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Overheard at the BAU

Emily: "I love you"

JJ: "What?"

Emily, panicking: "As a friend. Besties, you know? Sisterhood of the BAU-"

Tara to Luke: "I think we'll be retired when they finally figure out their shit"

Overheard at the BAU

Penelope: "I love all of you!"

*gives JJ and Emily a kiss to the cheek

*gives Derek a very tight hug

*makes a cup of tea for Spencer

*gives Rossi a very expensive bottle of wine

*cooks dinner for Tara

Luke: "...what about me?"

Penelope: "...I love most of you!"

matt and kristy simmon’s relationship is what i want in life.

Let Me Help

Spencer Reid x Reader (smut)

Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much

Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.

A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)

- M xo

(Gif not mine, credit to owner)

Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer. 

Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?

You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.

You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.

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I never really thought about this but you are absolutely right! The directors were simply trying to minimize Spencer’s character by giving him a lot of trauma and a lot of bad relationships. To be honest, he had more chemistry with Hotch than with both of these girls.

Wait what's wrong with Maeve and Maxine 😭😭 and I do agree that there's sm off with Garcia in CME

There’s nothing wrong with them, really. If you like them, then power to you. The show is fictional and so are the characters, and I don’t ever recommend that people care as much about prime-time television writing as I do lmao.

That being said, I have a few complaints about Maeve as a character and Maxine as a partner for Spencer. I’ll put them below because it’s a lot.

For starters, Maeve is an awful geneticist. I’m also confused as to what the hell her job is. If you have an understanding of medical science, you know that absolutely no part of their story makes sense unless Maeve is an awful person.

(For the record, I don’t think the writers understand medical science, so this is probably unintentional.)

We’re introduced to Maeve as the woman who cured Spencer’s headaches. When he explains how she did that, the “magical cure” is, in fact, the equivalent of a multivitamin. Setting aside how unlikely it is that none of Spencer’s doctors could identify a very basic nutritional deficiency, it’s absolutely absurd that Maeve would recommend high doses of vitamins to someone who isn’t her patient.

(Is she even a medical doctor. Do we ever get confirmation? You don’t need to be to be a geneticist. I know because I’ve worked for one.)

That leads to the next question. Why the FUCK did she agree to read someone’s brain scans? You are NOT a radiologist and you’re not a neurologist. You have NO idea what you’re doing.

Now we move into her even more serious ethical violations.

Maeve identifies this man who is desperately seeking care for (what appear to be) psychosomatic symptoms as a result of trauma and stress. Instead of, I don’t know, helping him access psychiatric care he clearly needs, she…

That’s right! She starts dating him!

Maeve is a master manipulator. We see it repeatedly. Every time that Spencer begins to open up to her or offer her any vulnerability, she responds by either mocking the things he enjoys or by suddenly freezing him out. The one extended conversation we see between the two of them, Spencer expresses the desire to get to know her better, and once again offers his very specialized assistance in her exact problem.

What does Maeve do in response? She refuses to answer. The call goes silent, and she immediately proceeds to heavily guilt him while he apologizes in excess. She starts to vocally cry, but then immediately stops when he retracts his feelings.

Then, when he is devastated by being rejected, she tells him that she loves him and hangs up the phone.

What?

Then we get introduced to Bobby—the very recent fiancé that Maeve completely refused to mention. We hear from Maeve’s parents that Bobby was “controlling,” but when we see him, and how he interacts with Maeve… he’s completely normal? In fact, he seems genuinely concerned for her safety.

We have no reason to believe Bobby was ever acting against her best interests. She sure didn’t give a shit what happened to him, though, or else she could’ve helped him (and herself) by simply letting the FBI help her with a very basic and unsophisticated stalker that was identified in like five seconds.

Maeve didn’t want help. Maeve didn’t want Spencer to be cured. She wanted him to be available and rely on her because she was bored. She was lonely and she exploited a sick man for company. She left Bobby because she was worried about his safety. Didn’t give a fuck about Spencer’s, though.

I think Spencer knew that, too. Because even in his fantasy of her, he playfully corrects her just for her to shut him down for “arguing” with her. Because he corrected something she said that was literally just wrong.

