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𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘┊𝗟. 𝗔𝗟𝗩𝗘𝗭
ఌ︎. p. Luke Alvez x f!reader // g. smut
ఌ︎. cw. SMUT [18+ MDNI, unprotected p in v, creampie, fingering (f receiving), squirting, mating press], take a shot every time you see “princesa”, cocky Luke Alvez, reader talking shit on the game— let me know if i missed anything!
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𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧
You and Luke were laying in your bed. You were in between his legs resting against his warm, shirtless chest in nothing but one of his t-shirts and a pair of his boxers. You always told him that wearing his clothes helped you feel close to him even when he was miles away on a case.
You had your headset on and a PS5 controller in your hands yelling at the TV. You’d been playing Call of Duty: Warzone for the last three hours nonstop and Luke was having trouble keeping up. All he knew was that your team won every game and you talked a lot of trash. He’s contemplating pouring body wash into your mouth.
Unbeknownst to you, Luke was growing painfully hard. You constantly grinding on his dick, even though it wasn’t on purpose, was making it very challenging to not just flip you over and fuck you right there.
Then he got an idea.
Moving your bent legs to the outside of his, he began running his large hands up and down your thighs. Knowing he loves touching you, you decided against questioning it and continued to play the game. When you didn’t respond to him, he ran the backs of his knuckles over your pussy causing you to buck your hips. A knowing smirk graced his beautiful face because he knew he had you.
He lifted one side of the headset and whispered in your ear, “Cariño, I wanna play,” his breath fanned over your ear sending a shiver down your spine.
You lifted the mic from your mouth before speaking, “After this game baby, I promise,” you said, your voice breathy.
He decided to torture you a little bit. He put the mic back in its place and began to suck on the sweet spot just above your collarbone. You almost moaned, but pressed your tongue against the roof of your mouth to suppress it. You took a deep breath to calm your arousal but ultimately failed when he began to nip and suck at the skin on both sides of your neck leaving purplish-red love bites in his wake.
“Good game ya’, gotta go! Bye!” you rushed, turning off the game and throwing both the controller and headset onto the black beanbag in the corner of your room. Luke held your hips down when you tried to turn and face him. “Let me go, I want a kiss,” you whined, eliciting a deep chuckle from your boyfriend.
“Not yet princesa,” he ran his thumbs under the band of the boxers you wore. You were so thick you could actually fit them and it never failed to make all the blood rush to his dick. “Take these off,” he instructed. You lifted your hips and slid the underwear off. “I bet if I touched your pussy my fingers would be soaked, hm?” he said into your ear.
“Well you wouldn’t be wrong,” you shrugged, receiving a smack to your bare cunt making you buck your hips again.
“You’re in no position to be a smartass,” he growled. His hands made their way to your smooth inner thighs and touched everywhere but your needy cunt.
“Luke, please,” you breathed out and you could practically hear the grin on his face.
“Please what, princesa? Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to touch me,” you whined from the lack of contact where you needed it the most.
“Touch you where? Show me,” he said. You grabbed his wrist and brought his hand to your needy pussy. The subtle contact made your eyes flutter shut. His thick fingers ran through your soaked slit. “You’re so wet, Cariño,” he praised as he kissed your neck. “You gonna be good and take my fingers?” he asked.
“Y-yes, sir,” you stumbled over your words. Soon enough one of Luke’s thick digits plunged into your weeping hole, drawing out a wanton moan from you.
“Mhm, let me hear you, baby,” he said against your neck. Luke added another finger then another and curled them inside of you, hitting your G-spot with every movement. You tried to close your legs, but Luke used his own to keep them spread. He brought his other hand around and began to circle your throbbing clit, increasing your pleasure.
Sweet moans and whimpers escaped your lips as the love of your life finger fucked you. You began to feel the heat in your abdomen grow more and more. “Luke I’m gonna cum!” you whimpered through your moans.
“Cum for me princesa— cum all over my fuckin’ hands,” he said, speeding up his movements. His words were that last nudge you needed before you fell off the cliff into a sea of pure bliss. You shouted his name and your fingernails dug into the meat of his thighs, leaving deep crescent indents in his tanned skin. As Luke continued to fuck you through your orgasm, an unfamiliar sensation shot through your abdomen. A burst of liquid shot out of you, wetting Luke’s hands and the bed. Your face burned with embarrassment and you tried to run away from the fingers still massaging your swollen cunt.
Luke was even more turned on than before.
He hummed in satisfaction and petted your clit a few times. “Turn around,” he instructed while untangling your legs. You straddled him, hovering over him so as not to put any additional pressure on your overstimulated pussy. Having none of that, Luke pulled you flush to the painful erection in his pants. You whimpered, tears brimming your eyes, and hid your face in his neck. Bringing a hand to your throat, he gave you a sloppy kiss. He smacked your bare ass and you moaned at the sting. “Why didn’t you tell me you could do that?” he smiled.
“I didn’t even know I could,” you admitted. He leaned in to kiss you again. “Mi amor’s a squirter,” he grinned against your lips. Then it hit him… he was the first man to ever make you squirt. As if he needed another ego boost. “I’m the first and only man who’s ever gonna make you squirt,” he growled as his grip on the sides of your throat tightened.
“Yes, you are,” you leaned in and placed another loving kiss on his lips. As you continued to kiss, Luke lifted his hips and removed his sweatpants and boxers.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” he pulled his shirt from over your head and threw it somewhere on the floor. “Much better,” he grinned in satisfaction as he kissed you again. You raised your hips, taking hold of the base of his dick and lining it up with your entrance. Looking into his eyes, you sank down until the tip rested inside of you. Your eyes fluttered shut at the stretch and you rested your forehead on his.
“You got it princesa,” he praised. His large hands found your hips and helped you move. You sank further and further down until you were flush with his pelvis. “There you go.”
You moaned as you rolled your hips. Clutching at the curls at the back of his head, you attacked his neck. Lips, teeth, and tongue left reddened skin that was sure to become darker in their wake. You kissed a trail from his collarbone to his lips.
Luke kissed you back with equal fervor, panting at the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing his cock. His hands that were on your hips migrate to the globes of your ass. His fingers grip the muscle as he moves your hips faster.
“Baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” you moaned against his lips.
“Mm, I know cariño,” he cracked a cocky smile, “Gonna cum in this pretty pussy.”
“Please, please!” you begged.
Flipping you onto your back, Luke pushed your knees to your chest, letting your calves rest on his shoulders. He pulled out leaving the fat tip of his cock in and plunged back into your heat. He repeated the motion, your breath catching in your throat. You bit your lip to stop yourself from screaming.
Putting all of his weight on one of his strong arms, he used his free hand to pull your lip free. “Didn’t I say I wanna hear you? Don’t start being hard headed now.” He spits on your clit, “Play with yourself for me, princesa.” You nodded, quickly obeying him. Your eyes screwed shut at the added sensation. Luke lightly slapped your face, “Uhn uhn, eyes on me.”
Through bleary eyes, you met Lukes’s pretty brown ones. The muscles in his neck, shoulders, and arms flexed with every thrust. That familiar heat below your navel began to spread, burning hotter and hotter the more you circled your swollen clit. Luke could feel you clenching around his cock, making him work harder to fuck you deeply.
“You gonna cum hermosa?” he grunted. Your pussy had him in a vice grip and he was so close.
“Yes! Yes, m’gonna cum, baby,” you were so close.
“Go ahead, make a fucking mess.”
You gushed at his words, squirting all over his abs, your movements over your clit never ceasing. With a few more strokes, Luke came with a grunt. His cock twitched as he filled you to the brim with his spend. Luke leaned down to kiss you. You hissed at the ache in your hips when he let your legs down into a more comfortable position. He kneaded the aching flesh without pulling out or breaking the kiss.
Now a tangled mess of limbs and sweet kisses, you swipe at the dewy skin on Luke’s forehead, admiring his handsome face.
“How about you draw us a bath while I change the bed?” he raised his eyebrows.
“Deal.”
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𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐎𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.
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Jennifer Jareau is a lesbian.
Story timeline starts the same day the team wraps the Jones case so back to 2007. Story picks up from then on.
Henry and Michael will exist, eventually but for obvious reasons, they won't look like the same Henry and Michael we know. They also won't be JJ's only kids.
JJ isn't the carrier for any of her kids.
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𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬: 𝐀 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲
𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞. 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐉 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫.
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Glitter and Crimson | Spencer Reid
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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fluff, mention of sex
Author's note: I used the Glee mashup of Start Me Up/Livin' On A Prayer just because that was one hell of a performance... If you know what I mean...
Words: 2.645
It wasn’t like she wanted to keep a secret from her co-workers who had pretty much turned into family after two years of spending almost every minute of every day with. It was just that she wanted to keep that part of her life for her. Her little safe haven. Away from scrutiny, away from jokes, … Just something for her to enjoy in her downtime.
Even if that meant having to lie about it.
Even when she was called in on a case just as she was about to go home.
She hadn’t been able to change into her work clothes when the call came in, meaning she had to rush from the bar to the BAU in high waisted black shorts, fishnets and a black cropped tank covered with a mesh shirt.
“Woah,” Luke started as soon as she stepped out of the elevator. “Where’d you come from dressed like that?” He had a bemused smile on his face as his eyes scanned her entire being from head to toe. His exclamation captured the attention of their colleagues.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” she grinned before grabbing her go-bag from her desk, wanting to go and change.
As she passed Emily, their unit chief, the dark-haired woman gave her a confused look. “Where are you going?”
Y/N stopped in her tracks and stared at Emily in confusion. “To… To change.”
“You can do that on the jet later. Briefing first. Now.”
Emily seemed more stressed than ever, telling everyone that the case had to be a doozy. Kind of disappointed and a little bit uncomfortable in her own skin, y/n followed her co-workers to the briefing room where Penelope and Emily explained the case.
While she tried her hardest to concentrate, she couldn’t miss the looks Spencer was giving her. His brows were furrowed in confusion before he’d relaxed and his eyes softened as he watched her. Y/N had never denied that she found the resident genius attractive. Neither had she denied sleeping with him that one time when they were on a pretty frustrating case that had riled both of them up. They just needed an outlet. So, when Spencer was looking at her like that, those feelings from that night resurfaced.
“All right, wheels up. Let’s go,” Emily concluded their briefing before all of them headed off.
In the jet, Y/N used her time to quickly change into some jeans and a shirt, stuffing her fishnets into her bag. Though she knew her co-workers were going to use their time on the jet to ask her about where she’d come from, she was adamant to keep it for herself. There was nothing they could say or ask for her to break her promise to herself.
“Do you think she’d have a second job?” she heard Luke’s voice before she opened the door of the small bathroom on the jet. “Like at a bar? As a stripper or something. Why else would she wear fishnets?”
Y/N froze and scoffed. Of course that was where Luke Alvez’ mind went to.
“No, that’s nothing she would do,” Spencer’s voice came next.
“You can wear fishnets for other reasons too, Alvez,” JJ argued.
That was true. Fishnets had always been such a sexualized item of clothing for some reason while y/n just thought they looked cool.
“Has she been struggling?” Emily questioned, “Financially, I mean. Why else would she have a second job?”
Shaking her head, y/n decided to put a stop to their conversation and walked out of the bathroom, shutting all of them up immediately. She decided not to mention it, not saying anything as she made her way to a seat next to Matt and across from Spencer and Rossi.
All of them looked at her, incredulous that she could just ignore all of it.
“What?” she asked, chuckling.
“When are you gonna tell us where you went?” Spencer asked, much to her surprise. He’d always valued privacy so much, not asking any questions because he knew if someone wanted to tell him, they would.
Y/N curled her finger as her elbows rested on the table that separated them, urging him to come closer. Obediently, Spencer leaned closer, just catching the ghost of a smirk on y/n’s lips before she whispered, “Never”.
“All right, crime-fighters!” Penelope popped up on the screen, saving y/n from any other questions. “Another body was found in another supermarket parking lot. The PD is expecting you,” she informed them before inching closer to the screen. “Has she told you yet?”
Rolling her eyes, y/n leaned back in her chair. “Oh my God.”
“I’ll take that as a ‘no’,” Penelope giggled before disappearing again.
Even during the case, neither one of her co-workers could let it go. No matter who she was paired with, everyone kept asking questions. Some of them – Matt and Luke mostly – had started to guess, wanting to gauge from her reaction if they were any closer to the right answer.
Only Spencer had somewhat let it go when he asked a simple question. “Why don’t you want to tell us where you were?”
“Don’t you have one thing that is so special to you, you just want to keep it for yourself?” She answered his question with a question.
Spencer shrugged. “I mean, we spend so much time together that there’s not really anything you don’t know about me.”
“Exactly,” she responded. “We spend so much time together and know everything about each other that I just wanted to keep this for myself. It’s my little safe haven, my little secret. Just something for me…”
A short silence passed over them, wrapping them up in a comfortable hug and allowing Spencer to let her words sink in. Then, there was one more question he wanted to ask. One he deemed the most important.
“Are you staying safe?”
Y/N couldn’t fight the small smile creeping onto her lips. “Yeah, there’s nothing about it that could harm me in any way,” she answered, though it wasn’t entirely true. There were ways that she could get hurt, but then she wouldn’t be very good at it.
Nodding his head, Spencer offered her a smile. That was all he needed to know. If she really didn’t want to tell them, that was her prerogative. “I get that you want to keep this for yourself. I do. Just know that whatever it is, we would all support you.”
“I know.”
Y/N reached for his hand and squeezed it, letting him know that she appreciated him more than she could put into words. There was so much love for Spencer in her heart, he had no clue. He always knew exactly what to say to make her feel better.
“So,” Rossi started when they were on the jet back home. Everyone else was either asleep or listening to some music, meaning no one could hear their conversation. “When’s the next gig?” he asked.
Y/N’s eyes widened slightly. He couldn’t know. There was no way. “Wh–H–How–How do you–”
A chuckle rolled off Rossi’s lips as he swirled the Scotch in his glass around. “You had a stamp on the back of your hand the other day, one I recognize from my club-going days. And the outfit you wore just kind of screamed ‘rock band’. I was pondering over which instrument you’d play. But then I remembered how you’d always be doing the air drums whenever we were listening to music in the car or at my house… You, my sweet, are a drummer and you’d just returned from a gig when the call about the case came in…” Y/N looked at him, blinking rapidly. “How close am I?”
Y/N scoffed, amused. “You… are one hell of a profiler.” She lifted her mug that held her now luke-warm tea and clinked it with Rossi’s glass. As she sipped her tea, she looked at the guy who was fast asleep on the big couch. Her heart fluttered ever so slightly as she watched him. He looked so peaceful, like he hadn’t just caught a serial killer.
She thought about the conversation she’d had with him, his words resurfacing in her brain. They would all support her. She knew they would, but maybe that was what scared her the most. Maybe it scared her that the people she didn’t even know two years ago would support her, come hell or high water. Or maybe she was just scared that they’d come to a couple of gigs and then start flaking, getting her hopes up and not seeing their familiar faces in the crowd.
“Tomorrow is our next gig,” she finally answered Rossi’s original question. As she raised her gaze to his, he was wearing a soft, proud smile, one that he would give Joy and Kai, too. “And I wouldn’t kick any of you out if you did somehow show up…”
Rossi understood that she didn’t want to get her hopes up, so he simply nodded his head in understanding before reaching for her hand and squeezing it in reassurance. Little did she know that he was already concocting a plan to surprise both y/n and his co-workers.
A plan he set in motion the next day. It was their day off, so Rossi texted everyone an address where to meet them for a drink, that they had something to celebrate. To say everyone was pretty confused when they set foot in The Atlantis was an understatement.
“Why did Rossi want to meet here?” Penelope asked when the team had gathered in front of the club.
“Where even is he?” Emily’s question was quickly answered when Rossi poked his head out the door.
He gestured for them to come inside. “It’s gonna start,” he told them as all seven followed the older man inside where the lights had dimmed.
“Where’s y/n?” Spencer asked, confused and slightly worried before his heart nearly jumped out of his chest over the sudden loud music.
“Start me upStart me up”
The spotlight directed their attention to the stage where a band had started to play. Five members, Spencer counted. One lead singer on guitar, one bassist, one lead guitar, one keyboardist and one drummer. His eyes widened when they landed on the latter.
“Oh my God, is that–” Tara voiced the same thought.
JJ’s and Penelope’s jaws dropped as they, too, noticed who was behind the drums. It was their very own y/n y/l/n. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off her. The way her face was lit up as her head bopped along to the beat she was creating. The way her ponytail would follow the movements happily.
She was radiant.
“Close your mouth, Wonder Boy,” Matt joked, pushing Spencer’s chin upwards to close his mouth.
“You’re drooling, buddy,” Luke chimed in.
When the instrumental bridge hit, y/n’s eyes locked with Spencer’s. Amused and filled to the brim with confidence, she sent him a wink that had him blushing all the way up to the tips of his ears.
“Oh, we're halfway thereOh, livin' on a prayer (livin' on a prayer)Take my hand and we'll make it I swear (yeah, we're almost there)Oh, we're livin' on a prayer”
“Livin' on a prayerYou gotta start me up”
The band finished their mashup of ‘Start Me Up’ and ‘Livin’ On A Prayer’, allowing the crowd to burst out in applause. The loudest of them were near the bar, cheering and jeering for their rocking co-worker. Y/N couldn’t stop the sense of pride mush up her insides. She could hug each and every one of them, squeezing them with love and appreciation.
It wasn’t until the band had finished their entire set that y/n was able to do just that.
She was welcomed with applause and cheers and shouts as well as a bottle of beer, handed to her by Luke. Sweating in places she had never sweated before after a gig, she happily accepted the beverage and took a swig.
“This is what you’ve been keeping a secret from us?” Matt asked, incredulously.
“Yeah,” y/n replied sheepishly, holding the cold beer against her hot cheek.
Penelope embraced her sideways, squishing her best friend against her cheek. “Oh, you’re so good!”
“Yeah! I wish we’d known sooner,” JJ agreed, nudging the drummer’s arm.
Shrugging, y/n replied, “I just wanted something for myself, you know? We share so much already, I just wanted this to be my safe haven.”
“What made you change your mind?” Matt questioned.
Y/N’s eyes involuntarily flitted towards Spencer. “The realization that you guys would support me, no matter what. We’re a family, whether we like it or not, and I figured you share everything with your family. Every little ounce of joy. Every achievement. Why should this be any different?”
“I’ll drink to that,” Emily said, raising her beer. Everyone mimicked her movement and clinked their drinks in the air.
After five-hundred questions about y/n’s history with drumming and how she’d ended up in the band, the team decided to call it a night. They had to be in the office early tomorrow, so it was better for them to go home and get a bit of sleep anyway.
“You want a lift?” Spencer asked when he noticed y/n yawning.
She looked up at him, debating her answer. “Yeah, that’d be nice, actually. Thanks, Spence.”
The two of them packed y/n’s drums into the trunk of his car before starting their silent drive up to y/n’s place. He helped her bring the cases up to her place, not saying a word to her. The sudden lack of conversation confused y/n. He hadn’t said much since she’d gotten off the stage.
