#luke alvez fan fiction

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forbidden fruit (luke alvez/fem!reader

Title: forbidden fruit Couple: Luke Alvez/Fem!reader Category: smut/angst Content Warning: SEXUAL CONTENT (oral (male/fem), throatfucking penetration, corruption kink, priest kink, choking/breathplay, multiple orgasms), making out in a confessional, churches/catholicism/religious themes, drinking, priest AU, Fleabag AU, Luke’s POV  Word Count: 6007 Summary: Luke becomes a priest to help forgive his past sins and fight his temptations with the devil. A/N: this was written for @imagining-in-the-margins writing challenge: Forbidden love. Loosely based on the show Fleabag! This does contain a heavy amount of religion and stuff pertaining to that! thank you all so much for the support! i really do appreciate it. check out my masterlist!

I thought I’d be good and safe. Everything that happened with Spencer, Emily, and Mister Scratch, I needed a change of lifestyle. I needed to get out of working with the FBI and escape my past life with the Army. So that’s what I did. Once the dust had settled with Mister Scratch, I quit. I left everything behind and moved on. I found a new sense of self. 

I moved to Florida and became a teacher for a time. But none of that felt right. After my brief teaching stint, I came across a small parish in need of a new priest. Never, ever, in a million years did I ever think I’d be going back to church. But I could hear my grandmother’s voice in the back of my head, torturing me till I attended a couple of services. After befriending a couple of the attendees, I was surprisingly asked to be their new priest.  The local bishop had insisted that with my upbringing in the church, I would be the perfect fit for the job. And a few weeks later I was moving into their parsonage with Roxy. 

With my new life ahead of me, I tried to forget about my, what seemed like, unforgivable past and tried to keep my new life devoted to the people of my church and to God. I wanted to fix my life and try making it a bit more forgivable. And in doing that, I met her.

Several months after becoming the priest, a woman who appeared to be very distressed started attending the church. The first week she started attending, I knew something was wrong. Her make-up smudged under her eyes, almost as if she’d been crying. The distraught look resting on her face told me something was very wrong. Everything about her was mystifying. The first moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew I wanted to know her more.

I wanted to make it a point to introduce myself to her, but by the time I had stepped away from the pulpit and away from the stage, she was gone. Several members of the congregation did stop me to talk about a point I’d made in my sermon, or about the flower beds by my parsonage, or they had a question about a silly potluck coming up. My shoulders fell slightly when I noticed she had left.

The following weeks, same thing happened. Everytime I went to introduce myself to her, she was gone before I even stepped off the platform.  So I stopped putting in the effort. That was probably a little wrong of me. I just assumed that she didn’t want to be talked to, hence why she left the moment I mumbled the word Amen. 

That’s why I was surprised when she came to the church one random Wednesday afternoon. I was outside, tending to the flowers while Roxy was playing with one of the local kids. The distressed woman came up beside me, looking down at me with a small smile. But I could see it in her eyes that she was still worried about something. 

“Hello,” she whispered, her eyes staying on mine. “You must be Father Luke Alvez?” she asked as she lowered to meet me at my height. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“You would be correct,” I replied and offered her my hand to shake. It took me a brief moment before I realized my hand was covered in dirt. I nervously chuckled before brushing it clean.

“I’m, uh, Y/N Y/L/N. I used to attend here when I was little but, uh… Yeah,” she tried to explain but was clearly having a hard time. I swallowed roughly and nodded. That’s okay. She didn’t need to tell me anything about what happened unless she was ready or wanted to. I get it. People fall out of churches all the time. I mean, I couldn’t tell you the last time I attended any church before this one.

“Here, let’s go inside for a drink. It’s quite warm out here,” I offered as I stood upright. I looked down at the woman, taking in how she belonged on the ground, on her knees, in front of me.

Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.

“Yeah, a drink would be nice,” she said, watching as I offered her my hand again. She stared at it for a moment before resting her hand in mine. Her hesitance was admirable, to be honest. She had nothing to fear, but her need to err on the side of caution was understandable. Maybe I needed that little bit of fear in me too. You’ll never know who can and can’t be trusted.

 Her hand seemed so much smaller compared to mine. I wanted to slip it into my pocket for safekeeping. But I probably shouldn’t be thinking about her like that, or in any way for that fact. 

“My office. Please, feel free and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back with drinks,” I said as I pushed the door to my office open. She looked at me for a moment before stepping into the room. Once she was in, and the door was pulled shut, I slipped away and quickly went to the kitchen. As for drinks, we didn’t have a huge selection. There was water, hot chocolate, coffee, and tea. The energy she gave me was not coffee or hot chocolate energy. She needed something calming and soothing. Tea. I thought as I continued to the kitchen.

Time seemingly hastened, because 3 minutes after I put a kettle on the stove, it was ready and I was standing behind my office door. With one final breath, I pushed the door open and re-entered my office. She was sitting in one of the armchairs by my desk, her head low as she waited for me.

“Sorry about the wait, I was boiling water,” I explained as I walked towards my desk. She stayed silent, watching as I placed a tray on my desktop. She looked at me and nodded.

“That’s okay,” she whispered, watching as I rifled through the boxes of tea. Apparently, I just grabbed whatever. And whatever was plum tea.

“Let’s see… It would appear that we only have plum tea. Is that okay?” I asked as I held up a teabag. She looked at me with a raised brow, confused by the flavor I was offering. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had plum tea,” she said, watching as I tore one bag open and put it into a cup. 

“It’s one of my favorites. After I left the FBI, I gave up caffeine, and while teaching… It was… difficult, to say the least,” I nervously chuckled as I pushed her teacup closer to her. She looked down at the cup, then up at me, and then back at the cup. “One student suggested tea. So I conversed with a former co-worker of mine from the FBI. She was something of a tea connoisseur, so she suggested plum tea,” I laughed again as I sat back. She raised an eyebrow and looked right at me.

“You worked for the FBI?” 

“For a couple of years. It was brief. I was in the army for a time too. But I was getting exhausted from all the violence and wrath. So I stepped away. I was a college professor for 4 years, and… Well, here I am. Trying to repent and gain forgiveness for sins. You know, all that fun stuff. Church stuff,” I chuckled as I waved a hand. She stared at me and nodded.

She sat across from me, her hands in her lap. A rosary, which I’m assuming her grandmother had given her, was in a tight grip in her fingers. I could sense her nerves from my place behind my desk. So, I stood up and walked around my desk, leaning against the front of it.

“Are ya married?” she asked. I stared at her and laughed lightly. I held back a small chuckle. No, I’m not married. Being the priest of the church makes that sort of difficult.

“If you count married to the job and married to God, then yeah, I am. If not… Then no. I’ve had my fair share of partners though,” I explained before lifting my teacup to my lips. She stared at me and nodded. “But, we’re not here to talk about me. We’re here to talk about you. You are the one who came to me, after all,” I pointed out as I placed my cup back down. Her eyes fell away from my face, going to the rosary she was playing with.

“I just needed to talk to someone… That’s all. I didn’t want to be alone and my apartment is pretty lonely,” she nervously chuckled. She fell quiet again, taking a deep breath before looking at me. “I s’pose I was just here because I didn’t know where else to turn to. We don’t even have to talk or anything. I just needed to be around another person.”

“Home feeling a little too much like Hell?” I asked with a tiny smile. She stayed silent as her eyes fell to the teacup she held.

“Yeah, yeah you could say that,” she nervously chuckled.

“I get it, totally. You are more than welcome to stay here for as long as you need. And you’re welcome here anytime,” I explained as I lifted my cup to my lips.

“Even the middle of the night?” 

“Even in the middle of the night. Chances are I’m up doing something in the building anyway. Usually listening to AC/DC, Guns and Roses, Black Sabbath,” I went on, basically listing the classic rock bands I listen to. When I finally fell silent again, I noticed Plum staring at me with a raised brow and confusion in her eyes.

“Kinda… Wild for a Pastor? What’s your favorite AC/DC song?” 

“Highway to Hell.”

“You’re lying,” she said without a second thought. I stared at her and smirked. 

“I’m the Father of a Catholic church. God’s watching my every move. Why would I lie about Highway to Hell being my favorite song?” I asked as I sat more against my desk. She shrugged.

“Just ironic, I s’pose,” she mumbled. 

“What’s your favorite AC/DC song?” 

“You Shook Me All Night Long,” she said very pointedly. I hummed lightly and nodded. 

“We’ll have to listen to classic rock while cleaning up the church one of these nights,” I explained as I stood up properly.

“Who’s this we you’re talking about?”

“I’m not the only one who has penance, Plum,” I explained as I walked around my desk and took a seat behind it once again. Even though there was just a desk between me and the woman, it simply felt like we were worlds apart

Over the following weeks (which inevitably turned into months), my bond with Plum grew. It seemed like more often than not she came and paid me a visit. Time of day seemingly didn’t matter either. My nights and days felt as if they blurred together. As for Plum, her life was a bit of a mess. I’m not one to judge though. Considering my life and past? It’s a miracle I made it this far. 

Although our bond strengthened, it’s been almost a month since I’d last seen her. I hadn’t seen her face in the congregation on Sunday morning. She hadn’t come to pay me a visit on a random evening during the week either. I worried if something had happened to her.

On a random Wednesday, during confessionals, just as I was about to finish up, a woman stopped me. It felt as if she’d been waiting till the sanctuary was totally empty before she stepped into the booth. It nearly caught me off guard when I heard the door to the other side of the booth open and close after she stepped in. My bottom never hit the bench faster when the lock was latched. 

The silence that filled the booth was mildly eerily. The only sound that could be heard came from the woman beside me. Every so often I could hear her sigh or sniffle,  with the occasional sound of her lips parting. I wondered briefly what it was she was scared of and what I could do to help her out.

“Er, uhm… Forgive me, Father… For I have sinned. It has been… What day is it?” the familiar voice asked. I swallowed roughly and nodded.

“May 18th… Wednesday,” I replied softly. She stayed quiet for a moment. Plum’s breathing had a certain breathiness to it, which I took mental note of. 

“It has been one month since my last confession, Father. And I fear I’ve been skipping Sunday morning mass,” she whispered softly. If there was a single person in the sanctuary or if it were daytime, I doubt I would’ve heard her. So, thank God, that it was just us. Of course I was expected to be in the church at this time. I practically reside in the building. 

“And why’s that?” 

“I’ve been having impure thoughts for a man of higher stature, Father,” Plum said. My heart froze, forcing me to catch my breath. “And, I fear, Father, it may ruin me and him if either of us acted on anything.”

Christ, I need a drink. Preferably whiskey.

“But I can’t help it, Father,” Plum paused again. For a moment I let my thoughts run free and I tried to imagine what she would say next. “I-I think I’ve developed feelings for this man, Father, and I don’t know what to do.” Each one of her words got quieter and shakier as she spoke. 

“Have you talked to this man about your problems?” I found myself asking. I knew she was talking about me. She had to be talking about me. I’ve never seen her with another man in my time of knowing her. Shut up, I thought to myself, you only see her here.

“Yes, Father, but… I’m worried he could lose his job or one of us will get hurt. I don’t want to lose this person. He’s the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time,” she explained in a hushed tone. I swallowed roughly. “But I love him,” she added in an even quieter tone. My expression grew to be emotionless as my heart slammed against my ribcage. 

Before I knew it, I found myself on my feet and leaving my side of the confession booth. I could hear Plum on the other side still talking, but I was too distracted by standing behind her door. One more brave moment later, I pulled her door open and saw her sitting with her face in her hands. Though I couldn’t see her face, I knew she was crying. Only when I cleared my throat did she look up and see me. The little bit of makeup she wore had run down her face, making her look like an adolescent raccoon.

“Father-” she started but her words failed when she jumped from her seat. Her arms quickly went around my neck and her lips met mine. Any air I held in my lungs was hers now. My arms wrapped around her body and I pulled her even closer to me. After a moment of standing awkwardly in the sanctuary, we stumbled back into the booth, closing the door between us. 

Her lips began trailing down my neck while my hands wildly explored her body, before resting against her chest. We wanted more of each other, and it was more than obvious. But I had to put a stop to it before it got too far. 

She was the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden, and I was Adam tempted to take her. 

It certainly wasn’t the last time we made out in the confessionals.

It was nearing midnight, Saturday turning into Sunday. I’d have to be awake in 5 hours to prepare for Sunday’s mass. Sleep was irrelevant in my life at this point. It was a blessing if I even got an hour of rest. Unfortunately, rest would not be finding its way to me and I’d be up for what would feel like an eternity. 

A random classic rock playlist flooded the sanctuary, taking up any ounce of silence. My voice shouted and bounced off the walls as I sang along with the words. A glass of whiskey sat on the pulpit, the liquid almost half gone to my head. The mixture of my exhaustion, whiskey, and music made it impossible for me to be aware of anything around me. So I was mildly surprised when the music was turned down and a feminine voice took over.

“You’re up late, Father,” she said, forcing me to look up from my papers and right at her. She was standing on the ground in front of the stage. My breathing ceased to exist the moment my eyes met her.

It felt nearly impossible to keep my eyes on her face. But for the moment my eyes trailed down her body, I noted what she wore. A pair of dark grey athletic shorts hung from her hips, matched with a black shirt off her shoulders. She looked comfortable. I briefly wondered if she had even slept.

And then my eyes caught something as I looked back at her face.

Her necklace, the rosary her grandmother gave her, hung around her neck, and the cross sat right over her chest. It was getting increasingly harder to keep my eyes on her face instead of other, unholy, places. Did she even realize that? Was she doing it on purpose? I couldn’t tell at first. But the moment my eyes met hers, I could see her true intentions. How I didn’t see them from the beginning is beyond me. I’ve been so distracted recently that my head hasn’t been in the right space. 

“Plum, what’re you doing here?”

“You’re the one who said middle of the night,” she mumbled as she sauntered over to me. I swallowed roughly, watching as she tugged at the hem of her shirt. I could feel my briefs tighten as she stopped right in front of me.

“That didn’t answer my question,” I stated pointedly. She stared at me, swallowing roughly. I wanted to know what she was thinking, where her mind wandered as the silence settled between us. Her eyes fell to the ground and a slight look of embarrassment grew across her face. 

“Couldn’t sleep,” she whispered before looking back at me. I stared at her and nodded. Her eyes showed me that she was trying to act innocent. But everything else about her was telling me otherwise. She wanted more than what she was leading on. 

“I see,” I hummed as I reached for my glass. Plum stayed silent as she watched me take a long sip. I stared back at her, letting the bitter liquid sit in my mouth for a moment before I swallowed roughly. “So you came to talk to me?” I asked, placing the ledge of my glass on the counter. She smirked and nodded lightly. My eyes fell to the ground as she stepped closer to me, standing right beside me. 

