#luke alvez birthday

[snake-anon]

happy birthday to my two favoritest pieces of content ever

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

Reasons i am excited for my birthday in no particular order

The fic @snailsandpuppy-dogtails is gifting me

It's my birthday

Legal drinking age in my province

@snailsandpuppy-dogtails if gifting me a fic

I get to hang out with my girlfriend

Free Starbucks

I get to read the fic @snailsandpuppy-dogtails wrote

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Things I have written yesterday and today: ☑strip tease ☑lap dance ☑blowjob ☑window sex/exhibitionism ☑desk sex ☑light teasing for the sickfic ☑angsty bits for the where do we go from here fic Things I have not written in a bit: 🅇 Any more of I Do, Do You? 🅇 The fic where Luke talks to JJ about having feelings for a coworker while also being in a relationship.

[bacchicly]

19 (or more) Kisses Deep

For @darcyfangirlsfrequently

Ship: Garvez (of course)

Summary: It's Luke's Birthday and surprises are in store...a sweet little ficlet for an amazing Garvez writer and all round awesome Darcy! Happy Birthday, Eh?

Words: 1400ish (not all mine - some belong to Leonard Cohen)

🎵🎶…takes you down….to her place by the river…🎶🎵

"So just so I understand, son…" Rossi's eyes twinkle as he raises both his eyebrows and his glass in a mock toast. "...you are doing all this as a surprise for Penelope to celebrate YOUR birthday? I am not criticising - but I have never seen anyone concentrate so hard on making crustless cucumber sandwiches in my life." 

At the mention of Penelope, Luke can't help but break into a sheepish goofy grin. Rossi is right - it is crazy.

🎵🎶…and you know that she's half-crazy but that's why you want to be there 🎶🎵

Luke wipes his hands on the "Kiss the cook twice - I'm Italian!" apron the older agent passed to him wordlessly about an hour ago when he first invaded Rossi's kitchen with a large cardboard box of groceries, a "Best of Leonard Cohen" CD, and a "thank you" bottle of scotch. 

🎵🎶 And just when you mean to tell her that you have no love to give her - 🎶🎵

The lyric seeps its meaning into Luke's brain - dissolving his smile - and prompting him to grab his beer and take a long pull… no wonder he can't convince Penny he honestly loves her.  Poets. Bah.  Always making things so complicated.  Give him the Beatles any day over this dross "With a love like that you know you should be glad." Simple.  To the point.  Poetry. Why does she adore this dumb Canadian crooner anyways?  

"Hey.  Watch your mouth you chuckle-head, no speaking ill of the Lord Byron of Rock'n'Roll. We had some very interesting conversations in '77, I'll have you know."

Luke didn't even realise he had spoken aloud.  

🎵🎶 Then she gets you on her wavelength...And she lets the river answer that you've always been her lover 🎶🎵

"Sorry.  I didn't know you knew him personally."

"Don't worry about it.  What you should worry about is those scones - they are smelling like they might be just about done."

Luke's eyes widen in slight panic, sets down his bottle with a thunk, and spins to check on the oven where his strawberry streusel scones have been cheerfully baking for the last 19 minutes. He sighs with relief when, after yanking open the oven, it's clear from the delicious smell, the perfectly browned tops, and Rossi's chuckles - they are perfect.  

"Use the oven mitts!" says Rossi as he tosses a red quilted pair at Luke - who naturally grabs them out of the air and tugs them on grinning.  

"Yes, sir!"

Luke pulls the pan of scones out of the oven.  Breathing in deeply and he grins like an idiot to himself as he carefully moves the toothsome wedges to the cooling wrack.  He even starts to hum…

🎵🎶And you want to travel with her, and you want to travel blind, And then you know that you can trust her...For she's touched your perfect body with her mind 🎶🎵

Hmm maybe there is a reason why Penelope likes this guy so much…

The song ends and another starts - low and slow - and Luke turns back to the cucumber sandwiches.  He'll finish them and then start on the pinwheels - cream cheese and maraschino cherry - and then do some apricot chickpea curry endive boats to round out the table.  

🎵🎶 If you want a lover -I'll do anything you ask me to 🎶

He should probably pre-boil the water too so that he can warm the tea pot just before she arrives too.  

🎶🎵…If you want a partner, take my hand, or If you want to strike me down in anger…🎶🎵

Ok...yes. Maybe...maybe... this guy does know a thing or two….chuckling over the memory of Penelope storming at him over something or other.

🎵🎶 Here I stand. I'm your man. 🎶🎵

Luke's hands still as the next lines wash over him.

🎵🎶 If you want a boxer...I will step into the ring for you 🎶🎵

Yep.  Definitely knows a thing or maybe nineteen.

🎵🎶 And if you want a doctor...I'll examine every inch of you...If you want a driver, climb inside...Or if you want to take me for a ride...You know you can! I'm your man. 🎶🎵

He shivers at the thought of examining every inch of her…of insides… of rides…

This had better work.  It's his last Hail Mary.  If, after today, Penelope is not willing to give him a chance… a real chance this time....

…well, that will truly be the end of it, won't it? 

His heart rebels at the thought and the song echos the frustrating truth: for him? There will never be an end.

🎵🎶…And I'd howl at your beauty...like a dog in heat...and I'd claw at your heart...and I'd tear at your sheet...I'd say please (Please)...I'm your man 🎶🎵

His hand tightens around the handle of the knife he was using to slice off the last cucumber sandwich crusts.  Why doesn't she get that this is it for him?  That she's it for him.  That he's…he's…her man?

🎵🎶 If you want a father for your child...or only want to walk with me a while across the sand - I'm your man 🎶🎵

Oh Hell.  True.  All true.  All desperately outrageously frustratingly gloriously true.

The song pulses under his ruminations - pulsing and pleading - begging for any crumb… weirdly strong in it's subservience…

🎵🎶 I'm your man 🎶🎵 

The final cords swell and ebb away… and in the beat between tracks he-

"Newb-Luke-Birthday Boy???  What are you doing here?"

Luke's head snaps up and he stares.

It's like thinking of her has summoned her.  

She is wearing the outfit she was wearing the day she met Roxy - all oranges and yellow sunshine  …the day he knew he was a goner….. and just like she always crashes into his life - awkwardly sweetly infuriatingly - she is here early and is carrying some giant box of something or other.  And as usual… he's not ready - caught off guard - consumed…but can't help but grin like an idiot as his heart starts to do it's joyful Penelope-wiggle-of-joy.  

Damn.  I'm HER man.

"What am I doing here?  What are you doing here?  ROSSI?!?!?"

The older agent appears behind a sputtering Penelope and then with a too-innocent too-indulgent too-self-sastified curl of his lips - the pompous ass that is David Rossi shugs into his coat, turns on his heel, and jangles his car keys in the universal sign of "I'm going out".

Penelope is now the one spinning on her heel - echoing Luke's "Rossi!" but her boss cuts her off.

"You're both very welcome.  Now be good, kids. Help yourself to anything you can find. I'll be back at midnight.  Lock up when you leave and don't turn into any pumpkins!"

The next song is well begun now and they watch helpless as Unit Chief David Rossi literally waltzes out on them - shamelessly adding his baritone to Cohen's bass… "...take this waltz, take this waltz! With its very own breath of brandy and death!"

Penelope spins back to Luke - but slowly - gathering her thoughts. 

Why is he here? He wasn't supposed to arrive until much later.  She was supposed to decorate and everyone was supposed to arrive and then Matt was supposed to swing by with him on the way home from a birthday dinner with "Uncle Luke" and they were all going to jump out and yell surprise and Emily had ordered a cake and…. Well apparently something else is happening… those Sneaky Mc Sneakertons!

"Luke?  What's going on?"

"I…I…I think…"

🎵🎶 There's a concert hall in Vienna...Where your mouth had a thousand reviews 🎶🎵

"...I think…I think our team is as tired as I am of waiting." 

And with that Luke puts down the knife, pushes himself away from the counter, crosses to his bambi-eyed love, takes the box and set it on the floor, and then draws her into his arms, their eyes lock, their hands clasp, and their lips tingle as they sway into a kitchen waltz.

🎵🎶 And I'll dance with you in Vienna...I'll be wearing a river's disguise...The hyacinth wild on my shoulder...my mouth on the dew of your thighs 🎶🎵

They move as though they have always danced…always will dance…close and smiling…Penelope tilting to smile up at him…Luke tilting his head to breath her in…

🎵🎶 Oh my love, oh my love...Take this waltz, take this waltz...It's yours now, it's all that there is 🎶🎵

And they come to a stop and finally finally their lips meet in a slow deep kiss filled with promise. 

When they part - Penelope's eyes are closed and she is so so still…

"Pen?"

And with that Penelope can't help but twinkle up at him and lean in to whisper…

"Apparently you're Italian and I am supposed to kiss you twice."

And so…she does.  

…although they hardly stop at two.

🎵🎶 There ain’t no cure…there ain’t no cure… there ain’t no cure for love. 🎶🎵

[obsessorofthings]

started watching CM S12 today bc it’s my birthday and i miss luke alvez

[ipseitydelrey]

idk if you do headcanons but I wanna know what you think each member of the BAU team would get you for your birthday?

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hi !! yes i def do general headcanons too, and this is such a good idea 🫶

birthday bash ☆ the B.A.U.

characters aaron hotchner, spencer reid, emily prentiss, derek morgan, jennifer jareau, david rossi, penelope garcia, tara lewis, luke alvez, elle greenaway; can be seen as platonic or romantic with any character

content just some general headcanons

aaron hotchner is incredibly observant and he cares for his team, so he will make sure you get at least a basket-full worth of stuff. he’ll likely say it’s from everyone on the team, even if he did pay for everything in the basket himself. he also goes out of his way to get presents for people he cares about (à la the halloween special where he got that darth vader mask for jack). included in the basket are some office supplies, flowers (of course), candies, and maybe a replacement of something you broke (like your favourite mug).

spencer reid will make sure to get you something that is functional from both an aesthetic standpoint and a practical one. of course, he’ll likely get you rare books with the pages yellow and worn from use, but are still delightfully charming, even if you’re not that interested in the contents of those pages. he’ll also treat you to a sort of last-minute-birthday-breakfast if you’re all called in to work, where he’ll get you your favourite pastry and coffee/tea, just the way you like it. antiquities are also a go to, whether it’s jewellery or otherwise.

emily prentiss is an enigma when it comes to gift giving; nobody knows what she’s getting for you, and nobody knows if it’s going to be a joke present or a genuinely thoughtful one (or some combination of the two). one present she might get for you are aphrodisiac chocolates because “you’ll never know if you get lucky” (her words).

derek morgan likely wouldn’t get you a genuinely thoughtful gift at first if you were relatively new to the team. but after some time on cases and at the office and such, he will put effort into his gifts. so for your first birthday with the team, he might play it safe by getting you gift cards; but after getting to know you more, he’ll get you something that is geared to your tastes, but it will be a gift that will remind you of him. although, he is just as likely as emily to get you a joke present, if not more.

jennifer jareau’s presents are quite rushed on account of her having to balance being an agent and a mom, but she does put a lot of heart into them. she knows more than anyone how taxing the job can get at times, so expect some well-deserved spa day coupons that she managed to find strewn around her place. it’s possible she’ll get you a couple instead of one. she will also likely give you a couple drawings henry and michael made, and you can bet that you’ll hang that up on your fridge at home.

david rossi in the early seasons (especially season three) would very likely not even plan on getting you a present unless he was reminded by hotch. however, in the later seasons, rossi definitely acts like the wine aunt who gives you straight up cash as a present. expect anywhere from $100 – $1k+, he has to use up the money he got from being a best-selling author somehow. also alcohol; he will get you expensive bottles of whiskey, scotch or wine, no room for argument (unless you have a legitimate reason).

penelope garcia goes all out for your birthday; obviously she puts the most effort in her gifts and more. for her presents, she will buy quite a lot, to the point where she might spend maybe half her pay check on the presents. her gifts mostly consist of decorations mostly for aesthetic purposes, but has little to do with everyday use. possible presents coming from her include paintings, pillows, fidget toys and mugs, all of which are very colourful. but she doesn’t just stop there with presents; she will likely organize a group dinner (or maybe a group breakfast, just in case of a possible case).

tara lewis is simultaneously the least expected and most expected member of the team to be a chaotic gift giver. she will also likely get you a joke present but while emily would get you something along the lines of a prank present, tara’s presents would be subtle and remind you of inside jokes either within the team or just between the two of you. also, expect alcohol, quite a number of the team will get you a bottle, including tara.

luke alvez definitely tries the hardest with his gifts (after penelope, of course), especially if he’s newer on the team. he’ll ask around for any ideas, either on what to get you or what kind of person you are with the team so he can figure it out for himself. if you have a dog (or two…or five), he will spoil the dog rotten with new toys, biscuits or dog accessories — which he probably collaborated with penelope on.

elle greenaway’s presents are ones that you shouldn’t really open with most of the team present because of their explicit nature. she’ll probably get you incredibly revealing swimwear (yet another collaboration with penelope), and also alcohol — specifically hard liquor. those are likely to be the only presents that you can actually open in front of everybody on the team without getting a lot of stares.

