke, please.”

you couldn’t see it from where your eyes were pinched shut from frustration, but luke’s eyes softened at your pleas, his dominant demeanor finally cracking. “i’m sorry, baby,” he cooed, shifting to lay between your legs. he moved slowly, not wanting to shake the bed too much. “i’m sorry,” he repeated, littering your thighs with small kisses. the rough of his beard felt heavenly against your hot skin.

“let me make it up to you,” he mumbled, almost inaudibly, as he hooked his fingers in your waistband and gently pushed your panties down your legs. “let me eat this pretty pussy so my cariño can cum,” luke says, leaning in licking a broad stripe between your legs.

the moan let out was pornographic, ricocheting off the walls of the room. luke’s hips bucked into the bed at the sound, searching for some kind of friction.

the almost of hour of luke’s teasing touches paid off as he licked into your cunt, holding your hips tightly against the bed. the room was hot, burning your skin and making you sweat. but the toe curling feeling of your orgasm was icy cold, a relief you’d been searching for since he got home. it didn’t take long for you to reach pure bliss on his tongue, tugging him even closer by his hair, not wanting the earth shattering feeling to end.

“fuck, baby,” luke says, wiping his mouth with his arm as you push him away, entirely too overstimulated to let him keep going. “you didn’t even need my fingers that time,” he compliments, kissing his way back up your body. “ready for my dick now, pretty girl?” he questions and you nod immediately, making him chuckle and press a kiss to the side of your temple.

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Anyone got any good MGG/Spencer Reid fic recs? I feel like i’ve read EVERYTHING and i’m DYING. Pls help x

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A War of the Heart - Chapter Five | Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader

Previous Chapter

Chapter Summary - Spencer’s arrest causes you to spiral into a bottle and leads to you and Luke having a heated argument which somehow ends with a mutual understanding.

Category - heavy angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Content Warnings - prison arc but doesn’t go into detail, drugs, murder and all the things that go with the prison arc, drinking, drunk reader, swearing, arguing, aggression, mild violence.

WC - 3.9k

Chapter Five

Present - Matamoros, Mexico

Two days after your break up, the last place you expected to find yourself was in Mexico, staring into the drugged eyes of your ex-boyfriend who clearly had no idea who you were.

When Emily had dropped the bombshell to the team that Spencer had been arrested in Mexico on suspicion of drug possession with intent to distribute after leading the Mexican authorities on a high speed chase through the desert, you struggled to wrap your head around the information.

Nothing about it made sense. Why was Spencer in Mexico? Why did he have drugs in his car? Why was he running away from the cops? What the fuck was going on?

You didn’t really have a lot of time to process the information before you, Emily and Luke were on the jet heading for Matamoros. You sat alone at the back of the plane, needing some time to try to understand all of this. Two days ago he’d been in your apartment and now he was in a Mexican holding cell. What had gone on in the space of forty eight hours to lead to this?

About half way through the flight you heard the footsteps approaching and you prayed it was Emily although you knew better. Luke slid into the chair opposite you and sighed.

“I need to ask you some questions, you know that.” He spoke, his voice croaky.

“Have Emily do it.” You wouldn’t look at him.

“No.” He stood his ground. “You’ll be more honest with me.”

You glanced from where you’d been staring out of the window across to him. You wanted to argue with him, you wanted to scream at him that he was the last person you wanted to talk to. But for the sake of figuring out what happened to Spencer, you needed to speak to him.

“Fine.” You folded your arms.

“When was the last time you saw Reid?”

“Two days ago after the case in Palm Springs.”

“Did he mention anything about going to Mexico?”

“No.” You shook your head. “He just said he had some things to figure out about what to do with his mom.”

“He didn’t give any indication that he might-“

“No!” You cut him off. “He left my apartment after breaking up with me and I don’t know where he went, ok?” You snapped, knowing full well Emily would have heard you down the jet too.

Luke sucked in a breath, averting his eyes from you and clearly feeling guilty for pressuring that out of you.