So, that’s why I hate her.

(Don’t even get me started on how nothing they did made sense to avoid a stalker. You had Spencer call the same number every week on the same time through the same mechanism. Her number. She never changed her number. How many times does the BAU tell us that routine is a stalker’s best friend? Come on, man.)

Moving on to Maxine.

She’s fine. Really, I don’t have any qualms with who she is as a person except for the fact she’s a teacher who hates her job. You’re telling me this woman who went through school to be an elementary teacher hates children’s art? What?

Also, why are you devaluing children’s art? They’re kids. Are you okay?

The first thing we learn about her is that she’s a teacher, but she hates it because children’s art is lame. So, with a man’s permission (Spencer), she leaves that job to go work for the Smithsonian (Finally! A prestigious enough career for her!).

Setting aside how cringeworthy that notion is, it’s not even the worst part about that storyline.

My problem with her is the way they set up their relationship. Saturday begins with Spencer expressing his (very autistic) concerns about connecting with other people. In response, the psychologist essentially tells him to… just be normal, dude.

That’s when we meet Max, who then spends the rest of their onscreen time together constantly reminding Spencer how fucking weird he is and he should just chill out and be normal.

Pass.

That whole idea of “ommmggg we’re not dating okay it’s super chill and casual 🙄 we’re not dating it’s not even that serious 😒 he’s NOT my boyfriend I don’t want to call him that 😬” is also… not cute. It’s very juvenile and sort of insulting. It always came off to me as her repeatedly saying she doesn’t even really like him that much, she’s just there because the narrative needs her.

Then we get Date Night. What a fucking disaster of an episode. Here, we get to see Cat and Spencer reduced to absolute idiots who randomly believe a basic ass young woman’s super manufactured story about how she murdered someone.

Are you serious? Cat Adams, an actual serial killer, can’t tell when someone isn’t an actual murderer?

SPENCER REID, AN ACTUAL GENIUS AND A DECORATED BEHAVIORAL PROFILER, CAN’T TELL WHEN HIS GIRLFRIEND IS LYING ABOUT BEING A MURDERER?

Of course, we’re meant to believe she’s “just that good,” and also seemingly totally fine under the pressure of her family being kidnapped and potentially murdered.

(Maybe she is a psychopath?)

Her little jokes about Cat as a “mean girl but stabby” are so poorly received in the context of the episode. We have Spencer, still reeling from JJ’s forced confession and the upcoming loss of his mother, lamenting about how he really needs to stop basing his whole identity on the women who love him. Yet, that’s exactly what Max is there for. To be “better than Cat” so he has someone new to attach his mouth to.

(Also, super fucking weird she abandoned her family and kissed him after saying how much he liked kissing Cat, but we’ll move past that.)

Max is a mediocre character and a misogynist’s attempt to make a girlboss. She is also a way for the writers to reinforce that Spencer will only be deserving of love when he stops being so autistic “weird” and learns to just be “normal.”

Spencer frankly deserves better than that. This is why I’ve always loved his love interests like Lila and Austin. They reveled in Spencer’s “weirdness.” They found his real personality charming and cute. They were nice to him because they actually liked him.

So, that’s why I don’t like Maeve and Maxine. Feel free to disagree, but you should probably argue with someone else because I’ve developed my opinion after (too) many rewatches. I don’t see my perspective changing much.

That brings me back to how I started this rant, though. This is a fictional serial television show. It’s not literature to be preserved forever. It’s just our fun little copaganda show, and you can enjoy it however you want! That is your right, and you shouldn’t let me rain on your parade.

Just have fun! That’s what fandom is all about.

penelope garcia in criminal minds : evolution

hello criminal minds fans!... i feel like we don't talk about the mobile game enough?

is it a very mediocre point and click style badge-grinding game? oh absolutely. does the art style somehow make me so happy yet make me unbelievably irritated at the same time? yeah! it isn't even that great of a game!!! it is a 5/10 at BEST! but godddd, some of the unsubs are so intruiging.