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[fortheloveofwonderland]

The Magic 8 | Ralvez x Fem! Reader

This was another request for my milestone celebration from @andiebeaword which just turned into a crazy, smutty beast. This is so loosely tied to the song and I’m sorry. I had to throw weird magic 8 ball references into it that might seem out of place but it made me feel better for going so far off track with this. This is super NSFW Minors DNI.

Summary - Spencer and Luke’s relationship is on rocky ground as Spencer starts to regret never getting to be with a woman. When Luke suggests inviting Spencer’s favourite barista to join them in the bedroom, all signs point to yes.

CW - this is just utter filth, proceed with caution. Oof where to begin - talk of sexuality, Spencer has never been with a woman, sexually fluid Luke, PWP, very brief mention of drinking and past drug addiction, making out, sub! Reader, Dom! Luke, switch! Spencer (Dom with reader, sub with Luke), handjobs, swearing, slight masturbation (male), oral sex (f and m receiving), face sitting, multiple orgasms, fingering, overstimulation, coming untouched, penetrative, protected sex.

WC - 6.7k

Uncertainties were a tragic and unfair symptom of living, something Spencer Reid had learnt all too many times in his years on earth. Life was inherently unforeseeable, unpredictable by nature. 

For someone who hated the unknown like Spencer, it was a hard pill to swallow but one he’d had to swallow time and time again. Life was no less random than the answers on a magic 8 ball, and he’d had to come to terms with that. 

If there was one thing Spencer had always been able to be certain of it was his sexuality. For as long as he could remember he’d always known he was gay and it was a small definitive in his world that he’d been able to count on for many years. 

He’d never looked at girls the way other boys his age had, Spencer had been too busy looking at the boys themselves. He didn’t really understand what that meant until he reached his teens and for a long time it was a part of himself he tried to deny. 

He was already an outcast with being younger and smarter than all of his peers and he didn’t want to add any fuel to the bullies fire. He kept it to himself, his own little secret. 

It was only once he was in his twenties he became ready to act upon it and once he did he never looked back. 

In an uncertain world, his sexuality was the only thing he was certain of. 

Until he wasn’t. 

When Spencer first met Luke Alvez he thought all his birthdays and Christmases had come at once. Spencer had fallen head over heels for him and much to his surprise, Luke had felt the same. 

He’d never been happier than he was with Luke, but then he met you and you changed everything. 

Spencer had never found himself looking at a woman the way he looked at you. There was something so magnetic about you that he gravitated towards you without even meaning to do so. 

You were the new barista at his favourite coffee shop and you were effervescent, ethereal in your beauty. Spencer found himself often getting tongue tied around you, tripping over his words and sometimes even his own feet. 

And without intentionally doing so, he pulled away from Luke. It was little by little at first until there seemed to be a chasm between them. 

Was his happiness simply a trend for Spencer? Tomorrow now seemed misunderstood, because it was reading outlook not so good. If only the signs would point to “yes” and you could maybe feel the same for him. 

But that wasn’t what he wanted right? He loved Luke, he was just going through a phase. It was nothing more than a harmless crush. 

Wasn’t it? 

Wasn’t it? 

Luke had noticed the way Spencer was acting but he didn’t understand what was happening other than the fact his boyfriend of three years was shutting him out. Every time he tried to talk to the younger man about it he changed the subject. And every time he tried to initiate contact, Spencer shied away. 

Eventually he’d had enough and he had to confront Spencer or risk losing him for good. It had taken some pursuing from Luke and a lot of resistance from Spencer but Luke managed to get to the bottom of his boyfriend's little crush. 

And thus had ensued a long and arduous conversation. 

Luke was, to Spencer’s surprise, extremely understanding. He understood Spencer’s curiosity even if Spencer didn’t. 

Luke had always been a lot more fluid with his sexuality, he’d been with both women and men in the past whereas Spencer had never been with a woman before. 

It confused Spencer and Luke also understood that. Spencer had been so sure about this one aspect of his life from a young age and it didn’t make sense to him how, in his forties, he was now questioning that. 

Luke didn’t begrudge Spencer’s interest and tried to tell the younger man it was perfectly understandable that one day he might find himself curious about these things he’d never experienced before. 

And somehow the conversation had culminated in Luke suggesting a threesome.

Spencer initially vehemently shut that idea down. He wasn’t exactly thrilled at the idea of sharing his boyfriend and the thought of being with a woman quite frankly terrified him. 

But the more Luke talked about it, the more Spencer started to open up to it. Although it was terrifying it was also incredibly exciting. And it would only be one night, one night in which he could explore a side of himself he never had before and then everything could go back to normal. 

So he found himself waiting at the coffee shop one day until your shift ended, closing his eyes and ready to take a leap of faith. 

He was prepared for you to say no, to probably call him a creep and he would subsequently need to find a new coffee shop. 

But after explaining everything to you, and showing you pictures of Luke, you’d been surprisingly interested. 

And that was how he’d found himself in a hotel room with his boyfriend and his barista, staring dumbly from across the room and ringing his hands together in his lap. 

There’d been some casual conversation, a drink in the bar to loosen them up, at least for the two of you who didn’t have a past with addiction. But soon enough Luke was suggesting they head upstairs and Spencer’s heart had been beating erratically ever since. 

He sat in the chair in the corner of the room while Luke, who had always been the more confident of the two, wasted no time in moving in on you. 

He held your face in his hands as he kissed you ferociously, bodies flush against each other and small gratified moans leaving both of your lips. 

The first thing Spencer felt was jealousy and not because you were kissing his boyfriend. He was jealous because since the moment he’d laid eyes on you he’d wanted to do what Luke was doing now. 

Your hands wandered Luke’s back while he kissed you, and Spencer felt like a spare part. For a moment or two he felt as though you’d both simply forgotten him and that he was in for a night of watching you and Luke together. 

But then Luke pulled back from your lips and stepped out of your grasp, turning and looking over at the shy man cowering in the corner.

“Spence, you just gonna watch all night?” Luke chuckled, heading over to him and pulling the younger man to his feet. “You’re the reason we’re doing this, cariño.” 

Spencer felt his stomach coiling into knots as Luke led him closer to you. You were smiling sweetly at him, your lips already slightly puffy from Luke’s kiss. 

When Luke let go of him you quickly stepped closer to him, placing your hands on his shoulders. 

“You've never even kissed a woman?” You tilted your head to the side as you looked at him. 

“N-no.” He stuttered with a shake of his head. 

“You do want this right, Spencer? You seem…uncomfortable.” You regarded him curiously. 

“I’m always uncomfortable, that’s normal. I, uh, I really want this. I’m just incredibly nervous.” He kept his hands at his side, acutely aware of Luke watching him. 

“That’s ok, we can go slow.” You moved closer to him, your breasts pushing up against his chest and he hissed slightly. “You can touch me, Spencer.” 

“Oh.” He nodded. “Oh, ok.” 

His hands trembled a little as he raised his arms and placed them cautiously on your hips. You offered him an encouraging smile as you inched your face slowly closer to his, giving him a chance to change his mind if he wanted to. 

But he didn’t want to. 

Your lips gently brushed against his own and that tiny action was all he needed and suddenly it was like a light had switched on. One his hands flew to the back of your head, holding you in place as he somewhat roughly slammed his lips against yours. 

You moaned at the sudden forcefulness and Spencer was quick to slide his tongue in your mouth. He gripped the back of your hair and kissed you so deeply the air vanished from your lungs. 

Luke’s eyes widened at the quick change in his boyfriend who was kissing you more frantically than Luke had ever seen. 

And when Spencer used his grip on your hair to lead you back to the bed and push you down to the mattress, Luke felt himself growing hard in an instant. 

He shoved you back to the bed and he remained standing, looking down at you with dark eyes. His previous nerves had disappeared, it was like looking at a completely different person. 

Truthfully the moment he tasted your lips everything seemed to click into place for him. He needed this more than he’d ever realised and now he had the chance he didn’t plan on squandering it. 

Spencer had spent his whole life as a submissive in every aspect of his life. But one kiss from you brought out his dominant side and he adored the way it made him feel. 

He glanced at Luke and the visible tenting in his jeans. Looking into the older man’s eyes, his dominance slipped for a moment and he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“Is this…is this ok?” He swallowed. 

“Spencer, it is more than ok. I want you to enjoy this, this is your night.” Luke encouraged him. 

Spencer nodded and turned back to you and your ragdoll form on the mattress. His lip twitched up into a slightly dangerous smirk. 

“Get undressed.” He commanded, his voice so stern you knew not to argue it. 

You were eager to do as you were told, scrabbling to get out of your clothes while the two men stood side by side watching as your articles of clothing got fewer and fewer. 

Once your bra was removed, Spencer’s jaw fell slack as he stared at your chest, the first pair of breasts he’d ever seen in real life. 

You puffed out your chest proudly and worked on getting off your jeans. Spencer couldn’t take his eyes off of you, off of every dip and curve in your body. 

If the tightening in his pants was any indication, he wasn’t nearly as gay as he’d always thought he was. 

He was so busy staring at you as you shimmied off your jeans, leaving you in nothing but a silk thong, he didn’t notice Luke moving behind him until he felt the older man’s strong arms wrap around his waist. 

Luke’s lips glided over the shell of his ear and one of his hands palmed Spencer through his slacks.

“Enjoying this, Spence?” Luke whispered as he nibbled on Spencer’s ear lobe.

“Very much so.” Spencer nodded dumbly. 

“He told you to get undressed, sweetheart.” Luke spoke to you while he worked on the buttons of Spencer’s slacks, grinding against him from behind. “Panties off.” 

As if being told what to do by one man wasn’t already hot, having them both command you made your head spin. 

You quickly did as you were told and lowered your underwear down your legs as Luke’s hand was slipping inside of Spencer’s pants and freeing his erect cock. 

Spencer made an animalistic hissing sound at the sight of you fully nude. That combined with Luke’s hand which was now languidly stroking him made his knees buckle. 

“What do you want to do to her, baby?” Luke nuzzled against his ear. 

Spencer moaned lightly at the mere thought. His options were wide open, he could do anything he wanted to you but where did he begin? 

Where was the magic 8 ball when he needed it? 

You watched him curiously, standing by the side of the bed in all your glory while Luke worked Spencer’s cock in his hand. 

His pumps were lazy and slow, not intending to bring his boyfriend to orgasm but more just to tide him over. 

“Fuck,” Spencer mumbled as all the sordid thoughts spun around his head. “I wanna…fuck…I think I want to eat her out.” 

You whined and pressed your thighs together at the thought. You knew the situation, you knew Spencer had never been with a woman before but you had no doubt he would be good at whatever he had planned. 

Luke bucked himself against Spencer’s ass and tightened his hold on the other man’s shaft. 

“Jesus I’d really like to see that.” Luke moaned, breath hitting the side of Spencer’s face. “I’ve got an idea.” 

Luke let go of Spencer’s dick and stepped around him until he was face to face with his partner, his back to you. Spencer whined a little now Luke was blocking his view of you but Luke was smiling. 

He brought his hands to the top button of Spencer’s shirt and started popping them open. Spencer didn’t question it and simply let Luke free him from his shirt. 

Once it was undone, Luke tossed the garment on the floor before helping Spencer out of his pants and boxers with zero protest from Spencer. 

With Spencer now naked too, his hard member standing to attention against his stomach, Luke led him towards the bed by the wrist. 

Spencer didn’t complain when Luke laid him down on the bed, head resting against the pillows. He was a little confused but he trusted Luke. 

Having Spencer in position, Luke turned to you with an almost wicked smile. He curled his finger, motioning you towards him and you happily complied. 

Luke quickly slammed his lips against yours again and his hands started wandering down your body while his tongue explored your mouth. 

Soon enough his large hand was between your thighs, spreading them a little before his middle and index finger suddenly swiped through through folds, causing you to yelp. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled into your mouth. “Spence, she’s so wet already. You’re gonna love this.” 

Spencer whined, his hand wandering of its own volition, finding his shaft and firmly squeezing the base. 