“Spence,” she stopped him when he was making his way to her door once everything was back in her apartment. He turned to look at her, confusion and nerves written all over his face. Why was he nervous? “Are you okay?”
“Uhm, yeah, why?”
“You haven’t said much to me since I–” she stopped herself and shook her head. “Never mind.”
Y/N turned on her heel to grab her book from her handbag, wanting to read before going to sleep, but Spencer quickly stopped her. “You want to know why I haven’t said anything since you got off the stage,” he pointed out matter-of-factly, though there was something dark in his voice. “Because every time I even think about you up on that stage, in your element, so radiant, so fucking sexy –” the last words came out in a whisper and she noticed his eyes darkening. “I just wanted to kiss you senseless.”
“Kiss… me senseless?” y/n asked, feigning innocence as she moved closer towards Spencer. “Or… Fuck me senseless?”
Something washed over Spencer’s face but before y/n could discern what it was, his lips were already on hers. His hands held her jaw, his fingertips moving up to tangle in her hair whilst his mouth covered hers and moved in sync as soon as her brain had caught up with what was happening.
Already blindly knowing his way through her apartment, Spencer guided her towards her bedroom, only breaking their kiss once when he wanted to remove her shirt.
Y/N could’ve never predicted this outcome after sharing her safe haven with the rest of the team. If she had known, she would’ve done it sooner, just so she could have more moments like this with Spencer.
“If this is gonna happen every time,” y/n gasped while Spencer’s lips were busy on her neck. “I want you to come watch me every time.”
Spencer detached himself from her to look into her eyes. “With pleasure.”
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A War of the Heart - Chapter Two | Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader
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Chapter Summary - things quickly come to a head between you and Luke when he forces you to talk about the past.
Category - heavy angst | smut | eventual happy ending
A/N - I watched this episode (1202 Sick Day) while I was writing this fic and I still can’t remember if Hotch was actually in it or not. So for the sake of this we will assume he was.
Content Warnings - slight argument?, swearing, build up to smut, shower sex, slightly dominant Luke, making out, mentions of masturbation, some Spencer x Reader, penetrative sex, use of “good girl”.
WC - 3.6k
Chapter Two
Present - Los Angeles, California
Hotch made a rule of not pairing you and Spencer up on cases, for obvious reasons. Most of the time you found yourself paired with Tara as the two of you worked great together. But since you and Luke had history he thought you were the best fit for him to be partnered with on this case, much to your chagrin. Of course you couldn’t make a fuss about it so silently you climbed into the passenger seat of the car while Luke got in the driver's side and the two of you headed for the crime scene.
For the better part of the journey the two of you remained silent but you knew it was only a matter of time before you needed to speak. There had been a lot of things left unsaid between the two of you and the sooner you got it out the less awkward the whole situation would be. But where would you even begin? Your mind was racing over so many things you couldn’t pick a starting point so instead you just stayed silent and stewed on them, much like you’d been doing for the last thirteen years. Eventually, it was Luke who finally broke the silence.
“So you and Reid, huh?” He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye as he drove.
“What was that?” You frowned at him.
“What was what?”
“The tone.” You pulled a face, turning a little in your chair.
“What tone?” Luke frowned now as he took a left turn.
“So you and Reid, huh?” You deepened your voice, doing your best Luke Alvez impersonation which made him scoff.
“Was that supposed to sound like me?”
“I think it was pretty accurate. There was definitely some judgement in your tone.”
“No judgement.” Luke shook his head.
“But…”
You saw Luke pull a face and roll his eyes, his grip tightening a little on the wheel
“But…he doesn’t seem like your type.” He shrugged.
“You don’t exactly have a well rounded knowledge of my type, Alvez.” It was hard to force yourself not to call him Sarg. You’d barely ever used his name back then.
He’d once told you hearing you call him Sarg was a massive turn on and you used it to your advantage. It drove him wild hearing that from your lips so there was no way you’d slip up and use it now.
“True. But I’m just surprised is all.”
“Admittedly I do usually have a habit of going for pretty but dumb guys.” You shot him a look, a smirk tugging at your lips.
“Ouch. That’s cold.” He put one hand to his chest but he laughed all the same. “So you’ve upgraded to pretty and a genius?”
“It would seem so.” You glanced out of the window at the LA traffic that was prolonging this conversation.
You’d give anything for this to be over, to close your eyes and have it be this morning again and being introduced to your new team member and it not be Luke Alvez. Mostly because, and you would never admit this out loud even under torture, it was so unfair that age had caused Luke to grow impossibly more attractive. The occasional grey hair peppering his jet black locks and the small lines around his eyes and mouth made him look distinguished. His muscles seemed somehow more prominent and you’d be willing to bet he worked out just as much, if not more, than when you served together. He’d literally aged like a fine wine. And that was just so, so unfair.
“Pretty, smart and I can only assume jealous?” He gave you a slightly amused look to which you frowned. “Oh come on, you were so quick to say we were friends. What did you think I was going to say by the way? Oh I was her boss but we were also lovers.”
“Gross, don’t use that word.” You scowled, prompting Luke to laugh. “Spencer can be…insecure I guess. I didn’t exactly make things easy on him, I lost count of how many times he asked me out before I finally said yes. I just didn’t think it would help matters for him to know about us.”
“Right, so I have to just pretend that you and I don’t have a history so your boyfriend doesn’t feel insecure?”
“Please.”
After that the car grew silent again. You turned your attention out of the window and focused on the buildings you edged past in the slow moving traffic. The GPS display told you that you weren’t far from your destination, but how long you would sit in this jam was anyone’s guess.
It was almost fifteen minutes of silence as Luke plodded the car along and was finally able to put his foot down and drive more than five miles an hour. As the journey picked up, Luke shot you a look out of the corner of his eye, unable to contain his thoughts any longer.
“Why didn’t you call?” He mumbled, almost as if he didn’t want you to hear him.
“Huh?” You turned back to him with a frown.
“Last time I saw you, you said you’d call. You never did. And as you’ll recall I gave you my number but you didn’t give me yours.”
“We had fun.” You shrugged, sighing a little. “But that was in Iraq. We weren’t going to make it in the real world. It was just…a deployment thing.”
Luke frowned at you, a hint of hurt in his eyes which you tried to ignore.
“A deployment thing?” He scoffed. “So telling me you loved me, was what? A lie? I don’t think you’re that good of an actress.”
“No offence, Alvez,” you suddenly snapped just as Luke pulled the car to a stop at your destination. “But you knew me for all of nine months. You do not know me as well as you think you do. You were scratching an itch. I was lonely and touch starved and you were…you were…”
“I was what?” He shut off the engine and turned to you, anger pooling behind his eyes.
“You were there.” You shrugged. “Let’s not pretend what happened between us was more than it was. It was just sex Alvez! Thirteen years ago! I’m with Spencer and he’s great. We have a shot at being the real deal. So you don’t get to show up here and rehash the past when that’s all it is. The past.”
You went to turn away and reach for the door handle to get out of this car that had become stifling all of a sudden but before you could, a strong hand was on your shoulder, firmly pulling you back.
Luke’s eyes were wild, looking at you like he’d only ever looked at you a handful of times before. A lump formed in your throat and you swallowed.
“I’m not going to tell your precious boyfriend about us, ok? But don’t you dare sit there and tell me everything we had was a goddamn lie! I know you, Y/N, much better than you think I do. I’m sorry if my presence has thrown you but it’s thrown me too! How was I to know you worked for the BAU? You haven’t spoken to me in eight years! I’m happy for you and Reid, but I can’t just pretend you meant nothing to me and that seeing you again isn’t opening a lot of old wounds. So don’t fucking lie to me and tell me I meant nothing to you and make me feel like it was all in my head. Because it wasn’t. You don’t get to sully my memories.”
You watched as he exited the car, throwing open his door and slamming it shut behind him, causing you to jump a little. You continued to just observe while he headed towards the crime scene tape and flashed his credentials at the beat cop manning the scene, not once turning back to you still sitting in the car.
Maybe you hadn’t been fair to him. Maybe it was excessive for you to make out he’d meant nothing to you when in reality he’d meant everything to you. The term love of my life seemed too cliche but it was probably most apt to describe your feelings towards Luke. And what scared you most, was in seeing him again all of those feelings had come rushing to the surface like they’d been there the whole time.
In truth, Luke Alvez was the only man you’d ever loved. And it was becoming clear he may be the only man you ever would love.
***
2010 - Diyala, Northeast Baghdad
“So what happens when you leave?”
Another copter rattled the walls, this one louder than the last. Had to be a Bluebird, maybe even a Blackhawk. You couldn’t give it much thought though given your current situation.
Luke had talked you into a second shower of the night although it hadn’t been all that difficult. Now as the two of you stood under the flow of water, Luke’s strong body was pressed up behind you, his hands running up and down your hips and his lips peppering kisses over your neck.
“I don’t know.” You replied. You’d done nothing but think about what your reassignment would mean for the two of you but had yet to come up with any answers.
“I love you.” He spoke against your wet skin, arms now snaking around your waist to pull you closer as his hardening cock pressed against your lower back.
“I love you too.” You breathed.
It wasn’t a sentiment the two of you shared often, so you knew he must be really worried about your reassignment to say it now. The first time Luke had confessed his feelings to you had been during sex, right before he’d come he’d mumbled those three words against your lips. Afterwards neither of you mentioned it and you’d carried on as normal.
It wasn’t until almost a month later when the two of you had been alone in the gym on your compound in the middle of a workout when he’d glanced over at you from his treadmill.
“You never said it back.”
You looked over at him with a frown from your own treadmill.
“What?”
Luke huffed out a breath, hitting a button on his machine and waiting for it to slow to a stop. You did the same and came to meet him in front of the machines. You both had sweat rolling down your faces, Luke’s wife beater clung to his solid chest with perspiration. He looked utterly delicious.
“I told you I loved you and you never said it back.” He didn’t make eye contact with you and it was the most unsure you’d ever seen him.
“I’d hoped it was implied.” You shrugged your shoulders and he finally looked up at you.
“Implied in the way you ream me any chance you get?” His lip twitched at the corner.
“I prefer the term “flirty banter” but yes.”
Luke chuckled, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one was around before he stepped closer to you and cupped your jaw.
There were a handful of people who knew about your relationship, only those who needed to know. Both Reynolds and Luke’s neighbour Martinez were privy, mostly because you had to kick them out if the two of you wanted any alone time. But if the captain was to find out, it would be the end of you both. Sex between soldiers happened extremely often, but that didn’t mean it wasn��t against the rules. Especially when one of them was in a position of seniority.
“Tell me you love me, cariño.”
“And if I don’t?”
He chuckled again, eyes darkening. His hand moved from your jaw to the back of your neck, gripping it hard and pulling your head back roughly. You gasped, feeling the all too familiar heat spread between your legs and wanting him to take you right here and now.
“Tell me you love me. I won’t ask again, private.”
“Fuck,” you swallowed thickly, his fingers digging into your neck and making your knees quake. “I l-love you, Sarg. Of course I love you.”
It was the first time you’d ever said that to someone before and you’d meant it with your entire being. Since then you’d only ever said it a handful times, as had Luke. Which was why you knew exactly how he must be feeling in that moment.
“I can’t imagine doing this without you.” His breath tickled your flesh and caused you to push back against him, mostly for fear you would collapse. His hold on your waist grew stronger, holding you upright. “I wish we could just leave, go back to the states and have a chance at something real. I’d marry you tomorrow, you know? I’d give it all up and I’d marry you and buy us a nice little house in the suburbs and we’d have kids and dogs and we’d be so fucking happy.”
“But we can’t.” You felt strangely emotional, tears welling in your eyes at his words. “Because we made the decision to fight for our country. And we’re both too stubborn not to see that through.”
He turned you in his arms and you immediately noticed the tears in his own eyes. He moved you backwards until you were flush with the wet tiled wall. He pressed his body up against yours and held your face in his large hands.
“I want more than this.” His nostrils flared slightly. “This isn’t enough for me anymore.”
“Sarg,” you shook your head. “I am going to Afghanistan. I love you but I loved the army first.”
“If you go,” he choked a little as he spoke. “If you go, I don’t see a way we can be together.”
“I know.” You agreed. “But I’m not giving up everything I’ve worked so hard for, for anyone. I’m sorry but my career will always come first.”
Luke surprised you when he chuckled dryly.
“And ironically, that’s one of the things I love most about you. I would never stand in the way of your career Y/L/N, you know that.” One of his hands moved down to toy with the ring hanging around your neck wistfully.
“And that’s one of the things I love the most about you.”
He let go of your necklace, suddenly slamming his hips against yours and thrusting you back hard into the tiles, a complete one eighty from how soft he’d been just moments before. You knew well enough that Sergeant Luke Alvez hated to be vulnerable, even with you, so his change in demeanour didn’t surprise you.
He moved his hand down your body, beneath your right thigh and tugged your leg up, practically throwing it around his waist. Seconds later he roughly thrust inside of you, causing you to gasp loudly at the sensation. Luke was certainly not small and although you’d been expecting it, it didn’t make it hurt less. But god how you loved the pain.
He buried his face into your neck, unable to look at you any longer for fear he may actually cry. Luke had always been more comfortable communicating with his body, letting his thrusts tell you all the things his words couldn’t.
And at the moment, his message was loud and clear. You belonged to him and you always would. No matter what happened, a piece of you would always be owned by Luke Alvez.
***
Present - Los Angeles, California
You and Spencer had a very strict no fraternisation while on cases rule. The two of you only ever hooked up when at home, not wanting your relationship to get in the way of work.
The only problem with that was it had been a month. It had been a month since you and Spencer had been alone together, a month since the two of you had been intimate, the longest in your six month relationship. And maybe if that was the only thing, you could have waited until you were home. But it wasn’t the only factor.
Luke’s reappearance in your life had thrown you through a loop, but not only that, had left you frightfully horny. You couldn’t look at him without thinking of those long, hot Iraqi nights spent between the sheets with him. The way his fingertips felt on your skin, the way his lips felt pressing kisses all over your body.
It wasn’t fair on Spencer for you to use him for sex because you were craving your ex. But if you didn’t find yourself outside of his room that night, knocking on his door, you feared you may have ended up at Luke’s door instead.
You’d tried not to give in. You masturbated three times in a desperate need to banish Luke from your sordid thoughts. But it wasn’t enough. And so you found yourself outside of Spencer’s room, ready to break your one rule.
When he opened the door he was wearing just a pair of boxers and an old CalTech t-shirt. His hair was messy and his eyes a little bloodshot, telling you he’d been sleeping.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” You chewed on your bottom lip.
“It’s ok.” He offered you a sleepy smile. “Is everything alright?”
“It’s been a month.” You shrugged, giving him your best sultry smirk. “I’ve missed you.”
You watched the way his Adam’s apple dipped as he swallowed a thick lump in his throat. His eyes moved down your body, raking up and down your skimpy shorts and tank top. When they settled back on your own eyes, the tiredness had vanished.
“We’re on a case.” He croaked, his voice cracking a little.
“Exigent circumstances.” You shrugged again. “It’s been a freaking month.”
For a second, Spencer looked as though he may argue with you and send you away empty handed. He swallowed again, looking over your shoulder as if to check no one was around, before he took hold of your wrist and pulled you inside his room.
As soon as the door was closed behind you, he attacked you with his lips, the most ferocious kiss he’d ever bestowed on you. It was so much more like the way Luke always used to kiss you, that desperate and hurried passion, as opposed to the gentle way in which Spencer normally kissed you.
It wasn’t long at all before you were helping each other out of your clothes and dragging him towards the bed. Usually Spencer would spend a long time pleasuring you with his fingers or his tongue before you got to the main event but you had no patience for that tonight.
He tried to kiss down your chest, heading south down your body to eat you out, which usually you would have been all for. But not tonight. You gripped his face as his tongue swirled around your nipple and pulled him back so you could kiss him, parting your legs and hooking them over his thighs. His hard cock nestled between your legs and you grinded against him.
“Please, Spence,” you spoke against his lips. “Please just fuck me.”
“Are you sure?” He mumbled.
“Yes. Yes, it’s been too long.” You arched your back, helping him line himself up.
He pulled back from the kiss and looked down at you, questioning you with his eyes as if to make sure this was what you wanted. But you’d never been surer of anything.
Spencer nodded his head, placing his hands either side of your head on the pillow for leverage as he pressed himself between your legs. He was slow in his movements, inching his way inside of you delicately and you wanted to scream at him to fuck you harder. But you refrained and let Spencer set the pace. At least at first you did.
It was only a matter of minutes before you started thrusting up to meet him, digging your fingernails into his ass cheeks. You moved your lips to his ear and nibbled on the lobe.
“Spencer for the love of god, fuck me like you mean it.” You growled into his ear.
Spencer hissed a little at your words, surprised by your request. But he didn’t deny it, he’d never deny you anything. As if some kind of switch flipped in Spencer, he grabbed your thighs a little roughly and moved them from where they were around his waist to over his shoulders. His eyes were practically black as he looked down at you, taking hold of your hips as he began thrusting hard and fast.
You moaned so loudly the walls practically shook. You didn’t know Spencer had this in him, maybe you should have said something sooner. The way in which he roughly fucked you was so reminiscent of Luke you couldn’t help but let your eyes flutter closed and picture him on top of you. You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t, but once you saw his face you couldn’t stop.
“You’re so good for me, Y/L/N. So fucking good for me.” His voice rang out in your ears. “My good fucking girl. Tell me what a good girl you are.”
“I’m your good girl, Sarg.”
You came in record time, only just biting your tongue from calling out Luke’s nickname when you did so. Spencer looked suitably proud of himself when he pulled out and rolled down next to you in the bed.
“Damn, I didn’t know I was that good.” He chuckled, pulling you close so he could kiss your forehead.
The tears pricked at your eyes as you snuggled against his chest to hide your face from him. What the hell were you playing at, thinking of Luke while Spencer fucked you? You were in over your head, Luke’s presence had fucked with your mind. It would get easier, you promised yourself it wouldn’t happen again.
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Trouble
Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Summary: Reader decides to cause a little trouble on vacation.
Category: SMUT (18+)
Warnings: Language, sex (dom!Spencer, hair pulling, spanking, female masturbation, rough sex, light choking, oral sex- male receiving, crying during sex, degradation, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cum play / if I missed anything, please let me know!)
Word Count: 6.6k
Full Requests:
+ “...this is for dom spencer/post prison spencer!! okay so you guys are all out with the team on like a team vacation type thing! you decide to wear the cutest and smallest black bikini and tease spencer the whole day. and i mean tease him!! after you guys all separate off for the night he punishes you! spanks you and fucks you until you’re a whimpering mess! maybe you even fall into sub space and his aftercare is 10/10 amazing!!” — @slutforthegubes
+ “A one-shot for reader being bratty for being clingy in front of the team, so then he punishes her by spanking, edging ect?” — @smexyreid
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NOTE: I actually had a fluff planned for today, but I’ve been feeling rather ~spicy~ lately, so I hope this is alright 😉😂
***
Normally you didn't like to get into trouble on vacations. And really, who did? Vacations were meant to be relaxing, a way to kick back, relax, and take a break from the monotony of day-to-day life. Not to mention you and the team were far over-due for one of those breaks.