AND THERE'S A WHOLE ARC INSIDE OF THIS GAME! the unsub behind the arc is INTERESTING, TOO??????? and it sparks a genuine ethical discussion about crime novels as a whole??? how the victims after each case COPE (which is NOT well)?

also if the game IS canon (i have no clue), then😭😭😭... there's So much lore in this bad boy. especially about the bsu. they threw in so many ocs.

also ALSO i really do like garcia's little shop . its so cute. and the characterization for all of them is so real?? idk if they did it for other characters, but i've gone through the game a couple times and i noticed one of rossi's idle animations is him playing with his ring, and?!!?! my god i love the weird attention to detail. im pretty sure spencer talks with his hands, too.

im probably giving this old mediocre game more credit than it deserves but! theres a full playthrough of it on youtube if you don't wanna spend a couple days grinding for badges😭. i would suggest it, if you're bored and want content!

Okay I was chuckling at them all, but I had to contain myself from waking everyone in my house up when I got to jj’s because that killed me!!!! (No pun intended either, just realized that lol.)

the bau as random pictures in my camera roll (pt. 4)

rossi

spencer

emily back from the "dead"

penelope

matt (and kristy, because matt guzzles i love my wife juice)

hotch

derek

tara

jj, with no hesitation killing the guy who shot penelope

luke

i will remain silent for the sake of digital footprint

SPEAKING MY TRUTH !!

luke alvez i love you sm

Sub Luke is a needy boy

needy

pairing; luke alvez x fem!reader

summary; when luke returns from a case, you can tell that he needs to relax and so you help him.

warnings; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+ pure smut, sub!luke, soft dom!reader, oral (m&f receiving), unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it guys), luke being so so needy

notes; okay, this one-shot has been on my mind for fucking DAYS, like DAYS, i saw this ask like at the start of the week or end of last week, idk and i just had an idea but it has taken me so long to actually write it up, but i wrote it up and fuck, i love it. well, okay, love is a bit of an overstatement, i don't love luke's dialogue bc i'm struggling to get his voice nailed down but i did what i could, also the end is kind of rushed so might get edited at a later date but i can make no promises, i just hope you enjoy my absolutely sluttish thoughts on luke alvez <3

also it's like 3.2k words hehe

masterlist

You hadn’t expected Luke back so early but when you heard the front door close and Roxy bound towards it, you knew he was home. And it was just in time for dinner that you had cooked for the both of you. You had a container ready in case he didn’t make it but knowing that he had made you smile. You glanced over to see him walking through the living room and to the kitchen, Roxy at his side. He had a barely there smile on his face.

“Hi,” You said softly as he walked up behind you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his face in your neck. You leant back against him, stirring the pasta one last time before you covered it with the pan lid again. His hands rested against your stomach as listened to you breathe, feeling the rise and fall of your chest. You stayed quiet, leaning back against him, eyes closed. 

Sometimes he needed to just be with you and you were never going to deny him that.

“Missed you,” He muttered into your skin after a few minutes of silence. You tilted your head to the side slightly, pressing a kiss to the bit of his head you could reach.

“Missed you more,” You responded. He lifted his head up and looked at you. His smile didn’t reach his eyes and his shoulders were tense. He looked wound up and you tilted your head to the side slightly, “Was the case okay?” You asked cautiously. He shrugged. That was a no. 

But, rather than digging into it, you decided to let it go. You wanted him to relax for at least a little bit; so you asked him if he wanted to eat with you. He - obviously - did and so you plated up the meal before the two of you headed to the living room. You put on the TV and you sat and ate.

Roxy lay beside Luke and you felt the tension release in his shoulders the longer the three of you sat there. It was nice, to just be with him for a little bit but you were having some devious thoughts. 

He had been away for nearly a week on cases and you didn’t mind but you knew that he might need some attention. The tension in his shoulders, the tick of his jaw, the twitching of his hands all told you one thing, he was worked up but you wanted to help him relax now he was home. Who were you to deny that?

So, you slowly set your plan in motion. Little touches here and there, kissing his head and snuggling into him a little closer. You didn’t want to push him if he wasn’t up to it but you wanted him to feel loved. 