“So I came to talk to you, Father,” she whispered before leaning over the counter. I sucked in a deep breath and glanced at her for a moment, noting that she was giving me a show. 

“Well, neither of us are doing much talking, are we?”

“And I fear neither of us will do much talking, Father,” she whispered as she looked up at me. I licked the corner of my lips before looking back at the notebook in front of me. My sloppy handwriting took up the header, easily saying Temptations From The Devil. The little devil beside me hummed as she went on her toes to try and gain my attention once again. “Father.” “What do you think you’re trying to do, Little Devil,” I asked as I finally looked back at her. She smiled the moment I said her new nickname. I wasn’t surprised when she refused to answer me. However, I was more surprised when she came around the counter and moved so she was standing between me and my work surface. Her arms snaked around my neck as she tried pulling me closer.

“Trying to corrupt you, Father,” she whispered once her lips were as close to my ear as they could get. I choked on my breath and stared at her with wide eyes the moment I could see her face. Her eyes scanned mine, waiting for a reaction. I wasn’t sure how she wanted me to react. Her honesty was something I wasn’t anticipating, and I’ve had people confess murders to me.

“Little Devil,” I said with a tsk as I lifted my hand to pull on her necklace. Her eyes fell to my hand as it rested on the center of her chest. She took a deep breath and looked back up at me as I pulled her closer to me. “You can’t corrupt something that’s been through years of corruption,” I hissed into her ear. She shivered slightly as our eyes locked. “On your knees,” I mumbled. Before I even got the command out of my lips, she was kneeling at my feet. I didn’t even care that the carpet was probably rough on her knees. There was not a care in my bones for her worry. 

My eyes fell back down to her, taking in how doe-y her eyes were as she impatiently waited for my next command. She wobbled on her knees slightly from side to side or back to back. Her lower lip was drawn between her teeth as her eyes met mine. When I took too long to speak, the little devil in front of me sat higher up on her knees and lifted her hands to my belt buckle. I wanted to stop her, really I did. But I think my need for more was stronger than any celibacy vow could be. 

Plum’s eyes shot up to mine the moment she’d finished unbuckling my belt. It felt like she was waiting for permission to do the next step. My head carefully moved up and down as I swallowed roughly. The smile that grew across her lips seemed sweet, but there was an obvious hidden meaning behind it. It seemed like it was her life’s mission to quickly undo my slacks. When they were finally undone, she pushed them off and to the ground. The cool air of the sanctuary hit my backside as I was left in my plain black button-up. Her eyes were glued to my hard cock that was just in front of her.

“Well,” I stated, causing the girl to look right up at me, “What are you waiting for?” My voice was low as I spoke. She stared right at me, it felt like she was looking right into my soul. What if she was sent by God to tempt me? Or worse, what if she was a gift from Satan to win me over? I didn’t want to question it the moment her lips parted and she gently licked the tip of my cock. A groan got caught in my throat as I watched the tip of my length disappear into her mouth. She was, most certainly, a gift from the Devil to win me over.

One of her hands wrapped around my thigh to hold herself up better, whereas her other hand wrapped around the length of my cock that she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Her mouth was soft and warm, and her touches were harsh but at the same time gentle. It was merely impossible to let a simple, innocent, Godly thought in my head. Not while she was on her knees in front of me. 

Curses left my lips the longer hers were wrapped around my cock. I don’t think there’d be any way the church would forgive me for this if they ever found out this happened. The realization of potentially losing my job, and this entire life I’ve made for myself, hit me like a ton of bricks. Just when I was about to release into Plum’s mouth, I pushed her away from me and stepped back.

Plum fell to the ground, her eyes meeting mine with absolute shock and terror. I could see it in her eyes that she thought she’d done something wrong. But it wasn’t her. She had entirely nothing faulting her. It was my fault. I grew weak and wanted her. 

“I-uh, Father,” she started, causing me to refocus my eyes on her. Her eyes were the slightest bit watery and her lips the tiniest bit red and swollen. A small string of spit hung from her mouth as she stared back at me with her doe eyes. 

I needed her more than I needed air. Everything else truly didn’t matter. Everything but this little demon ceased to exist in my mind.

“Fuck the church,” I muttered as I helped the girl up onto the communion table. My lips quickly attached back to her neck, leaving small spots and kisses in my wake. Plum fought with her shirt, peeling it off and tossing it to the floor. Once her shirt was gone, I helped her pull her shorts off. Her eyes met mine as her hand went to the necklace around her neck. But then my hand met hers and I pulled it away. I wanted her to wear it. 

I quietly sunk to the floor, my knees resting on the rough carpet. Plum looked down at me when my lips pressed against her thigh. Her breathing was audibly caught in her throat after she sucked in a breath. Slowly but surely, my lips made their ascent up her thigh till I made it to her soaking cunt. I glanced up at her the moment my tongue passed between her folds. 

I’d never tasted anything sweeter than her. Forbidden fruits truly were the sweetest there are. I needed more of her. I needed her more than air and life itself. Fuck the church.

“Please don’t stop, Father,” Plum whined the more I tasted her. Her hands went to the back of my head, pushing me further onto her. Knowing that this was the worst possible thing I could be doing inside of my church, only made me want to keep doing it. The little sounds she made pushed me to keep going. They blocked out the voices I heard in the back of my head telling me how wrong this act was.

I could tell she was getting close to her end when her breathing grew airy. The grip her hand held in my hand tightened, gently pushing my head to ensure I didn’t stop. At this point, I don’t think I could stop even if she wanted me to. But, judging by each sound she made, she didn’t want me to either.  

Soon enough she finished, my ears being filled with the sound of her beautiful whines and moans. I truly didn’t stop till she was screaming with pleasure and pushing me away from her. My body fell back, sitting on the ground in front of her. Her eyes met mine for a moment, watching as I carefully stood back to my feet. 

“What do you want, Little Devil?” I asked, my voice low. Her breath shuddered as I grasped her rosary and pulled it. She gasped lightly as she fell closer to me. Slowly, her rosary wrapped around my hand till my fingers grazed her throat. “Go on… Use your words.”

“I want you, Father,” she whimpered, lifting her hand to my wrist. I scanned her face for a moment before roughly pressing my lips to hers. The rosary around my hand tightened around her throat. The moment I knew her breathing stopped, I lined the head of my cock up with her entrance. She looked up at me, shifting from side to side as she impatiently waited for what she wanted. An evil smirk grew across my lips as I basically slammed into her body. 

“I want you too, Little Devil,” I mumbled before pulling her closer to me. She choked on a whine as her head fell forward to my shoulder. The movements my hips made hastened just as my hand slipped further up her necklace till it was around her neck. My other hand snaked up her side before joining my hand around her throat. The slightest bit of pressure was added and I could see it in her eyes that she was enjoying this. But to be fair, as was I… Maybe a little too much. It was hard to say how long it’s been since I’ve been in such an intimate position with another person.

Her body clung to mine in every spot. It was like she needed me to survive. She probably felt that way in the moment. How do I know? Because that was how I felt about her. I needed her more than anything else in the world.

Plum lifted her hands up to my wrists and held them tight before tapping the side of my hand. I stared at her as I slipped my hands up her face and held her cheeks instead of her neck. My thumbs moved back and forth as I wiped away the slight dampness on her skin. Her moans sounded like music from Above. I simply couldn’t get enough.

“I’m close,” she whimpered. I smiled and nodded, taking her words to my heart. I wished I had Reid’s eidetic memory so I could file that away forever. 

“Can you hold on for me? Just for a few more seconds?” I asked, practically begging. She nodded lightly as she moved my hand over her lips. She was leaving light kisses on my palm. And a few moments and faulty movements later, we finished together. Her body fell into mine, and with what energy I had left, I kept her upright. Her breathing slowly evened out. And then I realized what we had just done.

I was fucked.

Weeks, if not months, have slipped by and my bond with Plum turned into something I wasn’t expecting. Of course, she was the one who appeared at my parsonage more than I called her up when one of us were in need. I didn’t question it. But the elders and congregation of my church were growing suspicious. Hell, it even felt like every painting of the Virgin Mary and Jesus Christ were staring at me, like they knew I’d been doing wrong.  

I had to put an end to this whether I wanted to or not. It was going to hurt more than I could imagine. These were things I was trying to get away from. But it felt like they just followed me no matter where I went. I had to tell her. I certainly wasn’t prepared to break her heart, or mine. It was, however, the way things had to be.

I needed to seek guidance on what to do. I didn’t want to shame her or anything like that. And I certainly didn’t want her to leave her home church. So, I set up a meeting with a couple of the elders of the church and explained to them the situation I had put myself into. To say they were shocked was an understatement. Once shock wore off and they were ready to talk, we set up a plan on what to do. I was thankful they didn’t judge me or Plum. They did, however, agree that I needed to end it… And included I should leave.

My office was eerily quiet the morning I called her over to talk. It was like the entire building of my church knew what was happening. Of course the building would know. It knows of our countless escapades and hidden moments. 

When Plum arrived to my office, I quickly straightened out the slight mess on my desk and sat up right. She smiled at me as she walked around the two arm chairs (I was partly expecting her to sit in on) and my desk and sat down right beside me on the smooth surface. Her eyes met mine and I could tell she came here for something I wasn’t going to give her. 

“You wanted to talk, Father?” she asked, leaning closer to me. I stared at her before clearing my throat.

“I-Uh, yes. I did want to talk. No sneaking business,” I pointed out. Her slick smirk disappeared when she realized she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. After a brief awkward moment, she stood up and sat on one of the armchairs. I stared at her, watching as she nervously pulled and played with the hem of her shirt. I’d never seen her this anxious. 

“W-What was it you wanted to talk about?” she quietly asked. Part of me wondered if she knew what I was about to say. Her anxieties truly came out of nowhere. But I was doing this for her. 

“I understand that you’ve been attending this church since you were young… So it wouldn’t be fair for me to ask you to leave the congregation,” I mistakenly started in a terrible spot. I should’ve written out everything I wanted to say to her. But my brain was slush and improv was a safety guard for moments like these. Who am I kidding, I’ve never been in a moment like this. Not in my time in the Army, not in the FBI, or even teaching. This was the worst of the worse.

“Father, I- I don’t understand,” her voice quietly said. I was thankful we were the only ones in the building because she was so quiet. Suddenly she became so small. I was so used to this loud girl entering my office getting one thing, and one thing only. But she wasn’t. She became scared. 

“I am stepping away from the church, here in Florida, and I’m moving back to Virginia to help out a church there,” I calmly explained. I could see in her eyes that she was growing more frantic. Was she going to say she could come with? That leaving is a mistake? That she was going to make my life Hell?

“Father-” She started, but I was quick to cut her off.

“The time I had spending with you, Plum, I will cherish forever. But I cannot see you anymore. We cannot see each other anymore,”  I whispered. The fear of my voice cracking and tears growing in my eyes came true. I almost wasn’t able to get my words out. But then she said the thing that would break me for sure.

“But- I love you.”

“I know. I love you too. But… It’ll pass.” I stopped talking and stared at the woman who sat across from me. Tears were instantly welling in her eyes, waiting a moment before rolling down her cheeks. I swallowed roughly as I stood up. “For the sake of my sanity, and yours… Please don’t contact me again,” I said in a still tone as I looked at her. I hated the way her tears stained her cheeks. This was for the best, or at least that’s what I kept telling myself. There’s no way there’d be a good outcome if we continued sleeping together, let alone see each other. This was for the best.

 I stayed silent as I left my office. Words didn’t have to be exchanged for it to be bittersweet and emotional. My back stayed towards the girl as I walked away, and I could feel her eyes on me the entire way out. This would be the last time I saw my sweet Plum. 

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She never would have thought she’d end up here with him. She could have dreamed it, sure, but she would have assumed she’d lost her mind upon waking up and immediately given herself a very stern talking to. He was her teammate after all, her…friend, sort of, on bad days.

And yet, today must have been a very bad day because here they were. 

She and Alvez in a broom closet in a secure government lab hooking up like a scene from some bad Skinemax movie. 

Fuck.

Yes

no-

Scifi, really, given the catalyst.

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“I’ll go check in with Penelope, see how the backgrounds are going,” Luke volunteered, after everyone convened to bounce ideas off one another from initial investigations. He didn’t need to, they could call, but what was the benefit of having her with them if not getting to see her face to face real-time updates? 

The director of the facility had called Prentiss personally to have the team look into the multiple "accidental" poisonings on site that their own investigators hadn't been able to pinpoint. While normally, Garcia would have stayed back at Quantico and assisted virtually, the nature of the materials the lab possessed and the things they were working on required that all feet be on-site. 

After hearing glass break and a shriek following his knock, Luke swiftly pulled his weapon, stealthy twisted the knob, and peered around the door. Was the unsub after her? That would be completely out of character given the other four victims, but maybe their presence had escalated things. 

From his location what he found was Penelope, alone, enveloped in a cloud of sparkling yellow dust, sneezing.

“ahHH-CHOO! Oh Fudge.” He watched as she looked on miserably at the shattered jar surrounding her feet. Luke holstered the gun and walked in, closing the door behind him.

“We leave you alone for half an hour and you’re already back to your old ways, dismantling labs, Garcia?” 

“Ha. Ha.” she said dryly, “Very funny. If somebody hadn’t scared me half to death knocking without warning- This place gives me the heebie jeebies. It’s cold and sterile and there are a bunch of things in jars around me with labels— thank god not animals- and now I broke one! You know, this- this is why I don’t come! I’m much better in my own space, with my own things!”

Luke was holding back his laughter at her distress, mouth covered, shoulders shaking. Penelope, cute even when worked up. No, especially when worked up.

“Would you just- Stop that! Make yourself useful! Get me a broom or something. What’s protocol in this situation? Luke! Stop! Help me clean this up!” 

She thought about all the forms they’d signed, there must have been some mention of procedure in them.

“Okay, okay, calm down hotshot, just stay where you are, don’t move. I’ll get a broom, but we should let someone know… It could be some one-off sample…Tell me what it is and I’ll radio it in.”

Penelope, vigorously rubbing at her now tickling face, glasses removed, replied somewhat frustrated, “You’re going to have to read it yourself, apparently,I’m allergic.”

Cautiously covering his mouth and nose with his forearm, Luke walked over and crouched at her feet pulling a glove out of his pocket to pick up the labeled piece of broken jar, then looked up at her with wide eyes, “Crocoideae Eros, this? This is what broke?” 