So naturally, your instincts would tell you to do just that: relax. Right?
Wrong.
You couldn't help it. As of late, your sex life was getting... interesting, to say the least. And now more than ever you were always in the mood for trouble; Whether it meant purposely bending over in the office (right in front of your boyfriend, where everyone else was in the room and he couldn't do anything about it) or touching yourself without permission, also sometimes right in front of him.
Bottom line: right now you were looking for trouble. And you knew exactly where to find it.
Trouble, in this case, took the form of a skimpy black bikini you'd spotted while shopping for the trip. it was barely a bathing suit at all, held together by thin strings that you knew would fall apart with just a mere little tug. And if that wasn't enough to entice you, it had little lace detailing that you knew would drive him insane.
Your body practically burned with desire as it sat in a bag in the backseat of your rental car, Spencer's hand on your thigh burning equally as hot.
"You feel really warm," he noted, giving your leg a comforting squeeze. "Are you okay? If you're not feeling well we can stay behind..."
"No, I'm fine," you answered truthfully with a smile. "I'm just really excited to take some time off. Lord knows we need it."
"Yeah, I know... I just wish we weren't going somewhere so... water-y..."
You laughed, placing your hand on top of his and giving it the same reassuring squeeze he'd given you. "It'll be fun. Trust me, you'll have a great time."
He didn't sound so sure about that, but he didn't know the plan you had cooked up. He was going to have fun on this trip whether he thought so or not.
***
The resort was beautiful. Hell, beautiful was nowhere near the right word for it. It was everything you'd always dreamed about, just like those fancy commercials that showed people in big pools, surrounded by palm trees and workers with white polo shirts who brought you whatever you wanted.
And the hotel rooms you stayed in? They were immaculate. It may have seemed like you were exaggerating, but honestly, you felt like a princess. The bed was just about the most comfortable thing you'd ever had the pleasure of laying on, the view was incredible, sweeping over the resort with a beautiful sunrise every morning, and the complimentary robes and towels were heavenly.
You never wanted to leave.
"Remind me to give Rossi a big hug the next time I see him," you sighed as you rolled over in bed and snuggled into Spencer's side.
He laughed softly into your hair and pulled you closer. "I know it's only been a day, but I could stay here forever. In this bed, with you..."
You smiled, feeling your heart warm at his words. "Me, too... But if you think you're gonna get out of today by being charming, then you're sorely mistaken."
Yesterday, the day you all arrived, you made a plan with Spencer: that first day would be spent settling in and having dinner with the team, going out for drinks and relaxing. And then the next day (today), you were all going to spend the day outside, enjoying the sun and enjoying each others' company. He wasn't too fond of the idea spending all day outside in the heat, but you were sure that by the end of the night he would have found it very rewarding.
Because today was the day you were initiating your plan. Since you would be in public (and you knew your boyfriend wasn't a fan of being too publicly affectionate), you were going to tease him as much as you could. You knew it would kill him, not being able to touch you in front of everyone, and you also knew it would make him mad. Most likely, he would warn you to drop it, and you would feign innocence, continuing on your merry way and proceed with the plan. And if you knew him as well as you thought, chances are he would tolerate you all day, barely putting up with your antics until you were alone for the night.
And then? Then you were hoping he would punish the hell out of you. Because honestly, nothing got your blood pumping faster than when he called you names... When he spanked you, or choked you, or refused to let you come. Or even when he did the opposite and made you orgasm so many times you cried from the overstimulation.
But you knew that whatever punishment he decided this time, it was going to be absolutely delicious.
Just the thought of it made you clench your thighs together, and Spencer seemed to notice; He brought one of his hands down to rest between them, feeling the dampness that was forming through the fabric of your underwear.
"Someone's excited this morning," he mused, pressing a kiss to your forehead as his middle finger pushed the fabric aside and gently glided through your pussy.
You sucked in a breath, nuzzling into his neck and failing to hide a smile. "Well, since we're gonna be out and about all day, don't you think we should do something about that?"
Spencer laughed again, this time slipping his finger all the way inside you, causing you to gasp out.
"That sounds like a fantastic idea, princess."
***
To say you were anxious would have been an understatement.
Because of the material of your cover-up dress, no one could see what you had on underneath unless you took it off. In reality it was more like a summer dress, landing just above the knee in a pretty black floral pattern. Your hair was up in a clip for easy taking-down, and cheap dollar-store sunglasses sat firmly on the bridge of your nose.
And just the knowledge of what was hiding beneath your seemingly innocent get-up had your stomach twisted in knots. Even as Spencer swung your hand in his as the two of you made your way to the lounge area, you pictured that same hand fisting the sheets as his wrapped around your throat while he fucked you absolutely senseless.
You hadn't even realized you were squeezing his hand so tight until he wiggled his fingers and gently nudged you with his shoulder. "You've been... squirmy and tense lately, are you sure you're alright?"
Your hand loosened its grip on his, and then you brought them up to kiss the back of his hand. "I'm fine, just excited to be in the sun all day, that's all."
There was some degree of truth to your words, but he didn't have to know that.
So, to convince him you really were fine, you practically jumped once you reached the gateway to the pool and lounge area, spotting all your friends as they waved you over. Spencer laughed as you parted from him and started walking a little faster.
"Someone's eager," Rossi mused from his chair, a glass of lemonade in his hand.
As Spencer approached behind you, Luke snickered. "Not eager enough, apparently. They're late. What were you lovebirds up to, eh?"
"Alvez, if you have to ask, you probably couldn't handle the answer," Tara said with a snicker of her own.
Funny thing was, she was absolutely right. And it made your stomach twist into even bigger knots just thinking about what happened just an hour before you left the room.
Thankfully the mood was kind enough to shift, courtesy of JJ removing her sheer cover-up and taking her sunglasses off with them. "Anyone up for a light morning swim before more people show up?"
You weren't sure whether or not it was a good idea... Did you want to start your teasing so early on that by the end of the day it was going to be an even bigger struggle to keep your hands off of Spencer, silently begging him to whisk you away and have his way with you? But what if he held out and decided to cut the day off early? If that was the case, he'd most likely drag out your punishment for hours, and is that something you wanted?
Your mind swam in a current of filthy images and possible scenarios, all of which were too damn good to pass up.
So, you counted yourself in and handed Spencer your bag, to which he gladly took and then planted a kiss on your forehead.
You waited until he was settled down, sitting at the table with Rossi—who also decided to hang back—to start removing your accessories.
The first to go was the sunglasses, easy and still unsuspicious. You were going to remove the hairclip first, but then an idea came to mind, so you easily slid out of the cover-up and let it fall to the ground.
Spencer's jaw dropped open at about the same speed, though he quickly closed it to seemingly remain unbothered. The smallest of smirks played across your lips as you bent down to pick the garment up. And you took your sweet time, purposely struggling to get it between your fingers. At one point, you had it halfway up before you 'accidentally' dropped it again, mumbling a curse under your breath.
But eventually you gave up the charade, successfully grabbing the dress and holding it out to Spencer. "Would you put this in my bag for me, babe?"
"Uh huh," he muttered, his hands practically shaking when he took it from you.
To add sugar to the pot, you took a step towards him and kissed him chastely on the mouth, just before taking the clip from your hair and shaking it out like in the movies. Truthfully you weren't sure if it was as sexy as they always made it seem, but judging by your boyfriend's inability to look at you, you figured it did the trick.
You turned and made your way to the pool then, leaving him behind with a little extra spring in your step.
***
Your swim extended until lunch time at around noon, where everyone gathered at their table. There were about thirty of these tables all around the pool, each attaching a tall umbrella to keep from the sun.
Though Spencer had seemed rattled and more shocked than anything at your outfit reveal before, now he just seemed calm. Oddly calm.
As you opened a beer, you looked over at him. "You okay, baby?"
"Yep. I'm all good."
He clearly wasn't. His hand twitched under the table, and it made your stomach flutter with butterflies as you wondered what he was thinking. Was he thinking about fucking you out here in front of everyone? Was he imagining and concocting ways to make sure you knew how much of an affect you had on him later? The thought of all of it excited you to the point of squirminess again.
It was safe to say that Spencer noticed. His hand reached out and brushed your knee about ten minutes into lunch, and it sent a jolt of electricity through you. He was never this way in public, but now he was full-on gripping your knee under the table and slowly sliding it up and up and up...
"Excuse me? Do you guys have an extra chair we could use by chance?" A voice sounded from the other side of you, and you jumped as Spencer quickly removed his hand from you.
But then you got another idea.
"Oh, here, you can use mine," you told the voice, which belonged to a middle-aged woman in a blue one-piece and a sun hat.
"Are you sure? I don't want to be any trouble..."
You stood up and smiled at her, handing over your chair as you insisted. "It's not a problem. Really."
"Thank you," she returned with a smile. "Have a great day."
"You, too!" you called as she walked off with the chair. You turned to Spencer with a smile. "You don't mind if I sit on your lap, right?"
He didn't answer, only shifted in the chair, and that gave you all the permission you needed. So you promptly sat down between his legs, and you snuggled as close to him as you could, making sure to wiggle a little more than needed without being too obvious as your friends continued chatting. Spencer's left hand gripped your hip so tightly you thought he was going to leave bruises.
That excited you more than it probably should have.
So to test your luck, you placed your hand over the top of his and drew little patterns into the back of his hand. Your other hand worked at occasionally grabbing fries to eat.
What you didn't expect was for Spencer to ask for one. Really, you didn't think much of it, though those butterflies returned in your lower belly when he ate the fry right out of your hand, bringing his face to rest right above your shoulder. Before he pulled away, he whispered just inconspicuously enough to avoid raising any red flags.
"Watch yourself, princess..."
He hissed out the nickname so harshly it made you shudder, and your thighs clenched under the table as he leaned back again.
Just in time for someone to talk.
"Why, you two are awfully clingy today." It was Penelope, giggling through a bright pink bendy straw.
You decided to play off of that, smiling and leaning back to press yourself fully against him. "This is our first vacation together, I guess I'm just excited," you said sweetly.
Spencer lightly kissed your cheek, but his hand squeezed your bare hip again. A warning not to push it.
"You know, Will and I haven't had a vacation in a while. It's kind of a bummer he had to work, otherwise we could've taken the kids." JJ pouted playfully before taking a fry.
"We'll definitely have to plan for another one of these in the future," Penelope offered happily.
You wiggled your hips just the tiniest bit as your head dropped onto Spencer's shoulder. "I agree."
His fingers were gripping your hip with brutal force now, and to cover a yelp, you faked a cough. He eased his grip, settling on splaying his entire hand flat across it instead. Its warmth mixed with the knowledge of how big it was made you all warm inside. And, God, if you didn't want to fake being sick so you could drag him up to the hotel room right then...
But you held on, ready for phase two of your plan.
While swimming before, You decided with Luke, Penelope, Tara, Matt, and Emily that a game of water-volleyball was in your future. JJ offered to call points while the rest of you, in teams, played against each other. Despite their efforts to get Rossi and Spencer to join, they both declined, but in a way you were thankful.
Being in action might just be the thing you needed to finally push him over the edge.
So soon after lunch, you all moved over to the open water-volleyball pool. JJ, Spencer, and Rossi all sat at the edge on lounge chairs to watch while you divided into two teams, Penelope, Luke, and Emily on one side, you, Tara, and Matt on the other.
Truth be told, during the game you almost completely forgot about the other little game that you were playing with Spencer—the one only you two knew about. You were quite content and happy having fun with your friends for so long that it was a distant memory.
But at one point, Matt lifted you out of the water to hit the ball, his hands firmly gripping your waist to help you do it. And you didn't think anything of it until you realized your second, and probably your most fatal, mistake.
You'd successfully spiked the ball and scored the winning point, to which your team loudly cheered. And when Matt brought you back down into the water, you flung your arms around his neck in a hug. He lifted you out of the water again as he hugged you, and over his shoulder, you spotted Spencer.
He was furious.
No one would have been able to tell, of course, but you knew. You'd seen that look before, when you were teasing him badly enough that it warranted a pretty severe punishment.
You may have won the volleyball game, but in the process you inadvertently won another game, one that excited you far more and presented you with the grand prize of one very long night.
***
Spencer was quiet with you the rest of the day. After the game, you all decided to just lay out in the sun for a few hours. Occasionally, you would sneak a glance at your boyfriend to find him in that oddly calm state again, the one that borderline scared and excited you at the same time, and for a moment you wondered if maybe you'd gone too far, even if you hadn't intentionally meant to make him jealous.
But if something was truly wrong, he would have told you. You both knew the lines between playful and serious, and this odd calm that Spencer was exuding was most definitely playful.
He only further proved that to be true when you got up to the bar to get a margarita, and you felt a presence behind you.
His hands splayed over your hips and slid forward to your stomach, pulling you back to him. The hardness you felt pressing into the thin material of your bikini made you tremble.
"I want you to finish your drink, and then I want you to meet me in our room. Take your time, princess. I'll be waiting."
Before you could even answer, he was gone, his hand lingering on your body for a moment before he let himself fully walk away. And as you slowly sipped on your drink, chatting a bit with Penelope when she came over, your skin still burned hot from his touch.
***
You took a deep breath before stepping ino the room. Your hands were shaking with excitement and your stomach churned at the sight of him.
He was perched on the bed, freshly showered, wearing nothing but a towel hung low on his hips while he read a book. His hair was wet, towel dried and hanging in soft curls in front of his eyes.
Spencer always took your breath away, but this?
You were in deep shit.
He didn't even look up from his book. He continued flipping the page and gently nodded towards the bathroom door. "Go get a shower ready. I'll be in in a minute."
Your first instinct was to obey. But then again, trouble was what you wanted in the first place, so trouble was what you were going to deliver.
"Why?"
"Because you're covered in chlorine from the pool, and you have to shower." He still didn't look up at you. And that just wouldn't do.
"I'm sure you're right, babe, but I just don't feel like it. And you can't make me."
His eyes flitted up to meet you, just for a brief second before he sighed and shut the book. "Y/N..."
"Spencer..."
"You've been a tease all day, do you really want to make it harder for yourself?" This time he was looking up at you fully, meeting you with a bored expression that was just so fucking hot. You couldn't resist.
"I don't know," you teased, crossing your arms. "Do I?"
"Trust me, princess, you don't..."
You giggled at the nickname and started walking towards him, kicking off your flip flops and uncrossing your arms in the process. "Hmm... I think I do."
"Take another step, see what happens," he offered plainly.
Just for the hell of it, you stopped and then took one giant step forward, bringing you to the edge of the bed where he was sitting. You smiled down at him and felt your insides heat up as he brought his hand out, roughly pulling at the thin fabric of your bikini. He pulled you right on top of him, just for you to be rolled over and pinned on your stomach.
His hands pinned your hands behind your back as he pushed his body into yours, making you whimper out excitedly.
"So be it. Don't make a sound unless I tell you to. Understand?" The sternness in his voice sent another chill through you as you nodded. But then one of his hands came up and tugged on your hair, pulling your neck back. "Answer me."
"I understand," you said, though not without making it sound like you were bored.
That only seemed to make him more mad, which of course was a win for you. He tugged your hair harder, causing you to yelp out with a masochistic laugh.
"Something funny?" he inquired evenly.
"You're cute when you're mad," you offered with a shit-eating grin, wiggling your ass against him.
This time, instead of pulling your head back, he shoved it down into the mattress, his hand shifting to hook his middle finger around your cheek and into your mouth. "You're cute when you shut up and obey me... But I have a feeling you're not going to be very good for me tonight, are you princess?"
You only hummed around his finger in response, clenching your pussy around nothing as your body suddenly went wild with a wave of pleasure at his words.
"That's what I thought... Let's see how well you take your spankings, maybe then I'll go easy on you later."
He wasted no time then, yanking your swim bottoms down and running his hand over the curve of your ass.
"Let's see... One—" SMACK. "—for making a show of wearing this slutty little bikini."
To keep it interesting, you wiggled your ass for more, and he returned the favor by spanking you even harder than the last time. "Two, for giving away your chair just to sit in my lap." Very quickly after, he administered another one, following with, "Three, for teasing me at lunch in front of our friends."
"But I d—"
SMACK. "Four, for interrupting me," he said quietly. And with the way his hand was rubbing over your stinging skin, he was no doubt admiring his work so far. He even hummed, lifting his hand occasionally, leading you to think he was going to spank you again— Only for him to settle on rubbing over your ass again.
He was drawing this out. Taking his time. Seeing how antsy you would get.
Needless to say, it was working.
Your hands, which were still pinned behind your back by Spencer's other hand, started to flex, and you whimpered out in want.
"What's the matter, princess?" he cooed.
"I... I want you," is all you could think to say. Because you really did.
"Bad girls don't get what they want. Especially brats. So tell me, do you think I'm going to give you what you want?"
You were supposed to answer him, but in the name of trouble, you remained silent.
He waited for an answer that never came. And when he was tired of waiting, realizing what you were doing, Spencer spanked you again. "Five, for not answering me."
Before you could do or say anything, he landed another slap to your ass. "And six, for having Matt's hands all over you."
You couldn't help it. You laughed. "Oh, that got to you, huh? His hands were nice and big. Reminded me of y—ah!"
He spanked you again, hard. Tears stung behind your eyes and you smiled through them.
"Seven," he growled. "For being a fucking brat."
You took a few deep breaths before speaking again. "Aw, are you jealous? You really think I would—fuck!"
Another spank. "Eight. Don't you dare get it to ten." It was obvious that he was challenging you. Either that, or you were just looking for trouble so badly that you were willing to hear his words as a challenge. But regardless, you challenged him back with one simple, breathy word.
"Nine."
SMACK. "Nine. You must really be looking for trouble, huh?"
You laughed, wiggling your ass one more time. "You don't even know the half of it."
Spencer spanked you one last time, harder than all the rest of them, and you actually yelped out, squeezing your eyes shut.
"Ten. Now get in the shower, or I'll make it double."
You thought about it, but a shower actually sounded really good, and it would give you a chance to breathe before he utterly wrecked you in a little while.
"Okay," you offered, slumping against the bed loosely to show him your surrender. He gently let go of you then, rubbing over your ass a few times before pulling away from you and helping you stand.
"You want me to put something on that now or later?" he asked gently, brushing the hair from your face.
"Later," you returned with a wink and a smile.
He huffed a laugh before gently smacking your ass one more time and sending you off in the shower.
***
As excited as you were for the rest of the evening, you were tempted to take as long in the shower as you wanted, just to see what Spencer would do. But you decided to just take a shower normally, rinsing out your hair just as you always did. You quickly washed up your body, wincing a bit at the sting of your ass under the soap and warm water.
