“If we get caught I’m blaming you” please and thank you 😊
Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairing: Luke Alvez x Reader Prompt: “If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”
Thanks for the request! I tried to try something a little bit different with this prompt. It’s more of a drabble, so it’s shorter than most of prompt writings. I hope you enjoy it!
“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.” Your voice was a mere whisper as your hands travelled up Luke’s muscular chest, eventually wrapping tightly around his neck.
Luke just grunted in response, too focused on unbuttoning your crisp white blouse to debate allocation of responsibility. You gasped as his mouth dropped to place soft kisses on your chest, his hands dipping to greedily roam your body.
Your eyes fluttered shut as he turned his attentions to your neck, his teeth gently grazing your collarbone as you shivered under his touch.
You opened your mouth to remind him once more about where you were…a supply closet in the BAU. But, your concerns were silenced by his lips. And that was something you would never complain about.
It was a dangerous move, to risk a rendezvous in the office, but you’d both been exchanging heated glances and teasing touches all day. By lunchtime, as staff filed out to take their breaks, Luke had finally caved. He’d firmly grabbed your hand to briskly lead you into the privacy of the tiny closet, eager to finally have his way with you.
You gasped loudly as his hands suddenly grabbed the soft skin on your thighs, lifting you up with complete ease to press you up against the wall. You eagerly hooked your legs around his waist, pulling yourself even closer to the warmth of his body.
At this point, you doubted that either of you would even care if Matt Cruz, the BAU Section Chief himself, walked in on the two of you. In this moment, all that mattered was you and Luke.
Luke pulled away for a moment, looking down at you hungrily as he licked his lips in anticipation.
“I’m I going to have to muffle your moans and gasps Y/N?”
Your breath hitched at his words, your heart racing in excitement at the prospect.
“Remember, we don’t want to get caught.” He chuckled against your neck as he planted teasing kisses there, nibbling gently under your ear as you threw your head back in appreciation.
“Like I said, if we get caught, I’m blaming you.” You murmured as your hands gripped his soft dark curls, tugging his head up to face you head on.
You smiled against his lips as he pulled you into a passionate kiss.
The risk was definitely worth it, if it meant you could participate in office antics with Luke.
He looks around, but the Sunny and their broken off
battleground are both vacant. His crewmen and the Straw Hats are far
away already, probably congratulating each other for their triumph,
No one else saw it happen. No one else knows that Luffy’s —
Subtitle: No one’s going to read this today, but that’s ok, that’s what reblogs are for eh
Sub-subtitle: WHAT AM I DOING POSTING FIC AGAIN I AM A MENACE AND I MUST BE STOPPED
Sorry, this starts pretty abruptly and will be confusing without any context so:
PREVIOUSLY ON THIS TRAINWRECK OF EMOTIONS - The Emperor’s attack on Luke was quite a bit more brutal than what we saw onscreen, driving Anakin to kill Sheev-o with his son’s lightsaber so that he can live long enough to ensure that Luke can make it off the Death Star. He intends to stay behind and die, but of course Luke’s having none of that. With an appropriately schmoopy speech Luke lovingly twists his dad’s arm to come along, until they both have to book it out of there anyway when the docking bay’s atmospheric shields short out. They blast off in Vader’s personal shuttle, and Luke doesn’t bother waiting for the inertial compensator to kick in before gunning it, so he passes out from the g-forces…
I LITERALLY COULDN’T HAVE DONE THIS WITHOUT Y’ALL. I have attacked many of you lovely peeps on my dash as I’ve agonized and torn my hair out and rewritten this disaster like 6 six times over and you’ve been patient enough to read my Google doc and brainstorm and everything aND…*SQUEAK*
SO HERE. HAVE MY FEELS (again). (ಥ﹏ಥ) (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
The air was escaping.
At least, that was Luke’s first conscious thought, in reaction to the faint hissing noise somewhere nearby. His fogged brain conflated the docking bay’s explosive decompression with the idea that a piece of debris might have punched its way through the shuttle’s hull. Alarmed, he tried to move, but his limbs weren’t inclined to follow orders at the moment.
Wherever he was, it was bright, with light passing through his closed eyelids, and he was curled up in a rather awkward position on something curved and pliable with his legs wedged up against another much harder surface, almost as if he’d fallen asleep spilling out of a chair. If he didn’t know any better, he would have sworn he was simply hungover and waking from a very unfortunate nap underneath the Falcon’s gaming table.
A/N: This took a while to write and even though it wasn’t my original intent, I wanted to finish it today because it’s v fluffy and fits in quite nicely with the theme of Valentine’s so… Enjoy! :)
Hermione Granger has made a lot of decisions in her lifetime. There are the stupid decisions, like asking Cormac McClaggen to Slughorn’s Christmas ball in sixth year- but there are also the good decisions, like befriending Ron and Harry after the troll incident in first year.
But this- well, this may just be the hardest decision Hermione Granger has ever had to make.
Staring at Ron’s face- at the freckles that seem to dance across his skin, the eyelashes that sparkle in the dawn, and his lip, just begging to be kissed, she realises that she can’t decide what her favourite feature of his is.
And it’s killing her because she’d always thought she loved his lips the most. Or maybe his freckles. Or his nose.