Luke collected your arousal on his fingers before brushing over your clit a few times but all too soon he was withdrawing his fingers entirely. 

His pupils were blown out wide as he pulled back from you, a smirk adorned on his lips.

“You want him to eat your pussy, angel?” He tucked your hair behind your ear. 

You mewled in response, but Luke was looking at you, demanding a verbal answer.

“Yes, yes! Fuck, please?” You whimpered. 

Luke nodded in satisfaction, turning your body by the shoulders to face Spencer who was still holding his cock in his hand. 

“Sit on his face.” Luke commanded, tone so stern that even if that didn’t sound incredibly hot you would have done it anyway. 

Spencer’s eyes widened as you crawled on the bed, his nerves returning in an instant. 

“What if I’m not…what if I’m not any good?” His cheeks burned with embarrassment but he directed his question at Luke and not you. 

“Baby, you’ll be just fine. You’re a genius after all, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Luke winked at him and it provided Spencer with encouragement. 

You kneeled over his chest, a little hesitant to go any further. But then suddenly Spencer was grabbing you by the hips and pulling you closer. 

He met no resistance from you and was able to pull you like a rag doll until you were hovering over his face. He exhaled a shaky breath and you felt it between your legs. 

“It’s ok cariño, you can do it.” Luke gave Spencer’s leg a reassuring squeeze. 

Spencer growled as he inhaled your scent and suddenly like a man possessed, he tugged you down so you were sitting on his face and his tongue brushed over your most sensitive area.

You whined loudly at the contact and Spencer’s arm came to rest heavily across your thighs to keep you in place. His tongue glided through you, gathering your arousal and hissing at the taste of you. 

When his tongue settled back on your clit and he started lapping and sucking on your bud you couldn’t help but wiggle on his face, feeling the glorious friction from his stubble between your legs. 

He didn’t go easy on you, he wasn’t tentative like a man who had never done this before. He was immediately eating you out with the desperation of a man devouring his final meal. 

His arm was heavy against your thighs, keeping you steadily in place. You leant your palms on the headboard of the bed to keep you upright.

Luke was moaning to himself as he listened to the glorious and slightly messy sounds Spencer was making between your legs. 

He watched the way his boyfriends eyes fluttered closed and he buried his face into you while his tongue worked your clit. 

Your body was already trembling above him, and the moans leaving your parted lips were the sweetest song Luke had ever heard. 

He undressed himself, his eyes never leaving Spencer for a second. As soon as he was naked like the two of you he climbed onto the bed. 

You barely registered the weight of the bed shift beneath you, too focused on Spencer’s work with his mouth. It seemed impossible that he hadn’t done this before because he knew exactly what he was doing. 

He flattened his tongue and ran it through your folds to collect more of your arousal before he settled back on his ministrations on your clit. 

He held you down with force, you wouldn’t be surprised if he left a bruise across your thighs with the pressure he was exerting. 

Spencer didn’t care. He was obsessed with the way you tasted and couldn’t believe he’d gotten to this age and never tried this. 

He could feel you soaking his face, as his nose buried against you while his tongue continued to lap and suck greedily at you. 

His cock was throbbing painfully, in desperate need of stimulation. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if he came untouched simply from the taste of you. 

He was certain this would not be his last time doing this. 

You suddenly felt a warm, hard body encompassing you from behind at the same time Spencer felt a pressure on his chest. 

Luke knelt either side of Spencer’s torso and pressed himself against your back. 

“Jesus Christ you have no idea how hot this is.” He panted against your ear. “How does she taste, Spence?”

“Hmm.” The younger man simply hummed against you, sending a vibration through your entire body. 

Your eyes were rolling back in your head at Spencer’s deft tongue but that wasn’t even the half of it. 

You felt something ghosting between your legs from behind and then suddenly two thick digits were plunging inside of you. 

“Holy shit.” You mumbled incoherently as your head fell to your chest. 

Luke smirked as he placed a kiss against your neck and started working his fingers inside of you. 

“Fuck, Spence she’s tight. Your gonna want to fuck her.” 

Spencer hummed against your clit again and tightened his hold on your thighs. He nuzzled his face entirely between your legs, desperate to taste more of you but the idea of being inside you made his cock pulse achingly. 

Luke thrust his fingers deeply inside of you, feeling you fluttering and clenching around him. The moans and whimpers leaving your lips were feral and he could tell you wouldn’t last much longer. 

“Are you close, pretty girl?” He mumbled against your neck. 

“Mmm hmm.” You pathetically replied. 

Luke grinded his hips against your back whilst his fingers moved in and out of you rapidly, pounding into you with bruising force. 

Spencer never let up even for a second and the sounds of his tongue between your legs filled the room alongside three sets of moans. 

Your body startled to tremble furiously and you felt your orgasm pooling in the pit of your stomach. Suddenly your back went rigid and your eyes shot open as you reached your peak. 

“F-fuck!” You screamed so loud the walls shook, clenching around Luke’s fingers as Spencer swallowed every drop of your orgasm. 

Soon you were going limp again and Luke held you upright with his body as he slowly slipped his fingers out from between your legs. 

But Spencer didn’t seem perturbed. 

His arm on your thigh tightened even more so and he continued circling your sweet spot with his tongue. 

Luke wrapped his arms around you to steady you, your body shaking. 

“S-Spencer,” you whined. “S’too much!” 

But Spencer still didn’t stop. 

His tongue traversed through your legs and back again to your clit where he pressed the flat of the muscle against you.

You whimpered, quaking on top of him and trying to squeeze your thighs together but his head was in the way. It seemed to spur him on and his tongue moved faster. 

“Spencer?” Luke tried to get his attention but Spencer didn’t listen. 

His own orgasm was building and he was so close he couldn’t stop now. 

He kept up his work, seemingly not noticing your whines or the tears rolling down your cheeks from the overstimulation. You felt him moan between your legs and then out of nowhere his body started to convulse beneath you. 

His grip on you loosened and you fell back into Luke’s waiting arms. Spencer was panting and moaning furiously. 

Luke helped you to lay down next to Spencer but he couldn’t take his eyes off of his boyfriend and the slickness coating his mouth and chin. 

When his eyes cast further down the younger man’s body he noticed his slowly softening cock and his come all over his stomach. 

Luke couldn’t help but smile at the idea of Spencer coming simply from pleasuring you. 

Luke laid down between you, two worn out and lifeless bodies either side of him. But he wasn’t done with either of you, he hadn’t gotten off yet. 

He gripped Spencer by the jaw and turned his head to face him before smashing his lips against his boyfriends. 

The taste of you on Spencer’s lips was phenomenal and he made a gut wrenching moan erupt from Luke’s lungs. 

“You liked that huh?” Luke smirked into the kiss. “I guess you must have done if you can come just from eating pussy.” 

Spencer simply mewled, his body shuddering at the thought and Luke chuckled as he slowly manoeuvred himself down the bed. 

He bowed his head to Spencer’s stomach and started lapping his tongue over his flesh, cleaning his boyfriend of his arousal. 

Spencer whined a little at the sensation, wriggling on the bed but allowing Luke to clean him up. 

“Come on guys, what about me?” Luke sat back on his haunches and looked at the two of you, already complete wrecks. 

He chuckled with a roll of his eyes and got up from the bed, tugging Spencer by the wrist until he was sitting up. 

“Since you have such an oral fixation, it’s my turn, cariño.” Luke nodded to his hard cock which was begging to be touched. 

Spencer whimpered again but nodded all the same and forced himself onto his knees in front of Luke. 

He would get a second wind, no doubt. One of his favourite things in the world was giving his boyfriend head and he would never turn down the opportunity, 

He placed his hands on Luke’s hips as he bowed his head closer to his length, blowing cool air over the tip and making Luke groan. 

Soon he was parting his lips and wrapping them around Luke, quickly taking the older man all the way in his mouth until he hit the back of his throat. 

But Spencer didn’t even seem to notice. He had the most impressive gag reflex that even when Luke got carried away and fucked Spencer’s mouth, Spencer never batted an eyelid. 

The sloppy sounds of saliva and Luke’s moans caught your attention and you rolled onto your side to see Spencer now taking the other man’s length like it was his job. 

You’d given plenty of blowjobs in your life but you’d never gotten the chance to witness one in real life. 

It was a dizzying sight, the way Luke’s entire cock disappeared inside of Spencer’s mouth, the same mouth that had been pleasuring you just moments before. 

The way Spencer’s tongue glided up the vein on Luke’s shaft and then danced teasingly over his swollen head was intoxicating. The way Luke’s abs tightened each time Spencer took him all the way to the back of his throat was glorious. 

Luke’s eyes snapped up from where they’d been watching Spencer and onto you, that dangerous smirk on his lips again.

“Come and give him a hand, angel.” He winked at you and his tone told you exactly what he meant. 

You still felt weak as you clambered to the edge of the bed, your skin so sensitive. You dropped down to the floor kneeling behind Spencer and wrapped your arms around his waist. 

He was already half hard again as you wrapped your hand around his shaft and a muffled scream left his lips at the sudden contact. You felt his body jerk forward at your touch, thrusting his face into Luke’s pubic hair. 

Luke chuckled and moved his hand to the back of Spencer’s head, balling up his locks and using his grip to control the pace. 

Spencer was standing at full attention in no time at all as you stroked him and you felt yourself getting turned on again too. 

Luke stared down at the two of you on the floor as he bucked back and forth in Spencer’s mouth. Luke had always been the more dominant of the two men and having both of you on your knees, so subservient to him was the most incredible feeling in the world. 

He wanted to freeze time, to capture this delicious image in his mind. He wanted this to last forever.

But he also wanted more. 

He knew this was supposed to be for Spencer’s benefit but it had been a long time since he’d had the opportunity to be with a woman and Luke didn’t want to let it pass him by. 

He already felt his precum leaking down Spencer’s throat but that wasn’t how he wanted to come. 

Suddenly he let go of Spencer’s hair and stepped back from the younger man’s mouth. If there was ever a sight to reduce a grown man to a fucking puddle it was the one Luke was witnessing now.

A trail of salvia joined the head of his cock to Spencer’s chin, dripping down from his pouty lips. His eyes were large and doe like, staring up at Luke like he hung the moon, messy hair falling in his face. 

And you were behind him, chest pushed up against his back while you continued to stroke his cock. 

The love he felt for this man was incomprehensible, the kind that defied all laws of nature. 

But he would put a pin in that, he had more pressing matters to attend to. 

“Both of you up.” He commanded and you both scurried to your feet without question. 

Luke’s hungry eyes took you all in, focusing on you while Spencer stood dumbly at your side. 

“On the bed, spread your legs.” He told you sternly and yet again you were quick to comply. 

Luke located the condoms, ripped one open and rolled it over his length. It was a little odd at first, he hadn’t used condoms since he and Spencer first started dating but at least it might mean he could last a little longer. 

Although given how turned on he was, even a condom might not help. 

Spencer looked at him a little sadly, a pathetic whine leaving his lips. 

“What about me? I thought I was going to fuck her?” 

“And you will, baby,” Luke cooed, brushing his fingers along Spencer’s jaw. “But it’s my turn first, you already got to come. It’s only fair that I do too.” 

“O-ok.” Spencer nodded. “W-what do I do?” 

“You get to watch, cariño.” Luke shot him a wink before climbing onto the bed where you laid out in front of him. 

He regarded you curiously for a moment or two before he pulled you up by your biceps. 

“I want you to ride me, angel. Can you do that for me?” He whispered so lovingly and you nodded which seemed to please him. 

He let go of your arms and positioned himself so he was sitting up against the headboard. You climbed into his lap, a knee either side of his hips and hovered over his length. 

Luke glanced at Spencer who was still standing dumbly at the side of the bed like a spare part. He patted the mattress next to him. 

“Come here,” he nodded his head, motioning Spencer over. 

Spencer did as he was told yet again and came and sat next to Luke just as you started lowering yourself onto him.

From this angle Spencer had the most incredible view of Luke’s cock as it disappeared inch by inch inside your cunt. 

You and Luke moaned simultaneously as he pushed inside of you. He was thick and heavy but maybe not as long as Spencer but he stretched you out as he entered you. 

“Fucking Christ,” Luke moaned as he bottomed out inside you. “I forgot how good that feels.” 

It was different than having Spencer around him. Not better, not worse; just different. He wouldn’t trade sex with Spencer for anything in the world but you felt so spectacular that for a brief moment or two he forgot about Spencer’s existence. 

It was only when the younger man let out a guttural moan that Luke remembered him sitting next to him. As you started bouncing up and down on his cock, he gave Spencer a sideways glance. 

“Touch yourself for me.” He whispered to his boyfriend. 