Eventually, you agreed to head to bed and while Luke went upstairs to take a shower, you put the dishes away and then sat with Roxy for a moment. You mumbled to her about her staying downstairs tonight and kissed her on the head before asking her to go to sleep in the dog bed. She followed orders and you kissed her head again, promising her that she could sleep in your bed in the morning.

Then you headed upstairs where Luke was still in the shower. A smirk spread across your face and you slipped your clothes off as you walked towards the ensuite. You slipped into the shower room and opened the shower door cautiously. Luke glanced back briefly, sending you a half-smile before you stepped inside. If he didn’t want you there, he would have said. So, it was time for your next play.

“Feeling better?” You asked softly as you came up behind him. You wrapped your arms around his torso, resting your head against his shoulder and he leant back into your touch. The tension had returned back to his shoulders but the soft patterns you ran across his stomach seemed to calm him down again.

“You’ve been so busy lately,” You mumbled against his skin, “You work so hard for me and I’m so proud of you, baby,” You whispered in his ear. He shivered against you, feeling your hand slip lower, towards his happy trail, “I need to know if you don’t want this,” You whispered. He was crumbling under your light touches and his eyes fell closed as your hand came to a stop at the bottom of his stomach. He let out a soft groan, “Use your words, baby,” You encouraged. You needed to hear him say it before you did anything.

“I want you,” He confirmed, letting his head fall back. You grinned against his skin and peppered soft kisses against the damp skin of his shoulder. The water was trickling down his front and you thought he looked so handsome. His hair was wet, curls sticking to his forehead and the tension was releasing from his shoulders as you moved your hand down to wrap around his cock.

He was still soft but with a few pumps of your hand, he was fully hard and desperate for you. He bit his lip, holding back a groan that threatened to spill past his lips as you moved your hand further down his cock. Your thumb flicked over the sensitive head, pre-cum leaking across your fingertip and you smirked.

“My pretty boy, you’ve been wanting this all week, haven’t you?” You whispered in his ear, continuing to tease the head of his cock. He nodded his head, letting out a breathy groan as you squeezed the tip. Then you wrapped your hand around his cock, sliding it up and down. The water made the movements slicker and the water against his front only added to the tantalising feelings of pleasure. 

“Couldn’t wait to get home to you,” He admitted as you continued to move your hand, manoeuvring your head to watch yourself, “I missed you so much,” He continued, “Missed your cooking and your laughs, I missed your hands on me,” He rambled. You chuckled softly, surprised that that’s what he was thinking about now. Clearly, you hadn’t broken him enough and so you slipped your hand away and to his hips. You tugged him back.

“Fuck,” He groaned at the loss of contact and let you maneover him so he was resting against the wall of the shower. You then slipped down onto your knees. The shower floor wasn’t the comfiest but you wanted to have him mewling for you. Luke was needy already and you were never going to deny seeing him fall apart for you. You wanted to know that you made him feel good. “Don’t want you thinking about anything but how good I make you feel, okay?” You asked, though it was more of a statement as you looked up at him. He nodded his head and you smirked, leaning forward and licking the underside of his cock. He groaned, his head rested back against the tiles as you used your hand to gently guide him into your mouth. You had missed the stretch of his cock and the moan that escaped his lips when you took him to the hilt. It was something you craved and the way he was crumbling now made it all worth it.

“God, carina. Make me feel good, that’s all I need, just need you, just want you,” He was already devolving into ramblings and you had barely done anything. He must have been really desperate and so rather than teasing him anymore, you quickly got to work. You moved your head up and down, hollowing out your cheeks and using your tongue to run across the veins of his cock.

Every few bobs, you lifted back to pay special attention to the tip. His moans only got louder the quicker you moved and his hands moved to grab something, for purchase but there was nothing. So, you grabbed his hand and dragged it into your hair. He groaned, tugging at your roots as you continued to move up and down. It was everything he had been needing and he quickly devolved into ‘oh, God’s and ‘please’s and ‘you’re so perfect’s and ‘you’re all i need’s and all the tension seemed to finally leave his body as you dragged him closer and closer to the edge.