It’s a dilemma.
Sometimes, Hermione thinks she could spend forever looking at Ron’s face.
The thing is- she needs one part to focus on. She’s read books (quite a lot of books, actually) and couples in books always seem to know what they love most about each other. Come to think of it, it’s almost always the eyes, and even though Hermione loves Ron’s eyes, she also loves his ears, and his chin, and the rest of his face.
How is she supposed to choose just one feature to focus all her affection on when it’s the sum of his features that makes her swoon?
She doesn’t know. And when Hermione doesn’t know something,there’s only one thing to do.
“Ron.” she whispers, shuffling closer to her lover’s side.
Ron doesn’t wake up, but he does mumble in his sleep and turn away from her.
“Ron.” Hermione hisses, only this time it’s accompanied by a shove.
Ron groans and bats her away with one of his hands before continuing to snore loudly.
Hermione sighs. She didn’t want it to have to come to this but…
“Ron! You lazy git, wake up!” She yells, digging her fingers into his sides gently.
The plan works. Ron bolts up, slightly startled, yet laughing and attempting to pry her cold hands from his sensitive hips.
“St.. Stop that.. Hermi- It tickles!”
Hermione smiles in victory before ceasing her attack. She watches with amusement as Ron slumps back down on their bed and raises his eyebrows up at her, as if asking ‘Well? Aren’t you going to join me?’
Hermione laughs and settles herself on top of his outstretched arm.
“You gonna tell me what all that was in aid of?” He asks flirtatiously, planting a soft kiss on her temple sleepily.
She’d been so distracted with Ron that she’d forgotten the reason she’d woke him in the first place.
“I need to know your favourite feature.” She states in a serious manner.
Ron’s brow creases for a second, but then he smiles. “Well, you know I’ve always loved your eyes right? But I suppose I also love your sk-”
“No, no, not my features, yours.” She interrupts, trying (and failing) to hide the blush that’d crept up her cheeks at his words.
Ron blinks. “Oh. Right, erm… I’ve never really thought about it to be honest with you.”
Hermione frowns. “You’ve got to have thought about it a little.”
“Nope, can’t say I have.” Ron shrugs at her, giving her that stupid grin that makes her melt. His mouth, she decides then, his mouth is definitely my favourite.
Ron shifts position and the covers slip around him to reveal bare shoulders smattered with an array of freckles. Ron’s still giving her the grin, and Hermione’s even more frustrated than when she first started this debate in her head, because now his shoulders are also part of the equation?
She sighs at his uncooperative attitude and decides it’s time for more drastic measures. “If you had to have every part of your body removed except for one, which one would you choose?”
Ron’s grin becomes even wider at the absurdity of her sentence, and he nudges further into her side so she can feel every inch of his body against hers. It makes her shiver, despite the warmth he’s practically radiating.
“You’re barmy, you are.” He tells her then, matter of fact. Hermione gives him her best 'serious face’, which only makes him laugh harder.
“Stop laughing at me!” She demands, although she’s giggling too- Ron just has that effect on her. Everything he does is infectious.
Once he’s stopped laughing, Ron turns moderately more serious. “Why are you asking anyway?”
Hermione thinks the answer should be obvious, but Ron doesn’t seem to think the same. So she elaborates. “I don’t know what I like best about you. I don’t know what I’m supposed to love the most.”
Ron frowns. “Do you have to have a favourite?”
“Yes! Everyone has a favourite!” She explains emphatically.
“They do?” Ron asks, and it sounds like a challenge.
“In books they do.”
“In books. This isn’t a book.”
Hermione’s flustered, and Ron’s still wearing that cheesy smirk, and boy, does she want to kiss him right now.
But she can’t. She has a point to prove and a problem to figure out.
“Books are based on true events.” She rebutts.
“Some books.” Ron corrects.
“A few books.”
“The majority of books.”
“The minority of books.“ Ron says, and Hermione pretends to elbow him in the stomach.
"You’re not being very helpful!” She exclaims.
Ron shakes his head and chuckles to himself. Neither of them say anything for a while. “My hands,” he whispers it like a secret into her skin, “I think my hands are my best feature.”
Hermione nods. Fair enough, maybe it hadn’t been the answer she was expecting- but it did make sense. Ron’s hands are quite wonderful, she has to admit. Especially when he uses them as he is doing now- moving gentle fingers slowly down her bare arms, eliciting goosebumps in their wake.
“Why’s that?” Hermione asks quietly, daringly.
Ron doesn’t reply. Instead, he busies himself in the act of trailing light kisses along her collarbone, massaging her hips with large, delicate hands.
Hermione hums in appreciation, entangling her smaller hands through his hair.
Ron brings his head up to meet her eyes and Hermione frowns. “I can’t tell you why I love my hands so much, but I can show you.” he says, and at any other time the sentiment probably would’ve sounded cheesy to her ears- not now though. Now, her cheeks are flushed and when he tells her to lie down she does so without thought.
Afterwards, Hermione decides that yes, his hands are definitely her favourite feature of his. Definitely.
(Well, that’s if you don’t count his mouth. Or his eyes. Or the sound of his voice. Or any other of the numerous things she loves about Ron Weasley.)
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