Penelope looked down at him nervously and stepped back, instinctively putting space between her and the concerning pile of shimmering gold dust, “Evidently…Is it bad? Oh god, are you going to call hazmat? Because let me tell you, I am NOT going to strip naked in front of a bunch of strangers and get washed down in some horrid tent like Reid I- I…”

Luke dropped the piece back into the pile and stood, laughing internally at both Penelope being allergic to it, and the predicament he found himself in with her. It wasn’t life-threatening, but it also wasn’t ideal. Certainly not given his certain feelings. 

Penelope watched the red tip of his tongue swiping across his lower lip, leaving it full and shining now that his arm wasn’t hiding half his face, and his dimple pulling in hard on his cheek, and thought about what it would be to fill the divot with her own tongue… just… there…

Stop it- blinking rapidly, she pulled herself back to focus.

“You’re definitely going to feel like stripping down…but thankfully it’s not actually poisonous or deadly…I, um.” He faltered, frowning, suddenly becoming very warm at the subject and proximity, “I heard one of the researchers talking about it, it’s caused some very interesting reactions and interactions in the mice population.”

“Interesting?!” she shrieked in a panic, “What do you mean by interesting? Luke Alvez if I leave here with three legs-“

The loud laugh was startling, he certainly seemed to think this was more funny than concerning. 

And he was so sexy when he laughed, head tossed back… 

Try as she might, her focus seemed glued to that bit of exposed chest between his open collar, his long taut neck, Alvez talking about stripping…

She felt her breath getting heavier and a familiar vibrating warmth spark between her thighs.

“No, nothing like that, it’s…Cupid’s Crocus… it’s like nature’s super aphrodisiac.” 

He catches her eye as those words, what he’s saying, settle in her head through the forming fog.

”You’ll start to feel warm, feel like stri-“ he clears his throat, she watches the tight movements of muscle under rough, tan skin, “feel uncomfortable in your clothes, you’ll feel, ah, desire, and desired…” The way he says it is dark and smooth chasing a chill down her spine. 

A shiver he can’t help but notice. 

“You won’t be able to resist it, you’ll seek relief… multiple times…It’s been the only way they’ve found it clears from the system.” 

And then he sneezes.

“Oh” it isn’t clever, it isn’t enlightening, but it’s the thought she’s capable of voicing right then.   

Somehow they’d drifted closer, very close. She can feel the heat radiating from him, every bit of her pulling towards him, wanting to reach out, screaming to reach out. 

And then, “But what about you? You keep saying me, but you’re in here too, shouldn’t you be feeling it-”

No 

“No-” It was meant to be a firm answer, but it sounded more like a weak protest.

He isn’t. He couldn’t be. He hadn’t even considered it because…

Because he always feels like this in some way around her. Always fighting the feelings he had, knowing she wouldn’t reciprocate, the feelings she conjured in him despite his trying to let them go. 

But,

He feels it in his nose, just the slightest tickle. His heartbeat getting faster, internal temperature spiking as his pulse races.

Fuck.

“Maybe.” Luke swallows, pulling himself to the neighboring lab station, putting distance between them.  

“but I wasn’t…”

Penelope, regaining some faculty, interrupts his denial. “We need to leave. We need to go back to our respective hotel rooms. And handle this. Separately. So we can…And come back when…When..”  They’d be abandoning their team, their friends… someone was sure to notice and there was very possibly a murderer on the premises.

She watches Luke nod in agreement, mouth slightly agape, eyes wide, staring at his own hands. His cheeks are tinted with a flush she’s never seen on him, the slight pinky-red shining through tan, and he swallows, but Penelope gets hung up tracking the bob of his Adam’s apple, the hum of his pulse…and loses her train of thought.   

The sound of indecision is like ice cracking, a tiny strip of air, trapped, escaping her throat. 

Luke grips the counter between them, but tears his eyes from his whiting fingertips, pulling them to the woman he’s willing himself not to look at like that. Like he’s the big bad wolf and she’s a particularly scrumptious and delectably plump pig. There are people who have died. People who are counting on them, but neither of them are any use like this and if they told anyone, if they told Emily, they’d be forced to-  and yet increasingly all he’s able to think about is…

Clearing his throat, Luke agrees, they definitely need to get out of here. 

Soon. 

He’s wanted her for so long he’s not sure he can walk out of here with her. Beside her. Like this, knowing what he knows, and hold it together. Not act on it. Not lean into it. “Penelope-”

The sound is rough and dark, fresh asphalt, a shot of espresso straight to her bloodstream. Straight to his. 

It jolts and wakes her, pupils dilating. She tries to focus, to ground herself, she’s gripping the pen in her hands so hard it might snap and her fingers ache. “…We should leave a note- A warn-“ she tries, a warning, to others, of the mess she’s made and left, but her voice is all breathy and velvety and feminine and fuck he looks good. She may only be using her very trusty personal items when she gets back to the hotel, but she won’t be able think about anyone but him.

And yes, if she were really able to feel anything besides absolute arousal right now, she’d feel awful about abandoning the case, but this would be like taking a lunch break, breaking for sleep, she reasoned. She knows neither of them will be of any use to the team, won’t be able to continue, if Luke’s lab rumors are true, until this is taken care of. The sooner the better.

Luke blinks, restraint. Patience. Restraint. “Whatever you need to do, do it quick.”

Penelope snags a turquoise Post-It and hurriedly scrawls “Sorry! -P” and bends down to leave it on the glittering mess before exiting the door Luke is impatiently holding open, head jerked to the ceiling after catching a fuller view of her very full chest with the provocative help of gravity and her maddening need to bend from the waist. Penelope bent over…he’d like to bend her over a lab table and…NO.

They start off at a brisk walk, his hand hovering on her lower back, each hurrying but trying not to draw attention to themselves, corner after corner they turn, feet moving quicker and quicker until giddy giggles burst forth from mouths straining for impassivity, the unexplainable excitement that’s been filling them with every foot fall. 

They rush down the sleek, white hall, echos chasing, stop and start, stop and start, walk, scurry, walk, and suddenly Penelope’s heeled feet can’t keep up with Luke’s long strides and it feels like a joyful bubbling teeter, on a ledge falling or being pulled, rushing towards freedom, rushing towards the exit when Luke hears footsteps and suddenly grasps Penelope’s hand pulling her down a dark corridor in a sharp right, opening a door, immediately tugging her quickly after himself and jerking it tightly shut. 

They’re each panting in the darkness, the room is small, a maintenance closet. 

His actions were instinct more than anything. He knows what will happen if they’re found out, that it’ll derail the whole investigation, that he and Penelope will be taken off the case, either short term, or indefinitely. And that they’d become unwilling human case-studies in a government lab. 

There was no way he was allowing that to happen to her. 

They stay quiet for a moment, listening, and then Penelope’s the first to talk. “Luke, this wasn’t the plan-“ the remindercoming out as a whine. They were leaving here and going their separate ways, but now he’s super close, crowding her, and she can feel her chest, swollen and tender, her clothes, tight, conforming, her whole being warm, warm, warm. There’s a strong pulsing throb between her thighs when her nipples rise and fall, scraping against his chest, and she shifts her legs trying to stave off the feeling, for some slight release, but finds it only intensifies things…and that Luke seems to notice.

Her plead tickles his neck. He can feel her chest brushing against his and his hand that had been holding hers quickly climbs to her waist, fingers spreading to curl around, thumb sweeping. He knows he has feelings for her…doesn't want to cross a line…but each pollen invader is working over time in the war inside himself leaving little option and little room for rational thought; they march and sweep, a dust storm of override snapping and breaking each ‘right’ behavior, each redirection his chivalry tries to take, pushing onward in their own mission. 

His tongue peaks out, licking his lip, his breath blowing heavy as he tries to speak through the fog that’s formed around him in the closet, but he’s looking at her through the darkness and he can’t really think of anything, anything beyond kissing swollen cherry lips. All he knows is they’re trapped and he can’t move and he’d do anything…anything but open the door and leave.

Neither says anything, speech seemingly shutdown, but there’s an exchange in looks, an understanding, an agreement. They can’t. They can’t. They need to get out. Penelope takes half a step back, all she can manage in the tight confines, but with the fall of her heel, snaps forward, and just as quickly Luke’s hands are catching her, down, gripping the soft flesh of her ass and lifting her leg, fingers digging in, kneading, spreading, holding her closer. Her lips are on his, and she can’t help the little cry that breaks from them as he spreads her legs around his thighs, the skirt of her dress slipping up, a large hand bracing firmly on her ass, grinding her soaked underwear against his bulging shaft, Penelope’s hips chasing sweet relief as shockwaves of pleasure pulse through her.

Her hands run up his forearms and her nails streak down, head rolling back as her body shudders with the feeling of his. Every point of contact an electrifying spark. 

It’s the pollen, it’s just the pollen, she tells herself. For him, for her, as she cums just like that, breath pitching, legs shaking in his hold, quivering. Embarrassingly fast.

“Fuck,” is whispered into her hair, his eyes slamming shut as he bites down the coming confession. He hasn’t let an inch slip between them. In fact he gets closer, letting his forehead slip to her shoulder and she feels him, still just as hard, harder if possible, between them. 

“How-“ he’s trying with all his strength to hold off, to hold back, to not roll them right now and pin her against the wall, to regain control, but the cloud of pollen rolls in, thickening at the sound and feel of her. 

Deep inside he knows they need to leave, need to separate before it goes further, but his body takes action, the private pleasure of nuzzling her neck, the feel of her soft skin, “-D-Did it help?” He asks, covering. As if what he’d just done wasn’t driven by selfish and weak desire, as if he hadn’t dreamed of what she sounded like when she came, of her calling his name…but she hadn’t done that. And no. No, this was just because one of them needed a clear head…and she’d been infected first. And this was how they fixed it. It was that. He was just helping her. Them. 

Her cheeks are flush and warm from the rush of climax and she’s sucking down air like a man drowning, but she feels the tingles that had taken over subsiding, the fog rolling away. She also feels his breath, warm and damp on her chillin, sweahsteened skin, fingertips drifting in circles and the faint tickle of eyelashes, the tip of his nose trailing, Penelope closes her eyes, biting her lip and nods, not trusting her own voice just yet. 

Luke was still clearly under the effects of the pollen, besides the obvious, his hands haven’t quit roaming, gliding over the bodice of her dress, down her back, over her ass, bunching her skirt as they move back up, his heart thundering, and his lips at her collar starting to join. 

He’s intoxicated, drunk- he wants to stop, to control himself, but he barely registers he’s doing anything at all, Luke trapped below the surface. 

The clarity would be for nothing if she didn’t use it to help get them out of there, but she knows there’s no getting out unseen with Luke in his current state. Luke in his current state is doing his level best to work her back up and- blame the pollen- it’s working incredibly well. His hips writhe against her as his hands swirl and rub, lips sucking and teeth nipping and “-Luke” Penelope pants, hands landing on his shoulders.  

“Chica,” he barely lifts his head in response, mouth a breath above skin. 

“I’m gonna help you, alright? Then we can get out of here.” 

There’s something he feels like he should be remembering, something about…something…what she means…but then hot hands are slipping between them and he feels the tight pinch as the button on his waistband is brought together then freed, feels the stress of the zipper and release around his straining cock, hot, damp, soft flesh grasping, wrapping. His jaw opens and glides, mouth sinking wider around the crook of her neck with an appreciative moaning sigh, teeth sensuously dragging up with the firm pull of her fist, full lips suckling up the column of her throat, hands feeling every part of her, hands like dutiful explorers traversing every inch. Hips rock and sway with the acton, thrusting and moaning, the friction of twisting pumps, faster and faster, the clink of plastic bangles dampened between bodies, his kisses becoming more and more insistent against her neck, her jaw, until she gives in, mouth finding his, Luke’s hips jerking, Penelope’s grip tightening- base to tip, base to tip, base to ti- base to- base- base- bay- A grunting whimper releases with hot cum, and then again as abs constrict and he thrusts up, Penelope’s hand slowing but not stopping, her other pressed into his chest forcing him back against the door, watching as his face contorts helplessly in pleasure and his body slumps, free of the first wave of invaders.

Clarity was a world of difference, a world of guilt, now that he was able to think straight. What had transpired, in normal circumstances, would certainly be considered actionable offenses of sexual assault on a coworker. He’d just assaulted Penelope; isolating her, trapping her, not following through with their plan, groping her, forcing her on him- “Pen-“

But she cuts him off immediately,  “No. No talking. Talking later, now, we go. Before it hits again and we best case end up in another closet.” 

Luke looks at her, hard concern, and she would swear there was a trace of hurt, but he jerks a nod, tucking himself away before rolling to listen at the door, cautiously opening it, and grasps her hand, leading them back out of the broom closet and down the last series of corridors before the exit. 

“How convenient that this end of the lab’s been evacuated while we conduct our investigation” She whispers, thankful for the escape rout. 

Glancing down at the obvious cum drying on his shirt, he huffs his agreement, “We need to tell the team something, they know I was coming to check in with you” 

“You worry about getting us back to the hotel in time, I’ll handle the team.” The conversation ping ponged through the last remaining door, the pair making their way to the garage, serendipitously undetected.

Garcia: Famished-  Alvez and I are grabbing lunch. Systems are running. Be back in 40! 

She doesn’t send the text until Luke’s put the SUV in drive. 

Thankfully, they didn’t have that long to go; just three lights and a highway separated dangerous exposure from solitary safety. 

Penelope, flipping down the mirror, thumbs along her lip adjusting smudged- ok, nearly gone, lipstick. Rubbing her lips to spread it more evenly, Luke’s vision drifts, caught on the sight; fingers and lips, pucker and pout, the SUV drifting in kind, wheels riding heavy over the shoulder rumble strip. 

“Hay!” snaps out, surprised eyes turning on him at the inadvertent turn-on, a combination of the vibration of the seat hitting, and her current heightened sensitivity. He jerks the car back to the lane, but just as shortly, her cheeks flushing and mouth dropping open, panting lightly, a little devious thought- a tiny little devil- whispershe do it again…and so he does. This time heavy lidded eyes watching intentionally. 

Penelope jumps and gasps as they ride the strip longer, then pull off. 

Back again: Three. Short. Bursts 

His eyes flicker to the road and to her face, to her thighs falling open, wheels hitting the road studs, the vehicle thunking, her pelvis canting back, “Luke- stop- ple“ it’s a high and soft and beautiful kind of plead, she licks her lips and her shoulders roll back. He can feel his arousal spiking, erection growing, but doesn’t care, eyes darting to her chest, the redding pink exposed skin. Brushing back over the grooves, her hands grip either side of the seat, thighs squeezing tight together, eyes squeezing just as tightly, Luke so caught up in watching her, thinking what it would be to be in her, he almost misses their exit. 