Every kiss and lick to the tip of his dick and every groan you let out because of his grip on your hair brought him closer. And just as he was about to release, you pulled off. He let out a whine, a goddamn whine and you couldn’t help the smirk that spread on your lips. His eyes fell open as you continued to move your hand up and down his shaft, slowing the pace.

“Carina, don’t tease me,” He begged softly. You looked up at him through your lashes, “Let me be good for you, please, baby, please.” He was desperate to cum and you knew it. His whole body was wound up from being denied but you were going to make it worth it.

“I’m sorry, baby. I just wanted to ask if you wanted to cum down my throat? You’ve been such a good boy, I thought I’d give you the choice. Down my throat, on my chest or inside me, hm? I don’t wanna tease you, baby. I’m sorry for teasing you,” You cooed up at him as you continued your movements. His eyes fell closed at your words, head falling back as he tried to gain some strength.

“I want you on the bed, baby,” He said between groans and you smirked. In all honesty, you’d hope he would say that and you clambered to your feet, giving his tip one last kiss before you pulled his face down to yours. It was the first proper kiss you’d given him since he’d been home and it was fuelled by every passion racing through your bodies. His fingers dug into the skin of your hips, hungry and desperate for any part of you. But you knew you’d get carried away if you weren’t careful and so you pressed your hand against his chest.

“I thought you wanted me on the bed? Come on, let’s get to the bed, hm? Then I can ride you,” You teased playfully. Luke was looking at you with lust-blown eyes, his hair was wet and messy. His hands desperate to paw any part of you, he was so desperate.

You switched the shower off and when you turned back, his hands were on you, dragging you into him. He was desperate, needy, his lips connecting with yours. His fingers gripping your hips as he sloppily kissed you. You were breathless, not expecting how needy he was. His lips trailed from your lips to your neck, licking and biting at the skin. His arms wrapped around you, pressing you against him. His cock was pressed between you and you could feel how hard he was but it didn’t seem to bother him. He just wanted to kiss you, devour every part of your skin and you couldn’t help the soft whines and groans.

“Luke, baby,” Your demanding voice faltered when he nipped at the sensitive spot in your neck. A moan escaped your lips and he moved his hands to paw at your ass, tugging you closer if that was even possible, “Fuck.” You had never seen him so needy before and it was making it hard to think straight. His lips moved from your neck down to your tits and he kissed down the valley between them before he took your nipple between his lips, “Baby, I thought- Oh God,” You tried to argue back but then his lips slipped down to your stomach. He left sloppy, wet kisses across your damp skin before he reached your cunt. His fingers moved to spread your pussy before he attacked your clit. His tongue flicked across it and you keened. Your head thrown back against the wall as you gripped his wet hair, fingers digging into his scalp.

“Oh my- Luke,” You whined as you pressed your head against the tiles, hips canting up into him. As much as you wanted to give him a release, you had never seen him so needy for you. The way his lips sucked on your clit and his tongue flicked over it while his fingers spread you apart as he ate you out like a man starved was something you had never experienced. He had never been this needy for just a taste of you and you didn’t have the strength to deny it.

“Taste so good,” He mumbled against your clit. He licked a strip from your slit to your clit before he took your clit into his mouth again. You were whining, keening, throwing your head back as your legs shook. He noticed how unstable you were and was quick to grab your legs, pulling them over his shoulders as he continued to suck and lick your clit. His thumb rubbing over your clit whenever his lips slipped down to your slit, collecting the slick that was leaking out of you. His thumb moved in rough circles as he looked up at you,

“Am I making you feel good, baby?” He asked, eyes blown wide, desperate for your praise. You nodded your head.

“You’re doing such a good job, baby. Do you want to make me cum?” You asked. He flicked his thumb over your clit, changing direction and you moaned his name, back arching away from the tiles, “You’re gonna make me cum. Be a good boy and do that for me, yeah?” You managed between pants. Luke quickly dove back in, his head between your legs, eating you out like a man starved. His lips on your clit as you keened. Your fingers tugging at his hair as his free hand moved to slip his thumb into your opening. Your walls contracted around him and he groaned.