“I uh…I’m sorry I didn’t know.” He chewed on his bottom lip.

“Yeah well, now you do.” You sat back in your chair and looked out of the window again. “You’ll be pleased to know you don’t have to lie anymore, the secrets out. Now, please, leave me alone.”

Luke didn’t think you should be alone right now but he was sure if he tried to stay it would end in a fight. The two of you had barely spoken as of late which had meant there was no way for it to end in an argument and that was probably for the best. He pushed himself up, giving you one last look, hoping you might change your mind but you didn’t even look up and so he left with his tail between his legs.

He couldn’t help the way your words were spinning around his head, focused on one thing in particular. Spencer had broken up with you, you and Spencer weren’t together anymore. He’d found out about your history together or maybe you’d finally told him and he’d ended things. If you were single did that mean…no, Luke didn’t want to get ahead of himself, he was dating someone after all. But he couldn’t help but wonder if maybe there was a chance for the two of you after all.

Now standing outside of the holding cell staring into those eyes you’d spent a countless amount of time looking into, Spencer seemed to look through you. Luke was at your side while Emily was talking to the Mexican cops.

“Spence?” You croaked out, peering at him through the bars. “Spence, it’s me. It’s Y/N.”

“And Luke. We’re here, Reid.” Luke spoke up.

Spencer frowned between the two of you before pushing himself up from the bench. He slumped towards the bars, confusion riddled in his features.

“I know who you are.” He choked out. “And I don’t want to see either of you.”

“Spencer, we’re here to help.” You sniffed back your tears.

He ignored you, turning around slowly and shuffling back to the bench, keeping his back to both of you. You sniffed again, wiping a stray tear that had escaped your eye. Out of instinct, Luke wrapped his arm around your waist but you quickly slapped him away.

“Don’t touch me.” You spat before turning on your heels and fleeing.

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It had been one of the longest days of your entire life. Between calls back and forth to the team back at Quantico and the discovery of Nadie Ramos dead body, it had been incredibly draining. It was looking increasingly likely that Spencer was going to be charged with her murder but for now there was nothing that could be done. Matt Simmons from the IRT was supposed to be joining you down in Mexico in the morning and you could only hope he and his team would be able to help free Spencer before charges were filed against him.

Spencer’s expanded tox results were still pending and the evidence from Nadie’s murder scene were being processed. Emily had insisted the three of you call it night and start fresh in the morning. But of course you wouldn’t get any sleep, not with the images of Spencer in that holding cell in your mind.

You’d lost count of how many glasses of wine you’d gotten through. Honestly there didn’t seem to be enough alcohol in the world to clear your mind tonight. You knew you needed to be clear headed tomorrow for Spencer, but after that first sip, you couldn’t stop. You kept telling yourself this was your last glass, trying to force yourself to leave, when someone slipped into the seat opposite you in the corner booth of the hotel bar. You would have thought he’d have more sense than to seek you out, apparently you were wrong.

“How are you doing?” His voice was lower than usual, croaky like he hadn’t slept a wink in weeks.

“I was better before you sat down.” You rolled your eyes and took a sip of your wine.

“Stop this, Y/N. Stop with the hostility for five minutes, please?”

“You want me to stop being hostile? Me? When the last thing you said to me that wasn’t about a case was I can’t believe I ever thought I loved you? And you want me not to be hostile?” Honestly it wasn’t until that moment you really let yourself feel how much those words hurt you. It must have been the alcohol.

Luke instantly softened, sighing and running his hands over his stubble.

“I didn’t mean that. I was angry.” He spoke, barely above a whisper.

“You still said it. And it hurt, ok?” You distracted yourself by sipping from your glass.

“I’m sorry.” He sighed again. “You know it wasn’t true. You know how I felt about you. How I feel about you.”

“Don’t, don’t do that.” You shook your head.

“Do what?” He frowned as you finished your wine and got to your feet.

“Don’t you dare sit there and make big sweeping confessions you can’t take back.” You went to leave but as expected Luke was faster than you and was quickly grabbing you by the arm.