Neither devil nor angle, but something in between, forces him back to attention, back to their goal. The hotel. Right. With no further instigation he drives them there, Penelope adjusting her clothing and posture for the remainder of the trip. 

She’s antsy, and bothered, and halfway there no thanks to him. She can feel herself dipping in and out, willing herself to remain, to not fall into to it, not lose grip and let those dastardly little antigens take over. 

As soon as he pulls into the parking lot she’s unbuckling her seatbelt, hand on the door handle, but images crowed her mind, of him, the looks he’d given her, how he looked when he came…what the rest of him might look like…feel like, her body shivering at the prospect.

The door tugs from her grasp, snapping her out of it, and there he stands, all six feet of his broad, muscled toughness and it doesn’t help things. Hand in his again, he pulls her, pushes her, guides her to the building, no time to loose…for either of them.    

The elevator to the third floor is fraught with stubborn and eroding self-control, every little spore riffling through his memory for every dirty, sexy, flirty, inappropriate thought and interaction they’ve had in spaces like this egging him on, building their case. He looks at her then, Penelope glancing over at the same time. 

shit

she gets caught in the heat 

Gaze locked on gaze for one beat, two- a second too long, she should have looked away…her mouth drops open, his eyebrows raising, and he pulls her into his arms, Penelope taking a seven story swan dive into the haze, the pulse and throb of his touch-

 but then-

 he stops.

Forehead on forehead, breath on breath, she can feel the pinch of his brow, and slowly, so slowly, they meet in the scant middle, her lips dancing on his, molasses, honey, sweet and languid, indulgent, a shared shuddering breath before it all comes crashing down, grip tightening, arms locking, Penelope on her toes, catching every deep and ravenous kiss befalling her, frantic, and lustful and desperate she clings to his hold, every atom in her shattering the reminding voice getting more and more distant, every atom in her needing to get closer and closer- no space between them until-

 a ding, an involuntary whimper when the shrill sound pierces through, she stops.

The rattle of doors, a short gruff grunt at her absence as his hands flinch to release her. 

The elevator opens, and Penelope, catching her breath, stares directly at the floor, knowing what will happen if she looks up again. 

Her room. Alone. That was the plan. Despite whatever she thinks she’s feeling, despite whatever he maybe thinks is a good idea, it’s the pollen, nothing more. 

She doesn’t say anything, no excuse, no apology, no goodbye, using all of her will, she quickly scurries from the pull of his gravity, but his legs propel him just as far, step for step Luke is trailing Penelope, heavy breath and fixed energy stretching between them, and their rooms, one right next to the other.

She stops short, fumbling with her bag to find the keycard, Luke bumping into her as he passes, jolting to a stop, his hand shooting out instinctually to keep her from falling, the brush of his fingertips, the pressure and warmth of his hand around her hip, she lets herself fall just a bit into him, Luke groaning, her ass cradling into his groin, his hand drifting lower, fingers lengthening, spreading, bracing her against him, signaling she come closer, her body following direction, soft and heavy into firm and hard. A breath escapes, her head rolls back, digits sliding over fabric finding the slope between her thighs, Penelope quietly moaning at the indescribable pleasure two thick fingers are capable of drawing on tense nerves.

He kisses and sucks her neck, feet shuffling forward, Penelope’s hands falling flat on the door, hips, cock, pressing into her ass, all he can hear is her helplessly breathy moans and pants as he strokes her wet clit over and over again through fabric, his free hand finding hers, feeling the key, slipping it from her grip and opening the door, each of them tumbling in. 

They barely detach before he’s bolted them back together, the force of their bodies colliding sending him backward, slamming the door shut. “Alvez- Lu-“ she’s panting and babbling, trying, but she doesn’t remember what to say, what she was going to say, just his name fills her, knocks her, sending her over. And his reaction to her calling him- hands and lips and legs and cock. He turns her, pinning her against the door, a muscled thigh and straining bulge pushing between legs, persuading passage, mouth drifting down her throat, she can hear him breathing heavy- or maybe it’s her, his thigh lifting and pressing and hips rolling, hands on her waist, hands framed around her as he steals another deep kiss. 

He’s entirely lost at the wheel, no longer Luke making decisions, but pollen. Penelope, hot and wanting, the way her body reacts to his, fuck, the sounds she’s making, all drive him further and further into the haze. Her blunt nails scratching down his back and dragging over his scalp, the sharp tug to his roots when he presses his thigh further into her and how she sinks onto it whimpering, legs trembling. “Yes- yes-“ drifts past his ear. His tongue and his mouth pause briefly over the delicate skin they’ve been worshiping, moving up, lips tracing ear as he suggests just as lightly, “more?” 

“Yes-“ 

It’s all he needs before his hands fly to his jeans, briefs and pants pulling down, and shirt flinging off in one rushed move, quick hands moving under her skirt as he jostles, toeing off his shoes and stepping out of each pant leg, his fingers curling and pulling her underwear down, bunching her skirt up, guiding her leg around his. Rapidly he swoops and bucks, Penelope shrieks, startled, fingers braced on his shoulders digging in as the ready begging tightness of her suddenly fills and protests- a shriek that turns into panting mewls as he gently kisses, sucks and nuzzles her full tits. He’s humming and murmuring, lips skipping across skin, stubble scratching as he sips away and she isn’t even aware of how her top has suddenly been removed but she’s glad he’s found a way. 

He’s taken by her plushness, how soft and smooth, creamy and warm her skin is, her perfume and oil, the musk he can smell, directing every lush lick and sensuous rub to her nipples. Her hands slide over his neck and down his back, move to his hips, his ass, fingers tightening, squeezing him closer, Luke growls at the prompt, bucking harshly, Penelope moaning, a throaty filthy thing, and his hands reach for hers, slamming them against the door, palms kissing palms, arms pinning arms, her leg wrapping tighter. He thrusts again, hips snapping, and she cries out, fingers curling, fresh wetness flooding his cock, he does it again and again, each door-rattling thrust garnering him a warbling moan or wailed sob. He kisses her, her lips, her cheek, her jaw, her throat, across her shoulder and over her bouncing tits, leaving little bites and nips, sucking skin between his lips and soothing with his tongue, all the while his cock pounding up into her, her leg climbing ever higher on his hips, calf and foot draped powerlessly around him in his single minded pursuit of claiming her, of streaking her with pleasure. His hips dip and rise, in and out, deep and far, thick and fast and rough, over and over, a brutal pace. The swollen muscle of his V pressing and rubbing relentlessly, the base of his cock, the sharp burst of air and slip of skin, fluids adding to the sting, pleasure, pain, frantic, urgent, he can feel her tightening around him, her velvet walls sucking his shaft, clenching, her thigh trying to hold him, and then the most beautiful thing, her moans and wails morph. 

“Yes, yes, oh- fudge, yeah, yeh- Lu-, please, ye-rig-LuUke!” Tight spasms grip his shaft, Penelope thrashing, head turning left and right, legs quaking, the door slamming around them, body and palms pressing into hers, her fingers curling around, nails digging into the backs of his hands as he brings himself to finish, ruthlessly pushing her through her constricting orgasm and right into another as cum and lube spread slick down his cock, Luke gasping a breathless moan. 

Spent, he slows, grip and full-body pin relaxing but still there for support, Penelope unsteady. They’re breathing hard, his forehead resting against the cool door as he slips out of her. She clears her throat, her leg dragging down his thigh, and just like that he’s snapped back again, blood rushing, fully erect, sunk beneath the ice. 

There is no clarity, no lust subsided this time, only the immediate need to be joined with her. Buried. Fully. Feeling the hot, wet, tremor of her massaging him, sucking him. Endlessly. His cock aches, throbs, feels like bursting- this time is worse than the first, this is awful, the demand, the pull, the burn of surging arousal, nerve endings on fire, Luke flinches curling forward in a cramping wave of pain that quickly washes into a roaring aphrodisia. 

He takes her hands, thumbs brushing palms, and brings each to his lips, pressing a tender, seductive kiss to the backs that had faced such force. “Please, I need to-“ it’s desperate, and wanting, he guides her hand to his firm, saluting cock, eyes connected with hers, pleading, hand over hand guiding hers in pumping up and down his veiny shaft, lids sinking, timber changing, deep and velvet, “Chica, I want you to straddle me, I want you above me, riding me, and milking me, and using me, I wanna see your face, your head tossed back and your chest thrust out as ecstasy rains through your body. I want to see you shake and quiver from my touch- I need to feel it, I need to see it. Penelope-” 

Her thoughts war, struggling between what she should do and what she’s already done; the lack of complication in solitude, the plan to separate which they’d already broken, the want to help, needing to get it out of their systems, all the while pollen invaders sending her body lighting from their shared movement. Dangerously, she looks to him, his eyes filled with sincere longing -and lust- It sweeps through her, a warm blossom low in her belly, the feeling erotic, all thought beyond reason, all urgency gone as the same fog washes over her, and all she can do is nod. 

Drifting, floating they’ve unknowingly been making their way from the door to the bed. Luke collapses as the backs of his legs hit the edge. Looking up at her through hooded lids, hands playing with the fabric of her dress still gathered around her waist, Penelope pushes his chest. Complying, Luke falls easily backward, a knee settling between his legs. His breath becomes heavy and he drags himself back further on the bed, Penelope crawling over him, the hem of her skirt tickling knees, thighs. She leans down, kissing him, Luke lifting to meet her, his hands searching for the zipper, for her bra clasp, finding them, tugging and unhooking. Feeling the items loosen Penelope breaks away, pleased at the whine she hears as she settles back on his quads. Not what he wanted. She grabs the skirt, arms crossed, and lifts, pulling it over her head, bra coming with it, Penelope free of her fabric confines, Luke now treated to the glorious sight of her bare, on top of him. 

His eyes roam from lustrous dark curls to heavy hanging, plump tits flecked red, raising them up further he scans her face, mouth slightly parted, cheeks flush, little blonde buns a fuzzy mess, and her eyes, those sweet brown candies, he sees are watching him, too.  

Her tongue peeks out, starting at his slack sharp jaw, glossy plump lips, drifting down to muscular, tan skin scattered with scars, his firm chest and cut abs…lower she follows the trail of hair that starts at his belly, down to the valley between his peaking hipbones, the meaty curves that frame them…lower still to his blushing cock, Penelope licking her lips. She clenches as devious thoughts fill her head. Bending forward, hands on the bed next to his thighs, she places a gentle kiss to the hot, shining tip, Luke hissing, his dick jumping, Penelope, grinning to herself and leaning further up his body. 

“Chica-“ Luke gasps, pleading for the only relief he knows.

Warm lips fall on his neck, tongue swirling, and then cascade further, tasting him. Down she sinks slowly over his chest, capturing nipples between wet lips, tongue lapping across the edges, the feel of it making him shiver, the feel of it on her tongue making her throb, she slips down further, lips skating between abs, tongue dipping into belly, he’s soapy, and salty, and tastes just a little like he smells- earthy and divine. Further, skin hot on her slick mouth, Penelope tongues around the curly base of his shaft, Luke’s hips jumping under her, hands gripping the blanket. She peeks up, hair falling in her eyes, catching him watching her with a gaze so hot, so intense, she feels like she’s being set ablaze, she blinks, her skin rushing with heat and straightens, shivering. Crawling back up his body, gaze unbroken, hips hovering above hips, she grasps his shaft, guiding the tip to her slick lips. Stoping momentarily, Penelope rubs him from clit through split vulva, over her entrance and back again, twitching and moaning at the light feel of his soft, spongy head on her stimulated nerves, then, realigning, presses him into her, gradually sinking down, down, head tilting back, eyes closing, mouth dropped open to release a shaky sigh, Luke, a perfectly delicious fit. 

Luke watches as his not-so-secret fantasy comes to life, how gratified she looks at just the fill of him, her chest glistening, heaving with light breath, blossoming pink and red. Flat palms reverently ghost up bare thighs and her eyes flutter open, his vision shifts from his own drifting hands to her watching him and back. His palms climb further, smoothing up thick, spread, hips and over her belly, he feels her body squeeze around his cock so snug inside her, fingertips trail up her sides as hands slip under heavy chest, cradling, thumbs brushing and swirling her nipples, she shudders, her hips canting forward and back, Penelope rocking herself to the movement, a sigh trapped behind her bitten lip. 

She hates how stupid it is, generic, cliché, and maybe it’s the pollen, it’s definitely the pollen, because everything about this is like a lazy romance novel; the way she moulds perfectly around his cock, how very Goldilocks or Arthurian it is, how his hands are forming around her breasts and his fingers are rolling her nipples just right and he’s strong and beautiful and looking at her full of love and wonder and she feels that bubbling warmth spreading as she slowly rides him back and forth, back and forth, grateful, pleasured, little mewls slipping out, the tickle of his velvety cock rubbing against her slick walls, her movements deepening, an exaggerated roll from pelvis to spine, her breath coming faster, going higher and higher with every undulating rock, the feel of his fingers sending signals shooting through her, Luke’s full mouth sucking on her tits, her hips swooping and swooping, thrusting and rolling, coming faster and faster, her hands on the balls of his shoulders as he disengages, laying back, watching as she takes selfishly from him. 

He’s mesmerized by the woman, the goddess atop him, the sight of her, Penelope in the throws, quickening, watching him, connected to him, until her eyes slip shut, mouth dropped, head tilting, tits thrusting out, her own hands twisting and pinching rosey nipples, shoulders rolling back, Penelope glowing, euphoric. His thumbs sweep the tender skin of her inner thighs, “beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful,“ aches in his murmur.

She realizes it’s just like he said, she’s high above him chasing her pleasure, moaning and sighing, his large, calloused hands caressing her shaking thighs, his timber, her hips rolling, she can’t stop, spine straightening, head tossing back, her disheveled buns finally falling, long hair cascading, legs convulsing at his touch, her body milking him tightly, he feels so good, he feels so good, he feels- so good, he feels- so good, he feels- he feels- he fEELS- HE-  Her breath climbs and with it he’s pulled along, more, more, more, harder, stronger, firmer, Luke dizzying from what he’s sure has to be every blood cell in his body now in his cock, standing proud for her, being sucked and pulled and choked by her desperate cunt, encouraging through breathless pants, “that’s right- keep going- just like that- Gorgeous-” it’s a whispered chant that doesn’t let up, becomes more and more strained, more and more airy.

A catching stroke has her eyes fluttering open, immediately finding his own transfixed on her, the second they connect he tightens like a kick, cock jumping, swelling, hitting her just right, pushing her over, Penelope cumming and Luke  just as suddenly, eyes glossing and pupils dilating, a grunting moan mixing with her throaty pitching one, Penelope calling his name again, warbling, her thighs clenching him like a riding horse, his hips thrusting, hands holding fast to her as rough hot spurts of cum fill her again.