And then you started thinking about how exhilarated you felt as he punished you. Each sharp, warm smack of his hand on your skin made you feel utterly electric and wet. It was a wonder you weren't actually dripping down your leg and onto the bed at how badly you wanted him.
The thought sent your hand down to said wetness. You really shouldn't have been touching yourself, but you were practically burning for him, melting at the amount of teasing you'd done today and the anticipation that came with every move. Your hand was relentless, looking for its own trouble as you moaned out as quietly as you could. The water was still cascading down your back as you rubbed tight, fast circles on your clit, hoping to get fast relief.
And then a knock came at the door.
"I want you out here in five minutes!"
Sure enough, Spencer's voice was enough to finally push you off the edge, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. But as soon as it subsided, you turned the water off and got out to dry yourself off.
Hopefully he wouldn't ever find out what you've done. But the devious side of you really wanted to know what he'd do if he did.
With that thought flooding your brain, you quickly finished drying off and walked out into the bedroom to find Spencer waiting on the bed again. His towel was still wrapped around his waist, and it gave you an idea.
You winked and dropped your own towel, revealing yourself fully to him.
"Did I ask you to drop the towel?" he chastised.
"Nope," you replied, placing your hands on your hips.
"Then why did you do it?"
You decided to take the mocking route, drawling out an overexaggerated, "Because I'm a dirty little whore, and I need you to put your big cock inside me."
"Are you done?"
He looked bored again, and it made you want him even more. So you said, "No. Once your cock is in me, I wa—"
"Were you touching yourself in the shower?"
Holy fuck.
"No."
Spencer stood up and glided over to you until he was towering over you, clearly unbelieving of your blatant lie. "No?"
"No," you repeated, the tiniest of smirks forming on your lips.
Without warning, his hand was between your legs, and a gasp left you as he found your clit, rubbing it almost exactly the same way you'd been earlier. You couldn't help the strangled moan that left your mouth, and he smirked knowingly.
"Yep. Those are definitely the sounds I heard."
And then he removed his hand, making you whine at the loss of contact. "I'm sorry," you whispered, hoping he'd return, if only to punish you for what you did by overstimulating you.
He seemed to have another idea, though.
"You're sorry?"
"Mhm," you whimpered, reaching out to grab his hand. "I'm so sorry."
When you had hold of his hand, he took control, gripping your wrist and pushing it away, and then he grabbed your shoulder. "Then why don't you get on your knees—" he pushed on your shoulder and you obliged happily, "—and show me how sorry you are..."
Your pussy throbbed around nothing as you looked up at him, eagerly waiting for his towel to drop. But he didn't move, and it was clear that he was waiting on you to do it.
So you yanked the towel down and marveled at how hard and ready he was. Your head seemed to move of its own accord, like it was magnetically drawn to his dick, and you weren't complaining. And then your tongue flattened and licked a broad stripe underneath him, before you quickly made work of taking him completely into your mouth.
It didn't take long to start a nice rhythm bobbing up and down, occasionally looking up to see him. Again, he looked bored, and though that would have spurred you on before, now you were desperate to please. So you worked your mouth faster, slacking your jaw and taking him in deeper, using your hands to keep yourself steady by gripping the back of his thighs. You moaned and gagged around him, yet kept your pace up regardless.
"Come on, princess, you can do better than that," he teased, fisting your hair and holding you down on his cock. "Apologize like you mean it."
He released your hair then, and you pulled back to take a breath of air before spitting obscenely on his dick and quickly stroking him with your hand. "I'm sorry, baby, I'm so so sorry," you whined, right before taking his balls in your mouth. You kept at that for a few moments before going to take him in your mouth again.
This time you were meaningful in every single movement, taking him in slow and deep. Each time he hit the back of your throat you held yourself there and choked around him as long as you could, tears falling from your eyes. And then you'd pull away slowly, swirling your tongue around his tip before repeating.
Eventually though, he pulled you away completely and studied you as you sat there, knelt on the floor in front of him with red eyes, and tears and spit completely coating your face. Your lips were glistening and puffy as you panted, whispering soft apologies.
"What a good girl," Spencer mused, brushing hair from your eyes and wiping tears from your cheeks. "I accept your apology. Come here."
His gentle voice all but pulled you to him as you stood on shaky knees. He hadn't even really done anything to you yet, and you were already a mess. That fact made you smile.
You wiped most of the mess from your face and nodded. "So, what's my reward?"
Spencer huffed a laugh. "For being a brat? Nothing."
"Aw, but I thought I earned your forgiveness..." You pouted playfully, and he pulled you closer by the waist.
"Yeah, well you're being cocky, so I take it back."
Before you could say anything, he kissed you, bringing both of his hands up to cradle the sides of your head. You all but melted into him and let him lead you to the bed, where you were turned around and bent over again.
He used his leg to spread yours apart, right before bringing a hand to the nape of your neck. As he grabbed a fistful of your hair and gently tugged your head back, his other hand fell between your legs and gently parted you.
"You ready, princess?"
"Uh huh," you whined back, right as he pushed forward and glided his cock through your pussy. He waited, making you anticipate that sweet moment when he'd finally enter you, and you could tell he was enjoying every second. You wiggled against him, and he yanked your hair.
"Ah-ah, be patient... Be patient..."
He continued just sliding himself through your opening until you weren't expecting it. And then he slammed into you, eliciting a loud moan from the back of your throat.
"Sh, shh," Spencer expressed, releasing your hair and sliding his hand to cover your mouth. "Everyone's going to hear you, princess, you need to keep quiet. Can you do that for me?"
"Mhm," you mumbled against his hand, letting out a strangled sigh when he placed it on your shoulder instead. He kept up a nice, hard pace pounding into you, each slap of his hips against your burning ass just the right amount of pain to be pleasant. And you were thankful for the bed underneath you, because if you didn't have it, you'd surely have buckled under the weight of your knees already.
Feeling how limp you were in his grasp, Spencer used both his hands to wrap around the front of your throat, keeping you upright as your hands pressed into the mattress.
"Tell me, princess, do you think you deserve to come so soon?"
You were so caught up in how hard and deep he was fucking you that you were pretty sure it wouldn't matter what you told him— you were going to orgasm regardless, because there was no way you could even fathom trying to hold it in. Whether or not Spencer would show you any mercy at that point was a mystery.
You were just going to have to find out.
"I—I... Ohhhh..."
You heard him laugh lowly, and it made you clench around him. "Oh, it hasn't even been five minutes, and I've already fucked you so dumb you can't even speak? Huh?"
You whined in response, letting your head fall to the side as you tried to look at him. And you barely caught a glimpse of his hair as he continued speaking. "Aw... My poor little princess... That's what you get, isn't it? When you act like a dirty little whore..."
He was recalling what you'd teased earlier, and it brought you closer to the edge more than you liked to admit.
"Uh... huh," you whined out, dangerously close to coming undone.
"Alright then, princess. Come for me, show me what you got."
Unsurprisingly, it didn't take very long for that to happen. You let out a string of whimpers and cries as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hands slightly tightening around your throat as well. Every sensation was blinding and intense, just like you knew it'd be, even if it was only your second orgasm of the night.
And you had a decent suspicion that it wasn't going to be your last.
Even after you were done, Spencer kept at it, relentlessly fucking you into the mattress until your legs were surely numb. Your knees were still sore from being on the floor before, and likewise, your ass was still burning. Not to mention the overstimulation you were experiencing as one of his hands moved down to rub at your clit.
Eventually though, he stopped, and you weren't sure why. But then he flipped you around, laying you on the edge of the bed and leaning over you, his hands brushing more of the tears from your cheeks.
"I wanna see your pretty little eyes when I come, okay? You think you can keep 'em open for me, princess?"
"Mhm," you whined out as he pushed into you again.
He settled on a slow pace that built and built until he was fucking you fast and hard and incredibly deep. His entire body leaned into yours as he snapped his hips forward over and over again, brutal in their goal to completion. You kept whining out, feeling another orgasm coming quickly as you let yourself succumb to him.
"That's it, princess, you're taking it so well. We're almost done..." He whispered comforts into your temple, moments before you reached your peak once more. You shook violently underneath him, which was all he needed to finish himself.
He pulled back and looked into your eyes, filled with tears at the overstimulation, as he snapped his hips forward once, twice, and then three times before letting go. He held himself inside of you, moaning out while looking into your eyes. The feel of his cock throbbing and spilling over inside of you was just about the most comforting thing in the world right then, accompanied by soft brushes of his fingers through your hair and even softer declarations of love.
Long after he stayed inside of you, catching his breath, Spencer pulled out and examined you, the way your body glistened perfectly with the right amount of sweat. Your chest heaved, each dip and curve and peak of your breasts slowly rising and falling as you trembled. He slid down your body, until finally his eyes caught sight of your pussy, glistening and dripping with his cum. It absolutely wrecked him in the best way possible, so much so that he couldn't help himself.
He brought his hand to your opening, gently scooping up his cum and gathering it onto the pads of his fingers. You moaned out as he did it, and he knew then exactly what he wanted.
"Open up, princess," he pried softly, bringing his fingers to your mouth. You gladly did what you were told and sighed out as he glided them over your tongue, practically spoon-feeding you his cum. He pumped his fingers in and out of your mouth slowly, feeling every vibration on your tongue from the sounds you made. And then he did it again, bringing his fingers back to your pussy to gather more of his mess.
He did this until it was pretty much all gone, and truthfully, you would have let it go on forever. The intimacy of it all, the soft and sensual way in which he explored and watched you, and the love you felt for each other all wrapped up in a shiny, red bow was the perfect end to a perfect day.
You would have fallen asleep, but Spencer was gently nudging your arm. "Hey, you," he said gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. "I think it's time to run us a bath, don't you think?"
"Sure," you agreed quietly with a smile. "And then we can sleep, right?"
"I think the team might get mad at us for ditching dinner, but I'm willing to risk that."
With a laugh, you reached over and kissed him. "Good. I love you, Spencer."
"I love you, too, princess."
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is that a tattoo? [luke alvez x reader]
luke alvez x fem!reader
warnings: none
word count: 0.6k
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Y/N always made sure to wear shirts that covered her shoulders, often opting for a tee shirt on sunny days, instead of a tank top. The reason being was she had a small secret and she didn't want the team to know about it. It had been a drunken mistake, something she had no memory of except for the constant reminder that resided on her shoulder blade. She wasn't ashamed of the tattoo, but she knew that once the team knew about it she'd be bombarded with questions and possibly made fun of. She also liked the idea of having a secret that no one on the team knew about.
Well that was the plan anyway. Y/N had been injured during a fight with an unsub, and the unsub had managed to scratch cut Y/N on her back. Luckily, it wasn't deep enough for it to be a major issue, but just enough to cause her some pain. She was currently sitting in the back of an ambulance, waiting for the paramedic to check out the wound as the rest of her team finished up at the crime scene.
"How are you doing?" Luke said, walking up to Y/N and smiling at her. He froze when he saw her shoulder."Woah."
"What?" Y/N asked, alarmed by the sudden change in his demeanor, instantly thinking that the gash on her back was worse than she thought it was.
"Is that a tattoo?" Luke all but shouted. Y/N quickly clamped a hand over his mouth, looking to see if he got anyone's attention. Everyone was still milling about, tying up loose ends. Y/N sighed when she concluded no one heard him.
"Yes, it is," Y/N said, removing her hand from Luke's mouth. "But you cannot tell anyone!"
"I won't. Can I look at it?" Y/N nodded. Luke stepped behind her to admire the black ink on her shoulder. He was taken aback by how simple yet beautiful the tattoo was. He stared at the small moon and stars drawn neatly on her back for a few more seconds before breaking the silence. "Can I touch it?"
Y/N's breath caught in her throat, as she nodded again. Soon after, she felt Luke's calloused finger tracing the outline of the tattoo slowly. It was unspoken that her and Luke were more than just friends and teammates. The two always worried about the other when they were separated, they constantly needed to be around each other, sometimes even going as far as to share a motel room if they had to. Y/N relaxed into Luke's delicate touch, feeling calmer than she had all day.
"It's really beautiful, Y/N/N," Luke whispered, his finger still on her tattoo. He paused before mumbling, "almost as beautiful as you."
"Thank you," Y/N muttered, her cheeks turning red. She turned so she could see him, the two making eye contact for a brief second.
"So, you never answered my question," Luke said, clearing his throat.
"Oh, right! I'm okay. My back is in a tiny bit of pain, but I'll live," Y/N said, smiling at him. "Looks like you won't be getting rid of me anytime soon."
"Good," Luke laughed before leaning in to press a kiss to Y/N's forehead. When he pulled away, Y/N looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, smashing her lips onto his. They both pulled away after a few seconds, and Luke rested his forehead on Y/N's. He looked into her eyes before admitting, "I thought I lost you."
"I know," Y/N whispered. "I thought so too, but I'm safe and I'm here."
"I love you, Y/N." Luke said, unable to hide his feelings for her any longer.
"I love you, too," Y/N said before kissing him again.
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Brothers
In which, Luke develops feelings for Matt’s little sister.
Luke Alvez x Reader, Brother!Matt Simmons x Reader
Warnings: fem!reader, sibling banter, cm level of case details/violence, mentions of death, guns and gunshots, lots of pining, mentions of pregnancy and birth, kissing.
Category: fluff with a little bit of angst
Word Count: 3.5k
Author’s Note: combined this request and this request to come up with this :)
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The phone rang at what felt like quite literally the crack of dawn. “What?” you groaned when you picked up. “Where are you?” your brother’s voice filled your ear from the other side of the phone.
“In bed, where else would I be at..” you pulled the phone away from your ear to check the time “5:56 in the morning?”
Matt chuckled, “do you know a girl named Jenna Parker?” he asked.
“I do, why ? Oh god, you're not cheating on Kristy right ? I swear if you’re calling to lie for you Matthew, I'll-” he cut you off.
“Shut up y/n and what did I tell you about calling me Matthew? I’m not cheating on Kristy you idiot, Jenna was killed last night” you sat up in bed, “What ? I saw her at dinner last night”
“Stay where you are and get dressed. Agents will be at the hotel to collect your team for questioning” he told you.
“Matt I had nothing to do with this, you know that right ?”
“I know, standard procedure. I’ll see you later” he hung up.
You dragged yourself out of bed and got dressed. Jenna’s face kept reappearing in your thoughts, she had only joined your team recently and she was an absolute sweetheart. She was telling you how excited she was to join the team last night at dinner.
A knock on the door broke your thoughts, you unlocked it assuming that your brother had come to get you.
This was most definitely not your brother.
The man at your door had dark brown hair and tan skin.Something about his eyes made you want to stare into them forever, they were a soft brown mocha colour. He had a piece of paper in his hand, his finger ran across the page, “are you.. y/n?” he asked you
“I am and you are?”
“Agent Luke Alvez, I’m with the BAU. I’m here to pick you up for questioning”
“Oh yeah, get me one second” you turned around and headed back into your room, Luke followed you in. “Ever heard of privacy ?” you picked up your phone and a sweater. “Oh sorry, I can’t let you in here by yourself until we processed you” he explained to you. “Lovely” you pulled on your sweater, he motioned for you to head out of the room.
You stepped out first, he shut your door as the two of you walked down the hallway. “Your last name is Simmons ?” he looked over at you as you got on the elevator. “Mhm hm” you pulled your phone out to text your brother.
To Matt: On my way now. Your friend is weird.
From Matt: Who’s my friend ?
To Matt: Handsome guy with the pretty brown eyes, think his name is Luke
From Matt: stop objectifying my friends, I'll see you soon.
Luke didn't say anything else to you, the drive to the station was quiet except for you conducting your own little interrogation.
“How long have you worked for the BAU ?” you looked out the window,
“About 2 years now. How long have you been swimming ?” he rebutted.
“My whole life”
It did occur to Luke that you might be Matt’s little sister. He knew how proud Matt was of you and your swimming career, he also knew that Matt was supposed to see you this weekend while you were in D.C for training. After all, the sweater did say Simmons on the back, it couldn’t be a coincidence.
Luke walked you into the station, the rest of your team was already there. “Hi, you must be y/n” a tall woman came up to you, she had short brown hair and she looked remarkably good considering how early it was.
“That would be me” you smiled at her, “you are?” she stuck her hand out for you, “Dr. Tara Lewis with the BAU” you shook her hand.
“Nice to meet you Dr. Lewis” “You too”
Tara excuses herself from you, Luke walks you over to a waiting area. All the girls were separated for obvious reasons but with nothing else to do, you figured you’d irritate Luke.
“Why can’t I see the rest of my team?”
“Standard procedure”
“And what is this standard procedure ?”
“It’s-” “Stop harassing him y/n” your brother said as he walked into the room.
You stood up and gave him a hug. It had been so long since you last saw your brother.
“Hey you” he gave you a good squeeze, “hey” you smiled at him.
Matt led you to a room and you took a seat at the table. “I can’t do your questioning because I'm your brother but I'm leaving you in good hands” Luke and Tara walked in a few moments after. “You’re leaving me with pretty eyes over here ? I might just get distracted and forget what he asked” you chuckle, Luke looks away but you manage to catch the blush you comment caused.
“Behave y/n, I'll be back later” Matt kissed the top of your head before walking out.
Luke and Tara sit across from you. “How did you meet Jenna ?” Tara asked you, “she was on my swim team, she joined a few months ago”
“Were the two of you close ?”
“Not really, we didn't hang outside of practice but we got along”
“Is there anyone that would have a reason to hurt Jenna ?” Luke asked this time.
You paused, something Jenna had said to another one of the girls cause caught your attention a while back. “Not that I know of but apparently someone had broken into her apartment a while back. She was telling one of the other girls and I heard them. She moved from there though”
“Do you have the address ? I’ll have Garcia check if she filed a report”
“47 Park Street, not sure what unit was hers” you drummed your fingers against the table. Tara’s phone rang and she excused herself before stepping out of the interrogation room. Luke was also on the phone but he stayed in the room, you took a moment to really look at him. He wore a black button up that fit him far too well for your liking, his hair was messy but not like he had just rolled out of bed, more like his hands had been through it a few times. His tongue ran across his lips while he talked on his phone. Luke's hands rested on the table, he spun the pen on the table around a few times before getting off the call.
God were his hands pretty, the things you’d let him do to you with those hands
“Y/n ?” Luke’s voice broke your thoughts.
“Hm?”
“Do you know if Jenna was seeing anyone ? A boyfriend maybe ?”
“Um no boyfriend but she was seeing a girl she met through our coach”
“Oh okay, do you know her name ?”
“Erica, uh her last name started with a G ? I’m not really sure”
“That’s fine, thank you. I’ll be back” was all he said before stepping out of the room. You watched as he walked out, he stood by the window talking to some skinny guy.
Your definition of the perfect man was Luke and everything he seemed to be, but you doubted that anything could happen between the two of you. He seems to be ignoring your glances and your flirty remarks all morning. Matt was the other issue, never would he ever let you date anyone on his team, let alone one of his close friends.