Spencer’s hand immediately found his own member and he started stroking himself languidly. 

Your eyes flit between where Luke was repeatedly slamming inside of you and to where Spencer was jerking himself slowly. 

Luke grabbed your hips and used his grip to help move you up and down. His own hips were bucking to meet you, his orgasm dangerously close after the night's previous events. 

His head was a complete mess, he wasn’t sure he’d ever been so turned on in his entire life. He didn’t want this moment to end so soon but he knew his release was imminent. 

“Fucking hell I’m sorry, I’m so close.” Luke whined, his thrusts becoming more frantic. 

You tried to meet his pace and each time he pounded inside of you his blunt head slammed right against your bundle of nerves. 

“S-Spence,” he panted, eyes hooded and full of lust. “Get a c-condom. You can f-finish her off.” 

Spencer squeezed the base of his cock at the thought, a cacophony of nerves and excitement bubbling in his chest. 

He reached over to the side table and retrieved a condom, his hand shaking a little as he tried to tear the foil package. 

Of course he’d helped men with them before but he’d never had the need to wear one himself. Rolling the rubber over his length was a new and strange experience but that would only be the half of it. 

It started to dawn on him that in just a few moments he would be buried inside of you, an encounter he never expected to be having. 

But he couldn’t fucking wait. 

Luke’s face contorted and his fingers dug into your hips as he bucked one last time and came with a strangled moan, spilling his seed inside of the condom. 

Spencer watched on in eager anticipation as Luke continued to lazily thrust in and out of you, growing slightly impatient. 

“My turn?” He whimpered pathetically. “Please?” 

Luke glanced over at him again, eyes barely open and a sheen of sweat on his forehead. He reached a lazy hand out to stroke Spencer’s cheek. 

“Of course baby.” He whispered, helping you off of him and hearing you whine as he slid out of you. 

You looked at Spencer while rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, unsure of what you were meant to do. 

“Where do you…how do you…?” You asked softly. 

Spencer’s eyes widened at the question, and he quickly became overwhelmed. Luke could tell by the slight panic in his boyfriend's eyes that his mind was over saturating, over-thinking this moment like he did every other moment.

“Take a breath, Spence.” Luke mumbled. “Close your eyes, I know you’ve pictured this moment. Close your eyes and imagine it.” 

Spencer once again did as he was told he closed his eyes. Luke was right, he had pictured this, a huge amount as of late. 

With Luke, Spencer gave over all his control, letting Luke have the dominance. He’d never minded, always happy in his role as the submissive but right now he craved that power. 

He wanted a position in which he could have full authority over you, in which he would hold all the cards. 

He opened his eyes suddenly and surprised you both when he stood up. He curled his finger for you to do the same which you did in an instant. 

As soon as you were on your feet he grabbed you somewhat roughly by the wrist and led you to the corner of the room where the armchair sat. 

He brought you to the back of it, turning you around so you were bent over it, your back to him. He shoved the back of your head down and parted your legs with his other hand. 

“Just like this,” his voice was breathy. “Fucking perfect.” 

Two fingers ran between your folds and you hummed against the fabric of the chair. But they soon disappeared so he could wrap his hand around his cock and guide it to where he needed it to be. 

He lined himself up and looked over at Luke who hadn’t moved. Spencer’s eyes were questioning, unsure as he looked at his partner. 

“If you don’t want to do this, Spence, no one is going to force you.” Luke spoke quietly, reassuringly. 

“I very much want to, trust me.” Spencer replied. 

“Then what are you waiting for, cariño?” Luke smirked and it was all the impetus Spencer needed. 

He took a shaky breath before he cautiously pushed his head past your threshold. His eyes instantly doubled in size and Luke noticed his entire body stiffening. 

Spencer was still looking at Luke as his mouth fell open and he dared to push another inch inside of you. 

You moaned as he did so, feeling that familiar stretch you’d experienced with Luke. Neither man was small, you would undoubtedly be sore tomorrow. 

“Keep going, baby.” Luke encouraged with a smile. 

Spencer swallowed thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing deliciously as he did so. Inch by inch, excruciatingly slowly he vanished inside of you, hands holding you steady by your hips. 

Once he was fully sheathed inside of you his whole body stilled as he adjusted to the way it felt. Nothing could have prepared him for it, the way he could feel your walls stretching to accommodate him; how warm and wet you were wrapped around him. 

“How is it, Spence?” Luke breathed. 

“I…I…no words.” Spencer panted his reply. 

There truly were no words to describe it and Spencer usually had a word for everything. But this was so beyond his wildest comprehension that even his giant brain couldn’t find the necessary prose that would do this justice. 

He took another deep breath, finally looking away from Luke and down between your bodies. He gasped loudly at the sight awaiting him as he pulled his hips back, seeing the condom coated in your slick. 

And when he pushed back in his head spun at the way he disappeared inside of you, taking his entire length. 

“Fucking hell.” He panted breathily.

His animalistic side took over then and he started suddenly pounding into you, hard and fast jabs of his cock as it filled you up again and again. 

You gripped the armchair and your moans muffled against the material. Your legs were shaking but Spencer was holding you up with a firm grip on your waist. 

Each time he slammed against you, he seemed to hit you in a new spot and his hips slapped against your ass probably leaving bruises. 

Luke was moaning from his position on the bed, his cock starting to grow hard again at the sight of his boyfriend pounding you. 

Spencer’s face was contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy, like nothing Luke had ever seen before. 

He looked delirious, his eyes half rolled back in his head and his hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. 

He fucked you into the armchair, his thrusts unyielding as he worked his way to his orgasm. 

Luke moved without the forethought to do so, on his feet and moving across the room. He came up behind Spencer and wrapped his arms around the other man’s chest, pressing his lips against the soft flesh of his neck. 

“How good does it feel, Spence?” Luke mumbled against his neck. 

“Fucking…so good, so fucking good.” Spencer whined, hips snapping back and forth frantically. 

Luke nibbled on his boyfriend's neck, fingers brushing over his nipples before tweaking them a little. His dick pressed against one of Spencer’s ass cheeks and the friction caused by Spencer’s thrusts was dizzying. 

Spencer felt the telltale tightening in his stomach, the coil wound so tight it would imminently snap. He somehow pounded you harder and you could feel your own orgasm sneaking up on you. 

As if he could read your mind, Spencer spoke in a ragged voice, “are you close?” 

“Hmm.” You replied, nodding your head. 

“Fuck, me too.” Spencer agreed. 

Luke could feel Spencer’s impending release in the way his body tightened in his arms and his legs started to wobble furiously. 

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…oh fuck!” He bellowed, burying so deep inside of you as he came in the condom, at the same time he felt you clenching and pulsing around him as your own orgasm joined him. 

His hips kept slowly bucking and he closed his eyes, leaning the weight of his body back against Luke’s chest. 

Luke held him while he came down from his high, while he tried to compensate in his cloudy mind how anything could feel that good. 

Eventually his movements stilled completely and reluctantly he withdrew from you, causing you both to whimper at the emptiness you both suddenly felt. 

His arms still around Spencer, Luke first helped his partner to the bed where he collapsed like a doll, before he returned and aided you to the bed as well with an arm around your waist. 

Luke stood at the foot of the bed and watched the two fucked out bodies as you and Spencer fought to catch your breaths. 

Spencer was on his back with his eyes closed and his fingers ran lazily up and down his own rib cage as though trying to bring himself back down to Earth. 

You were curled up on your side, eyes also closed as you nuzzled against the pillow. 

Luke smiled to himself, hand involuntarily wrapping around the base of his shaft as he regarded you both. 

He started leisurely stroking himself as his eyes flicked between the two of you, dark eyes with blown out pupils. 

In his wildest dreams he never could have predicted how magnificent this night could be. What could have been his and Spencer’s downfall he knew would now only bring them closer. 

The magic 8 ball might have forecast a less than favourable outcome but right now all signs were pointing to yes. And Luke was by no means finished with the fun. 

He stepped a little closer, still stroking himself as he watched you both with a large smile on his face. 

“I’ll give you a moment to catch your breaths,” he spoke almost callously, forcing you both to open your eyes. “But don’t think we’re done here. We’re gonna keep shaking this magic 8 until it breaks.” 

[veltana]

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Groupie Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fan!fem!reader Explicit Since joining the Avengers you've been avoiding Bucky Barnes, afraid of what would happen if he ever learned the truth. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Highest bidder Friend!Steve Rogers/Virgin!fem!reader Explicit Tired of being a virgin and out of money you travel to Las Vegas to auction it off. Little do you know your friend Steve Rogers won't let anyone else have you. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Like a shadow CEO!Bucky Barnes/PA!fem!reader Explicit You’re Bucky’s assistant. What happens when he notices you after six months? [AO3] [Tumblr]

Mutual satisfaction Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Avengers!fem!reader Explicit Movie night turns into something you could never have imagined. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Riding into the night Biker!Bucky Barnes/Fem!reader Explicit You meet Bucky at a bar. [AO3] [Tumblr]

Shared Desires Bucky/Fem!reader, Steve/Fem!reader, brief Bucky/Steve Explicit With a sigh, Steve looks at his best friend, his long lost brother, the person he went through hell to get back. If Bucky knew the truth he wouldn't be laughing. [AO3] [Tumblr]

The winter rebound Avengers!Bucky Barnes/Fem!reader Explicit You go with your friend to Mr. Stark's holiday party [AO3] [Tumblr]

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Relentless Pleasures Professor!Spencer Reid/Student!Reader Explicit Fucking your professor might have been the best and the worst decision of your life. Is it just sex or do both of you want something more? When an unsub makes their way towards your university, you and Spencer are forced to face your feelings for each other a lot sooner than any of you had counted on. [AO3] [Tumblr]

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[tlou-reid]

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

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

smut below the cut 18+ MDNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[reidsaurora]

Hey sweet!! I wanna request for the Leo baby birthday cake

“you can’t scare me like that, okay?” with Luke Alvez. Thank you so much!!

thank you for the request! sorry this took so long, my personal life has been swamped lately and i haven't had much time to write 😅 hope you like what i wrote though!

"In Your (Broken) Arms" ~ L. Alvez

pairing: luke alvez x fem!bau!reader

summary: it's just a fractured wrist, but to luke alvez, your stressed-out and over-protective boyfriend, it might just be cause to bubble wrap you.

word count: 626

warnings: takes place in a hospital, mild sexual humor, very mild swearing, i think that's it!

genre: fluff <3

based on the prompt: "you can't scare me like that, okay?"

extra notes: the ending is rushed, as per usual. i apologize for that. i hope you enjoy the rest though!

beta read by: @reidselle (love you <3)

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🧁 Leo Baby Birthday Cake - send me a character + a prompt from this list and i'll write you a blurb!

"You cannot scare me like that, okay?" Luke said between exasperated breaths as he walked into the exam room you currently sat in.

He pulled the curtain closed behind himself before sitting down next to your bed, watching as the doctor wrapped your wrist. "Hey, be gentle, she could've lost her arm."

You rolled your eyes before reassuring the doctor that your wrist would be fine. "Don't listen to him. I'm okay, I promise. Well, other than the obvious."

The doctor let out a soft chuckle as he focused on wrapping your wrist up properly. "Y/N's gonna be fine, sir, I can assure you. Fractured wrists are practically a daily occurrence for us emergency room docs."

Luke's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "A fractured wrist? Seriously?"

"Luke, we'll talk about this in a minute. Please let the doctor finish up his work."

The doctor met you with kind eyes. "No worries. I'm all done. I'll give you two a few minutes and send a nurse in with your paperwork in a little bit."

And with that, the man was on his way out the door, leaving you to deal with your stressed-out, and definitely overprotective, boyfriend.

Luke scooted his chair closer to the edge of your bed, taking your newly bandaged arm and placing a soft kiss over the new cast you sported.

You rolled your eyes, but placed a loving hand in his hair, running your fingers softly through his disheveled curls. "I'm okay, I promise."

"A fracture, Y/N," he reminded you. "There's a reason I told you to wait for me and Spencer to get that guy."

You winced as you remembered the pain of him flailing to get out of your grasp, his elbows hitting nearly every bone in your upper body as he tried to push you off. "Okay, maybe I could've waited but if you guys had arrived any later, he would've gotten away. I had to take my chances. Okay?"

Luke gave you a displeased pout, and you couldn't help but kiss it away. You loved him, really, but he sure knew how to be overprotective when he wanted to be, especially on the job.

"Hey, don't you dare use those pretty lips to distract me," he argued, brows meeting in an angry furrow. "I'm upset with you. You could've gotten yourself hurt. Hell, you did get yourself hurt."