Catching her breath, coming down, she suddenly feels a skin-crawling urge to climb off him, to escape this embarrassing situation and hide it in a box on a shelf in a dark closet. 

She will not play the fool

which is how she knows

Shamefully her arms move to cross, covering some part of herself, “Right…I think…I’m…Are you…good?” Looking at him she isn’t sure she can tell, his eyes still shining and dark, a dreamy grin on his face, and he hasn’t stopped petting her legs, drawing circles. 

“You mean free of glittering gold Cupid’s arrows?” He briefly takes stock, “I can say with wavering confidence that I believe they’ve run their course.” 

“Well. Good. We should get back then,” she states matter of factly, and, grabbing her dress and underwear, she dismounts him, disappearing into the bathroom to dress and fix herself up. 

Luke lays on the bed for a moment longer watching her leave. 

Loving her is hard. Will be even harder now.

Penelope’s always been easy to read, that’s never been the problem, the problem is her words, her actions, don’t often match what he believes to be true. A hand rests over his heart as he thinks about what just happened and wonders where they go from here. He knows where he’d like to go, he’d like to not have to go back to the lab, he’d like for her to have stayed here next to him, lazy fingers playing on his skin, he’d like…for her to just open herself up to trying…be brave…He’d like that most of all. But he can guess where she’d have them go.

Each redressed, looking less ravaged, they make their way in silence out of the hotel and into the SUV, Luke opening her door, driving them, Penelope uncharacteristically giving no lip. The ride is quiet, so quiet he can’t stand it, so quiet he’s decided to hell with it. At least this might get some reaction. “So,“ he lets out a light, nervous, chuckle “Uh, Garcia-Pen… “ 

”Luke,” she huffs exasperated. Great he’s going to apologize, or- worse yet- remind her it was nothing. Just what she needs. “it’s fine, we can be adults about this. It was hitting you faster, and a lot stronger than it was me, maybe because you’re a guy and you know, testosterone, and virility, and sex drive and all that,- not that I don’t have a fantastic sex drive, I do- that’s not what I meant, that’s not the point… Ah- whatever, but it’s fine. Adults. We’re capable.” So what if they’d just had fantastic, mind-blowing sex? Multiple times. It doesn’t matter that no one has looked at her like he did. Does. He is Luke and she is Penelope, and they are just two members of the BAU who now share this weird secret they can never tell anyone…

Fluff She gets side tracked thinking about not telling, then starts bargaining with herself about who she really can tell. 

NO ONE. 

Because they are coworkers! That’s all. All the heightened emotions, the feelings, the feeling- it means nothing, because it was the pollen. Eros. Cupid. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time…they both did. 

“Yeah…” Luke nods distractedly, entertaining the thought of lying, brushing it off, and just agreeing with her, but realizes he can’t anymore. “Actually,” and then he shakes his head, “no. Whatever that means, no. I don’t want it. I don’t want to- I’m pretty sure it hit me as strong and fast as it did because…I have feelings for you. So, if that means forgetting this, that this was meaningless or forgettable, that you are forgettable- you want me to forget…No. It wouldn’t be possible for me. This is not forgettable to me. And, I don’t want it to be.”

“Well…” she sputters, completely thrown, “tough crackers, mister. We work together, you can’t- you have to forget-“ She isn’t sure why she says it, it’s not like the whole working together thing has ever really stopped anyone and she’s pretty sure she does like him a whole lot…a whole lot.

Luke laughs glancing over, “Why? Rossi and Strauss worked together, you and that tech guy-” and then he stops, a creeping horrible thought dawning on him. Suddenly he wants to pull over, wants to never have brought it up, wants to fold into himself. The thought hadn’t even occurred to him and he feels like such an ass. 

The words seep out, Luke helpless to stop the slow crawl from brain to tongue, “… If it worked fast on me because of my feelings…it didn’t work as fast on you because…you don’t.” 

She could lie…she could tell him that was right, she doesn’t have feelings for him, feelings that, despite her best efforts in resistance, he’s only managed to force into growing. She’s staring at her lap, at her fidgeting fingertips, but she sees his head turned toward her, vision bouncing from road to her. She looks up at him, pleading he not make her say it, pleading he let it go…and watches as his expression turns from hope, to disappointment, to resignation.

“Right. Right.” He turns back, defeated, crushed. A hand lets go of the wheel rubbing his face. He can see it in her eyes, but it’s not his place to force her. 

“You know what? No-“ quickly he pulls over to the side of the highway

“Luke! The lab!”

“No one’s texted either of us, just. Let me say this. I want to give this a chance. Penelope, I’ve liked you for…so long. I know you feel the same, I know you’re scared-“ 

“You don’t know anything-” 

He grips the steering wheel tightly out of frustration, growling, “Then tell me. Tell me honestly, and I’ll stop. Tell me honestly, and I’ll never bring it up again.”

Looking at him, she frowns, her voice growing small “I….I can’t-“ 

“Then let’s try. We’ve already got the hard part out of the way, we know how to be around each other… Let me take you to dinner, let me try to make you happy.”

“Ha! Being with you is the opposite of happy-” her face breaks, the jab is familiar footing, teasing.

“Penelope, I’m serious! You already know I’m here for you, you know… that I love you. If there’s some part of you…that thinks you love me too, let me try to make that part happy…”

The smile melts, her eyes turning sad and watery, and he knows what comes next, ”…Luke, we need to get back.” It’s not an answer, but it is. 

He can’t recall the last time he’s felt this way, but right now isn’t the time. He shuts his eyes stuffing it all back into a box and pulls the gear shift, glancing over his shoulder before pulling back onto the highway. Some gambles don’t pay off. 

They’re minutes from the lab, trees passing, neither saying a word, his eyes carefully trained on the road, on the cars around them, Luke set on simply getting them back when her voice breaks through the white noise of tires on asphalt.

His head jerks as he glances, not really hearing her, “What was that?”  

Penelope clears her throat, speaking louder, “I said, but I’d like to try…”

Slowly, a small smile spreads in reaction, a warm and happy kind of smile she’s never seen, free of cheek and mischief “Yeah?”

Penelope nods rapidly, sucking down a steadying breath, “yeah.” 

[purplelightyouth]

Emily is definitely gay bruh like the tension between her an JJ? The tension between her and Tara? This woman didn't have a drop of chemistry with any boyfriend they got her on the show fr especially not that potato head in season 15

[eddies-puppet]

𝙇𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙄𝙣 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙚 | 𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙍𝙚𝙞𝙙

When an old unsolved case falls back onto their desks, the BAU calls in reinforcements from Emily's days with Interpol. Becca's arrival stirs the case up, as well as the heart of a certain Dr Reid...

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 1: 𝘚𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘎𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵

Warnings: Descriptions of violence

Word count: 1,518

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Becca sighed as the elevator came to a stop on the sixth floor, straightening her black dress as the doors opened slowly. Stepping out, she walked towards the large glass doors across the corridor. She pulled the heavy door open, the sound of people bustling around filling her ears.

"Excuse me," she smiled to the tall man pouring himself a coffee, towering over her even in her heels as he pushed his hair back from his face. "I'm looking for Emily Prentiss?" He smiled down at her, gesturing towards the far corner of the room.

"That's her office in the corner."

"Perfect, thank you," she smiled as she turned and made her way towards the open door. She paused in the doorway, smiling as she peeked her head around the corner. Emily was hunched over her desk, scribbling away at some paperwork. "Did someone call for an exhausted Brit?" She laughed, Emily's face lighting up as she heard her voice.

"Oh my god, it's so good to see you," Emily exclaimed, jumping up from her desk and running to the doorway, pulling her friend into a tight hug.

"You too Em," Becca smiled as she pulled away, pushing her long dark hair behind her ear. "I wish it were under better circumstances though," she added sadly.

"Yeah, true story," Emily muttered as she walked back around her desk, taking a seat and gesturing for Becca to sit down opposite her. "So how are you? I was really sorry to hear you and Adam broke up."

"Oh god, don't be! I'll fill you in some time, but trust me, it's a good thing," Becca laughed. "But I'm good, thank you. How about you?"

"Really good. The last few years have been a whirlwind, but I'm glad I decided to come back," Emily said, nodding slowly. "Thank you for getting here so quickly. You must be really jetlagged." Becca raised her eyebrows, nodding dramatically.

"Just a bit!" She laughed. "But if we can catch this fucker between us, it'll be worth it. How many times has he hit in Washington?"

"Two so far, but it's been a couple of weeks since his last kill so he's going to snap again sooner or later," Emily explained.

"I'm just glad your analyst managed to link them. Without her, we might never have spotted them all," Becca said.

"Garcia is the best of the best," Emily smiled. "She did leave the BAU for a few months, and I can't tell you how glad we all are that she's back. The team are waiting for me in the round table room, you ready to get started?" Becca smiled, rising eagerly from her seat.

"Let's do it. I can't wait to meet them with everything you've told me," she smiled. Emily walked from her office, gesturing for Becca to follow.

As she followed Emily along the raised walkway that ran around the outside edge of the room, she glanced around the large office. There were files lining the far wall, and banks of desks filled the room, people milling around busily, and a kitchen area in the corner nearest to the large glass doors.

She smiled to herself, picturing her tiny room in the basement of the Interpol offices in London, with its tiny window high in the wall that even if she was tall enough to see out of it, all she'd see was the back alley of the building. Very far removed from the floor-to-ceiling windows lining the walkway, with panoramic views of the Quantico complex.

As they reached the closed door, Emily paused, her hand on the door handle.

"Prior warning. Penelope is going to go crazy for your British accent," Emily laughed. "Also, don't try shaking Spencer's hand. He's a bit of a germophobe and believe me, you don't want his speech about it being safer to kiss."

"Noted," Becca laughed softly as Emily pushed the door open and strolled inside.

"Ok guys, our special guest has arrived, let's get started," Emily said loudly as she made her way to the large circular table and took a seat, Becca sitting down beside her.

"First, let me introduce you to Dr Rebecca Harding. She teaches forensic psychology in England and she consults for Interpol, which is how our paths crossed. Becca is here to work with us on some recent killings in Washington, and I want you to consider her a part of this team for as long as she's here," Emily instructed the team.

"If she's not too tired from her trip, I was thinking maybe Becca could join us all for drinks tonight?" Emily suggested, looking at Becca, her lips curling into a small smile.

"Count me in," Becca smiled.

"Oh!" Garcia exclaimed. "I love the British accent!" She grinned, clapping her hands excitedly. "Would you like some tea mate?" She laughed in a very bad attempt at a British accent, earning a snorted laugh from the Hispanic man sitting opposite Becca.

Becca already knew she and Garcia would become great friends. She was warm and friendly, her clothes bright and cheerful, even matching her glasses.

"I mean, that was more Australian than British, but I never turn down tea," Becca chuckled.

"Can't say I didn't warn you," Emily laughed quietly. "Let me just tell you who everyone is and then I'll let Garcia talk us through the case. To your left is Dr Tara Lewis, then Matt Simmons, Jennifer Jareau, Luke Alvez, David Rossi and Dr Spencer Reid," Emily introduced everyone, all smiling warmly at Becca as Emily pointed to them in turn. She recognised Spencer as the tall stranger who she had spoken to when she first arrived. "And this delightful creature is Penelope Garcia, our tech analyst."

"And knower of all things both knowable and unknowable," Garcia chirped, bouncing out of her seat and across to the large screen at the front of the room, her bright blue heels clicking against the ground as she went.

"Well, my fine furry friends, we have a doozy for you today. Six years ago, the BAU consulted on four murders in Los Angeles," Garcia began, pressing buttons on the remote control in her hand, bringing up the pictures of four women on the screen. "This charming unsub likes to mutilate the genitals of his victims before stabbing them precisely thirteen times in the chest and stomach before slitting their throats and cutting their tongues out," Garcia grimaced, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"Talk about overkill," Tara muttered. "This guy is angry."

"Garcia, were the victims sexually assaulted?" Matt asked.

"The M.E. found it difficult to say for sure because of all the, cutting," Garcia stuttered, scrunching her nose in disgust. "But he believes they were raped beforehand. No DNA left behind though." Matt nodded slowly, chewing on the lid of his pen.

"So, we're looking at a very angry sexual sadist," Luke said quietly.

"You know, I think I remember this case," Spencer said, leaning forward in his seat. "I didn't work it but I remember Hotch and Morgan discussing it. The unsub left the bodies in public parks posed under trees, right?" Garcia nodded, pressing the remote again, bringing up a new image on the screen of one of the victims at a dump site. "If I remember correctly, the unsub then fell dormant. There were four victims and then it all just stopped."

Becca watched Spencer as he spoke quickly, his hands gesturing with every word. His hair was longer, falling in soft chocolate waves that stopped just below his ears and often fell across his hazel eyes. His style was a little different to her normal type, although she did like his combination of a suit and Converse high tops, and she had to admit he was cute. And painfully smart from what she could remember Emily telling her about him.

"You're partially correct, boy genius," Garcia said. "The killings stopped in L.A., but two months later, similar murders started in London, England. Which is where Dr Harding comes in," Garcia explained, smiling as she gestured towards Becca.

"I was called in by Interpol to help with profiling this delightful guy, which is how I met Em," Becca explained, smiling at Emily. "The murders in London were basically an exact replica of the L.A. ones. Same victimology, same M.O., same timeline. And they stopped just as abruptly a year ago."

"We got a call from the police department in Washington a few days ago about a suspected serial," Emily explained. "When Garcia ran the details through ViCAP, she noticed the links between all of the murders, and I called Becca. Thank you again for dropping everything," she smiled at Becca.

"You think I was gonna pass up the chance to work with the BAU?" Becca laughed. "Not likely!"

"It's getting late, and I'm sure this one would like a nap before we hit the bar, so head home. We'll get started in the morning," Emily said, rising from her chair. "I'll text you the address for the bar," she smiled to Becca.

"Perfect, can't wait," Becca smiled.

Chapter 2

[therearemorethings]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV), Criminal Minds: Evolution (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luke Alvez/Penelope Garcia Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, David Rossi Additional Tags: Friends With Benefits, Pining, Frenemies but they are actually endgame, this is me coping with the mess that's CM Evolution, Kissing, Making Out, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Season 16 Fix-It Summary:

“One dinner. Three years ago,” she responds to the girl. “We thrive as frenemies, however.” “We’re friends, why do I have to be your enemy?” He confronts her as she closes the door. “We’re friends, right?” He says the last part with a coy smile and a lift of his eyebrows, defying her to contradict him. Because she’s the one that insists that they are friend. Just friends.

 This is me denying episodes 6 and 7. I rewrote episode 1 so it makes sense with my post-season 15 fantasy. Luke's POV.