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“Alvez!” Tara shouts as she meets him up by the suv “Hey, need a ride ? I'm headed to the crime scene” he asks her, she nods before getting in the car. The drive was quiet, Tara kept glancing over at Luke and snickering.
“Okay c’mon, what is it ?”
“Nothing”
“You keep looking at me funny, what happened ? something on my face?” Luke runs his hand over his face, Tara shakes her head.
“Tara, what is it ?”
“Luke, you’ve got a crush on Simmons” she laughs.
“Matt ? I don't have a crush on Matt”
“No you idiot, y/n. You have a crush on y/n”
“What? No I don't”
Okay maybe Luke did have a tiny crush on her but Matt would never approve of him dating his little sister and he wouldn't let a crush affect his work life.
“Alvez, don’t act stupid. I know I wasn't the only one noticing the glances between you two, I saw them since the two of you came in this morning. And that ‘pretty eyes’ comment ? she totally made you blush” Tara chuckled, “she’s into you dude, and you’re into her”
“She’s Matt’s sister Tara, I’m not gonna do that”
“So what if she’s Matt’s sister? She’s her own person. Matt doesn’t control her Luke.”
Luke just hummed, Tara did have a valid point. Y/n was a grown up, she can make her own decisions. So what if Matt was mad at them ?
God Alvez, what are you thinking ? That’s his sister, you couldn’t do that to him.
Luke pulled into the hotel parking lot. He followed Tara inside but he wasn’t paying attention. He was there but he wasn't really there, his mind kept wandering back to y/n.
Oh how he envied Spencer in that moment, he knew that he wouldn't remember how y/n looked exactly when he first met her but he’d keep that memory for as long as he could remember it. Her shuffling feet, her messy hair and her sleep laced voice, she seemed like an angel on earth to him.
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“Kid?” an older man shook your shoulder gently. “Hm, what is it ?” you stretched, you must have fallen asleep after Luke left. “you can leave, maybe get some rest when you get back to the hotel” the man chuckled, and you smiled at him.
“Thank you,” you looked at his badge, “Agent Rossi” you finished your sentence.
“Please just Dave” he smiled and opened the door for you, you stepped out of the room. “You’re Matt’s sister aren’t you ?”
“That would be me”
“He’s outside. He should be able to give you a ride back to the hotel, if not, I'm in here” Dave told you.
“Thank you, it was nice meeting you”
“You too kid” he patted your back and headed in the opposite direction.
You walked out of the station to see your brother and Luke standing by the suv talking about something. “Hey ugly” you poked Matt’s side, “hey tiny” he hit your arm playfully making you pout. “I’m not tiny”
“oh but you are”
“shut it Matthew, I need a ride”
“Where to ?”
“My bed bro, Dave said I could leave”
“You’re on a first name basis with my colleagues?”
“Jealous that they’ll like me better?” you raised your eyebrows and held back a laugh.
“Oh yeah totally oh my god, y/n please don’t take my friends from me” Matt said sarcastically while giving your shoulder a little nudge.
Luke chuckled at the both of you and your banter, it was sweet how close the two of you were.
Your sweet moment was ruined by the sound of bullets hitting the suv. Matt’s first instinct was to wrap his arms around you, Luke stood there with his gun drawn and no one in sight except you and Matt.
“What the hell was that ?” Luke asked, he stepped back taking a look around once more and turned back to you and Matt. “Are you okay ?” Matt asked you with his arms still around you, you nodded. “Are you okay ?” you asked him but your eyes were on Luke. Luke noticed your look and gave you a little nod, “I'm fine, let’s get you back”
Luke left you and Matt in the parking lot with the keys to his suv before heading into the station to get Emily. Matt drove you back to the hotel, you sat in the parking lot with him for a while, Matt was showing you pictures of the kids and how big they’ve gotten. You had yet to meet the newest addition to the Simmons family, the little one that has yet to be born but it’s like the baby is already here. Matt was so excited even though this was the 4th time Kristy would be giving birth.
“You’re going to be okay ?” Matt asked you as he walked you to your room
“Yeah, I'll be okay Matt”
“You know what to do if you need anything right ?”
“Yes Matt, I'll call my super cool FBI agent for a brother to come rescue me” you laughed making Matt roll his eyes.
“That’s exactly what you’ll do, now you’re sure you don’t want to come back to my place ? Kristy and the kids are at home and I’m sure they’d love to see their aunt”
“Hm, maybe. Let me get my stuff ?”
“I’ll help”
Matt walked into your room and helped you gather your things before heading back to the suv and driving you to his place. “Babe!” Matt called as he walked into the house, “Shh the kids just went down for a nap, they were playing outside all day” Kristy told him, giving him a hug.
“Is the case over already ?” she asked him, he shook his head.
“No, just had to bring our guest over”
Right on cue, you walked in with your bags. “Hey pretty lady!” you pulled Kristy into a hug, “Hey you!” she hugged you back, well as best as she could considering she had a huge bump right now. “Ready to pop yet ?” you laughed with your hand on her belly. “Just about, I told him no more after this one” she gave Matt a look and he just shrugged.
“I can’t help it, you’re just so-” Matt started but you cut him off
“Gross, gross, gross, gross, gross, I don’t wanna hear that”
Matt and Kristy laughed at your comment, Matt headed back out to work while you helped Kristy make dinner for your little rug rats.
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Luke sat in the conference room when Matt came back. “Hey man, where’s your sister?” he glanced at Matt, “she’s at my place with Kristy and the kids” he told him. Luke let out an ‘oh’ that sounded rather sad.
“You okay man ?”
“Oh yeah, I'm fine”
“Then what’s with the sad look on your face ?”
Matt sat across from Luke waiting for his answer. Luke contemplated if he could tell Matt what was really on his mind or if he should make up something. Would he be mad if I liked her ? The voice rang through his head over and over again. “She’s her own person. Matt doesn’t control her Luke.” Tara’s words came back to him. He should just tell him how he feels, he doesn't want to lie to him.
“Is your sister seeing anyone ?” Luke blurts out much more awkwardly than he’d expected, Matt gave him a weird look.
“I don't think so, why do you ask ?” Matt looked over at him
“Oh just cause the case, gotta cover all the bases” Luke lied
“Are you sure that’s the reason you’re asking me about her ?”
Did Matt know ? No, he couldn't know. He played it cool. Oh what was he thinking? Tara figured it out, Luke’s sure Matt did too.
“What do you mean ?” Luke avoids Matt’s stare, instead he busies himself with the papers scattered across the table.
“You know exactly what I mean Luke.” Luke’s eyes met Matt’s, Luke knew that Matt knew and he couldn't bullshit his way out of this one. “Come on” Matt stood up, Luke mirrored his actions. “Where are we going ?”
“Just come with me”
The two men walked out of the station and got into the car. They were now 15 minutes into their ride and Matt has yet to tell Luke where they're going. Luke looks over at him, “I know you like her” Matt says quietly. “I do” Luke replies.
The rest of the drive is silent, Matt pulls into his driveway.
“Tell her” was all Matt said to him
“Tell her what?”
“Tell her you like her, you both deserve happiness. I trust her judgement, she always did know what was good for her and you, I trust you with my life man, I can trust you with her” Matt told him before getting out of the car. Luke stayed in the car for a few minutes gathering his thoughts before headed into the house.
“Hey” he smiled at Kristy who was in the living room, she looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.
“Hey Luke, how are you ?”
“I’m good, how are you ?”
“Very pregnant” she laughed, Luke chuckled making his way over to her and gave her a hug. Kristy knew why he was there, Matt wasn’t the only one with profiling skills in the house.
“She’s in the backyard” Kristy gave Luke’s hand a squeeze, Luke had an amused look on his face as if Kristy wasn't supposed to know about his crush on y/n. Luke whispered a thank you to her before heading to the backyard.
You sat on the swing hanging from the tree, you had been there when Matt put it up. Kristy had a vision of a swing from her tree and Matt being the husband he is, made her vision a reality. The sound of footsteps filled your ears, too heavy to be Kristy or the kids and too light to be Matt’s, you look up to see Luke standing in front of you.
“Hey there agent, here to arrest me ?” you stick your hands out in front of you, the blush you saw this morning was back. “Kidding Luke, what’s up ?” you asked him, he leaned against the tree watching you swing back and forth.
“Just wanted to see how you were doing after this afternoon”
“Oh the parking lot thing ? I'm fine, are you okay ?”
“I’m good too”
Silence filled the air, you swung back and forth on the swing while your feet dangled above the ground. Luke stood in front of you, his hands on the rope stopping you from swinging again. You looked up at the man who was looking down at you.
“I came here to tell you something” Luke says.
“I’m listening” you look at him.
“I like you” he admits.
“That’s cool, I like you too” you reply casually.
Luke gives you a look, only then did you realize that he meant he liked you, as in he was attracted to you and not he likes you as a friend. “Oh you like like me?” you said making Luke chuckle, “yes y/n, I like like you” he admitted to you.
This whole scene made you feel rather childish in some ways. Your older brother’s friend was towering over you while you sat on a swing like a child and he admitted he had feelings for you, especially after you asked if he “like likes’ you.
“Well for your information, I don’t like you” you said rather bluntly. Luke’s smile dropped from his face. “Oh okay” he turned on his heels and made his way to the fence, you sat on the swing and realized he wasn't coming back towards you.
“Luke!” you shouted as you ran after him, meeting on the front lawn, he stopped and looked at you. “I was only kidding” your hands cupped his face, “I do like you, a lot.” you admitted.
“Do you like like me though y/n?” he asked seriously.
“Yes Luke, I like like you” you rolled your eyes playfully.
Luke pulled you closer to him by your waist as he leaned down towards you. You were on your tiptoes, his hands on your hips to hold you before you toppled over. Luke’s lips met yours right as the sprinklers on the front lawn turned on.
The two of you stood on the lawn, the sprinklers soaking your clothes without a care in the world.
All you could think about was Luke.
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Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader
a joyful future fic
a/n: another one from 2026! aaron retires from federal service this year, at 57.
words: 2.4k
warnings: kids!, missing haley hotchner hours, language
summary: “Every day the increasing weight of years admonishes me more and more, that the shade of retirement is as necessary to me as it will be welcome.” ― George Washington, Farewell Address. au!october 2026
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SSA Mallory Kagan asks you to outline your career with the FBI - purposefully using your first name instead of using your title. It keeps the students guessing and paying attention.
Plus, the payoff when they figure out who you are is the best part of the whole lecture.
“My career at the FBI is more like a big tree than a path or a journey.”
You look out over the classroom - blue shirts abound - and take a deep breath to center yourself.
You’re used to giving this lecture with Aaron, but this is your first fall without him, which also means that this is the first academy class who won’t know him in person.
They’ll only hear tell of the legend SSA Aaron Hotchner was stabbed nine times, lost his wife to a serial killer, and kept going. You know they’ll hear stories about his severity, his general lack of sunniness, hear rumors about the way he laughs with his children, his wife, and nobody else.
You know the older agents tell stories about you, too. They say you ‘tamed’ Hotch, made him a little nicer. They might even say they’ve seen him smile at you, or they’ve seen you give him hell in public.
Aaron Hotchner is practically a myth, now, only supported by your reputation, tall tales from academy classes of yesteryear, and his own legacy.
That retired bastard currently sits in your house with your kids, right on his fine behind, very likely falling into boredom-addled insanity.
“Everything that I am - a parent, a wife, a friend, and an agent - is because of my work with the Behavioral Analysis Unit over the past nineteen years. My unit is my family, and I can’t get rid of them. Just like our own families, we love to hate each other.”
The room laughs, and you know you have them hooked.
“Jokes aside, I would encourage you to get to know your colleagues. Each relationship I built within my unit put a root into the ground, made the proverbial tree stronger - to extend the metaphor. I work with very few of the same people I started with, but I feel as steady and supported as I did back when they called us ‘The Elite Eight.’”
You chuckle a little, clicking through your introductory slide to showcase a photo of the BAU in 2012. You point to each of them as you speak.
“SSA Emily Prentiss, current unit chief of the Behavior Analysis unit and former head of the Interpol London office, responsible for taking down one of the most prolific international arms dealers in modern history.”
The room is quiet, a little awestruck, so you add, “She’s a bit of a big deal.”
They laugh.
“SSA Derek Morgan - you’ll probably hear stories about how he survived the Boston bombing with SSA Gideon in 2005, but don’t worry. He wasn’t there. He was with his momma in Chicago, celebrating her birthday.”
Another laugh.
You’ve honed this routine over the last five years, knowing what to add, when to pause, what to cut if the students lose interest.
“That said, SSA Morgan is one of the best profilers I’ve had the pleasure of working with. Today, he’s a consultant for DC Metro SWAT and is otherwise retired.”
Continuing down the line, “SSA Jennifer Jareau - JJ. Former communications liaison for the BAU, State Department, and DoD. She currently serves with the BAU as a profiler. If any of you are interested in PR or media relations, find an opportunity to speak with her about her experience. Her husband, Will, is a detective with the DC Metro Police and has plenty of stories of his own.”
A student raises a hand, and you give her the go-ahead.
“Sorry for interrupting -“
You stop her. “You didn’t interrupt. You raised your hand. Don’t apologize for taking up space.”
She smiles a little. “Okay. Um, I’m curious. How many people in your unit are married and/or have children? My understanding is that the work-life balance can be difficult in heavy-travel positions like the BAU.”
“It can absolutely be a challenge.” You look back at the photo. “In the course of my career, six of my colleagues have been or were already married and all of them went on to have children.”
“And you?”
You laugh a little, forgetting you’re alone up here. “Right.”
The class laughs, and you point yourself out on the slide.
“I still had my maiden name when this photo was taken, but now I share five children and a last name with SSA Aaron Hotchner.” You throw your thumb at Aaron’s likeness on the screen again for good measure.
You check in with SSA Kagan to make sure you can share everything you usually do with Aaron present - your marriage was often the punchline of your lectures, letting you toe the line of humor a little farther than you normally would.
She nods, a little smile on her face.
“While I wouldn’t necessarily recommend dating your unit chief or marrying your section chief -“ you pause, holding your hands up in surrender to the echo of laughter “- even if they are the same person - you can certainly find the best people without looking too hard.”
Hands shoot up into the air, but that always happens. It’s around this time people start asking the good questions. The people from their course materials and the people in front of them start to link together.
They also figure out that you’re Agent Hotchner. That Agent Hotchner - the one married to the Agent Hotchner.
You look out over the crowd again. “I know you have lots of questions, and I’m happy to confirm or deny any rumors about myself or my family, but,” you pause for dramatic effect. “Hold them for now - you’ll want to know the players before you ask the questions.”
Hands drop, but pens start moving. You continue down the line, skipping over Aaron.
“SSA David Rossi, a founding member of the BAU in the late 1980’s. He worked closely with SSA Jason Gideon, developing a database that we use to this day - one that outlines signatures, modus operandi, and victimology of modern serial killers. SSA Rossi is also well-known for his books - ten of them, in fact, that cover what we do in a kind of…”
You search for a word.
“Conversational format. He retired a couple of years ago, and is a full-time grandpa to all 16 of the BAU offspring.”
A few scattered chuckles pass through the room.
“And then we have Dr. Spencer Reid - I could enumerate his degrees, but we don’t have that kind of time. He’s the smartest person I’ve ever met, and remains an asset to the BAU in the field today.”
You click to another slide - a photo of all of you taken a few weeks ago.
“SSA Matthew Simmons - retired from the United States Army and former member of the FBI International Response Team, or IRT. He’s been with the BAU for ten years now. Like Dr. Reid and SSA Prentiss, he knows multiple languages - which comes in handy.” You look out and raise your eyebrows. “I hope all of you did well in your Spanish classes in high school - you might need it.”
Another laugh.
“SSA Luke Alvez and Technical Analyst Penelope Garcia are another pair that come from, shall we say, nontraditional backgrounds. While Garcia is no longer with the BAU, SSA Alvez is also celebrating his tenth year with us this fall.”
A student raises his hand, and you call on him.
“Isn’t Penelope Garcia the hacker known as The Black Queen? I learned about her work when I was at MIT.”
You snort. “Nice way to slip in you went to MIT, there, bud.” You pause, waiting for the ruckus to die down as the student in question turns bright red. “But yes. Her experience was invaluable to our team. Just to keep up, we stole an analyst from the NSA to replace her - nobody else could cut the mustard.”
You look back, stepping forward and pacing as you speak.”And finally, Dr. Tara Lewis. Formerly working in the FBI Counsel’s office as a forensic psychologist, she joined our team on cases where specific pathologies were in play before becoming a full-fledged member of our team.
“So, as you can see, there are so many varied qualities we look for in profilers, and your own path will be informed by the skills you develop, your temperament, and your dedication to the work itself. There’s no right way to be an agent, and when you leave the academy in five weeks, the whole world of the bureau will be open to you.”
Clicking back to your introductory slide, you turn to the front of the classroom. “I know all my colleagues well enough to take any questions you may have about their careers and paths through the bureau. For any questions I can’t answer, I am happy to direct you to them with the understanding they may not get back to you due to our caseload. I’ll take your questions now.”
Hands shoot up into the air, and you specifically call on the student in the back - the one you know has a question about Aaron.
“So, when you say SSA Aaron Hotchner, you mean the same one that worked the Boston Reaper case for ten years?”
SSA Kagan checks in with you, ready to shut him down, but you call her off.
“That’s right. SSAs Jareau, Morgan, Prentiss, Rossi, Dr. Reid, Miss Garcia, and I worked that case in its final year as well.”
“I have a follow-up if that’s okay.”
You tacitly give him leave to continue.
“How do you handle cases that get that… close? I know there were considerable...” He searches for the right word. “...challenges. How did you guys deal with that?”
Good question.
Returning to the podium, you lean heavily against it, lacing your fingers in front of you. “You’ve all read the Reaper case file, yes? It’s still included in the MCRT training courses?”
There are nods around the room, but you check in with Kagan anyway.
“The declassified version is covered,” She says. “They’re familiar with the full scope of the case.”
“Okay. So, as you all know…”
You remind them what happened, from 1998 to 2009, finally landing where the students want you. “And on November 23rd, 2009, Haley Reneé Hotchner was George Foyet’s 40th and final victim. She was thirty-nine years old. And she was my friend.”
The room is dead silent, all eyes on you, somber and attentive.
“The case was personal. It became personal because Foyet forced our hands. He attacked Agent Hotchner in his home and then targeted his family. So, the question is, how do we deal with that? Right?”
Even Kagan’s watching you closely. It’s the first time you’ve covered this case without the rest of your team. In your joint lectures with Aaron, the case is off-limits for questions. She’s never heard you tell the story in your own words.
You take a breath. “And the answer is… you don’t.”
There are some confused faces, so you elaborate. “There isn’t anything you can do to push the case away from you - that’s how people get hurt. In the meantime, you make adjustments. Agent Hotchner placed Agent Morgan in an interim unit chief position until the case was over, for the sake of his health and sanity. We chased down every lead, understanding that the faster we caught Foyet, the faster Haley and Jack, Agent Hotchner’s son, could come home.”