His thumb crooked inside of you, hitting that spongy spot and between that movement and his lips on your clit, you came. Your head was thrown back as you whined and groaned and keened. You felt boneless as he led you through the orgasm. His lips eventually moving to kiss your inner thigh before he let you down. Your legs were shaky and he slowly stood up, supporting your hip.

“Did that feel good?” He asked, arm wrapped around your waist as he leant down to rest his forehead against yours. You were still panting, desperately trying to grapple any control you had back. Part of you wanted to give into him, you wanted to let him do whatever he wanted to you. Even when he was needy, he was a giver but you needed to grapple control back.

“It did, baby, but this was about you,” You let out after a moment. When you opened your eyes, he was frowning, “Don’t pout, it’s okay,” You insisted as you lifted your hand to his cheek, “You did good but I need to take care of you now, hm? Your cock is weeping for me and I want you to cum inside me, okay?” Your tone was soft but he knew there was no arguing with that. So, he nodded, not bothering to argue.

The two of you finally slipped out of the shower and neither of you really cared that you were dripping water across the bedroom. Luke was worked up and desperate for you so he didn’t care that your wet skin soaked his sheets.

He was more interested in the way you straddled his hips once you’d gotten on the bed. The way your head dipped down to press kisses along his pecs. His fingers dug into your hips, urging you to hurry up. He was so needy, practically begging you to fuck him and after the way he had eaten you out, it was hard to deny it. You had never seen him so needy and desperate for any taste of you. You wanted to savour the moment.

“Carina, please,” He begged softly, tugging at your hair to pull your head up from his chest. He was begging so sweetly and it was hard to resist, “I want to feel you, need to. Do you know how hard it is to be away from you? Please.” You smirked against his chest and you leant forward, kissing him sweetly before you grabbed his dick and lined him up with your entrance.

Considering the lack of prep, he slipped inside relatively easily. Your cum and the arousal from having him between your legs made it much easier and you were quick to bottom out. The whine that escaped you was music to Luke’s ears. Your head threw back as you moved your hands to rest against his chest, using him to support each movement up and down his dick. He couldn’t help the moans and groans that escaped his lips as you picked up speed. The orgasm that he had been denied quickly began to build up again. Every movement brought him closer.

“You’re such a good boy, so patient with me,” You continued to praise as you moved up and down him, leaning closer to his face, “You gonna cum inside me?” You asked as you continued to thrust your hips into him. Luke let out a groan as his head threw back, your hips moving faster against him. He was dangerously close and you knew it, “Come on, Luke. Cum inside me, I wanna feel you. I’ve missed you so much, not been able to cum properly without you. I need you to fill me up, baby, please,” You begged into his ear. You knew that he couldn’t resist it and as his hips twitched upwards into you as his release spilled into you.

You rode him for a minute longer before you were sure that you had bled him dry. Then you settled against his chest, dick softening inside of you as you pressed a kiss to his pec.

“I missed you,” You muttered softly. He moved his hand to thread through your hair, stroking your temple with his thumb.

“I missed you more,” He responded. You grinned, pressing another kiss to his pec before you let yourself settle against him properly. After seeing him so desperate and needy, you didn’t want to separate from him even for a moment. It wasn’t often that he was needy and submissive. Usually, when he got needy, he would be the one coaxing you into it, fucking you until you couldn’t see straight and kissing every inch of your skin. But sometimes you were lucky and you got to take control and hear every needy whimper from his lips as you teased and pleasured him.

“Y’know if you eat me out like that every time I take charge, I might have to do it more often,” You muttered against him, shifting your hips up to move up and down his dick just a little. He groaned at the feeling, “I’ll have to get Emily to send you away for longer. Love when you’re needy for me,” You added. Luke chuckled softly, his eyes falling closed.

“I always need you,” He responded and you hummed in response, “Love everything you do to me,” He mumbled. You grinned and pressed a kiss to his chest before you shuffled up. His dick slipped out of you and you groaned at the loss but then you pressed a slow, soft kiss to his lips.