“What if I don’t want to take them back? I can’t keep pretending I don’t feel how I feel about you.” He kept hold of you, worried you might try and flee again.

“You think now is the time?” You spat at him. “Right now? While my ex is in a fucking prison cell facing charges for a crime he didn’t commit. You think now is the time for you to do this?” You shook him off. “Fuck you, Alvez. Fuck you!”

He grabbed you again, eyes narrowing on you only now realising the slur in your voice, the way you wobbled on your feet.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“That’s none of your business. Now if you’d kindly stop manhandling me, I’d like to go to bed.” You roughly yanked your arm away from him, a combination of the force in which you moved and the wine causing you to lose your balance.

You almost went flying into the hard tiled floor, you braced yourself for the impact but it never came. Instead there was a strong set of arms suddenly around your waist, grabbing you before you had a chance to fall face first on the floor. He turned you slowly in his arms, making sure to keep a hold of you. He told himself it was in case you stumbled again but that was only half of the truth.

“Let me help you upstairs.” He spoke softly, only just resisting the urge to stroke your hair back from your eyes.

“I don’t need help. Least of all from you.” To your credit, when you weren’t slurring you sounded remarkably sober. But Luke had first hand experience in dealing with you drunk.

“Well that’s too bad.” He kept one arm around your waist and started guiding you towards the elevators.

You wriggled to try and get free of his hold but the wine had affected your strength and he was able to get you across the room and to the bank of elevators. The last time he’d had to do this was much more dangerous, there was a lot more on the line. At least it couldn’t potentially end your military career this time.

He called for the elevator and when the doors opened he helped you inside despite you still trying to get free from him. Thankfully he already knew where your room was, he was pretty certain you weren’t going to tell him if he didn’t, and it was conveniently only a few doors down from his own.

The doors closed and it started to ascend when you finally broke free of his hold and glared at him through wild, alcohol glazed eyes.

“I hate you, do you know that?” You spat at him.

“No, Y/N, you don’t hate me.” He rolled his eyes.

“Yes, yes I do. You show up here and you just fuck everything up. I was happy! I was finally fucking happy and then you just waltz in and turn everything on its head. I blame you for this. I blame you for everything. I hate you Luke Alvez.”

Luke swirled his tongue around his mouth, poking it against his cheeks the way he did to try and calm a rising anger. But it was no use. He’d reached boiling point and there was no going back.

“Fuck you.” He suddenly yelled out of nowhere, months or even years worth of pent up emotions finally coming to the surface. “Fuck you, Y/N. You don’t get to blame me for this. You made the decision not to tell Reid about our history, not me. You are the one that wanted to keep secrets. That’s not on me. And don’t fucking stand there telling me you hate me when I have done nothing to you except love you for thirteen damn years!

You ran away like a goddamn coward because you couldn’t handle your feelings for me. I told you, multiple times, that I wanted to marry you, to spend my life with you and you ran away. But do you want to know the most fucked up part? After everything that’s happened, I would still marry you tomorrow because I love you more than I ever thought it possible to love someone. And I know you don’t hate me, far from it. You love me and you can’t stand that.”

When you suddenly slapped him hard across the face it was hard to tell who was more surprised. You certainly hadn’t meant to do it, hadn’t even realised you were going to do it until your hand collided with his cheek. Luke groaned at the impact, his hand going up to cradle his face. The look in his eyes was more hurt than you’d ever seen.

“You don’t know me.” You mumbled. “You don’t know me at all. Go to hell, Alvez.”

The elevator came to a stop just as you finished your sentence and you were quick to escape as soon as the doors started opening. You stumbled on your feet, swerving down the corridor but you could hear his heavy steps behind you.

“Would you come back here, damnit?” He called from behind.

“No, leave me alone.” At some point tears had started rolling down your cheeks but you pushed through them, finding your room and trying to frantically locate your key card in your pocket.

“I’m just trying to help you! Why do you need to make everything so difficult?”