[lunas-criminally-writing]

getting excited because i actually wanna write something

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

Falling for the handyman a Luke Alvez Smut

Smut ages 18+

Inspired by a Adam Rodriguez movie that I watched over the weekend where he was a handyman. This story takes place during the time after Season 15 ended and season 16 when Luke wasn't working at the BAU. Because the BAU wasn't happening at the time. 

So Luke took up a job as a handyman, and him and a lonely woman who needs some things fixed around her house end up falling in love. I hope that you enjoy it. I don't really write too much for Luke Alvez. But I am quite a fan of his now, so I decided to dabble in a little bit of writing for him.

There's also a little bit of my life that I added to there. This story also contains quite a bit of drama and a mean dad, a fictional mean boyfriend.

Trigger warning!. This story contains A brief part with a abusive ex-boyfriend.

I will leave a * When that part comes. And another one when that part is over.

There will be a mention of him after the.* But nothing much

Y/n Was in some serious need of home repairs when her best friend told her about her handyman Luke Alvez. 

"I don't need a handyman. I just need a few things fixed around here, like the leaky Kitchen faucet. The leaking shower head. The hot water heater is not hot enough. My bathroom door keeps getting stuck so I just kick it open."

" Oh yeah, that sounds like a great solution. Yeah, you definitely don't need a handyman. It's only a few little minor problems around your apartment. Come on. I'm telling you, you are going to love this guy. Possibly love this guy, OK? He's very good with his hands, if you know what I mean. And other parts of his body. Hmm. You sure you don't want to give him a try?" she asked.

 "No, because I know exactly what you're thinking. You're thinking that I'm going to meet him and fall in love and all my problems are going to be over. No, that is not how it happens. I'm not a Lifetime movie, OK? I'm not the kind of girl that's going to fall in love with the handy man or the pool boy or the man that Builds the Gazebo. And where the hell is so many women Need gazebos anyway?" you ask.

"The gazebo is just a concrete item. The real story is how the gazebo builder rebuilds the lonely woman's heart and they end up falling in love with each other. And then he rescued her from her loneliness."  That's what it's really about. It's never really about the gazebo."

" Yeah, too sappy for me. Just take and send the guy over here. Let him fix the stuff up. That way you'll stop bugging me."

" I'll tell him about you. I guarantee you, you will not be sorry, she said. Sing Songy. 

"I certainly hope that I'm not, because I really don't want to be dealing with this kind of crap anymore, OK? Honestly, I just want to just live my life as best as I can, just be done with it."

Two days later, there was a knock at Your door.

You shuffled over to your front door, not really wanting to deal with anyone. You signed before finally unlocking it and opening to see the man standing on the other side. You open the door with a gasp as you saw Luke Alvez holding a little toolbox wearing denim pants. A white T-shirt and a light blue Plaid shirt over it. The Plaid shirt was unbuttoned.

"I'm Luke Alvez. I'm here to fix a few things for you. I think I was told that it's a leaky kitchen faucet. Something about a shower head, a hot water heater, a door that you like to kick. I'd like to take care of all of that for you and anything else that you may need help with". 

You could not believe what you were seeing.

What was your friend thinking, sending this man over to your house? I mean, honestly, look at him, his tone muscles. His short black hair, chiseled features and plump lips that are just begging for you to kiss them. 

"Ma'am?" He said, looking at you before licking his lips and looking around your apartment to see where you might be having the problems. 

"Yeah, sure. Come on in. I'm sorry. I don't mean to just stand here blocking the door."

"If you show me to your kitchen I will gladly fix the problem. Something about leaky pipes. I'm really good with my hands". 

Oh my God, this man was trying to kill you. 

"Uh, yeah, yeah. The kitchen is this way". You told him, running your hands through your hair to try to make yourself look a little bit more presentable. You didn't know that the handyman was really going to be hunky, hunkalicious. You walked through your living room wearing your Sweatshirt and sweatpants.

"It's right through here" you said, pointing to the kitchen. 

Luke could already hear the dripping that was coming from the faucet. "Ohh yes I hear it. I can take care of that no problem". Within 3 minutes the dripping had stopped.

The dripping from the faucet. Anyway, fame couldn't be said from the dripping that was happening in your underwear at this moment.

"OK, and I heard something about a leaky shower head. I'll gladly take care of that for you too" he told you with a smile.

 "Thank you. OK, so you have everything that you need, all your tools and whatever, because I don't have any tools around here, so".

 "Oh yes, I have everything that I need here. Thank you." 

"OK". You said to him before scurrying into the next room and grabbing your phone to call up your friend who sent Luke over here. You called her and as soon as she answered the phone. 

"What the hell were you thinking sending this man to me? You know, I'm just going to end up falling right into bed with him. You're just going to make me into a Lifetime movie. That's all you're going to do. You and your romance novels. I don't wanna fall into bed with the handyman. And you send me quite possibly one of the sexiest handyman that there's ever been. Ever. What is wrong with you? Do you like him? You did this to me on purpose, didn't you? Have you ever had him?"  You kept rambling into the phone.

"Oh, I wish, but no." you're friend told you. "but i have heard about how good he is from an old girlfriend.

As you're talking to your friend, Luke comes up behind you and asks 

"Can you tell me where your bathroom is? I'm going to fix your. Shower head."

" Oh, yes, it's, it's right down the hall there. Hey. Just follow the sound of the dripping, just like you did in the kitchen, I guess" you said with a nervous chuckle.

"OK, I'll do that" he said, walking down the hallway carrying his toolbox. 

"I mean, my God, girl, Seriously, what were you thinking? You know what's going to happen with me?"

" I know exactly what's going to happen with you. At least I know exactly what I hope happens with you. You deserve a better guy than the one that you have. You need to know that there's better men out there than the one that you have, and better men than your dad."

"I know that people tell me that, but so far there's been little to no proof of that on my end." you told her with a sigh.

Just then you heard Luke speak from behind you. 

"I fixed up your shower head for right now, but I'm going to get you a new one. I just wrapped some tape around the connection where the shower head screws into the Water pipe. But I'm going to pick you up a new one in the morning, since when I tried it out to see if the tape was holding, I noticed that you weren't getting much water from the shower head so it was either a water pressure issue, which didn't seem to be the case. And. The water was coming out good from your kitchen faucet so a clogged shower head. That seems to be the more likely thing, so I'm going to get you a new one. I can get it back for you in the morning. Unless you need it tonight, then I can gladly bring it back for you tonight." he told you licking those sexy lips of his.

 "Ohh, no morning's fine. I I can deal with the bad water pressure. For one more night, I suppose."  You told him with a chuckle.

 "OK. Do you have a preference of what kind you'd like?"

" Not really what you think. Fine with me".

" OK. So I'll see you in the morning 9:00 would be ok?"

" Yes, I'll be here"

"ok then tomorrow at 9:00, bye."

 "The man is buying me a new shower head. What are you doing to me?" 

"that it's such a bad thing. I mean, maybe you really need a new one. He is a handyman. He's just doing his job." you're friend told you.

 When morning came, you've already had on your cute little outfit that you frantically Searched through your closet for. When your friend called, to see if Luke had showed up yet. You answered the phone, panting after running around looking for the perfect outfit. 

"Well, why are you panting?" She asked with a chuckle. "Did I interrupt something?"

" The only thing you interrupted was me looking for the perfect outfit"

 "Looking for the perfect outfit, huh? Huh. OK, so where did we go with?"

" Oh, you know, just some. Now in pink shorts and. The green top."

" Pink shorts? Are they Your hot pink shorts that say juicy on the back?'

" Maybe. I mean, I don't know. Maybe those are the ones that I found".

 "Yeah, sure. They're the ones that you found. Is it by any chance going With that lime green tank top of yours?"

 "Maybe".

" My God, you're breaking out your shorts that say stuff on them. You're breaking out the shorts that have words across your Ass. Really. You want him looking at your Ass?"

" Well, I mean, I don't see why not. I've been looking at his. He's walking around my apartment. Cute firm, tight little. Butt. Fits so snugly in those tight pants that he walks around here in."

"Mhhm you like him! i knew it"

"I don't have time to talk to you about this right now. I am busy and Luke's going to be here any minute. I have to make some coffee, so goodbye." When the doorbell rang, you found yourself very excited about it. 

He was here. Luke was here. "You have officially become the girl that you hate" you told yourself, before running to the door to open it. 

"Hi, good morning. Come on in." you said welcoming him.

"Thank you. I got you a very good shower head. I think you're going to be very happy with it. It's removable from the wall mount. That way you can spray yourself off if you need to, like after a bubble bath maybe to remove the excess soap."

"Oh wow, thank you. Yes, that would come in very handy for removing excess soap, wouldn't it?" You said with a shy giggle.

"I made some coffee. If you tell me how you like it, I can make you a cup."

"Oh, thank you very much, but I had some with my breakfast before I went to the hardware store this morning. Maybe next time though."

He put in the shower head and did a few more things that were on your list of things to do. You begin finding yourself looking for things around your apartment for him to fix just so that he could be around. After about a month of projects, little things here and there. He really seemed like he was interested in your life.

"You know, all the little things that I've been doing around here for you would be easy things for your boyfriend to do for you. You know, if he was willing to help you out, maybe. You know, instead of having to keep paying me, I'll gladly keep coming back and fixing anything that you'd like. But I feel bad that you have to keep paying for something that you know. A man could just take care of for you"

 " No, no, no boyfriend. There was one, but. He wasn't very good at fixing things, or a good man at all, really. So no, he's out of the picture for good".

"He is bad news, isn't he? I've seen this a lot. You know, there's a lot of bad men in this world. But I'm not one of them." He told you before putting his hand on your shoulder and patting it.

After Luke left a few minutes later, there was a knock at your door. You thought that Luke had forgotten something and came back for it. you walked to the door and opened it. 

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"What did you forget?"  But you weren't met with Luke. You were met with the face of someone that you never wanted to see again, Your ex-boyfriend, Paul. Grabbing your arm and demanding an answer of who the man was that just left your apartment. 

"He is the handyman. I had to get someone to fix stuff around here. It's not like you were ever any good at anything. All you did was break things, including me. You tried to break me, but I showed you that I was stronger than what you thought I was". 

he Grabbed your arm out of anger. And shoved you to the side before going into the bedroom and retrieving some of the items he had left behind. Calling you names from the bedroom as he threw things into a plastic bag that he wanted to take with him. before left the apartment with a slam of the door.

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The next day, Luke returned to your home. 

"Hey, I just stopped by to see how everything was going. You haven't had any new projects for me have you?"

he can See that you had been crying. Still shaking from what had happened two days Earlier, and the bruise still clearly visible on your arm, just below where your sleeve stopped. You pulled the sleeve down a little, hoping to hide. The bruise. But it didn't work. Luke had already seen it. 

"What happened to your arm?" He asked you, lifting the sleeve up a little bit. And he was probably pushing his boundaries. But his FBI instincts have taken over, not to mention the instincts of just being a good man in general. 

"Did someone do this to you?" He asked, holding your arm in his hand gently. 

"Uh, yeah, it's it's nothing. It was my. It was my ex. He saw you leaving and wanted to know who you were. He didn't accept my answer that you were the handyman, so he got angry".

" This man, he's no good. I know that I'm a handyman now. But my job used to be. As an FBI agent, the Behavioral Analysis Unit. I was an FBI agent. I put away the bad guys. I don't want the bad guys to win. Before that, I was a bounty hunter. So I'm all about stopping the bad guys. You tell me who he is, I'll find him. He'll never touch you again".

" You were an FBI agent?".

" Yeah, I was. Like I said, I stopped the bad guys. I'm not one of them, I promise you".

 "He told me that he loved me. I don't think men are capable of love. is That a wrong way to feel?" 

"No, it's not a wrong way to feel if you've never experienced love"

"Not from a Man, and no my dad was mean to me. Then Paul. I just wanted to be loved, you know? My dad always put me down, called me stupid and useless. Ugly. Paul did the same thing, so maybe it's true". you said with tears streaming down your face.

 "No, it's not true. That's not love. Love is. Being there for somebody, no matter what, through thick and thin. Love is holding someone in your arms when they're sad, not being the one that makes them sad. Love isn't wanting to stay in bed all day Because you don't have anything to get up for. Love is being too tired from the night before To even want to get out of bed in the morning, it's not wanting to leave the person that's in bed with you because you love them so much and the thought of being away from them is too much for you to bear. That's love. Not what this man did to you not what your dad did to you." he Told you, wiping the tears away from your face.

"Have you ever been too tired for before to want to go to work or get out of bed?" you asked him.

 "A few times, yes. Not very much though I. Always picked the wrong woman. Just want somebody to pay for their stuff, not really love me back so. Not really, you know. There's always the fantasy, though, of having someone to love you, but. I agree with you. It's not always sunshine and rainbows, you know. But if I was your man. I would never hurt you. If I was your man, you would be loved so completely. You wouldn't know what to do."

  "What would you do?" You asked him. 

"Well. I would kiss your lips like this". He told you before putting his hand on your cheek gently and kissing you with those beautiful lips that you've been wanting since the first time you saw him. 

"Then I would kiss your neck like this". He told you kissing your neck gently. 

"Then I would pick you up You'd wrap your legs around me". He told you as he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Then I would Carry you to your bedroom". He told you as he walked to your bedroom. 

"I would lay you on the bed gently". He told you doing it. 

"Then I would slowly remove your shirt before. Kissing you gently all the way down. Your chest and your beautiful little tummy. Before making it to exactly where you want me to be."

Everything he described is exactly what he was doing to you. You couldn't believe that this was happening. A man finally loves you. You actually felt safe with Luke for some reason.

He removed your little pajama shorts since you were still wearing your pajamas, not expecting anyone to come over today. In doing so, he exposed your pink underwear with a little bow in the middle.

"So pretty and with the little bow. Did you wear these for me? Did you think this would happen today?"

"No" you said with a shudder. Not an unhappy shutter. A very excited one. So excited about what might happen next.

"Well, I'm glad it is happening" he told you. Before putting his thumbs on each side of your underwear Waistband.

"Would you like if I removed these?" He asked you.

"Yes, please. Please remove them, Luke."

"Ok Baby, anything you want."

He told you before slowly removing them Off of you and throwing them behind his head.

"So beautiful" he told you before pulling away. And removing the shirt that he had on Over a white tank top.

When the shirt was removed and he was standing there in front of you wearing the tank top, that's when you could see how rippled his arms were. The muscles so sexy. And then you saw it. The gold chain that was around his neck. Oh my God, this man was going to kill you and you would gladly let him.

"Would you like me to remove the rest of my clothes?" He asked you.

You were practically drooling at the sight of him already.