"Luke," you sighed with exasperation, "I am fine. Now, will you please flag down a nurse so I can go home?"

He rolled his eyes, lips landing on yours for another gentle kiss. It didn't matter that you'd been dating Luke for over a year, he still knew how to make butterflies go off in your tummy every time he kissed you. "Don't think this is over," he warned, pulling away. "I'm gonna smother you like no one's business."

"Ooooh, I'm so scared of the big, bad teddy bear that is Luke Alvez," you rebutted, sticking out your tongue in banter.

"Watch it or I'll punish you," he said, heading toward the curtain.

A sly smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. "Now that is something I'd like to see."

He rolled his eyes, pulling open the curtain and heading out toward the nurses station, but not before uttering a quick, "I love you, querida."

"Yeah, yeah, I guess I love you too, bubble butt."

A soft voice, which you quickly figured out was Spencer, mumbled from the other side of the curtain. "Bubble butt?"

"It's…" Luke paused, trying to come up with an explanation. "It's a long story."

You just shook your head, eternally grateful for the man you got to call your boyfriend… and bubble butt.

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[tenaciousarcadeexpert]

Luke Alvez in In the Dark-12x17

*consider this a belated birthday gifset for Adam Rodriguez

[captainstressed]

so i gave jemily a whirl. based on the scene from the first episode with the team playing party games at PG's for her birthday. Emily's here this time, fun ensues.

this was a pretty quick write so mistakes etc are all me. no real spoilers. garvez if you squint because i couldn't help myself.

Spin the bottle.

Penelope was feeling wonderfully buzzed. She couldn’t remember the last time they had all gotten together and shared an evening of drinks and laughs, and on her birthday no less! So much had happened within the last few months, to her as well as her friends and it finally felt as though things were calming down.

Luke had stood, empty wine bottle in hand to assumedly switch it for another bottle from her kitchen.

“Ok my loves, the night is young and so am I.”

Penelope spoke with a grin, holding out a hand to Luke and wiggling her fingers at the bottle in his hand. He tilted the bottle to show her it was empty which earned him an eye roll.

“Just give me the bottle.”

He did, in spite of his suspicion to what she had planned, before moving empty handed to her kitchen to grab another bottle.

She set the bottle down on the table and started making room, shuffling the remnants of their previous game into the bowl. Penelope was fully aware that all eyes were on her but she worked in silence, finally laying the bottle on its side in the middle of the table.

“Time for a new game.”

Amused laughter filled the room, Penelope looked at each of her friends and dared any of them to back out of playing.

“So, as we’re all,”

Penelope paused for a moment to grasp the right term. They were a mixed bunch; a widower, a recent divorcee and victims of failed relationships that didn’t reach past a few months had them all currently in the same boat.

“Sixteen years old?”

If she had anything nearby that wasn’t likely to make more mess in her apartment she would have thrown it at Luke, she instead settled for a glare that he brushed off with a laugh as he rejoined the group.

“Available.” She countered instead, lifting her empty wine glass for Luke to refill before he sat down.

“Penelope, if you wanted to kiss me all you had to do was ask.”

Luke had a grin she just wanted to wipe off his face, he followed it with a wink that had the other women giggling.

“In your dreams, Alvez.”

There was no bite in her words but it earned a chorus of “oooo’s” from Tara, JJ and Emily.

“This is just a bit of fun between friends.”

Dave did not look convinced but remained silent, as if he believed that by saying nothing it reduced his chances of having to spin the bottle.

“So who wants to go first?”

Luke raised his hands with a sheepish smile and shook his head, leaning back in his seat and effectively ruling himself out of the first spin. Dave gave a small nod in his direction and did the same.

“Screw it, i’ll go.”

No one was more surprised than JJ at herself. Her split was Will had been rough, taking more of a toll on her than she had let on to any of the team. Between work, the divorce and the kids this was the first time in god knows how long she felt like she could really let her hair down. So screw it.

Silently hoping it wouldn’t land on Dave; the man had been a father figure to her for well over a decade, JJ spun the bottle.

She downed what was left in her glass whilst she waited for the bottle to stop spinning. In all truth, she hadn’t given much thought about what it would be like to kiss anyone on the team. Having been with Will for as long as she had, and things had been good, great even for a very long time.

Anxiety pooled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of this potentially changing things between her and whoever the bottle stopped in front of. It was just a little fun between friends, thats what Penelope had said. Whoever it was, they would just share a quick peck and go on to laugh about it with the others.

And then the bottle stopped spinning.

In front of Emily.

At least it wasn’t Dave.

Emily was her boss. She had also been one of her best friends for almost two decades. This wouldn’t be weird. It was just a drunken kiss between friends.

No words passed between the two women, Emily was the first to lean in and JJ followed suit. The moment their lips met, JJ closed her eyes instinctually.

Having spent the last sixteen years or so with one person, only kissing that one person, kissing Emily stirred something inside her that she hadn’t felt in a very long time.

There was no timer on the table but when enough time had passed that she deemed appropriate, JJ inched away ever so until she felt Emily’s tongue against the seem of her lips.

Oh.

This was different.

She tasted sweet, it was completely different to kissing Will and JJ found herself drawn further into it. Emily raised a hand to cup her cheek and she wrapped her fingers around her wrist, caressing a thumb across her pulse point that only seemed to get quicker.

It was easy to forget they were in a room with their colleagues, friends; it took someone awkwardly clearing their throat for the pair to return to the present and begrudgingly end their kiss. A chaste peck sealed the deal and they both separated, silently falling back into their seats.

It was Luke that had called attention to the fact that they were quickly swerving towards a pretty heavy make out session in Penelopes living room, a blush creeping up his neck as he tried to avoid the eye contact of either woman when they finally parted.

Silence ensued for a few moments, Dave looked about as awkward as Luke felt and Penelope looked between JJ and Emily as though she wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words to do so.

It was Tara who broke the tension, letting out a heavy breath followed by a laugh.

“Well damn.”

That was all it took. Emily and JJ looked at each other before joining in with the laughter, Penelope following suit. Luke gave a nervous chuckle and looked at Dave who looked as though he wasn’t quite sure how he felt.

“Who’s next?”

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

Here's the thing. Presents are exciting for me to give. Five more days! 🥳 But i'm also withholding some comments I have to see if you catch what they might be when posted.

Ahhhhhhhhhh I'm so excited!!!!!

I pretty much already know what I'm getting irl for my birthday this year since I'm going on a last-minute trip and need money for it, and everyone who can't afford to give me money is going to give me something strawberry themed, since that's my thing. This is the one thing that I genuinely have no idea what to expect, other than maybe the barest bones of a plot/prompt.

I am so excited!!!!!!!!

Insane amounts of happy hand flaps are going on over here.

[snailsandpuppy-dogtails]

Happy Birthday

Smut Fic Sunday! Garvez Smut WC: Lordy, lordy, 9,031! Ao3

It’s Luke’s birthday and all he wants to do is cuddle with Penelope, but instead he’s agreed to go with her to a massive comic and scifi convention. With not a mention of his birthday all day, Luke fears she’s forgotten it, but Penelope Garcia would never.

He was woken by the feel of kisses lightly pattering like rain on bare skin across the ball of his shoulder and high on his chest. An easy smile curled as he coiled and released a shuttering stretch. “Good morning” Luke finished with a little grunting sigh, a warm arm wrapping around the even warmer Penelope Garcia laying next to him, his lips finding hers the instant his vision shifted from dreamy darkness to peachy dawn.

This. If he had his way, this is how he’d spend this birthday and every one after, wrapped up hazily in the plush surroundings of his bed with her next to him, all thoughts fluffy and light, mush and warmth.

Nails lightly scratched down his stomach as she snuggled down deeper into his side, cheek nuzzling between his breast. “Are you excited for today?”

“Excited?” Luke made a face, “Intrigued?” “Always, with you.”

Penelope tilted her head to look up, still listening to the steady beat of his heart, “Remember, it’s a two day thing: today costumes and panels, tomorrow, booths and shopping.” Index and middle fingers tapped his sternum counting off the vague itinerary. “So today, we dress up, but you can pack whatever you want for tomorrow.”

Patting his chest and kissing the tip of his nose, she then got up to shower and prep their costumes, hers, an original-run Star Trek uniform, his, very blandly, Cas from Supernatural. But she wouldn’t fault him for what he was comfortable in, she was simply happy he was going with her.

Getting ready, he thought about how out of character it was that she hadn’t mentioned his birthday yet. He knew she didn’t forget, she’d been conflicted about going to the con at all because of it. He’d told her that was crazy and his birthday wasn’t a big deal, that the convention was important to her. But it wasn’t like her to brush off a birthday entirely, either.

Even in the before days when he pleaded that they not do anything, she’d cover his desk in little decorations and make traps to spring out of his drawers to annoy him. Of course, she blamed those on Spencer because “why would she go through that much trouble for someone who doesn’t appriciate her efforts?”

Spencer always heavily denied it was him, not that he needed to.

Hell, she’d even started celebrating Roxy’s birthday once she tracked it down; making little cards addressed to the care of Roxy’s ‘furdaddy’ and leaving a new toy and treats.

This was his first birthday with her no longer his coworker though, their first as a couple. Maybe she was trying to respect his wishes.

Yeah. Right.

She probably had something bigger and more embarrassing planned.

The day was a whirlwind from the second they stepped foot in the lobby. Upon arrival he prepared for her announcing it was his birthday to the front desk, the onslaught of well wishes and prompts for arrangements. But once they’d checked in, she rushed on, not a word uttered.

“Come on, we’ve gotta get going, this one starts in 45 minutes.” Penelope directed, nose pointed to the schedule on her phone, “I want to get semi-decent seats. The bellboys can take our stuff up.” With a wave of her hand, she quickly fired off their room number to a staff person waiting beside the desk, ending with a bubblegum “thank you,” and pulled Luke back out of the hotel and in the direction of the convention hall, leaving no chance to settle in or catch his bearings. And no mention of a birthday.

Their day was packed with writers and actors divulging secrets and inspirations, stories of off-screen pranks, micro-table reads, and candid answers to fan questions, character contests, workshops, discussion panels, art competitions, and improv sessions.

He thought at one point while raising her hand, she was going to tell the cast and get the hall to sing to him, but she praised an actor for his support of retired animal rescues, then asked about the origin of a vegan pulled pork recipe he’d contributed to a fan zine in the 80s.

During a brief lull they ended up having lunch with recent mega-star, Lila Archer, who was there as part of the cast promotion for the newest DC movie. He didn’t even know Penelope knew her, but they both quickly filled him in on the way they’d met. Stupidly, he thought she might bring it up then, but all they talked about was how awesome it was to finally hang out in person, about how Spencer and Derek were doing, and how different but just the same L.A. is now to when Penelope left all those years ago. Not a peep of happy birthday.

At the end of their long day the elevator rose, and with each floor his hope - was he really hoping now? - rose ever higher.

She hadn’t let him see the room, had made someone else take their stuff, had kept both keycards, redirected or made excuses when he’d try to bring up wanting to head back to the hotel, they were in an elevator that didn’t seem to be making any stops for other floors and wasn’t counting them off…And when he thought about it, there really was no reason to stay in a hotel rather than their own comfy bed and drive back in the morning. Maybe she was planning something up at the top. Maybe this was going to some banquet hall where his friends and the team would be waiting. He wasn't sure if the idea was exhausting or relieving.

Slipping a card out of her pocket she draped her arms around his neck hanging against him, Luke responded with an arm to her waist, supporting her. She leaned in, faces a blink apart and kissed him, grinning and lazy, punch drunk from the day, sending them both tumbling into the doors. Penelope, pressed against him and pressing further, arched as she inhaled into the kiss, the blue micro-mini of her costume rising shorter with every wave of her body on his, but stopped when the elevator dinged. She didn’t even say it then, just pulled back and scanned the card, triggering the doors.

Doors which opened not to a hallway, but a room.

A room he could tell was void of people.

Their room? Which, if correct, he had to admit was pretty cool, but wasn’t very secure.

Maybe that’s why the elevator hadn’t gone to any other levels, maybe it couldn’t.

But again, there was nothing. No one. No streamers, no surprise, no happy birthday.

Just dark, empty, space. He must have looked disappointed because when she took his hand leading him out of the elevator she turned back with the most adorably sincere expression on her face, asking in the sweetest tone, “What’s wrong? Luke?” eyes wide, imploring.

Ah, right, ‘profiler by association’. He couldn’t let something as trivial as no birthday get to him. He’d maintained it didn’t matter, was he going to make her feel guilty when suddenly, apparently, it did?