A young woman in front tentatively raises a hand, and you open a hand to her. “Yes?”
“What happened, you know, after?”
“We moved on as best we could. Going back to my original point -”
You leave the podium and take your place in the center of the floor again.
“- the trust you have in the people you work with can carry you through a great many things. And not all of you will see horror every day - but some of you will.”
You pause for a moment, hoping this is the part that really sinks in for them.
“Always have something to come home to. Always have something or someone that brings you peace, that can take you away from the work.”
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You set your things down and walk through the door, immediately accosted by two almost-eight-year-olds and their over-eager little brother.
“Momma!”
You haul Elliot onto your hip and kiss Sophia’s head as Caroline burrows into your side. “Hi, darlings! Did you already have dinner?”
Sophia moves to answer, but Aaron’s voice shoots around the corner. “Yes!”
With a smile, you seek him out, dragging the girls along with you. Lo and behold, Aaron’s at the sink, washing dishes. Isaac’s supervising - sitting on the counter, swinging his feet.
Aaron gets a kiss on the cheek from you as you pass and he turns over his shoulder, chasing you until you peck him on the lips, Elliot squished between you. Your son squirms, and you set him on the ground to chase after his sisters. Isaac hops off the counter likely off to investigate the happenings before retreating to his room for the rest of the evening.
For once, you’re left alone.
“How was your lecture?”
Your arms free, you wrap around him and rest your full weight against his chest as he backs himself into the counter. “Went well. Missed you, though.”
The corner of his mouth tips up. “Did they ask about Foyet?”
“Mhmm. It was a good segue into trusting your team and building each other up, knowing when to step back, etcetera.”
He nods. “Good way to bring it back around. How’s Kagan?”
“She’s good, loving it, as always.”
“Think she’s ever gonna retire?” He asks, tucking into your neck.
You laugh as he presses kisses to the underside of your jaw. “Probably not.”
Aaron leans back to look at you, bringing his hand to your face to brush over your cheekbone. “Are you ever gonna retire?”
“Probably not.”
“What if,” he says, his hands slipping into your back pockets, “you retired in…” He does the math in his head. “Thirteen-ish years and I make it worth your while.”
“Oh yeah? Worth my while? And you’ll be, what, a hundred years old?”
His eyes roll so hard you’re sure he could see his own brain. You pull him down for a kiss, but it doesn’t stop him from mumbling, “Give me a fuckin’ break,” against your mouth.
“Never.”
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Criminal Minds Masterlist
(will be updated regularly!)
✨- denotes smut
total completed works: 16
Series:
✰ not so long lost lovers: part 1 | part 2✨ (aaron hotchner x female reader)
✰ scarred - coming soon! (aaron hotchner x derek morgan x spencer reid x bau!fem!reader)
✰ wild hearts - coming soon! (aaron hotchner x oc)
Oneshots:
✰ a little jealous, i suppose? (aaron hotchner x bau!female reader) ✨
✰ left in the dark (jj x kate callahan x bau!female reader, aaron hotchner x bau!female reader)
✰ dress shirt (aaron hotchner x bau!female reader)
✰ for your protection (request - aaron hotchner x gn!reader)
✰ promise rings - coming soon! (spencer reid x bau!gn!reader)
✰ be there for me (200 celebration - spencer reid x gn!reader)
✰ “there’s a first for everything”, they say ✨(200 celebration - aaron hotchner x bau!black!fem!reader)
✰ selfish ✨ (200 celebration - aaron hotchner x bau!fem!reader)
✰ complexities of race (request - aaron hotchner x black!pregnant!fem!reader)
✰ don’t shut me out (request - aaron hotchner x black!fem!reader)
Drabbles:
✰ sorrow (aaron hotchner x female reader)
✰ blue jeans and a tshirt (aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader)
✰ first kiss with luke alvez (100 celebration - luke alvez x gn!reader)
Headcannons:
✰ jack hotchner plays with your 4c hair (request - aaron hotchner x female reader)
✰ love confessions (200 celebration - moreid)
Other:
✰ wild hearts: | ayanna (oc) description /oc and series moodboard
✰ “there’s a first for everything, they say” sneak peek
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beneath the surface • 1
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader
chapter summary: you finally start your new job at the bau
chapter warning(s): none
author's note: hope you enjoy :)
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As you stared towards the building you were soon to be working at, many of thoughts plagued your mind. Number one: it's bigger than you previously imagined. Number two: What happens if everyone you work with hates you? And number three, which was the main one really: Did they know about everything?
Shaking your head, effectively dismissing the inner bombardment of worry, you walked towards the doors. You were mesmerised, to say the least. You had been to Quantico multiple times before, but this was different. Something about working at Quantico made everything seem clearer and better than just visiting.
You carried on towards the elevators, ensuring to hold the doors open incase anyone wanted to jump in last minute -- you would've hoped that someone would be nice enough to do it for you. Once you realised that no one was in face coming in, then you clicked the button with the number '6' on.
It was a swift and rather smooth ascent, no jolts, no feeling sick, nothing. Your ride ended with a ding signalling that the doors had opened. You had made it.
Smiling, you walked out of the doors and towards the glass ones and peered inside briefly. It was full of people either walking around, sat down in what you assumed was the break room, or desks and offices dotted around the place.
The clock in the corner caught your eye, it read '08:04'. "Shit," you mumbled to yourself, fumbling to open the door.
At the same time, you felt a presence next to you. "Are you alright?" they asked, a hint of amusement in their tone.
You looked up and saw a man smiling down at you with white, pearly teeth. You smiled back at him, "Uh, yeah. First day, that's all."
His face contorted into one of realisation, his mouth forming into an 'O' shape. "You're [L/N], right?"
You nodded your head at him, your face flushing slightly. "The one and only, well, kind of."
"Luke."
You frowned at him, confused slightly. "Pardon?" You asked.
He grinned at you yet again, laughter coming from him. "I'm SSA Luke Alvez."
Your eyes widened and started muttering our small apologises, embarrassment flooding your body. The man, who you now know is called Luke, told you it was okay and then opened the door for you.
"Thank you," you said, smiling softly at him. "Also, could you tell me where I can find Agent Prentiss' office? I've kind of forgotten since last time."
Luke pointed the door that was directly behind you. You thanked him yet again and made your way over to Emily Prentiss's office. You knocked three times and waited to be let in.
"Come in," her voice came from the other side of the door. You opened the door and shut it behind. "Agent [L/N]."
You nodded at him, "Ma'am."
She put her hand up in the air, staring at you. "Please, call me Emily."
"Noted." You replied.
Shes stood up from her chair and did up one of her buttons on his dark blue -- almost black -- suit jacket, "Let's go introduce you to the team."
Your heart stopped for a small moment, worry once again starting to enter your mind. Those questions coming back with full force. Nonetheless, you followed Agent Prentiss to the middle of the bullpen to where everyone was gathered. We're they asked to be gathered when you were in her office?
She led you over and stood in front of five people. "Everyone, this is our newest agent, [Y/N] [L/N]." She introduced, you smiling warmly at them all.
A blonde woman walked forward, her teeth glistening as her lips curved into a small smile, "Jennifer Jareau, but everyone calls me JJ."
You shook her hand back, "Nice to meet you JJ."
Soon, JJ was replaced by an older man, who also shook your hand, "Matt Simmons."
He ket go a few seconds after saying his name and then went back to standing next to Luke Alvez. You smiled at him and waved, "Nice to see you again, Luke." You joked.
Matt's eyes flicked between the two of you, "You know each other."
You quickly realised how that sounded and tried to resolve the issue, "Oh! No, no not really. We met each other like five minutes ago at the door."
Luke smiled at you and shook his head up and down. "Nice to see you again [L/N]."
You moved on to the oldest of the group who you immediatly recognised as David Rossi. Your eyes lit up. "Dave!"
Rossi's wide smile matched yours and pulled you into a hug. He released you soon after and said, "How you been? How's your father."
Your smile faltered for a second and you throat grew tighter. So they didn't know. "Oh, you know. Same old, same old."
"Well, send my love to your mother, will you?" He asked.
"Y-yeah, of course." You sent him a tight lipped smile and internally cursed yourself for the terrible cover up. You would've been surprised if they didn't know that you were lying.
"And this is Dr. Reid," Emily spoke from behind you, pointing to a tall, lanky man with curls placed on his head which sort of resembled a mop.
You went to go shake his hand but you saw his hesitancy. You guessed that he didn't shake hands or didn't like touch in general so you opted for a simple wave. He waved back at you, his smile matching everyone else who was still looking at you. "Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid."
Emily clapped her hands together, "Okay. Now that's done, let's all get back to our paper work." There was a cacophony of groans from around you, not from you though. You were just glad that this whole interaction was over and if that meant doing boring paper work on your first day? Then so be it.
Each of them dispersed and left you standing by yourself. They all went to their designated desks. Of course, since you were new, you didn't have an assigned desk so you were completely at a loss for where you should be.
"Hey," a voice from beside you made you jump, pulling you out of your mind. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you jump."
You turned to face the person talking to you; it was Dr. Reid. "Oh, no. It's fine." You waved him off, not wanting him to feel bad.
His hazel eyes met yours, "Are you okay?" He asked you.
You nodded at him, you plastered a fake smile on your lips a lot quicker than you expect. "I'm perfect. I was just wondering where my desk is, though."
Dr. Reid's eyes widened in understanding and gestured you to follow him, "This one's yours," he said, "It's opposite mine, if that's okay with you?"
"Of course, Dr. Reid--"
He interrupted you, "You can just call me Spencer. No need for the formalities."
"Okay then," you took in his advice and refrained from calling him Doctor again. "Thankyou, Spencer."
You sat down on your chair and swivelled on it, getting used to the feeling. It wasn't necessarily comfortable, but it wasn't uncomfortable either. It was just an office chair, to be honest.
Spencer cleared his throat and walked back over to his desk and sat down in his own chair. His head disappeared behind his computer for a second or two before popping back up. His eyes met your, "Welcome to the team, [Y/N]."
Warmth spread throughout your being, along with a red tinge to your cheeks. "Thankyou."
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15 II Spencer Reid
Summary: It’s been 15 years since the murder of your mother so you take the day off, while back home your best friend is trying to find out what happened with the case completely forgetting that every day for the past 6 years he would come over and stay with you.
WC: 3.2k
Warnings: Angst, the mentions of death, panic attacks, the mentions of depression, ED (kinda), Murder, Stabbing, Violence, Crying, Vomit, The mentions of Heaven I think I could be wrong I might have said above. -But just in case- I used y/n but used a last name so I could make the story easier just replace it.
A/N: I definitely cried while writing this one. Please let me know what you think ! This is one of my favorites ! THIS IS NOT MY GIF
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Notes: Y/n/n = your nickname y/n = your name
Relationship: Spencer x Fem Reader (kinda)
"The song is ended, but the melody lingers on." ~ Irving Berlin
15 years ago. fif-teen. Today was the big day. I was 15 years ago. Since my mom was brutally murdered. They told us they never found the murderer. That they tried to find every piece of evidence that they could but, this person is a pro. Every year I take the night to try and help solve the case but nothing has come out of it.
"Hey Garcia." I chirped picking up the phone.
"Hey beautiful. I know it's your day off but we really need you on this case." she pleaded.
"I can't. I have to go." I say softly hanging up the phone. Every year on her death date I go to her grave to talk to her let her know that she's not alone. I tell her about everyone and everything. I tell her about Spencer. Even though if she was here now she would tell me to stop thinking about boys and that there a waster of time. I bring her her favorite flowers even though they take a week to get to me because there rainbow roses. Her favorite. She says there way to colorful reminding her of everyone of her kids, never a dull moment. So I take the day to thank her for having me for bringing me into this world. I made sure her grave was put in the Jane graveyard. I wanted her to feel at home with her mom and dad. I always leave crying but, knowing she's watching from above only makes me have hope that I will see her again. Right at the time I get up to get ready I get a call from a certain Doctor.
"Hello Dr. Reid." I joked.
"Hello Agent Jane." we laughed at the joke both of us made
"I'm waiting for you." at this point I almost immediately stopped laughing.
"Do you not know what today is?" I asked quietly.
"No. Am I supposed to?" he asked. Yes because I told you. I told you what happened. I told you the date. I told you how she was murdered but I guess you forgot.
"No never mind. Look Spencer I have to go." before he can say anything I hang up. I sit there looking at myself. Black jeans, boots, and a hoodie. I nod before grabbing my bag and the flowers leaving and a bag I packed since I was going home. I set my things down and make sure the flowers are secured. I back out of my parking lot and drive towards the highway. Hey sweetie I just wanted to let you know I love you. Please be careful tonight I love you more than anything. Her voice rang in my head like it did every year on her date. I remember getting the call in the morning after seeing it on the news. I took me months to finally get up and move around and it took me two years to finally go and see her. I was 18 when it happened. My brother was the only one home at the time.
He told me he came home from the football game to see her blood all over the house. Justin wasn't home at the time. Justin being my step-dad. He told me that she asked him to go get roses for there anniversary coming up so he did. I cried for weeks on end. I ended up being taken to the hospital because I stopped eating. I stopped taking care of myself. I couldn't physically do it anymore. I couldn't sit there in the house anymore. I ended up moving out and starting college like my mom would've wanted she was the whole reason I became a profiler I needed to find out what happened. I needed to catch this guy but, it was like he feel off the face of the earth. The case went cold and eventually everyone moved on. Even I did I was finally happy. I made family at work. Nothing could ever replace my original family but they were a close second. I made a best friend. Spencer Reid. Even though he didn't remember today I didn't blame him for it. He may have an eidetic memory but, work was one of the many things that flooded that pretty brain of his.
Eventually after being friends with him it's almost natural to develop a crush -if you will- on him. Almost like a wildfire I did. I couldn't help but love him and all of his quirks. He could make the moon smile if he tried. Hell even if he didn't try but when he did and he let out a laugh it was contagious. Everyone would laugh. He was the heart and soul of the team. His magic tricks, his lectures about why the girl and I can't have more than five shoots and three drinks when we go out. - I really think it's the dominance coming out in him - but he says he just cares about us and doesn't want us to complain to him about our raging headaches in the morning at work. Almost every year Reid would come over and help me through it. I would never actually take him to my moms grave he just stayed the night before and made sure I was okay every morning for almost six years. I hurt that he forgot but once again work probably effected that.
After what seemed to be about a three hour drive and two bathroom stops I pull into the graveyard surrounded by the Jane family church our great, great, great, great, great grandparents founded in. This is where our family was berried time after time. Taking a big breath I see the street lights surrounding the graveyard making it not look as deep and depressing. I grab the flowers and a water bottle moving out the car and into the graveyard. I take a deep breath walking and sitting down by my mom.
"Hey momma." I say softly looking down at her headstone. Cheryl Jane. Loving mother, Wife, and daughter. June 8th 1970- August 25th 2005. It's okay rest easy momma-bear you've done your work. Just at the read of that my eyes start watering. "It's been a year. A lot has happened this year. Emily has been working our asses off. It seems like cereal killers never take the time off. I miss you more than ever. I know Brantly does to. He talks about you the most. It's really hard for me to. Even though you know that. Anyway I'm sure you want to know the constant loop of my life. Well here it goes. Mom I'm in love with my best friend and he's in love with his and I know that sounds confusing but here let me explain in. He may be mine but JJ is his. I can tell by the way his eyes get big when he hears her talk or how his smile is or how he blushes as she talks but I get why shes beautiful. He's so in love with her mom and, it hurt's so bad but sometimes you have to get through the pain. Derek left. He has a kid so he went to be daddy Derek with Savannah. We have a new team member. Luke Alvez he's cool. Emily is the new unit chief. Hotch had to leave for a while. Recently it's been hard mom. I've barley been wanting to go to work in the morning knowing he isn't mine. Mom, I know that if you were here right now you'd tell me." I take a deep breath tears running down my cheeks.
"Don't worry about boys Y/N. Life is way to short. Go out start loving yourself, not guys. Because if one thing is promised in life it's you'll always have yourself. That and, that no one ever makes it out of here alive. So stop wasting time on him and, trust me I'm trying. I really am. I just need you to be here to hold me while I cry in your arms. Mom I'm 33 and I still need to cry into your arms. Mom I thought I would have you until I'm old. I didn't picture you not being here to see me graduate college. I thought you would be here to see me have the kids you always wanted to see me have. You always talked about being a grandma. I thought you could walk me down the isle as I'm getting married in your dress with our family ring seeing your smile on your face. God I miss that smile so much and what I wouldn't do to see it again. Pictures aren't enough. I don't know how long it's been since Jasmine came out here to talk to you but she's married now. To this guy his names James. I really like him. I can tell he makes her happy. There expecting. I'm going to be a godmother and a aunt. I never thought I would be this achieved in my life. The only thing is-" I couldn't stop crying. It kept coming down in waves of sadness tears escaping like no other.
"Well there's quite a few only things but the first thing is I just expected you to be here when I tell everyone the news. I used to remember running into the living room telling you how much I wanted to move to London and meet a cute English boy and have a perfect life. Well the whole boy thing isn't working. -obviously- but I got offered a job for a secret agent task force that goes undercover all around the world and helps solves cold cases from all around. I have to let them know by next week all I could think about was my family, and how if I left how hurt they would feel we've already lost so many team members but at the same time this may be exactly what I need. I would still come and visit you every year. I promise. Pinky. But I don't know I have a lot to think about on my way home. I could sleep in a hotel tonight but I just don't think I want to do that. But anyways I love you lots momma-bear more than anything. See you next year." and with that I placed the roses on her headstone standing up noticing it was starting to get dark I quickly go to my car unlocking it and placing the keys into the ignition and looking at my phone seeing as I shut it off to be more with my mom today.
4 missed call for Spence
3 missed calls from Garica
2 text from Spence. Click to open it.
So that's exactly what I did I look at the texts.
"Y/N please answer me. I know what today is I'm so so sorry I forgot."
"I'm on my way. Please just tell me your safe." I text back with a quick "It's fine. I'm already on my way home. Just leave me alone for the night please." I turn off my phone once again before heading on my way home. Leaving the busy road to much calmer ones.
"Mommy." I called out walking around the house. There I stood in a blue Cinderella dress and her clear heals with this sassy attitude.
"Yes sweetie." she laughs looking at me taking out her clunky camera and snapping a picture of me.
"Mommy can you pwease help me talk this off." my four year old eyes flashed on her. She laughs nodding her head. She helps me take off the dress leaving me in my hello kitty underwear and heals. She pulls out one of my pj sets and looks at me.
"Let's get you ready for bed. Yeah?" she says. I nod sticking my arms up. She picks me up taking me into the bathroom.
"Can we pwease use the hello kitty bubbles." I ask with puppy eyes.
"Of course my sweets." she kissed my forehead. She lets the bath fill up before putting me in there and bathing me. Kissing me on the head, the shoulder, the top of my back, the side of my head then, my nose. Every time a little laugh left my lips.