"Yes, please. I want to see you, all of you."

Once he was fully undressed, he picked you back up off the bed, bridal style. So that he could peel the covers down and slide you both underneath them.

"So, would you like to know what else I'd want to do to you?"

"Yes".

"Well, I would go under the covers and lick you like a lollipop".

"Please Luke, please do it".

He did. Before long, you could hear him asking. "Would you like me to add my fingers?"

"Yes" you moaned out.

And he did. He had you coming in no time.

Then he came out from under the covers with the biggest grin on his face. 

"I bet your ex never made you feel that good did he?"

He asked, knowing good and well, he never did.

"Are you ready to have me inside of you now?"

You moaned out a pitiful yes.

"OK, then you shall have me"

He pushed inside with no hesitation. Your body gladly welcomed him, just the way you had warmly welcomed him into your home.

He started out with slow thrusts, looking into your eyes. You swear you saw sparkles in those beautiful brown eyes, He felt unlike anything you've ever experienced in your life.

The slow movements, the kisses, the way that you could feel his hands running up and down your arms up and down your thighs. For he wrapped her legs around his waist. And pushing inside of you at a new angle. Moaned his name more Times. Then you could count because you were thinking about counting. Right now, all you were thinking about was the way that Luke felt inside of you. But Luke loved it. He loved hearing you moan. His name is something that he could listen to for the rest of his life.

After you orgasmed for the 5th time. Luke pulled out and laid next to you.

"Are you OK, baby? I wasn't too much, was it?"

"I'm fine. I'm perfect. I'm great. I'm the happiest I've ever been in my life."

"Good. I'm glad I could make you happy".

He told you before pulling you close to him and wrapping his arms around you.

"Would you like to have this for the rest of your life? To feel loved and safe.?" He asked you.

"Yes, I would".

I would do it too you know? I will give you anything you wanted. All you had to do was ask. Sometimes you wouldn't even need to ask. I would just know what you need. That's the way of a Latin lover, you know. When their girl is sad, we know exactly what to do."

"And this right here" he said, brushing his fingertip up and down the bruise that your ex-boyfriend had left on your arm. "I would never do this, Never ever do anything like this to you. You would never have bruises from me. Unless, of course, you're a kinky little one and you'd like to have bruises from me." He said with a chuckle.

"I would let you do anything you wanted to me Luke".

"Remember when I told you that love means being too tired from the night before to want to leave bed? Well, you would be too tired because I would Make Love to you each and every night. And I will wake you up every morning with my head between your legs. Because you asked me this morning how do I like my coffee? I like it with cream. I think I'd like you to even more with your cream."

Your life was forever changed. Even though being Luke Alvez is girl. Meant stressful days and nights for you soon enough. When he had to give up his job as a handyman to go back to the FBI. But he always made sure that he was there as much as he could be for his beautiful girl. And always made it up to you for the time he had to be away. And true to his word, you were too tired to get out of bed in the morning. You couldn't believe what happened to you. You had truly fallen in love with the handyman.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope that You enjoyed my Luke Alvez as a handyman story.

Please leave comments, I would love to know what you thought about my story and if you would like For me to write more about Luke Alvez.

[allexthakatt]

Helloooo! My name is Allex, I'm 24, and I still love fan fiction. 𝕀𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖.

THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG! MINORS ARE REALLY NOT WELCOME!

Wanna read what I got? Heres my MASTERLIST!

REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!! Even if you don't really request, I love talking to people! Please feel free to ask or even just send a message <3

Heres who I'll write for::

STRANGER THINGS ⬇️

Eddie Munson 🦇

Steve Harrington 💅

CRIMINAL MINDS ⬇️

Dr. Spencer Reid

Luke Alvez

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

LORD OF THE RINGS ⬇️

Legolas Greenleaf 🏹

Eomer

Aragorn 👑

Boromir

Faramir

Merry

Pippin

Frodo

Sam

THE HOBBIT ⬇️

Thranduil

Fili

Kili

Thorin

Bofur

Beorn

BALDURS GATE ⬇️

Astarion

Halsin

Gale

Dammon

STARDEW VALLEY ⬇️

Sam

Shane

Elliot

Sebastian

Harvey

Alex

. The things I write::

SMUT! oo la la ~ 🥵

ANGST! ouch... ❤️‍🔥

HURT/COMFORT! cuddles.. ❤️‍🩹

FLUFF! kisses? 💗

I do mostly f!reader BUT if you'd like I can do gender neutral! Reader too!

Have fun reading ✨

[dudeseducer985]

New writing blog

I hope this is put together well enough by the end of it.

Hello! I’m quite new to writing on tumblr, or really posting on here in general, but I wanted to make a bit of an introductory bit.

Some stuff about what I’ll do

So basically this blog is for me to write fan fiction as a way of improving my writing skills and for fun. Since this is for me to improve, I will take criticism :). So if more experienced writers have any tips for me I will gladly take them. Other than writing I may post a few things about my interests, but nothing much else.

Rules for requests ig

Things I will write

Romantic fics

Cheesy romance fics (we all deserve a bit of cheesy romance in our lives)

Angst & Hurt/Comfort

Fluff

Headcanons

Oneshots

Dysphoria

Things I won’t write

Sexual fics (I don’t know how to write them and I’m not very comfortable with writing them anyways)

SA (very few exceptions for this)

Teacher x Student, Boss x Employee (Basically power dynamics, you get the idea)

Fandoms and characters I will write for

The Scream franchise

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Mickey Altieri

Roman Bridger

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Derek Morgan

Luke Alvez (once I catch up again)

The Batman (2022)

The riddler

Batman

Webtoons

Questism

Suhyeon Kim

Hajun Gu

More will be added once I re-read

Lookism

Daniel Park (both)

Euntae Park/Vasco

Zack Lee

Jake Kim

Samuel Seo

Jonggun/Gun

Joongoo/Goo

More can be requested because I forgot some of them

Viral Hit

Hobin Yoo

Wangguk Han

Taehoon Seong

Hyeonsu Lee

Yeonu/Yeonwoo Ji

Seongjun Baek

Requests for reader

I will mostly do everything ambiguous reader unless specified, however most of my writing is aimed towards non-women.

Things you can specify for reader in a req

Cis or Trans male reader

Non-Binary Trans reader (basically anything other than trans man)

Reader of a certain race or ethnicity (specificity is appreciated so I can do my research)

Reader with Disabilities (specificity appreciated for same reason as the last one)

ND and Autistic reader (anything specific to you can also be requested)

Reader with a particular style (punk, gyaru, scene, etc.)

Arospec/Acespec readers

I think that’s all I needed to disclose

You can do asks about non-fanfic related things if you’d like, but nothing too specific :D Enjoy my blog <33

[reidgraygubler]

going in blind (luke alvez/reader)

{image id: gif of luke alvez holding two long sleeved button ups, the one on the left is gray and the one on the right is blue. A german shepard is in the foreground. the caption reads “the blue or the grey? hmm?” end image id}

Title: Going In Blind

Request: No

Couple: Luke Alvez with Visually Impaired Reader

Category: Fluff

Content Warning: swearing (if any), mentions of service/guide animals, mentions of serving in the army, brief mentions of PTSD, blind/visually impared!reader, if I missed anything or something else needs to be tagged, please message me and I will fix that! 

Word Count: 2,885

Summary: Penelope sets Luke up on a blind date with one of her friends… What could possibly go wrong…?

Author’s Note: Welcome to day two of my 7 fics in 7 days event! We have more firsts with this piece of work. I tried my hardest to make this be screen reader-friendly, if this has any problems with that, please let me know. This also blocks off a square on my third (i know) bingo card. It’s for the blind date square on the @cmbingo​ card! Thank you all so much for the love and support!  Check out my masterlist!

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“Are you on tinder?” Penelope asked, looking over Luke’s shoulder. Luke was quick, jumping as he put his phone face down on his desk. 

“What? No!” He looked over at his friend and colleague. He swallowed roughly, knowing that there was no way out of this one. Penelope already had the tools to find the truth. There was really no use hiding that from a woman like Penelope. Even if she wasn’t one of the best hackers he knew, Penelope would have worked it out of him no matter what. 

“It looked like you were on tinder, Newbie,” she glared at him as she crossed her arms over her chest. Luke looked down at his phone for a brief moment, before looking up at his friend.

“He’s definitely doing something,” Spencer chimed in, looking away from his book. “He’s been picking up his phone and looking at it every other minute. That’s not an exaggeration,” he spoke looking back down at his book. Penelope looked back down at Luke with an excited smile. 

“Yes, fine, I was on Tinder. It’s been awhile since things ended with Lisa and I wanted to… put myself out there, as some would say,” Luke spoke as he gestured towards his phone, “and, tinder is a viable way of doing that,” he looked up at his friend and shrugged. 

“What if I set you up on a blind date?" Penelope smiled as she looked down at her co-worker. 

“I… I guess… you can do that," he replied, furrowing his eyebrows. He wasn't too sure what to expect from Penelope when it came to a blind date. 

“Oh sweetness! I know the perfect person!” Penelope clapped her hands together as she looked back at Luke. "I'll give them your number! And then you guys can plan a date or something!" she looked down at her friend with excitement. 

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"Roxy, blue or gray?" Luke looked at the German Shepard that was sitting on his bed. Roxy tilted her head to the side as she looked at her owner. Luke groaned as he looked at his pet, tossing both the shirts to his bed. He looked at the two clothing items before picking up the navy blue shirt and holding it to his chest. 

“Blue might be best. Who doesn’t love blue?” he looked over at Roxxy with a smile before changing into the shirt. “Alright, Roxxy, wish me luck,” Luke whispered as he rubbed the dog’s head. With one last look at the animal, Luke left, hoping to make it there on time. 

Unfortunately for him, time was not on his side and traffic ended up being his new friend. And when he did finally make it to the restaurant, he was a few minutes late. He rushed to the table, hoping they’d still be there.

“So sorry I’m late, I was trying to pick what color of shirt to wear and then traffic was a nightmare on the way here,” Luke chuckled as he sat down at the table across from them. They smiled and nodded, folding their hands over the table.

“Oh, oh it’s okay, really. I was a little nervous myself,” they laughed as they lifted a hand to their chest as they spoke. Luke looked at them and smiled. He silently prayed that this date wouldn’t crash and burn like previous dates he had been on.

But, little did he know, they were doing the same thing. They couldn’t even count how many dates they had gone on that failed harder than a teen who didn’t study for a test. They went into this date expecting it to have a bad outcome.

“Which color did you pick?” they asked like it was no big deal, like maybe he already knew the biggest, most obvious fact about them. They would have assumed that Penelope told him.

“Well, I, uh, I wore the blue shirt… I wasn’t sure which color to wear,” Luke laughed, watching as they started playing with their hands. 

“So that’s what color it is,” they laughed lightly before blinking. The smile they had on their lips was very genuine. They were excited. Of course they were excited, someone was going on a date with them. And, so far so good, right?

Or, so they thought...

“I don’t… I don’t get it… Am I missing something,” Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at them. They had their hands resting in their lap. As a certain nervousness took over, they began pulling at their fingers, popping each knuckle. 

“Did Penelope not tell you,” they nervously chuckled, blinking slowly as they shifted in their seat. 

“Tell me…? Tell me what?” 

“I’m blind,” they chuckled again. The silence that fell between both of them was tense. It was obvious that Luke had no clue that they were blind. Of course, they went into this blind date knowing whoever it was might not have known it was a literal blind date. It wouldn’t have been the first, or last, time Penelope left that detail out. 

“Oh… Oh… I’m… I’m so sorry,” Luke muttered as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. They laughed and shook their head.

“It’s okay. Really, it’s fine. I knew Penelope probably didn’t tell you,” they chuckled lightly before shrugging.

“I don’t know why Penelope didn’t mention that you… you’re blind,” Luke laughed as he brought his glass to his lips. They laughed and shook their head.

“I honestly wouldn’t put it past her… Wouldn’t be the first time she’s done that to me,” they smiled, reaching their hand out to feel for their glass of water. “Well, I’m not totally blind. I can see shapes if they’re being backlit. So, like if someone was standing in front of the sun,” their smiled and nodded before bringing the glass to their lips. After taking a sip, they carefully placed the cup back on the table. “Does that make sense?” they cocked their head to the side.

“Yeah, yeah it makes sense,” Luke nodded as he looked at them, “So, I picked a pretty good spot then, huh?” he asked as he realized that he was facing away from the sun. 

“Well, I was the one who picked the spot, silly,” they couldn’t help but laugh. Luke felt somewhat comforted by their laughter, laughing lightly in return. “I knew the window seat would help me in that. It’s nice having the shape of my date,” they kept laughing. In their head that made sense, but thinking back about it now, they weren’t too sure if it made sense out loud. 

“How… How did you go blind? If you don’t mind me asking,” Luke asked, his voice soft as he spoke. He wasn’t too sure if it was insensitive to ask that, but he was genuinely curious. If he didn’t find out through them, he would have just asked Penelope. 

“Oh, uh, yeah you can ask,” they laughed again. Luke smiled, it was clear he really liked their laughter. Part of him was happy they couldn’t see how he looked at them. But the other part of him was upset that he couldn’t share the same things he saw with them. “I went blind when I was really young. I was like 5. If it wasn’t a million dollar word that you probably didn’t understand, I’d say it. But, I basically went blind because of an illness,” they smiled and nodded. 

“Wow, I… I can’t even imagine…” Luke started but let his words trail off. Of course, how would anyone ever imagine being blind at such a young age? But they’ve heard that from so many people, and not just people they went on dates with, but friends, nurses, strangers on the street, and even family. They didn’t let it bother them though. 

“Yeah, the number of times I’ve heard that,” they shrugged as they reached out for their glass of water again, “Trust me, it’s fine. I’ve been blind all my life, basically. I’m like a professional at it or something,” a small snicker came from them. 

“Do you have a service animal?” Luke asked, watching as they expertly placed their water back down. 

“His name is Pickles,” they smiled as they dropped their head down, “He’s a Labradoodle,” they felt happiness spread through their body as they talked more about their pet. Although, he was more than just a pet, than just a dog to them. Pickles was basically their best friend and family. 

“I bet your Pickles and my Roxxy would be great friends,” Luke enthused with a laugh. Their head jerked up as if they looked at him the second he mentioned having a dog. 

“Is Roxy a service animal?” they asked, resting their hands on the table. Luke smiled and nodded.

“Roxy helps with my PTSS…” he supplied a proper answer when he realized they didn’t see the nod. 

“Oh my goodness,” they whispered, a sudden anxiety grew in their stomach as they thought of what to say next. But, they didn’t really know what to say. 