Luke tugged her in closer, smiling, “Nothing, Chica, I’m a little tired is all,” he lied, and placed a peck on her lips. Penelope pulled away eyeing him, searching for something.

Seemingly satisfied at what she’d found, she simply said, “Ok,” and stepped back. “I’m going to get changed and hang things up in the bathroom, unless you want to?”

He released her hand, declining the offer, “You go ahead, I’ll take a look around, try and find the light switch…”

“Ohh!” she exclaimed, the mention of lighting apparently having reminded her of something, “There’s supposed to be a working fireplace, maybe we can use it!”

“Are we camping now? Have we been teleported?” Luke chuckled at the Penelope of it all. A fireplace in a hotel. Of course.

She’d gotten the penthouse suite in a ritzy hotel built in the 50s. Back then it had supposedly been a place for dignitaries and visiting council to cool their heels…and a hide-away for Presidents wanting to meet ladies clandestinely. Close enough to the Whitehouse, but far enough to not get caught…The perfect setting for her perfect gift.

Finding the light panel and switching it on lit up a scattering of dim warm lamps and pouf-like floor lights, yellows and pinks illuminated the room.

Looking around, it was a very large and stylish, if time-warped, place. The décor was all midcentury swank; black leather Eames lounge chair, one of those spaceship looking fireplaces enameled red, a thick white “fur” circular rug, and a large angular cherry wood desk against the far wall which, in all it’s glowing navy glory, couldn’t be ignored, was entirely glass- floor to ceiling.

In place of a wall there was a massive window and a view overlooking the whole of National Mall. The Washington Monument, Capitol Building, and Lincoln Memorial were all in a row from here, interspersed with reflection pools mirroring the alabaster glow of the erections against the inky blue sky. Taking it in, he tried not to think too much about the whole birthday disappointment, tried to be thankful for this, at least.

It’s not that he minded, they’d been busy. There was a lot she wanted to squeeze in to the day and there were guest speakers she said hadn’t been to a convention in years. Could he blame her? She was happy. Deliriously so. He liked seeing Penelope happy. Lived to make her happy.

He honestly didn’t like big celebrations. All that attention and spectacle being made over him. But he wasn’t arrogant enough to not be thankful he’d made it another year; for so long his jobs were so treacherous he was lucky to have made it another day. Though these last few years were less statistically dangerous due to the job change, it was still a dangerous field and anything could go wrong given the right situation so his perspective hadn’t changed in that regard. The thing that changed was that every day he got to wake up with her, and waking up with her was the best, so really, it didn’t matter as long as she was there.

But he thought there’d be…something.

Despite his protests and insistence, he’d come to anticipate something.

All her extravagance, all of the attention she paid, how she loved to plan and execute and bring joy. How she loved to celebrate. He started to wonder if in her excitement for the convention, she really had forgotten, let it slip her mind. And it was the prospect that Penelope Garcia had forgotten to needle him that was tipping towards turning his world upside down.

Walking deeper into the room, Luke kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks, then loosened the tie and tossed the tan, baggy trench coat of his costume over the back of the lounge chair.

Making his way to the fire place near by, he crouched down to light it, and when success struck, he called through the room “Got your fire going…Do you think we should send for marshmallows?”

Penelope, leaning out from around the bathroom door, considers telling him he’s had her fire going all day, that she’s a toasted marshmallow, but settles on a sighed saccharine “My hero” to get his attention.

Upon hearing her, Luke stood, turning to the sound of her voice. What he saw made his knees buckle, landing on the edge of the lounger.

She’d redone her hair in record time, pinning it up in big fluffy blonde curls like a 60s bombshell. She had one long leg out, curving it around the door frame in an imitation of those vintage cartoon stripteases, thigh and calf and high stiletto rubbing flush against the wall before she comes out, revealing an entirely new outfit. Gathered white silk chiffon clings to her shoulders and swoops across her full breast. She twirls slowly, the fabric of the skirt floating up to tease lavender satin and lace waiting underneath, her hands trailing the curves of her body as she does.

“You are, you know…” she says low and sultry.

All thoughts frozen on the woman before him, he offers only an uncomprehending “What-?” in response.

No matter how often he’s seen her, no matter how often they’ve met like this, his all responds. No matter how many times he’s known her inside and out, turned her inside and out, the sight of this part of her, just for him, takes his breath away.

“…so I thought I’d treat you like one.”

“Like what?” He bubbles a low staggered laugh. Nerves. She’s making him nervous in only the way Penelope Garcia can.

“Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you…” she starts singing velvety and slow. Penelope slinking towards him. Luke watches the whole time, unable to take his eyes off her, not wanting to besides. He knows he must look like an idiot, slack-jawed and nervous dopy smile, he swallows and he can feel his heart thump hard in his chest. For some reason he can’t explain the whole thing is making him uncomfortable but in the best way. An ache breaks out all over, nerve endings exploding with anticipation, needing to see what else she’s planned, what gift this is.

She hadn’t forgotten.

“…happy birthday, Mr.” she pauses, then winks, “-Alvez. Happy birthday to you.”

Penelope, his very own Marilyn, perches on his knee as she finishes, dress rustling under her, “A hero” she answers finally, “…you’re my hero.”

She’s kept up the breathy tone, deep and playful and provocative, but letting the mask slip for just a minute, she frames his face with her hands, whispering, “Happy birthday, my beautiful boy, my Luke” and then, like her approach, she kisses him slow, nails trailing his chest over his wrinkled button-up, the hem of her dress brushing his thigh. Automatically Luke reaches up, fingers knotting in her hair, wanting to pull her in, to kiss her deeper. It was his birthday and the only present he wanted was now in his hands.

But she has other plans. “Ah, ah.” Penelope chides, gently pulling away, “Tonight, because it’s your birthday, and I’m so grateful for you, I’m worshiping at your throne.”

Rising from his lap, Penelope takes a step back, thinking briefly that she was smart for having taken up yoga and pilates during the pandemic, they would definitely be needed…Snapping her fingers, she grins when slow instrumental music starts to play. She’d programmed her phone to respond to the sound and asked staff set up bluetooth speakers before their arrival. One hand skates over and up her chest as the other drags up her leg pulling the hem of her skirt higher, exposing her thigh, her body leisurely snaking to the music.

Luke pushes up to stand, to thread his arms around her and join in her revere, but is met with halting finger tips, Penelope making eye contact, “No touching the dancers, Mr. Alvez. Let your eyes enjoy.”

Her push meets little resistance, a crooked smile flashing back at her, Luke falling complacently into the curve of the chair. He likes it when she calls him that, Mr. Alvez, she has a way of making it sound scolding, like a slap and at the same time dirty and full of promise. Just the way she says it makes him ache with want.

Penelope lets her head fall back and her mouth drop open, a hand ghosting up her neck and through her hair. She plucks out bobbypins that get lost in the rug, long gold waves cascading down her shoulders, hips moving in a tortiously slow figure-eight. Fingers gather up her skirt and tease high up her legs, exposing more skin, almost high enough, but never quite there. Her dress swoops and sways with the movements, throwing shadows to the wall like a dozen dancing Penelopes against the firelight, Luke rubs his palms high on his legs and licks his lips thinking about just the one.

Turning away, Penelope does a wiggling sink to the floor, her hands lifting up a mess of hair as she looks over her shoulder, “Would you?”

“You said no touching the dancers…”

“A quick exception, but if you’d rather your present stay wrapped?”

Luke smirks leaning up to unzip it just enough, fingers brushing skin, a subtle exchange of “There?” and “thank you” traded in small smiles and eyebrow flicks, Luke once again obediently leaning away.

Smoothly, Penelope rises, turning, pulling the zipper down as she does until it reaches its end and she’s standing once again facing him, the straps of her dress just barely holding their place to her body. She does a deep shoulder dip towards him, slipping out one arm and then the other, the dress falling to the floor in a susurrus whoosh revealing underneath, the teasing lavender from earlier.

Luke lets his eyes slowly rove over the expanse of her, softly glowing gold from firelight. She’s standing before him in a strapless lavender bra topped with a large cream satin bow, perfectly hugging and elevating her ample chest. Matching lavender underwear straddles the curve of her hips, eyelash lace running up the middle, dividing her and splitting with her legs- a filthy, un-Marilyn like thing, something he was finding desperately sexy in the moment. Fantasies of fucking her though her underwear, the thought of the sensations that tickling lace running up and down his shaft would bring as he enters her again and again, how easy it was to get to her, how easy it might have been all day…He thinks of the photobooth, her sitting on his lap, his hand resting on her knee under the table at lunch, the elevator, opportunities secretly denied.

A stuck breath escapes seized lungs and his fingers wrap and bite into the bottom of the armrests as Luke’s vision drifts back up to find her expectantly taking in his appraisal. With Penelope wrapped like a gift, topped with a bow, he could think of little else to say, humming a low, agreeing, “Happy birthday to me…”

She grins, starting a passive loop around the chair, leaving his view. His head turns slightly watching her fingers skate along his shoulders and when they get to the nape of his neck, he watches her shadow on the wall. Her nails comb over his scalp drawing out a rush of goosebumps, and his head falls back to catch a heated glimpse of her.

Gentle fingers brush down his cheek and curl around his jaw, and when she’s at his side, Penelope leans back across his lap, hands the only contact to his body. She draws herself up slowly and crosses in front of him, arching over him, lips baiting his but never touching, hips swiveling leisurely to the music, then turns to face away from him sinking to sit back on her heels between his feet. She leans back, her head rolling gently on the chair between his knees, closing her eyes. He watches from above as pale hands massage over the bow on her chest, the swell of her blushing breast rising and falling with her breath, hands that work over her collar, up her neck, through her hair… her thighs rubbing together, her lips parting in a look of pure ecstasy. She’s panting lightly and starts, with a wave of her body, to wash back up him, back to chest. She opens her eyes, softly connecting with his, her hands making their way from her hair to his thighs, his thighs to his sides, his side to his chest, finally looping around his neck, her head landing on his shoulder, her breath washing across his skin, and Luke can’t help but notice somehow, maddeningly, she’s managed to keep all touch from his groin.

Her hands crisscross and she rotates over him, body still writhing and undulating, a knee is brought up beside his thigh, and then the other, Penelope framing him, straddling him, the pressure of her legs against his, her hips sink and brush, but never make contact. Undoing his tie, she takes hold of one end, pulling as she does a rolling backbend, tie and Penelope slipping away from him, towards the fire, her body making shallow waves. He watches, her movements directing his gaze, her breasts pooling as she falls back, the roll of her stomach…hands and fabric caressing her bare thighs…the split of her underwear, Penelope split open in front of him. He sees how wet she’s made herself and is reminded once again, how easy it would be to take her, to leave all this behind and impatiently get to the point. But as if knowing, her hips lift, Penelope shifting to draw herself back up. Gyrating, swaying left and right, Penelope curls over him, satin and skin, her soft, fire-warmed tits in his face, her hands in his hair.

And then Luke’s hands are on Penelope’s hips, breaking the rule, taking hold and bringing her down, her lips drag across his cheek in a whimper as his strong guiding grip grinds her against his zippered erection, Luke moaning, deliciously heavy pressure on her bare clit, slick juice coating his trousers, her body shuddering against his.

Penelope catches herself at the end of the exhale, pushing off his shoulders, pushing off his lap onto shaky legs. “-not yet” She wants to, she wants to simply have at it right here in the chair, to ride him until she’s a panting glistening breathless mess. But that would be selfish. And this was for him, to praise and bestow and make him feel mind-blowingly desired and admired and to make him feel godlike.

It was a quietly kept secret that Luke had usurped her in the caring department, always placing others before himself, often to the point of neglecting his own wants, today being a perfect example. She’d decided it was time he felt what it was to be spoiled.

“But what if I want my gift now?” he asks, lip jutting out of a frown, big, sad, puppy-dog eyes.

The sight of him pouting is almost too much, and she can’t hold back a giggle, “If you really do, I won’t say no…but good things come to those who wait.” She whispers, “Close your eyes” sealing the instruction with a kiss, sinking to her knees between his wide spread. Light, deft fingers move from button to button as her mouth moves from jaw to throat, kissing and sucking, her lips and tongue wrapping warm and wet around his Adam’s apple, suction practiced enough to turn him on, but light enough to avoid leaving marks. With the last button undone, she gently pulls his shirt tails free, hands swooping under fabric and over shoulders to rid him of his shirt.