"Stop mommy it tickles." I laugh splashing the water. She gasps
"Mommy." I say sternly. She gives me a look before continuing
"Yes baby."
"I love you more than ice cream."
"Is that so?"
"Yes."
"Then I love you more than the sun and moon combined."
As the flashbacks come back so do the tears. I pull over to the side of the road before feeling my heart crack.
"Then I love you more than the sun and moon combined."
"Fuck." I yell sitting in my car all alone. My breathing increasing in seconds my hands shaking. I can feel the urge to get out of my car and puke. But I sit there trying to call myself. It wouldn't stop her voice, the memories. I grab my phone knowing only one person could even remotely help this but deciding against it I put the phone down. I bust my car door open before falling to my knees and puking whatever I ate this morning out. I didn't stop tho I couldn't but once, I finally do I stand up and go to my car looking for a bottle of water. Finding one a few seconds later I grab my to-go bag washing my mouth and and brushing my teeth with the water I had. I get back in my car which now my hands weren't shaking as much so I was good on driving. At a red light I turn my phone on waiting for it to start back up again. When it finally does I connect it to my speaker I quickly call Spencer. The phone rings for a second before hearing the uttermost thing.
"Hello." his voice sounded shakily.
"Spence." my voice broke. Fuck really.
"Y/n/n." he sighs realizing you.
"Spence I'm almost home do you think you could spend the night tonight I don't want to be alone." I whimpered out tears sliding down my face.
"I'll be there in ten with food ready for you." he almost said instantly. I nod knowing he can't see me before hanging up and making my way down the exit.
"Mom. Get out." I complained. I was 15 and I just wanted privacy.
"Come on sweetie talk to me." she sighs.
"No. Just leave me alone." I yell.
"Don't you dare yell at me I am your mother." she was now raising her voice. I stopped dead in my tracks.
"I wish you were never my mother. "
After saying those few words to her, I could see the heartbreak in her eyes. She did everything for me even when we didn't have money and it was just the two of us. Then at the time it was my mom, my sister, I and her husband Justin and his kid. I didn't mean to say it I was just mad and I always apologized for it still feeling bad for even saying it.
"I wish you were never my mother." The words were like ice. She stopped dead in her tracks. It still heart my heart when thinking about it. It still made me cry thinking about it. Which I already was but still it only increased it. I grab my bag walking into the apartment complex seeing Reid's car parked a few down from mine I knew he used the key I gave him to get into my apartment. God how much more obvious could I be. I walk to the elevator pressing the fourth floor taking my time up there. I open the door hearing his footsteps bring him into direct eye-contact. I drop my bad right by the door closing it as he held his arms open for me to walk into, so I did exactly that. I walk right into his arms. My arms latching around his neck his wrapping around my waist. I bring my head into his neck crying harder with each second the hug lasted. He doesn't say anything he just sways us back and forth letting us take in the moments. Enjoying having someones arms to cry in after a long day of crying by yourself. It felt nice knowing he was there if you needed him.
"Do you want to eat?" he asked. I nodded my head before sitting at my island. He hands me my bowl of Chinese food and takes his own setting it down on the side of me. I lay my head on his shoulder messing with my food with my fork. He notices it but doesn't say anything he just takes my hand way and holds it with his laying his head on top of mine. He took his head off mine and unlaced his hands before taking a deep breath.
"You need to go lay down you look exhausted." he says in a hushed tone.
"Can you come lay down with me." I say just as quietly.
"If you go get ready I'll clean up the kitchen then I'll come lay down with you." he says. I nod before walking a few steps forward before quickly turning around and turn into his embrace hugging him once again. I mumble a quick 'thank you.' Into his stomach.
"I love you." I say once I finally let go.
"I love you pretty girl." he says softly using my nickname he gave me a while ago when I started using the nickname pretty boy because of Morgan. I walk into my room changing into a pair of shorts and his over sized Cal-tech t-shit. I brush me teeth once again and go into my room where he has changed from his normal dress pants into his flannel pants with a hoodie on. I smile at him smally but I could tell he noticed because once I did he flashed me an award winning smile holding up his tooth brush. I laugh lightly and walk to the bed letting him get in the bathroom. He walks out and get's on his side of the bed laying into it with me.
"Y/n?" he questioned.
"Yes love."
"I heard that they think the found the killer." he says. I sit up straight.
"What-" I questioned softly
"Emily said they found a note and a dead body confessing into killing your mom." he says just as softly.
"How do we know it's him?"
"He explained in the letter details only the person who did it would know his prints were found on a weapon that looks exactly like the weapon your mom was killed with and the blade matched and everything. Then we found a recording of him and your mom talking."
"When did you find this?"
"Today." I nod.
"So it's really him?"
"Yeah. It's really him." he says. I smile softly, our eyes finally meet. He grabs me pulling me closer to him. I take this as a sign and plant my lips on his. He doesn't kiss back so I pull away just as quickly.
"I'm-I-I'm so sor-" I was cut off by his lips on my once again finally feeling at peace.
"Our Life is made by the death of others."~ Leonardo da Vinci
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War of the Heart - Chapter Six | Luke Alvez x Fem! Reader
Previous Chapter
Chapter Summary - after an awkward morning spent with Luke, you are forced to make a decision about your future.
Category - heavy angst | smut | eventual happy ending.
Content Warnings - drunk reader, arguments, some violence, mentions of depression and antidepressants, swearing, tears, mutual masturbation.
WC - 4.6k
Chapter Six
2010 - Diyala, Northeast Baghdad
The army had a strict policy on drinking, known as the 0-1-2-3 rule. Zero alcohol if driving. No more than one drink per hour. No more than two drinks a day over seven days. No more than three drinks at a given time. Excessive drinking could result in immediate discharge, thus ending one’s military career.
However it wasn’t a secret that alcoholism in soldiers was exceptionally high. Being in the middle of combat, the stress, loneliness and boredom often racked up and many soldiers turned to the bottle.
Luke Alvez wouldn’t say you had an alcohol problem, quite the opposite in fact. In the five months he’d known you he’d rarely see you drink at all. Which was why it was even more of a surprise to find you this way.
It was clear to him instantly that you were intoxicated. He’d spotted you loitering a few hundred metres from the housing units, stumbling around in the sand. It was dark, but he'd recognise your form anywhere, he’d seen it naked enough times. If the captain was to find you like this you’d be out on your ass. So he knew he had to tackle this and quietly.
You were tossing stones at the sand when he reached you, swerving around like you could barely hold yourself up right. He approached with caution, hoping to god you at least didn’t have your service weapon on you.
“Private?” He called out when he got close. “Are you armed?”
You spun around, almost tripping over your own feet as you did so. You wore nothing but your cargo pants and your oversized Ranger’s t-shirt. Despite the desert heat during the day, as soon as the sun dipped below the horizon the temperatures plummeted. Even in his jacket he felt the chill.
“No.” You shook your head. “But I am loaded.”
“Yeah, I can tell.” He came closer to you. ��You must be freezing.”
“Nah.” You shrugged, but the goosebumps on your flesh gave you away.
Luke sighed and slipped off his jacket, carefully draping it around your shoulders.
“Let me help you back to your room.” He tried to place his hand on your back but you moved out of his reach.
“Don’t need help, Sarg.” You shook your head.
“Y/N, come on, if anyone sees you like this you’ll be gone.”
“That’s my problem, not yours.” You kicked the dirt, sending particles of sand flying around you both.
“Let me help you.” He repeated softly.
“I don’t need your help.” You spat. “You think you're some kind of martyr? Oh and what does that make me, a pathetic little damsel in distress?”
“I didn’t say that.” He tried to remain calm, knowing better than to rise to it.
“Sergeant Alvez here to save the day.” You scoffed.
He may never have seen you drunk before, but he’d seen you angry. It took a lot to push you over the edge, not like him, but when you did get like this it usually ended badly for Luke.
One time you’d given him a black eye when you threw his Polaroid camera at him. Another time you broke his stereo in a rage. He imagined you weren’t like this in the real world, army life caused these kinds of personality imbalances. Sometimes being on active duty sent people over the edge.
“Please let me help you back to camp. You shouldn’t be out here.”
“Leave me alone.” You turned away from him. “I don’t need saving, Sarg.”
“It happens to the best of us.” He spoke again, not one to be easily perturbed. “You can’t let it win, or there’s no coming back.”
As well as being susceptible to alcoholism, depression was much higher in military personnel, it was quite often what led to the drinking in the first place. The suicide rate among military veterans was fifty percent higher than the civilian population for a reason.
“What would you know?” You spat, wrapping your arms around yourself.
Luke heaved a sigh and dared to step closer to you. He didn’t relish having to have this conversation, but if helped you it would be worth it.
“Because I’ve been there.” He sidled up next to you. “I’ve served for more years than I can count and I’ve lost track of the amount of times I’ve spiralled into that darkness Y/N. I’ve been on antidepressants for like, four years. Active duty is a bitch, it doesn’t make you weak for admitting you need help.”
“Thanks for the pep talk, Sarg.” You shrugged your shoulders until his jacket fell to the ground behind you. “Now respectfully, please fuck off.”
“Not gonna happen.” He picked up the jacket and put it back on before taking hold of your arms and turning you to face him.
The moon above cast its light on your face and the tears that were slowly rolling down your cheeks. Your bottom lip was cracked and split probably from profuse chewing. He’d never seen anyone look so scared and vulnerable before.
“Sarg,” you clenched your jaw, trying to fight against the tears. “If you don’t let go of me, I will not be held accountable for my actions.”
He didn’t let go of you. If anything, Luke tightened his grip on you. You clenched your jaw again, the alcohol pulsing through your veins and causing you to act without considering the repercussions. You lifted your right leg, only able to do so without falling due to Luke’s hold on you. And then you kneed him square in the crotch.
He instantly stumbled backwards, hands falling from your arms to where you’d just kneed him. He doubled over, spluttering a little and gasping for the air the blow had knocked from his lungs.
“Fucking hell, Y/N!” He spat. “What the fuck was that for?”
“I told you to leave me alone.”
“I could write you up for that. Technically that’s assaulting a superior officer.” He groaned, still doubled over.
“Try it and I’ll show them these.” You pointed to your arms, rolling up the oversized sleeves of your t-shirt.
Luke tried to straighten up, still holding his throbbing crotch. Both of your biceps were purple with bruises, distinctly finger shaped bruises. It had been four days since you’d been together last but the bruises from him pinning you to your cot were still visible.
“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time.” He scoffed. “As a matter of fact, I seem to remember you enjoying it.”
“Captain doesn’t need to know that though, does he?” Despite your tears, you smirked at him as you brushed past him. But once again, Luke was quick to grab you and spin you back to face him.
“You wouldn’t dare.” He growled at you, his jaw set.
“Get your hands off of me, Sergeant.”
“I’m not letting you ruin my career.” He shook his head, keeping a tight grip on your arm. “And I’m not letting you ruin your own.”
“Get your hands off of me.” You repeated.
“Not until you calm down.”
You didn’t calm down, in fact you did the opposite. You started fighting against him, trying to shake him off but of course he was stronger than you. He held onto you tightly, no doubt causing more bruises over the ones that already existed. More tears started falling from your eyes as you tried to fight him.
“Get off of me! Get off! Leave me alone! I hate you! I hate you!” You started sobbing, your legs trembling to the point Luke was the only thing holding you upright.
“You don’t hate me.” he sighed. “You love me.”
“No, I hate you. Get off of me, please get off of me!” You fell against his chest, sobbing into the fabric of his jacket.
Luke let go of your arms and wrapped his around you, keeping you on your feet with his firm hold. You cried loudly, nuzzling against him while weakly smacking your fists against his chest.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You wailed, still frailly trying to fight him.
“You’re depressed, cariño. You need to speak to someone.” He whispered, trying to hold you close but you shoved him away in a surge of strength.
“Fuck you, I am not.” You shoved him again so he wasn’t touching you anymore and suddenly raised your fist in the air and punched him hard on the nose.
Luke yelped, surprised by the force in which you’d hit him. His hands came to cradle his nose and he felt the blood dripping into his hand.
“Fuck, Y/N!” he whined. “That hurt like a puta! You could have broken my nose.”
“Maybe that will teach you that when someone says they want to be left alone, they mean it.” You spat, no hint of remorse in your voice.
“Everybody feels this way from time to time, it's normal under the circumstances.” He tried to reason with you, still attempting to catch the blood from his nose.
“It's not the war.” You rolled your eyes.
“What is it then? Maybe I can help you.”
“You just don’t get it do you?” You shook your head. “You can’t help me, because you are the problem.”
Luke frowned at you, assuming it was just the alcohol talking. He pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand, wiping the blood from the other on his cargos.
“Don’t say that, you don’t mean that.”
“What if I do?” You looked and sounded suddenly sober. “You want to know why I drank so much tonight?”
“Why?” He sighed, trying to humour you.
“Because you were late.” You spat harsher than he’d ever heard you. “You were meant to be back at camp hours ago and then I heard reports over the comms about an explosion just a few miles from where you were. I thought you were dead, Sarg. So I drank. I drank even though it could have been the end of my career to do so, because I thought you were dead in a fucking ditch somewhere. I could have jeopardised everything I’ve worked for tonight because of you.”
Luke’s heart throbbed in his chest, replacing the pain in his nose. He stepped towards you, tears feeling like they were stinging his eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He croaked. “But I’m ok.”
“You still don’t get it.” You backed away. “I was a strong, fearless soldier before I met you. You’ve turned me into something I don’t recognise. You have made me soft, loving you has made me weak. I won’t do it anymore, Sarg. The army is the only thing I have, the only thing I can depend on. I won’t let you stand in the way of that. I can’t…we can’t do this anymore.”
“Don’t I get a say in this?” The bleeding had stopped even though his nose still throbbed and he let his arms fall to his side. “Last time I checked there were two of us in this relationship. You don’t get to just say it’s over without consulting me.”
“Relationship?” You laughed in exasperation. “What relationship? It was supposed to just be sex, Sarg!”
“It’s more than that, it always has been. And you know it.” He shook his head.
“What do you really think is going to happen here? Are you so fucking naive that you think we have a future together? You think we’ll leave the army and settle down and have a family or some shit?”
“Why not?” The hurt spread across his face.
“Because that’s so unrealistic! This isn’t real life, Sarg. The second this is all over you and I are nothing to each other.”
“No, no, don’t say that.”
“It's the truth.”
“No it’s not. It can’t be.” He shook his head frantically.
“Well I’m afraid it is. I’m sorry if you thought it was more than that, but it’s not.” You folded your arms over your chest.
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled something out, holding it in his open palm. The light from the moon reflected off of the shiny silver item of jewellery in his hand and caused your breath to catch in your throat when you realised what it was. You stumbled backwards a little but it had nothing to do with the alcohol this time.
“Luke?” You swallowed, looking from the ring in his outstretched hand back to his eyes.
“If it were true, if we really didn’t have a fucking future,” He spat, his tears breaking free suddenly. “Then why the hell did I buy this?”
***
Present - Quantico, Virginia
The bodies on the jet had doubled since your journey over to Mexico, not only were IRT members Matt and Clara now accompanying you, but so was Spencer.
It was bittersweet. He was only in attendance because he was being extradited back to the US after the discovery that Nadie Ramos had dual citizenship, but you all had a hell of a fight left if you wanted to prove he didn’t kill her. Spencer wouldn’t talk to you, let alone look at you. And to make things even more uncomfortable, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at Luke.
You’d both fallen asleep fairly fast last night, obviously something about being back in each other's arms had comforted you. It wasn’t until this morning that things had turned much more awkward.
You were still laying in arms, your back pressed against him and he had one arm lazily draped over your waist. It reminded you of that morning in Brooklyn after Reynolds funeral. He was hard as expected, and didn’t try to hide it, in fact he even shuffled closer to you just in case you didn’t know.
And then he’d started kissing your neck.
“Alvez,” you whined at the feeling of his lips on your sensitive skin. “Alvez, stop it.”
“Do you really want me to stop?” He grinded against you from behind.
“No.” You confessed, him stopping was the last thing you really wanted.
He continued to kiss your neck, sucking marks into your flesh that you hoped you’d be able to hide later. It was when his hand wandered from your stomach down towards your underwear that you started to pull away.
“Alvez,” you scalded him. “No, no we can’t do this.”
“Fuck, I know we can’t.” He groaned deeply, tearing himself away from you and rolling onto his back.
You rolled over so you could look at him, knowing your cheeks were stained pink with your arousal. He lolled his head to the side and met your gaze.
“It’s like having a giant jar of candy in front of me and being on a diet.” He tried to joke.
“You have a girlfriend.” You shrugged.
“She’s not my girlfriend. It’s not…we’re just dating.”
“Still,” you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth. “You’re not single.”
“You have no idea how much I wish I was right now.”
A movement caught your eye and you looked down to notice something moving beneath the sheets. You quickly looked back up at Luke, wide eyed.
“What are you doing?” A deep heat spread between your legs.
“Not what you think.” He shrugged. “Not exactly anyway. I’m just trying to relieve a little tension.”
As if to prove his point he moved the bedsheet aside, exposing his golden, toned chest and tight black boxers for which his hand was not inside like you’d expected. He was pressing the palm of his hand against the base of his hard length through his underwear, like he’d said, to relieve some tension.
“Jesus, Alvez.” You sucked in a breath, it was almost as hot as seeing him touch himself. “Fucking Christ.”
“I’m sorry.” He replied, not sounding sorry at all. “I can’t help it.”
He noticed the way you squeezed your thighs together, clearly trying a little tension relief yourself. His toes curled and his stomach clenched. It was literally killing him not to touch you.
“You should go.” You tried to look away from him but couldn’t.
“Like this?” I can’t go anywhere right now.” He sounded exasperated.
“Well what is it going to take for you to leave?”
He pulled a face, he’d thought that was quite obvious.
“I can’t see this going anywhere unless I come.” He admitted, moaning a little at the thought and pressing harder against his shaft.
“Just think of something horrible. Dead bodies or something, that’ll make it go away.” You forced your eyes onto the ceiling now, thinking you may explode if you kept looking at him.
“I’m laying next to my stupidly attractive, half naked ex-girlfriend who I know for is fact is fucking incredible in bed. Dead bodies aren’t gonna cut it.”
You looked back at him, the tension between you was so thick it was stifling. A battle waged in your mind, trying to think of the outcome with the least amount of casualties. The most obvious option was to jump his bones, fuck him and deal with the consequences later. But that was such a terrible, terrible idea.
Before you could sort through the rapid fire thoughts entering your brain, Luke moved closer to you and turned you back onto your side where you’d been when you woke up. His lips quickly fixed back onto your neck and you were powerless to stop him.
You felt his hand move down between your bodies and you knew what was happening. The jerking motions that followed confirmed that.
“Alvez,” you whimpered pathetically.
“Call me Sarg, please, please god.” He panted into your neck as he stroked himself rapidly, needing to find his release.
You moaned despite the fact he wasn’t touching you and somehow your own hand started to wander and found its way into your panties. Luke must have been able to see well enough to know as you heard him hiss when your fingers disappeared between your legs.