“It’s all good now. Roxy’s my best friend. I’d be lost without her,” Luke swallowed roughly before nodding again.

“When did you serve? Where did you serve?” they asked, cocking their head to their shoulder. 

“Uh, several years ago now. I served as part of the 75th Rangers  in Iraq… with the U.S. Army,” his words got quiet as he spoke, but they were just loud enough for them to hear. They smiled and nodded.

“Thank you for your service, Luke,” the date whispered with a soft smile, “And now you work for the FBI."

“Yep! And now I work for the FBI,” Luke laughed and nodded, “Wouldn’t trade it for anything. My team is like my family,” 

“You know, that wouldn’t be the first time I’ve heard somebody say that. Penelope speaks so fondly of you,” his companion smiled as they ran their hand across the tablecloth. Their shoulders relaxed as they felt the fabric beneath their fingertips. “Well, she speaks fondly of everyone she knows, so I suppose it’s hard to judge that. But, she does talk about you and your team a lot. More often than anything else. Other than Sergio, of course,” they laughed, which in turn caused Luke to laugh. 

“You’re not wrong. She really does talk about everyone she meets like they’ve done no wrong,” he agreed with a soft laugh. 

“Which is impressive in her line of work, because of everything she sees. But I think that’s something Penelope and I have in common. I think too good of people. I think it would be too hard to work in the FBI, though,” they wrinkled their nose. “I’ve met some pretty shitty people but not serial killers… Not that bad,” they shrugged and dropped their shoulders. 

Thankfully the moment was saved when the waitress came up to the table and took Luke and his date’s order. Playing it safe, they got spaghetti with sauce and cheese. Where as Luke ordered steak with vegetables. 

“That sounds yummy. Hopefully it’s as good as it sounds,” they smiled and nodded. “Sorry I was intense about talking nice about other people. I don’t know. Working for the FBI sounds like it’d be cool, but very exhausting.” 

“It is… It can be mentally and emotionally draining,” Luke nodded as he leaned over the table, resting his elbows on the edge to keep himself up. “But, it makes up for itself… See people be reunited with their families… It’s worth it then,” he nodded as he thought about previous cases he worked on. 

“I’d never be able to do that,” they blinked before shaking their head, “I don’t know how Penelope does it,” 

“A lot of courage. She surprises me everyday,” he laughed. This time it was their turn to appreciate his laughter. Though they couldn’t exactly see his face, they could imagine what was in front of them. The happiness and love he had for a friend. Luke’s date loved that he loved his friends like they were family. 

“Anyways, enough about me and my work…” Luke cleared his throat as he watched his date rest their elbows on the table. “Tell me about you. Like, uh… What kind of music do you listen to?” he raised an eyebrow.

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“You should have taken her seriously when she said blind date," Luke’s date chuckled lightly as the two of them walked down a cobblestone path. Their arm carefully rested on Luke's as they walked. Their other hand held their cane, tapping it across the ground in front of them. 

"I agree, wasn't expecting it to be a literal blind date," Luke returned the chuckle, "But I had fun," he added as he looked down at his date.

"I did too. I'm kinda glad Penelope didn't tell you I'm blind," they laughed nervously. Truth be told, they were scared Luke would have ditched them. It’s happened before, what's not stopping it from happening again? They couldn't count how many times it has happened.

Luke abruptly stopped in his tracks as he looked down at his date. It caught them off guard, forcing them to turn and face him.

"What? Why'd we stop? Did something happen?" As the grip they had on his arm softened a little bit, the grip on their cane tightened. A certain fear filled their body, not sure what was happening at the moment.

"You know…” Luke started, pausing for a moment to find his words. The date pulled their hand from Luke’s arm as they turned to face him more. “I would have come whether Penelope told me you were blind or not," he continued, lifting a hand and resting it on their shoulder. They jumped slightly, not expecting the friendly gesture. 

“I know… Well, actually, I don’t know. Because you wouldn’t be the first person to say that to me,” they swallowed roughly before dropping their head to the ground, “The number of failed dates I’ve gone on… Is a little embarrassing… And, the number of people who knew I was blind before the date and ditched… Is even worse,” they whispered as they stepped back away from Luke. Luke furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at his date. He couldn’t figure out why someone would ditch someone as cool as them. So what if they couldn’t see as well as others, or at all? They still deserved to be treated like a normal human. 

“You don’t deserve that,” he muttered as he stared at his date. They smiled and nodded, already knowing that. “And, frankly, this is the best date I’ve been on in a long time,” 

“I’m glad to hear that. It was a pretty good date for me too,” they smiled, as their hand returned to his arm. “Where are we anyways?” they took a deep breath and shuffled closer to his body. 

“Down the street from your apartment,” he replied, looking down the street. 

“Did Penelope give you my address?” they tilted their head up to him as they spoke. Luke’s date wouldn’t put it past Penelope, honestly. They expected it. 

“Yeah, she said I should pick you up. But you said you would take an Uber…” he replied with a nod, “When we left the restaurant, I parked a few blocks away from your apartment, so we could walk… And so this date wouldn’t end,” he laughed lightly. His date couldn’t stop the large smile growing on their lips, feeling their heart pitter-pattering quickly in their chest. 

“You really mean that,” they stopped tapping their cane across the ground as they began trusting Luke. 

“We'll have to do this again,” his date laughed as they turned to face Luke, “I had a lot of fun tonight,”  

“Of course I mean that. I told you...This is the best date I’ve been on in a while,” Luke laughed as he sensed their new level of trust in him.

“I wish this night didn’t have to end,” they said with a bubbly smile. Luke enjoyed the excitement of his date and hummed in agreement. Even though they both wished the night could keep going, the two walked in a comfortable and warm silence to their apartment.

“Yes! We will. Maybe we can walk Pickles and Roxy in the park,” Luke smiled as he looked down at them. 

And just as he got to the bottom step of the small staircase, he stopped for a brief moment before turning to his date. “I’ll see you later,” Luke smiled at them. 

“I won’t,” the blind date smiled as they rested their hand on the railing beside them. Luke froze when he realized his verbal mistake. His mouth opening slightly as he looked up at them with shock in his eyes.

“Aw man, I totally fudged that, didn’t I?” he pointed at the date before shoving his hands in his pockets. They laughed and shook their head.

“No, no, don’t worry. It’s fine. I thought it was funny. It happens all the time, actually,” them smiled and nodded, “I better let you go. It was nice meeting you, Luke,” they grasped their cane with both their hands as they turned to face him more.

“I’ll definitely call you,” 

“I’ll definitely text you,” the date grinned before turning and entering their apartment. 

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positions~spencer x luke x oc

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Summary: Clover Kingsley has been with the BAU for a couple of years now. Along the way, she became friends with the genius Dr.Spencer Reid and the charming Luke Alvez. From that first day on, the three have stuck by each other like glue. SSA David Rossi decides to throw a party on Halloween night to celebrate not having a case on the spooky night for once in many years. The team get dressed up in their spooky best and dance the night away. But when the three decide to ditch halfway in to get more drunk than the others, they find themselves the next morning in the same bed, and their lives changed forever

SCW: threesomes, toys, teasing, edging, spanking, slapping, squirting, choking, daddy kink, degradation, praise kink, overstimulation, unprotected sex, masturbation

CW: polyamorous relationships, alcohol, guns, (more will be added)

Category: fan fiction

prologue | chapter 1

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Disclaimers

This fic is based on seasons 13-15 of Criminal Minds. Most of the cases and all the characters other than Clover belong to CBS. I do not own any of that other than Clover because she's an OC. This takes place in seasons 13-15. You can picture that Reid if you want, but there's no specific season look so picture whatever Reid you want :)

If any of the topics listed above make you uncomfortable, please do not continue

This is NOT a bdsm story. This story includes kinks that either i'm into personally or what I like to read in other fics / one shots / imagines/ etc.

Everything in this story is consensual

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Cast

Alexandra Daddario as Clover Kingsley

Matthew Gray Gubler as Dr.Spencer Reid

Adam Rodriguez as Luke Alvez

Paget Brewster as Emily Prentiss

A.J. Cook as Jennifer Jareau

Joe Mantegna as David Rossi

Daniel Henney as Matt Simmons

Aisha Tyler as Dr.Tara Lewis

Kirsten Vangsness as Penelope Garcia

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

An AU fic where they're stranger-neighbors and Penelope has ~feelings~ about Luke always being gone and leaving his dog, but keeps it to herself until one day she's turning a corner and blammo, she gets run down, Luke is very apologetic and embarrassed, helping her up, but Penelope (canonically hiding lots of feelings about the very attractive man in front of her, touching her) erupts on him, lashing out, going on a tirade about how horrible it is to abandon pets for days on end with strangers, and does he even care how she cries when he leaves the apartment, and SHE has to listen to his sweet girl and tries to console her until the dog sitter comes. He finds this very cute and endearing, apologizes again, this time for being so cruel to Roxy and invites Penelope to join him for an outing with Roxy so that they can finally meet without the walls. (This is a secret date because he's been very back and forth about dating because he's gone all the time, but can't stop thinking about the cute blonde next door). It ends with him offering to make her a key to his apartment so she can pop in on Roxy any time she's sad.

[purplelightyouth]

Luke and Morgan would've been bffs fr

[eddies-puppet]

Lost In The Fire | Spencer Reid

Chapter 27: Epilogue

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, and a bit more fluff 💕

Word count: 965

Chapter 26 | Chapter 27 | THE END

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"It's a good job this wedding is happening today and not in a weeks time, or you'd have had to find another dress," Gemma laughed as she fastened the last button on the back of Becca's dress. "You need to tell this baby to stop growing!"

"Oh, come on," Penelope grinned. "Chubby babies are the cutest! I'm going to feed you cake every day until baby Reid enters the world."

Becca laughed, running her hands down the front of her dress, her fingers smoothing gently over the delicate white lace that covered her stomach. Gemma was right, her bump had really started to pop now, and with five months left to go it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

Pretty much the minute she'd joined the BAU on a permanent basis, Emily had made it clear that she could travel with the team, but under no circumstances was she allowed to go out on arrests. That suited her fine, as she certainly wasn't in any shape to be chasing after unsubs!

There was a soft knock on the door, and she turned just in time to see Emily's head pop around it.

"Is it safe to bring you some visitors?" She asked, Becca nodding excitedly in response. "Dave will be up to get you any minute, but these guys wanted to come say hi before you take your final walk," Emily laughed.

"You make it sound like I'm going to my death," Gemma laughed as Derek, Luke and Hotch filed into the room. "Hey!"

"Wow," Derek muttered as he took a step towards her. "I think for the first time ever, we might be about to see pretty boy speechless! You look beautiful," he told her, kissing her gently on the cheek.

"Thank you," Becca smiled shyly. "Is he ok?" Derek nodded.

"Much calmer than I was at my wedding," he laughed. "How about you?"

"I'm good," she nodded. "Thank you, all of you, for all of your help the last few weeks, turns out growing a human being really takes it out of you," she laughed.

"Can I come in?" She heard from the doorway, turning to see Dave.

"I mean, it is your house," Luke chuckled.

"That's enough out of you chuckles," he smiled. "Time for you lot to get your walking shoes on, the minister's ready. Gentlemen, grab your ladies!"

Becca took a few deep breaths, smiling excitedly as each groomsman offered their arms to the bridesmaids, Derek to Gemma going first as best man and maid of honour, followed by Luke and Penelope, and Hotch and Emily, and they filed out of the room, each blowing kisses and wishing her luck on their way past.

"You ready to do this kiddo?" She grinned up at him.

"So ready." As Becca picked up her flower bouquet and linked her arm with Dave, he grinned.

"Your Prince Charming awaits."

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"So you're telling us that you've known about Emily and Hotch for months, and said nothing?" Derek exclaimed.

Becca had gone to the bar to get herself a drink and had been accosted by Derek, Savannah, Matt, Kristy and Tara.

"What can I tell you, I guess she only told those who could keep a secret," Becca laughed, raising a glass of juice to her lips.

"Hey, woah," Derek chuckled. "I can keep a secret!" Savannah laughed beside him, gently squeezing his arm.

"Baby, you cannot keep a secret," she shook her head as the rest of the group laughed.

"May I cut in, Mrs Reid?" Spencer appeared beside her, holding his hand out towards her. She grinned back at him, placing her glass down on the table beside her before gently laying her hand in his.

"I'll catch up with you all in a bit," she said to the group before turning back to Spencer. "After you, Mr Reid. Dr Reid? What do we call you now?" She laughed as she followed him to the dance floor.

He pulled her softly to an empty spot on the dance floor, nestled somewhere between Penelope and Luke, and Emily and Hotch, and pulled her towards him, enveloping her within his embrace. She gazed up at him, smiling softly.

"You can call me whatever you want," he told her softly. "Although you know how much I love when you call me doctor," he added, his eyes glinting cheekily.

"Oh, is that so?" She giggled as he lowered his head, gently kissing her lips as he nodded. "I'll bear that in mind, Dr Reid," she said quietly, tightening her arms around his waist. She smiled up at him. "I can't believe we're married."

"I can," he said simply. She looked at him, her eyebrows raised expectantly. "I knew from the moment we met that I was going to marry you."

"No, you didn't," she giggled.

"Alright, well I hoped I would," he chuckled. "And here we are."

"Here we are," she nodded, removing her arms from his waist and slipping them around his shoulders, burying her fingers in his soft hair. "I love you," she sighed. "So, so much."

"I love you too," he smiled, his arms tightening around her waist. "You," he paused. "And this little one," he nodded his head downwards. "I wish my mom had met you," he whispered, his eyes glazing over with unshed tears. "She'd have loved you."

Becca placed a hand gently against his cheek.

"Spence, as long as you remember her, she's still with you," she reassured him. "And we'll make sure the baby knows everything about her, and how amazing she was, and all the things she overcame." Spencer nodded slowly, breathing deeply.

"It's all gonna be ok baby. It's you and me," she whispered. He looked deep into her eyes, a smile creeping slowly across his lips.

"Always."

THE END 💕

[therearemorethings]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Luke Alvez/Penelope Garcia Characters: Penelope Garcia, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Aaron Hotchner, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Spencer Reid, David Rossi, Tara Lewis, Emily Prentiss, Becca Alvez, OC-Amy Young, OC-Samuel Martinez, Diana Reid Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Grieving, Slow Burn, Pining, penelope's pov, Grief/Mourning, Canon-Typical Violence, Set after Babel, Crying, Friends to Lovers, Kissing, Making Out, Touching, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Fluff, Mild Smut Series: Part 2 of Not with Haste Summary:

Penelope's learned that change is inevitable, so she's taking matters into her own hands: she's leaving her job and redesigning her whole life. She's excited about the future.

She has no idea what's waiting for her.