The garment joining her dress in a rumpled pile on the floor, her hands move back to him, every part of him smoothly crinkled elasticity, gently wrinkling skin coating tender muscle. Up this close they can’t deny their age. This is what, his 48th birthday? Clicking joints and scars, broken noses, and sore backs are starting to take hold, but Luke takes care of himself, has to, she knows, and though this, him, his body is nothing new to her, the act of slowing down, taking him in millimeter by millimeter is. She’d caressed him before, kissed him, stroked the inches of his bare flesh, but often Luke preferred to be the one in this position, down on his knees, feeling her rise to a polished shine. He was a giver, that’s why this was so important, that’s why this gift was special, she wants him to know just how cared for, how loved he is, how high she holds him. She wants him to feel just the way he makes her feel time and time again.

She takes her time moving southward left and right, lips just barely lifting, drifting in wisps from mole to freckle, down the terrain of his pecks and his abs, licking and sucking on warm, soft nipples, finding the little trail of hair above his navel and swirling her tongue down it, kissing the rippling skin above his belly button.

His hands flutter from armrests to shoulders, shadows lightly hovering, flexing, quietly encouraging her. She opens her mouth wide over his navel and drags her teeth closed, pulling just a little, soothing with her tongue, tasting him, feeling the muscles tighten and flutter under her devotion, her fingertips brushing over ribs in ribbon-like swoops. She can hear his breathing becoming heavy and thick above her and the moans he holds back washing into sighs, his hips rocking ever so slightly in time with the music. She’s proud. Of her restraint, of his, that she gets to do this for him, that he’s letting her, that she gets to be the one calling forth his pleasure.

And pleasure it is, every movement a tickle sending blood rushing down to his already throbbing dick, her wet hot lips fat and full on his chest, on his stomach, her fingers drawing lazy, distracting circles, the heavy weight of her satin covered tits slipping over and over, down his cock and up his lap, bobbing and bouncing as she laps lower and lower down his torso, short slick little swipes, getting closer and closer.

When she reaches the point where she’s run out of skin, she suckles at the base of her path, the lowest point on his abs right above his groin, that distinct arrow pointing down, directing… Nerves light up like a string to his cock, so close, suction so good, her hands massaging his thighs…

Luke rubs his feet back and forth on the rug to keep from bucking, his grip tightening on her shoulders, releasing a shuttered breath and murmured plea.

Her fingers move to his waistband undoing the hook, lowering the zipper. He opens his eyes watching. Penelope glances up before reaching down and freeing him, her mouth dropping open and her eyes widening, connecting with his. She’s looking up at him with a shocked and timid expression. She’s hamming it up, he knows. She knows exactly how big he his, but he doesn’t care that it’s an act, visually, physically, it has the same effect.

Licking her lips,

finally, finally,

she licks the tip, salty dew on soft smooth skin. Gradually she licks more, large swathing circles spiral around him until she’s taking him into the heat of her mouth, damp, slippery, plush. She bobs and sucks, her tongue curling and pulsing around the bottom of his cock, hands squeezing the base. She goes deeper and deeper, saliva flooding her mouth, flooding around him, wetly slurping and sucking like she needs him, and god, the suction of her mouth, the pressure of her hands. His tongue peeks out dampening his lips, “-god yes” Luke sighs and groans her name. Pulling back with hollowed cheeks and tight lips, she ducks forward again, sucking down further, relaxing her throat until she takes him all the way, and hums. Luke sucks his teeth and moans above her, biting his lip at the feeling of her snug and hot and wet and vibrating around him, throat muscles constricting, muffled sounds, his fingers clench in her hair sharply pulling, the control it was taking not to let go and release, not to thrust into her mouth over and over, spill himself down her tight throat, he’s so close.

“Pen, if you don’t-” shaky labored voice joins shaky hand as Luke releases his hold to pet her hair. “I’m gonna-” the sentence is pulled tight as muscles contract and hips jolt up. There are beads of moisture at the corners of her eyes, but her head smoothly follows the thrust of his body rocking back, her hands soothing on his legs. She’d tell him to do it, but her mouth is full, so she brushes her thumbs high on his thighs, when he’s settled back down she hums higher, louder, and then touches herself, rubbing her breasts under the bow and moans loudly around him. Warm pleasure ripples like vibration from the head of his cock up through the rest of him, bodily immersed in tingles, balls drawing up, and he can’t hold back. Luke cries out as he comes, Penelope quickly pulling back to suck hard at the silken head, hands gripping and pumping low on his shaft, gummy-soft tongue drawing out his release, swallowing down every drop until she pulls off him with a “pop”

Luke, flush and panting, looks down at her, Penelope wet-eyed peering up at him from her knees, a large thumb clears the saliva from her chin as he draws her up into his lap to kiss her, tasting himself on her tongue. His hands cup her face and burrow in her soft hair, holding her just so, kissing her gently, hands move to lightly massage up and down her back. And lips, full, scruff scraping lips move to her collar, sucking lazily at her shoulder, nipping a path to the blushing pink tissue overflowing her suddenly very constricting bra. She can feel his tongue wedging its way between cup and flesh, nose and teeth working towards some common goal, feeling it when he mumbles into her skin in frustration, making out “fuck it,” just before the bra falls loose between them, coming unclasped, A muffled triumphant sound swathes her breasts, the objects of his struggle now free. Luke’s hand comes between them to pull and fling the ribbon of his gift somewhere far away before joining lips and tongue in a stroking, feasting hold.

Her fingers alternate between tensing and curling at the base of his skull, and surging up through thick waves, her hips mindlessly chase forward, rubbing and grinding to the pulse Luke’s fete delivers. Grateful, devouring gulps punctuate his hunger for her as he switches left to right, rippling tongue and muscular lips enrobing taught nipple and areola, his arms wrapping around her back and to her sides keeping her close, his energy rebuilding with each brush of contact.

Nails zing up his scalp, small gasps and hard swallows float above him, hips crash in waves against him. She’s straddling high up his lap, those fine strands of lace brushing cool, delicious tickles to his bare cock mixing with her heated, slick vulva, the feeling, even without penetration, even better than he'd imagined.

A hard nipple puckers from the shift in temperature as lips switch to the other, she tosses her head back wanting the feel of those lips on hers. Her eyes roll from the light pressure and drag of teeth over stimulated nerves. Head twisting, she catches the erotic shadow theater playing out on the wall, the same one being acted out on her, glittering silver strands of Pan-like curls descending on her. Captivated, she grinds and ruts, watching their merging silhouettes cast large across the room, Penelope mindlessly seeking relief, friction, their likenesses in the throws of divine worship, and she feels him jump and harden again between them.

Grinning wickedly, Penelope adds a dragging lift to her grind, threading herself up and down his shaft, lifting to tease the hood of her clit on the head of his cock, feeling him ready at her actions. Just a bit higher and she can sink onto the whole hardness of him, lovingly hug and milk him from within until he comes again, until she comes around him.

Her movements push him, and all at once he’s done, he needs her, needs to be in her. Not just her mouth on him, not just her lips against him, but deep inside, feeling her drumming pulse, feeling her coming around him. He arches and shimmies his hips, shucking the rest of his clothing to the floor. Mouth now trailing back up, back to find her lips, to capture them, tongue against tongue and flesh against flesh, his hands caressing the ticklish bare skin of her inner thighs.

She smiles against his lips, murmuring, “Glad you finally put on that birthday suit, it looks good.”

Luke pulls away from the kiss, Penelope’s hands coming to sit on his chest, thumbs strumming absently on the bits of hair around his nipples. “Just good?” he asks, eyebrow arching and teasing smile spreading.

She smiles, wanting for some quip, but her expression softens taking in the creases around his eyes, taking pride in the fact that she’s had a hand in putting more than a few there. “It is getting a little thin…” her gaze drifts to a scar on his shoulder, her fingers brushing at the edge, “fraying.” She can feel herself getting sentimental, sad. She needs to snap out of it, now isn’t the time. With a smack to his chest, she brightens.

“oww-”

“But! I’ve always liked old things,” she grins, “and tonight, we are young, tonight, this room is our playground. So, Birthday Boy, where do you want to play? The chair, the rug, the bed…?”

Luke’s eyes fall around the room thinking about the options laid out, each situation fulfilling a unique fantasy, but then his eyes fall on the obelisk outside, firm and proud, the wide open window, the expansive view. All he can think is how he wants her there, to show her off to all of DC, to the heavens above, and the people below, Penelope in rapture at his doing…

His lips press open to the base of her throat, taking advantage of the proximity. “Everywhere, Chica, there’s not a place I don’t want you, but, if you think you’d be open to it, I’d like to show my present off...” slow kiss after another he makes his wish to her skin, fingertips drifting, “take you to that window, fuck you against the glass, share that beautiful face as I help you come undone. I want everyone who walks by to know it’s just for me. And that mine is just for you.”

At the reveal Penelope hesitates, the idea unnerving, unsure how she feels about the act, their jobs…being exposed… but she’s sure about him, how utterly she trusts him, completely, with all of her. Her safety, her security are in his hands, she knows he’d never let anything happen, prevent and protect her with all of him. If this was how she could show him that, then she wanted to do it for him.

Penelope pulls him into a deep kiss, lifting from her spot and taking him with her, consenting. Once standing, she lets him lead, Luke carefully guiding her across the room, their lips never parting for long. Gentile brushes and caress are painted on bare skin as they glide over the rug and to the crystal wall, Luke turning her in his hold, a hand low on her belly and one high across her chest cupping her shoulder, his lips nuzzling up the back of her neck, behind her ear. She leans into him, holding his arm, her eyes drifting shut, feeling him better.

Luke watches her in the reflection of the window, how her jaw drops and her lips part, watches as Penelope disappears into Penelope, her body trapped to herself and him, his hard cock pressing into the silken curve of her underwear, and delivers a sharp bite to her neck, then eases back, opening up space in front of her. His hand leaves her belly letting it make contact with the cold glass, the other moves to warm her tits. Her dripping cunt has left a mark on the window through the split in the lace and Luke swipes at it, collecting some on his fingers to feel her out, rubbing at her pulsing clit. Penelope’s stance widens and her body sinks down and then up, Luke’s fingers pushing past the lace, pushing up into her.

He kisses her neck, lips moving in suction all over her shoulder, her legs falling apart a little more, giving him more room, allowing more space for his hands to work. His thumbprint brushes quick heavy strokes to her swollen clit, satin sheathed thumbnail delivering dampened rhythmic clicks against the glass, index and middle fingers spreading and twisting and thrusting inside her, Luke grinding himself against the smooth fabric separating them, Penelope’s breathing becoming shorter, gasping, Luke switches finger positions, the two coming together as one, long middle finger finding and teasing, rubbing and crooking against the spongy part of her, the part that tickles and drives her wild, he goes faster and faster, her legs squirming and hips jumping but he doesn’t let up. She can feel her muscles constrict in a ball, heavy and low in her belly, her breath light and airy, her tongue whipping out to lick and her head tossing, the rest of her unable to do much else, he’s going to make her cum on his fingers before he gives himself up.

Hard and throbbing between them, hips pulsing and dragging, he watches her. She’s lost in the feeling, the euphoria he’s creating, his skin on hers, his lips on her, the sounds he’s pulling out of her just for him. But she’s watching him in the glass too, how his brow pinches before his mouth descends, his tongue swiping out to lick at his lips, his strong fingers kneading her breast and his hand quickly vanishing and reappearing between her shaking thighs. She’s on the edge, about to cum, when movement outside draws her attention.

Vision coming to focus on the view outside, she sees a group of people walking up the path to the lobby and she can tell when Luke does too. His actions growing light, teeth teasing at the delicate and sensitive joining of her neck and shoulder, his thumb backing off to just barely circle her, fingers slowing to spread and crook inside her again. Penelope whines out at the change in pressure and pace, a sharp frustrated sound reverberating around the room as a damp palm slaps high above her and her eyes squeeze shut momentarily. Her nails scramble and fingers flex and spread on the glass, then streak down only to grab the back of his head holding him to her. Her panted breath fogs the window slightly obscuring the view, but they’re only five floors up so she notices when a man in the group of pedestrians stops, seemingly watching them. She wonders if he can actually see them, if it was her hit that drew his attention, or just the building itself.

Luke keeps up his now teasing strokes, not stopping, though he must see the man too.

She’s spread wide and bare and there’s a man down below very possibly watching what they’re obviously doing.

She thought if it happened, if someone did walk by she’d feel embarrassed, all of her on display, a stranger seeing her naked body, a stranger watching her in such an intimate act. But, she realizes, she doesn’t.

The hand between her legs slides out, pressing firmly up her belly and across her hipline, fingers march in a playful two step down her thigh. “Still ok?” washes in a breathy check-in up her neck.

Penelope turns her head, lips finding his, kiss lingering “Yes.”