You found your key but due to the alcohol and the tears constricting your vision you couldn’t get it in the slot. Luke watched you fumbling.

“Ay dios mio.” He mumbled. “Move out of the way.”

“No.”

“Move.” He growled. “That is an order, private.”

Your back went suddenly rigid. It didn’t matter how much time you’d been out of the army, an order like that would always make you stop in your tracks. You swallowed, he couldn’t command you in that way anymore.

“I am not a private anymore and this isn’t Iraq.”

Luke exhaled a heavy breath, determined not to lose his cool again. But it happened anyway. He suddenly grabbed you by the biceps and spun you around, pushing you heavily up against the door.

“Stop this.” He spat. “I am trying to help you!”

His fingers dug into your arms, probably hard enough to leave bruises. It wouldn’t be the first time, you’d grown adept in covering the marks Luke always used to leave on you. That’s not to say he was violent, it was usually just the result of rough sex and Luke pinning you down. Occasionally he’d lose his cool, like now, sometimes not realising his own strength. But he never deliberately hurt you.

“You are the last person I want to help me.” Your tears continued to roll down your cheeks.

Despite your words you still moved aside when Luke let go of you. You were suddenly exhausted, completely drained. You had no fight left in you. You let Luke prize the key card from your hand and open your door. He nodded his head towards it, motioning you inside. You didn’t argue when he followed you in.

You kicked off your shoes and slumped onto the bed. Luke came closer and stood over you.

“I don’t want it to be like this, Y/N.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Something has to give. I can’t keep fighting with you, it’s taking too much out of me.”

“I don’t know if I can work with you, Luke.” You confessed, hanging your head. “I think…I’ve been thinking for a while about leaving the BAU. I think it will be for the best.”

Luke shook his head, sitting down beside you and placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Please don’t do that. Not because of me.”

“I can’t keep seeing you everyday.” You shrugged. “Look at me, Luke, look at what this is doing to me.”

You looked up at him, your tear filled eyes looked utterly broken. You looked as though you’d aged in the few months he’d been on the team. It was only now he really saw what he’d done to you. And it made his heart shatter.

“Then I’ll leave. You’ve been with the team a lot longer than me, it’s not fair for you to have to quit. A part of me kinda misses the fugitive task force anyway.” He moved his hand from your shoulder, down across your shoulder blades and settled on your lower back. “But for now we just need to focus on Reid. Once we’ve got him home, I’ll resign.”

“I don’t want you to have to do that.”

“And I don’t want you to either.”

Silence stretched out between you and Luke’s arm snaked further around your waist. You flopped your head to the side and rested it against his shoulder. The silence seemed to last forever but it was probably only a few minutes before Luke sighed, helping you sit back up.

“I should go.” He spoke but he didn’t move.

“Don’t…please don’t…” You chewed on your bottom lip. “Don’t make me say it.”

“If you want a favour from me, after all the shit you’ve given me since I joined the team, then the least you can do is say it.” He frowned at you, knowing what you wanted to say but were too scared to.

You clenched your jaw with a sigh, almost too stubborn to say the words. But you needed him right now, more than you’d probably ever needed anyone. So as much as it killed you to say the words, it would be harder not to say them.

“Please don’t go.” You sniffed, wiping your eyes. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

Realistically, Luke knew it was a terrible idea, but practically, he couldn’t refuse such an offer. He nodded his head, pushing himself up to his feet, unsure what to do with himself. Getting in the bed seemed presumptuous, he needed to wait for your cue.

You stood as well, legs still wobbly from the wine. You swallowed a lump in your throat before walking past him towards your go bag on the chair in the corner. You turned your back on him while you changed but you felt his eyes on you. When you removed your shirt and unhooked your bra he had to physically restrain himself from coming closer to you. But soon you were slipping on an oversized t-shirt, one that almost came down to your knees. Luke knew without seeing the print on the front that it was your old Rangers shirt with the 75th emblazoned over the chest.