“Sarg, fuck, this is such a bad idea.” You whined, using your own hand to get you off while he did the same behind you.
“I’m not touching you. You aren’t touching me. It’s probably not as bad as it seems.” He panted heavily, moaning slightly. “God I wish it was your hand.”
You moaned loudly into the pillow, Luke’s body heat causing you to sweat. He propped himself up on his free arm so he could get a better view of you. You were still wearing your underwear so he couldn’t see exactly what you were doing but the way your hand moved inside of the fabric was enough.
He picked up his pace, the bed rocking beneath the two of you with your combined movements. Luke was already close and he could tell you were too by the way your thighs squeezed around your hand.
“You gonna come, cariño? Let me hear you come.” He brought his lips back to neck, then to your ear where he nibbled on the lobe.
“I’m close, Sarg, real close.” You mumbled.
“Me too.” He agreed.
It was you who came first, clamping your thighs around your hand as you did but screaming the word Sarg. Luke was close behind, hearing you moan his nickname was what pushed him over the edge. He came between your bodies, on the back of your t-shirt and on his own stomach.
The room was filled with a crescendo of heavy breathing while you both came down from your highs. You removed your hand from your panties but refused to turn and look at him, the guilt of what you’d done setting in.
After a few minutes Luke rolled over, wiping himself on the bed sheets as he did so.
“Now I should probably go.” He swung his legs out of the bed.
“Yeah.” You agreed but continued to face the wall.
It would have almost been less awkward if the two of you had actually had sex. Somehow what you’d done seemed even worse in a weird way. It had felt sordid, wrong on so many levels. Luke was dating someone and Spencer was in prison and the two of you had been masturbating together. What the fuck was wrong with you?
The flight home felt so much longer than the way there, the jet filled to the rafters with tension from both Spencer and Luke. And suddenly it hit you with startling clarity what you needed to do.
While the team was busy fussing over Spencer before he was taken to the county jail, you followed Emily to her office, closing the door behind you. You were sure she knew by the look on your face what you were going to say before you said it.
“I know this is the worst possible time for this.” You inhaled deeply, desperate to stave off the tears. “I want to help find Scratch and prove Spencer’s innocence but I can’t do that whilst being a part of this team anymore.”
Emily let out a long breath, her mouth hanging open a little as she looked at you across her desk.
“You want to quit?” Her eyebrows knitted together.
“I need to quit.” You sniffed. “I got pretty bad depression when I was serving in Iraq. Weirdly enough though once I was transferred to Afghanistan I was fine. And I never really experienced PTSD, not the way I’ve heard other soldiers suffering from it anyway. Recently I’ve found it manifesting again, and I’ve realised that there is a common denominator in both my service in Iraq and now.”
Emily's frown deepened and you could see the cogs turning in her head as she pieced together what you weren’t saying. You noticed the moment she figured it out, the way a lightbulb seemed to go off in her mind.
“Alvez?”
“Yeah.” A tear escaped your eye. “I am madly in love with him but our relationship was poison to my mental health. He’s like a drug I can’t quit. I know it’s bad for me but I just can’t stop, you know? And being around him again is bringing up all those old feelings, the good and the bad. So for my own sanity, I have to leave.”
“I don’t want to lose you from the team. But I understand, your well being comes first.” She looked sadly at you. The last thing she needed was to lose another member of the team but she could see in your eyes how much Luke’s presence had broken you.
You withdrew your firearm from you holster and placed it alongside your FBI credentials on her desk.
“Thank you, Emily. If there’s any way I can still consult on Scratch, I’d really like to be able to help clear Spencer’s name and put Peter Lewis behind bars where he belongs.” You took a few steps back towards the door.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
You nodded and Emily simply watched you go. You slowly made your way across the bullpen which was thankfully still empty as everyone was still by the elevators with Spencer.
You bypassed one desk in particular, slipping the post-it note you’d written on the plane out of your pocket and sliding under his keyboard. Then you tore yourself away and forced yourself to not to look as downtrodden as you felt as you headed towards the elevators.
You tried to keep your head down and get out without having to look at any of them, but of course it was never going to be that easy.
“Leaving without saying goodbye?” Spencer’s voice croaked and when you looked up at him, he had a hint of a smile on his lips.
You smiled back sadly, stepping closer to him and practically throwing yourself at him. He couldn’t hug you back due to the handcuffs that were covered by Luke’s FBI jacket. You wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled as close to him as possible.
“I won’t rest until we bring you home, ok?” You whispered in his ear.
“I know.” He simply replied.
You placed a chaste kiss on his cheek before tearing yourself away. You averted your eyes again as you headed to the elevator. The doors opened and you stepped inside, pressing the button for the ground floor. As the doors started to close you couldn’t help but glance up, right into the eyes of Luke.
His eyebrows were knitted together, something wasn’t right and he could tell. But seconds later the doors were closing and you vanished behind them.
Your tears started falling immediately after the elevator doors closed. You gave a brief thought to Luke finding the note and hoping he’d understand. You hoped he would see how much this was destroying you and take the hint and just let you go.
Not for the first time Luke Alvez had been your downfall. It was like it was thirteen years ago all over again, making that decision to walk away before you self-destructed. Once again, you’d let Luke push you to extremes you’d never thought you could be pushed to. Why should this have been any different from leaving Iraq?
Back on the sixth floor, Luke excused himself and rushed into the bullpen, intent on finding Emily and asking her what was going on. But as he passed by his desk a little sliver of pink caught his eye, poking out from under his keyboard. He detoured over to it and quickly slid the post-it note out. He recognised your handwriting immediately, and his heart constricted in his chest as he read over the simple words inscribed on the note.
Loving you is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. There have been too many casualties in this war raging in my heart. If you love me, you have to set me free.
Goodbye Sarg.
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2010 - Diyala, Northeast Baghdad
You sat fiddling with your thumbs in your lap, the captain's gaze heavy upon you. It hadn’t been an easy decision, but it was one you had to stick by for your own well being. This place was killing you slowly, day by day taking tiny pieces of your soul and eventually there would be nothing left of you.
Your head wasn’t in it anymore, you weren’t the soldier you once were and you knew as long as you stayed here, as long as he was here, you’d never would be.
The captain leant forward on his desk, scrutinising you in such an intimidating way you felt like a small child about to be reprimanded by their father. The stare off seemed to last hours before he finally spoke.
“Let me make sure I’m getting this,” he sat back, a stern frown on his ageing face. “You’re asking to be reassigned?”
“Yes sir.” You swallowed thickly. “I know there are jobs out in Afghanistan and I know they’re in need of good soldiers out there more than here at present. In truth, I don’t feel I am able to flourish here anymore. I feel I will be of more use somewhere else.”
It was a long shot at best and you knew it. It wasn’t entirely rare for soldiers to be transferred or reassigned but it wasn’t usually requested by the soldier. In the military, you went where you were told, where you were needed. You hoped the need in Afghanistan was your way in.
He continued to scrutinise you, clearly not used to such an ask. It was a long shot. You kept telling yourself that, but you kept a small window of hope that the outcome would be positive.
You couldn’t stay here any more, it wasn’t the same as it once had been. Iraq was no longer where you belonged. To save yourself, you needed to leave. Because falling in love with Sergeant Luke Alvez, you had no doubt, would be your undoing.
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Bait
Request: Yes / No I'm hoping requests are still open. My request: Luke Alvez X Reader. Both working for the BAU. They want to use her as bait for the unsub. With 36 "Underestimate me. That'll be fun." and 172. "I will protect you whether you like it or not." @hotchocolateandpillowforts
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Y/N: Your Name
Prompt(s): "Underestimate me. That'll be fun.", "I will protect you whether you like it or not."
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We had another case. The team was in the roundtable room ready to see what was happening to innocent people this time. Garcia came in and handed everyone the ipads and files.
“Alright my lovely crime fighters, today our unsub is right here in our very city.” She said turing the large screen on.
“Whoa, this guy clearly hates women…” JJ said as we looked at the photos.
“Is there anything in common with these women other than the way they look?” Reid asked.
“Actually according to their friends, they were all at a nightclub, all doing a girl’s night out.” Emily said.
“So they were in groups?” Matt asked.
“He must be very charismatic.” Luke pointed out.
“So, he lures one woman away from her group of friends and convinces her to go back to his place…” I said.
“What are you thinking?” Tara asked.
“Well, these women look very similar to me. What if we bait him?” I suggested.
“No way, it’s too dangerous.” Luke said.
“We’re not even sure what nightclub he’ll hit next.” Matt said.
“Well based on where he’s been so far, I believe he’ll be going to the Euphoria club.” Reid said looking at the map.
“Are you sure?” JJ asked.
“It’s a 98.6% chance.” Reid answered.
“It’s worth a shot right?” I asked.
“It’s dangerous, we’re not seriously considering this are we?” Luke asked.
“Y/N’s strong, she can handle it.” Rossi said.
“It’s up to you Emily.” I said.
“It’s worth a shot.” She said.
“What if he takes her? Then he has an FBI agent.” Luke said.
“You and Matt will be there to watch us.” Emily said standing up.
“Us?” Matt asked.
“JJ and I will be joining her, he takes these girls from groups.” She said and walked out.
“Time to get all dolled up.” I smirked at JJ. Everyone was getting ready to go undercover. I was dressed and waiting for JJ and Emily to get ready. I was in a black leather crop top, white skirt, black and gold heels, and a black and gold clutch. I did some gold and black makeup with a wing, and a red lip.
I walked out of the room and saw Luke dressed in a simple collared shirt and jeans. He looked up at me and his eyes widened a little.
“Don’t you think that’s a little too showy?” He asked and I shook my head.
“Jealous?” I asked with a smirk.
“I don’t like the idea of his hands on you.” He said pulling me close to him by my waist.
“I thought we were trying to keep us a secret.” I said with a smirk.
“I don’t care about a secret when your life is in danger.” He said.
“I’ll be fine with you guys watching over me and I have JJ and Emily too.” I said wrapping my arms around him.
“I can’t believe you want to risk your life after seeing what he did to those other women.” He said in shock.
“No offence to those women, but they’re not me.” I said with a smirk.
“That doesn’t mean you won’t get hurt.” He said. I heard everyone else making their way to us and I pulled away.
"Underestimate me. That'll be fun." I said with a smirk. The girls walked up to us, along with Matt.
“Ready to go?” Emily asked and I nodded.
“Wow, you all look ready, Reid and I will be in the car across the street.” Rossi said with the young genius next to him.
“And I will be here make sure you all can hear everything that goes on with our Y/N.” Garcia said with a smile.
“Well, I’m in very good hands.” I said and we all started walking to the elevators. As soon as everyone turned their backs Luke grabbed my arm and pulled me close to him.
"I will protect you whether you like it or not." He whispered in my ear.
“Oh, I know.” I whispered back and we quickly caught up to the others.
The girls and I were acting like it was nothing more than a girl’s night out. The three of us were dancing and I decided to go to the bar to get a virgin drink.
“I’ll be right back.” I called over the music. The girls nodded and I went to the bar. I ordered my drink and looked around, trying to look like I wanted to be approached.
“Hey there, did your friends ditch you or something?” A guy asked sitting next to me.
“No, I just needed a break from dancing.” I said with a smile.
“I hope this doesn’t come off as weird or creepy, but I noticed you dancing and you are very good.” He said leaning forward.
“You noticed me out of all the women here?” I asked, playing his game.
“Yeah, between you and me, you’re the best looking one here.” He flirted.
“Really? Because I think you’re the best looking guy here.” I flirted back. I saw Luke was close by and he was not exactly happy with my acting.
“Oh yeah? Would you care to dance?” He asked, offering me his hand.
“I’d love to.” I said, taking his hand. He led me to the dance floor and we started dancing.
“You’re just my type.” He said in my ear and I smirked.
“Oh yeah?” I asked.
“Yeah I love girls with Y/H/C.” He answered.
“Lucky me.” I smirked.
“How about we go back to my place?” He offered.
“Sure, just let me go tell my friends.” I said looking to see them at the bar.
“Meet me at the door.” He said and I nodded. I walked over to the girl.
“I have to go back with him, if this is our guy we can nail him.” I said.
“I don’t know Y/N, it could be dangerous.” Emily said.
“That’s what I’ve been saying.” Luke came through the ear piece.
“But if I don’t he’ll just end up taking another girl.” I said and she sighed.
“Fine, we’ll be right behind you. Garcia, I want you tracking her phone.” Emily said.
“On it!” She answered.
“Be careful.” Emily said and I nodded. I walked over to the guy and he led me to his car. As we pulled away from the club I noticed everyone walking into the car that Rossi and Reid were in. When we got to his house, it seemed normal, but looks were deceiving. We got inside and he slammed me into the wall next to the door.
“Sluts like you piss me off. You wouldn’t have looked at me if I didn’t look like this.” He growled with his hands around my neck.
“You stupid bitches alway want the hot guys, but what about a good guy?” He asked, pissed off. I could feel myself losing air, but I managed to get my arms between his and get his hands off my neck. I shoved him away from me and he glared at me. Before he could charge at me I pulled my gun out of my clutch bag. I pointed it at him and his eyes widened.
“FBI! Hands up!” Luke shouted as he kicked the door open.
“Told you I could handle it.” I smirked at him. Matt came in and arrested the guy and we were free to go back and do the paperwork.
Luke and I were the only ones left in the office and we were finishing up the paperwork we had. He looked over at me and sighed.
“What’s up?” I asked looking up at him.
“How could you risk your life like that?” He asked.
“If I didn’t, we would have had another dead girl.” I answered.
“You are so brave.” He said.
“That is one of the reasons you fell in love with me, isn’t it?” I asked and he chuckled.
“It is.” He smiled at me.
“Come on, let’s get out of here. I want Chinese. I said getting up and he laughed.
“Right, I’m guessing you wanna watch a movie when we get home too?” He asked.
“Close, a show.” I smirked and he shook his head.
“Right, I’ll call in an order on the way.” He said, grabbing his stuff.
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Walking Into Love (1/5)
Series Summary: After moving to Quantico to live with your uncle David and start a new job, you meet his team and grow close to one man in particular. Both of you find joy in walking your dogs together and spending time together. This is a story of how you fall in love and of your life together.
Part Summary: You go to the BAU headquarters to surprise your uncle David. You meet the team.
Pairing: Luke Alvez x Fem!Reader, David Rossi x Niece!Reader
Coffee poured from the machine into his cup, the sweet smell filling his nostrils. It had been a long week and they’d just closed up a local case. Now, it was all about the paperwork.
Luke was about to go sit back at his desk when he noticed a woman he didn’t recognize had entered the bullpen. She looked a little lost, so he forgot about his coffee, leaving the cup on the counter and approached her. “Excuse me, ma’am?” She turned to face him and he spotted the visitors badge hanging on the pocket of her blazer. “Are you alright?”
“Hi,” you smiled. “I’m actually looking for someone. Is David Rossi still here?”
“He is, he should be in his office. I’m Luke Alvez, by the way,” he said, holding his hand out to you.
You shook his hand with a soft smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Luke. I’m Y/N Rossi.”
Luke started walking you to David’s office. “Rossi? Are you related to Dave?”
“Yeah, he’s my uncle.”
“Oh, I didn’t know Dave had a niece.”
You shrugged. “Well, he’s a very private person. He doesn’t talk about his family much.”
He got to David’s office and knocked on the door. David called out for him to come in so he opened the door and stepped inside. “Hey, Rossi, you have a visitor.” He stepped aside so you could get past him.
As soon as you saw him, a bright smile appeared on your face. “Hey, Uncle Dave.”
“Y/N.” David beamed as he got up from his chair. “You got here safe. I thought you were going straight home?”
“I’ve already been and dropped off my stuff and Bella, but then I thought that I’d surprise you here.”
“Well, it is wonderful to see you, mio caro (my dear).” He hugged you and kissed your cheeks.
“You too,” you smiled.
“I see you’ve already met Luke, but how I about I introduce you to the rest of the team?”
“I’d like that.”
David led you out of his office with Luke following closely behind. Everyone seemed to be packing up for the night.
Penelope was the one to notice you, David, and Luke. “Oh, hello. I don’t know you,” she started, softly smiling at you. Everyone else's attention now went to you too. “Rossi, who’s this?”
“This is my niece, Y/N. She’s just moved here, so get used to having her around.”
“It’s lovely to meet you all.”
You were formally introduced to Emily, Spencer, JJ, Penelope, Matt, and Tara.
“How about we all go back to my house and have some fine wine and carbonara ala Rossi?” David suggested.
“Ooh, now that would be one hell of a homecoming,” you smiled.
-
At David’s house, you sat outside with Luke, Matt, Tara, and Emily. Your dog Bella was laying on the ground in front of you.
“How old is she?” Luke asked, bending forward to scratch the black and white Border Collie behind the ears. She seemed to appreciate that as she sat up, her tail wagging back and forth and her tongue poking out of her mouth.
“She’s one. I’ve had her since she was three months old,” you told him.
“She’s cute. Friendly too.”
“She is and she seems to like you,” you smiled as she now had her head resting on Luke’s lap as he rubbed behind both of her ears.
“I have a dog myself.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, a Belgium Tervuren. Her name’s Roxy. I adopted her to help me adjust to civilian life after I was discharged from the Rangers.”
“That’s sweet.”
“Maybe you can meet her one day, she’s very friendly.”
“I’d like that.”
“So, Y/N, why did you move to Quantico?” Emily asked.
“I got offered a job promotion,” you replied.
Matt was the next to talk after he took a sip of his drink. “What is it you do?”
“I’m an interior designer. I got offered a spot in a huge company here so I took it.”
“Wow, that’s awesome. Congratulations,” Emily smiled.
“Maybe you could help Luke redesign his apartment,” Tara joked.
“What’s wrong with my apartment?”
“It’s a total bachelor pad. Not appropriate to be bringing any woman home to,” Tara chuckled.
“See, this is what I have to deal with,” Luke said to you, making you laugh.
“Aww, Luke, if you need help redecorating your apartment, I’ll help you,” you teased, patting his arm. He laughed and shook his head at you.
-
Penelope stood in the kitchen close to the door and sipped on her drink as she watched the scene outside.”Do you see it? I see it,” she whispered to JJ.
“See what?” JJ asked, peeking outside.
“Newbie has a crush on Y/N. Already,” she whispered.
“Hmm, I see what you mean,” JJ responded.
Spencer approached the two blonde women. “What are you two talking about?”
“We think Luke has a crush on Y/N,” Penelope told him in a whisper.
“Why are you whispering?” he asked.
“So David doesn’t hear. She’s like a daughter to him and I don’t know how he’d react to that,” Penelope replied.
Spencer nodded. “Well, Luke is leaning closer to her and she’s leaning closer to him, so there’s a definite sign off attraction there. Can’t tell if their eyes are dilated from this distance though.”
“Alright, you three, stop gossiping or whatever it is that you kids do and tell them dinner’s ready,” David told them.
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