Luke cups and rubs at the swell of her thigh before hiking her leg up and over his own, his knee bracing on the translucent barrier in front of them. His hips push into the back of her, his cock threading between them with his rocking sway, lace and skin whispering, crying against him, then slowly, deliberately, he penetrates her, a grunting gratified sigh passing her ear as he settles himself fully. Penelope keens at the tight fill and throb clashing with her own pulse, swallowing thickly, trying not to move, all of her wanting to move. Luke’s hand skates with heavy pressure up her stomach and to her chest, strong hands grabbing and pushing her breasts together, fingers pinching nipples as he pulls them back apart, she jerks, bucking back into him reflexively, her body curling at the touch and swallows a shriek as she forces him deeper, his weighty slow drags matching her slow drag up. Luke grinds into her, bringing her closer to the glass, his lips brush her ear, murmuring “Do you see him Penelope? Watching you? Envying me?”

Her eyes glue to the man outside, heavy breaths pushing up from low inside.

“Do you think he’ll think about you tonight? About seeing you?” Measured and impeding, Luke slowly thrusts in and out of her, sucking soft kisses down the side of her throat.

“Do you think he’ll cum imaging himself fucking you?”

She feels the tickle of eyelashes as he kisses her again, trails the side of her neck with the tip of his nose, soft lower lip dragging after.

“He wants you,”

Another kiss, damp, pulling.

His vision shifts in focus from the man outside to Penelope’s reflection in the glass and back. His arm moves to hold her waist, positioning her to push her tits into the cold window, with every thrust their wrapped legs spread further until they’re flush to it and he continues to drag himself in and out of her, her clit rubbing firm on the icy barrier, the lace of her underwear delivering a million little licks to his shaft with every pull.

“He wants to feel your full. hot. body…” he punctuates with three sharper thrusts before reverting to the dragging pace, “shaking and cuming around him…”

Penelope writhes and whimpers in his hold, her legs quivering and her muscles clenching around his cock, spurred on by his voice.

“Ohhh,” Luke hums, “you like that? Do you want him to?” His hand trails her belly across her hip holding her to him, circling his hips, dragging fuller, longer strokes into her, her swollen clit peeling and sticking to the glass with his oscillations.

Penelope leans back into Luke as much as she can, shaking her head and panting “nu-uh.” and licks at her lips. He can see her brow drawn up in concentration.

“I think you do, I think you like the thought of that. Do you want him?”

It’s not jealous, or possessive, it’s curious, almost reverent. Her throat is dry, and she swallows before breathing out “-no”

He places small kisses behind her ear, moving her hair to one side and continues down the back of her neck, soft lips on the ball of her shoulder, “If not him, then who? Tell me.”

A shiver runs down her spine, her legs trembling in his hold, he continues the beat, measured, long thrusts. “You-” she whines at his fingers suddenly playing against her clit, making it harder to answer “-You” she repeats clearer, louder, her hips push back desperately into his, ass slamming into groin, hands bouncing and slipping on the window, no purchase to be found. She tries to sink lower, to force him to speed up, she wishes he’d speed up, make her cum. She can feel her walls throbbing, hard and quick around him. Needing him.

“Shh, shh, shh…” Luke calms, steadying her, “Will you cum for me?”

“yes. Luke-” she wants to, though she’s not sure she can, needing more, faster than this teasing pace he’s stipulated.

Luke glances down, the man now alone, head pointed high up to them “Even with him watching?” He kisses her flushed cheek and nips at her jaw.

“Yes!”

“Then do it, beautiful girl, cum for me. Show me how devoted you are.” Simultaneously Luke pulls out and thrusts up swiftly, pinching her clit and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Penelope’s surprised squeal melts into a moan, body convulsing, coming hard, her hips try to pitch, but she’s forced immobile against the glass and Luke as soon as she starts. “That’s my beautiful girl, let him see you.” Her moans turn to whimpers, Luke rolling her through one orgasm and into another, her body slippery and hot on the chill glass, her eyes locked on the man below. She feels powerful, and loving, and loved, she feels beautiful and cherished, and she hopes Luke feels that way too.

She thinks that his thrust will be the first of many more, that he’ll speed up, pin her further, cum with her, share himself just like he said, but instead he stops, releasing her.

Pride bursts warm and large inside him, adoring eyes stair down at her; Penelope, his, freely, openly, undeniably. That he can do that to her, for her, that she trusts in him, even like this.

Penelope sucks down steadying breath as Luke pulls out and turns her to face him, taking her lips on his, taking her body gently to his, the heat of his chest warming her glass-chilled breasts, his hands running in loving strokes from arm to waist to hip.

He lowers himself in front of her, sucking a wet path down her breastbone and over her stomach, collecting a thigh and kissing it too, her hands automatically landing on his shoulders. His hands drift lower over calf and ankle removing first one heel, and then the other, Luke, looking up at Penelope, sliding fingers up to hook in the band of her underwear and dragging them down her thighs, slingshotting them across the room. He buries his face in her tangy wetness, nose nuzzling, and long, rough tongue lapping up her juices, Penelope moans quiet and low, a hand resting on his shoulder finding a new place in his hair. He licks and sucks, fingertips brushing the backs of her legs before he gradually rises up again. Kissing her deeply, hooking a leg around himself, lifting her up, impulsively walking them to the desk, placing her on the surface. Luke pulls back, then surges forward kissing her quickly, forehead rocking gently against hers and pulls away again, her legs dropping from around him.

“Is office furniture on our list of approved play equipment?”

Penelope chances a glance to the side, Luke following her gaze, the man now sitting on a bench, head still tilted up. They can see by the angle of his arms that his hands are on his lap, what he’s doing, they can only assume. Luke’s eyes trace the side of her face trying to gage her feeling, “Should we give Tom there another show…or do you want to make this a private event?” he presses a warm kiss to her cheek, waiting.

Penelope turns back to him, arms draping loosely over his shoulders, nails teasing neck, teasing him “Do you know how often I thought about this? About you? And me. My office? Every time you came in there. Every time we were alone…Plus, your dutiful servant hasn’t brought you to finish yet…” She smiles at him deviously, curling her legs around the backs of his to bring him closer, leaning back to drag him down with her, “and you said you wanted everyone to see…how did you put it? That pretty face is just for me.”

Laying her head back, fingertips brushing his jaw and cheek, she parodies, “Oohh, SSA Alvez, what is it now? Do you have files for me? Do you want information? Well, what do you want? -Oh, me? Did you want me like this?” she poses, “Or maybe like this?” she coos, posing again. “Agent that’s such a big file, I don’t think I can manage it-”

Luke’s eyes narrow smirking at the cheesy lines, but there’s a growl that tears at his throat. He’d be lying if he said some of his dreams pre-relationship hadn’t gone exactly like that. Luke’s voice dips, warm and dark, his head dipping with it to her ear, “Penelope Garcia, I already told you, I want you every way you’ll let me.”

She surges up kissing him, loving and adamant. Luke’s cock, hot steal between them, and still slick with her, glides over her wet cunt. Both sigh into the feeling when he pushes himself back in, this time though, his movements aren’t patient or soft. Immediately his hips pull and snap, sharply building up a rhythm with intensity. Her hands skate down his back, thumbs sweeping around to affectionately brush his hipbones and continue their way down to honor firm, round cheeks, hardening and hollowing with each clenching thrust, her hands welcoming him to her, nails digging into the meat of his ass in a relentless back and forth until it’s too much to hold on, letting go to brace above her head instead, gripping at the ledge of the desk, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip with each delicious forceful jolt, distorted keening squeals dampened. Luke arcs over her, inhaling at her chest drawn up and together, licking away the sweat beading there, sucking at and smothering himself in the full mounds of flesh that bounce with each punishing thrust. His movements come fast, rough, hips slapping and pitching, her thighs falling open, legs wrapping around his back, heels brushing and locking, stance widening to receive him deeper. He snarls his exertion, breath hot on her neck, his hands tug at hers, freeing her fingers from their hold on the wood, threading them with his as their hands slam back down to the desk above her, Luke bottoming out with every ram, arms locked, hips snapping.

“Ah- Luke!” Penelope is forced into a crunch, forehead lightly pressing into his chest as she curls into him, lips brushing his sternum, mouth opening in a small silent scream, her body shuddering. He can feel her come, slick walls constricting in strong clenching gasps around his cock, nails biting into the backs of his hands, he continues to thrust into her, fast, unyielding, every hit punctuated by more “aht- aht- ahs-” small yelps and sounds of pleasured pain as she falls back to the desk surface. She’s huffing and gulping, his pubic bone slamming hard against her overstimulated clit, her skin pulling sharply against the lacquered wood, then his hands release hers grasping her hips and hold her to the ledge, desk digging sharply into her ass, position changed. He pitches and pummels faster and faster, hips thrusting and pushing, pumping, slamming against her, into her, pound after pound after pound after pound higher and higher in a rush of sucked breath and lightheadedness, she hears him getting higher, his moans and groans reaching a sopranoing timber, feels him harden and stiffen and swell inside her, feels him drawing up before he comes, gripping his jaw, jerking his head to face the window, she reminds him through broken breath, “Look, show him…that I did this- that you’re cuming for me, that I’m-”

Luke sees his reflection pulling out and plunging into her again and again, his cock glistening with her honey, her legs still trembling around him, Penelope fine and laid out like a treat just for him on this desk, just his. With effort he tears his eyes from them, forcing his vision to go past, and lock on the man, now arching back on the bench, with all that’s left in him Luke increases to a brutal pace, Penelope still tight and hot around him, his toes curl and his feet rise and his calves cramp and his body jolts and arches with the man, his fingers harden, he jerks, freezing, and bellows, coming violently, and then every muscle contracts and kicks him forward over and over and over and over in short tight bursts and all she can do is cling to the desk edge as he strains and moans curving above her.

“yours!” She almost loses the rest of the thought as she cries. Her voice goes out, head twisting to the side, face twisting up, her muscles contracting harshly around his cock, coming again at his final thrust, his slackening jaw and glazed eyes.

Luke releases a breath collapsing onto her breast, her legs fall and his arms immediately scoop up and under her, holding her close, sticky and hot, each regaining their breath, their footing.

They lay like that until their heartbeats have slowed to a regular cadence, until euphoria transitions to drowse, until his legs start to tingle and their vision blurs and the sweat trapped between her back and the wood feels gross and swampy. Penelope tilts her head up, planting a kiss to the crown of his head and combs her fingers through his hair, “So birthday boy, was it good?”

“Mhm,” he agrees, nuzzling his cheek where it rests on her soft chest, then adds, without thinking, “I was starting to think you’d forgotten…”

Wriggling out from under him, pushing him up in a burst of energy, Penelope pitches, “Luke Alvez, I would never!”

Luke stood looking down at her, he can’t contain the dazed smile that pulls at her reaction, that she’s more upset about it than he is, and takes her hands in his tugging her up to join him. “I know, that’s why it was so weird…”

“Well. I wouldn’t. It was a surprise!” She pouts, hurt that he would really think she’d forgotten about him.

“I know.” he says dipping his head to look deeper into her eyes. His hand frames her jaw and his thumb brushes high up on her cheek, his other hand snaking around her waist to draw her with him as he walks backwards toward the bedroom. “Maybe next year, just in case, you tell me happy birthday in the morning…”

Penelope’s eyes crinkle and a mischievous grin replaces her frown, “Oh? You think this is lasting that long huh?”

Luke laughs, stumbling over a discarded heel, “Ice cold! What happened to worshiping at my throne?”

“It’s past midnight- not your birthday anymore, Alvez.”

Luke pulls her closer, bending over her, pulling her up on her tip toes to kiss her as his legs hit the edge of the bed and he falls backward, taking her with him. “Weeell, in that case, I guess it’s back to being my turn.”

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SPECIALS MASTERLIST

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Christmas Ficlist ! - 2023's Christmas Spencer-centric Ficlist

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST -2024's L.A./A.H./S.R. Kinktober masterlist

Birthday's Ficlist - planned !! Will post first fic on any of the cm charecters birthdays! - Penelope Garcia (July 7th), Jason Gideon (June 1st), Aaron Hotchner (Nov 2nd), Spencer Reid (Oct 12th), Derek Morgan (June 6th), Elle Greenway (June 24th), Jennifer "JJ" Jareau (Nov 22nd), Emily Prentiss (x), David Rossi (May 9th), Luke Alvez (x), Matt Simmons (Nov 28th), + if I forgot any !! -Garcia, Prentiss, and Simmons will be given their actors birthdays because I can't find the charecters birthdays. (already inserted to the list)

[lklvz]

Fully shattered I didn’t get a Luke Alvez for my birthday.