You slipped off your pants, using the length of the shirt to cover yourself although a part of Luke wished you wouldn’t. Once changed you turned back to him, but didn’t look at him, as you crept over to the bed and slid in between the sheets.

Luke still stood there dumbly, watching you as you rolled onto your side to face him. You looked up at him, tears still hidden behind your eyes but no longer falling, and patted the mattress.

Luke knew this was a bad idea. Sharing a bed with you would be almost impossible for him to keep his hands to himself. But he tried to focus on the circumstances that brought you here. Spencer was in jail, he needed help. And not to mention, Luke was still dating Lisa.

He closed his eyes as he started unbuttoning his shirt, not wanting to look at you while he did so. If he wasn’t mistaken, he was sure he heard you suck in a deep breath as he dropped the shirt to the floor. He had to ignore it, instead focusing on getting out of his pants. Once just in his underwear he finally opened his eyes but looked at the bed instead of you. He continued to do so while he crawled onto the mattress and settled onto his back under the sheet.

“Why won’t you look at me?” You whispered.

“Because if I look at you,” he sighed. “I will not be able to be held accountable for what I do to you.”

“Right.” You swallowed. “Fair enough.”

He felt the bed shift beneath him and he dared to finally glance over at you. You’d rolled over onto your other side, now facing away from him.

“Is this better?” You mumbled against your pillow.

“Not really.” He chuckled. “Can I…can I hold you?”

“I’d be offended if you didn’t.”

Again, Luke knew what a terrible idea it was but he couldn’t help himself. He shuffled closer to you and rolled onto his side. He reached for you but his hand hovered in mid air for a few seconds before he gently laid it on your bicep. He moved closer still, until his front was pressing up against your back. His fingertips grazed down your bare arm until he found your hip and snaked his arm around your waist.

He was hard, it wasn’t difficult to tell given the way he was flush against you. His breath tickled the back of your neck and occasionally you felt his scratchy stubble brush against your skin. His hand took purchase on your stomach and you entwined your fingers with his holding him in place. He cautiously edged his knee between your thighs.

“This is dangerous.” He whispered against your neck. “Do you have any idea how turned on I am right now?”

“I’ve got a pretty good idea.” You swallowed thickly. “Are you still with Lisa?”

“Yes.”

“Then it’s not dangerous. I’m not making that mistake again.” You gave his hand a soft squeeze.

“But if I wasn’t with Lisa?” He dared ask, as if it made a difference.

“Trust me when I say you don’t want the answer to that.”

Your words caused him to hiss and his stubble brushed against your flesh again but it wasn’t quite a kiss.

“Y/N?” He spoke against your skin.

“Yes Luke?”

“What would happen if I broke up with Lisa?”

You sighed, shuffling somehow closer to him.

“I don’t know, Luke.” You admitted. “You and I aren’t good for each other.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” He croaked. “You never gave us a chance.”

“We were volatile at best.” You sighed again. “Our fights, Luke, were explosive. Sure the make ups were pretty good but, fuck, we know how to push each others buttons too well. We were kinda toxic.”

“I don’t agree.” He shook his head, tightening his hold on your hand. “It was passion, we had passion. Ok, it got a little out of hand sometimes but I’ve never had that kind of passion with someone else.”

“That’s probably a good thing.” You laughed dryly. “I almost broke your nose once, you remember?”

“How could I forget?” He chuckled too.

“That’s not a healthy relationship.”

“You were drunk if I recall.”

“And who’s to say the next time I got drunk I wouldn’t have actually broken your nose? Or worse? Luke, I don’t like myself when I’m with you, that’s the hard truth. I can’t put myself through that again. So to answer your question, if you were to break up with Lisa, it wouldn’t change anything. Not for me anyway.”

Luke sniffed loudly and you felt him nodding his head.

“I appreciate the honesty.” He sighed. “Doesn’t mean it doesn’t suck to hear though.”

After that the two of you fell into silence and at some point you both fell asleep, safe from the world in each others arms.

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