“Definitely gonna take charge more often,” You muttered. He grinned.

<3

THIS! Some of the best fics I’ve ever read never went into elaborate smut scenes! Hardcore smut definitely has its place but sometimes you just want plot.

I’ll add to this reminder too - a “happily ever after” does NOT always mean pregnancy/children!! Maybe it’s just the fandoms I’ve been reading recently but 9/10 fics end up with the heroine pregnant or having a baby.

FYI it is entirely possible to have a breeding kink and NOT actually ever want children.

I'm trying to prove a point to my brain: Reblog if you think fanfiction does not need sex to be good.

There is a trend I’ve noticed that smut fics tend to be much more popular than anything else and honestly I just want to have something to look at to remind myself and that writing doesn’t have to have sex to be worth putting out into the community.

my gif for my books & some for fun ❤️

(please don’t steal! if use then by credit)

I just can't with this💀💀

This is adorable.

“They [Criminal Minds writers] want to remove the stigma associated with the word disorder. It implies the condition is permanent. Instead, it should be regarded as a treatable injury,” - Criminal Minds writer, Breen Frazier on the topic of Spencer Reid’s P.T.S.S.

I thought this scene was really important. They always talk about the new names for what were once considered “disorders” and this is very common one that I thought more people should see. I never liked calling my mental issue a disorder. And they talk about how you have to make time to get better and that it’s not shameful. I really love this show.

Hotel room

Luke Alvez x autistic spencer reid Luke and Spencer share a hotel room and Spencer kinda has a meltdown Warning: I'm not autistic myself but have autistic friends and based Spencer's actions on their behaviour

Luke and Spencer are forced to share a room in a higher end hotel. Well, forced is the wrong word. Luke was away when the rooms were booked and therefore only 7 rooms were booked and Spencer offered to share. Or, Luke coaxed Spencer into sharing a room, seeing as they've been together for a little over 2 months. As Luke follows in behind him, he sees all of Spencer's belongings around the room, papers and books everywhere. "Excuse me please" Spencer slips into the bathroom. "Mhm" Luke clears his throat. He knows this is gonna be tough, it's not like they've been fighting or anything but Spencer has a need for his own space. Luke sets his own bag down by the bed. Would it be rude to tidy his book and such? Or would it be a nice thing to do?

Luke quietly gathers his books and papers on the small desk. It's already too late when he remembers Spencer doesn't like having his things moved. Shit! Oh damn it he's the worst boyfriend ever. Spencer's now standing beside him, looking tense. "I'm so sorry Spence. I completely forgot" Luke's first instinct is to reach out and offer comfort, but stops himself, not wanting to make Spencer more tense. He's still in his work clothes, not unusual, a button op, a sweater vest and slacks. Spencer's clicking his nails again. A stim he picked op a few wees ago. When Luke first said he was 'clicking his nails' Spencer looked so confused. But he is! Spencer's taking his thumb and clicking it on his other nails. Spencer's doing it with both hands op by his chest. "Um, it's fine, it's fine" He repeats in a mumble and blinks a few more times then normal. Luke gulps, okay, redirect. Redirect the nervous energy away from a meltdown. Luke shakes his head lightly. "It's not"

"Yeah no, it's not" Spencer speaks more loudly, not yelling but loud enough to hear him clearly. "I'm very sorry" Luke repeats, stepping away from the desk, facing Spencer but not looking directly at him. "Can i make it better?" Luke asks, folding his hands in front of himself. Spencer seems nervous, he runs both hands over his face before continuing to click his nails. "Mhmm" Spencer hums in frustration, leg now bouncing. Okay, Luke thinks, a meltdown is coming. "Uh, umm.. Do you have anything cold?" Spencer ask, waving his hands in front of his chest. Luke thinks. Okay cold, waving hands. Spencer wants something cold to hold. Cold, something cold to hold. He'd brought a soda! Down at the store before coming back to the hotel, it's still cold. "I do, I'm gonna get it okay?" Luke says, informing Spencer of his movements. Spencer nods a few times. Luke grabs the unopen and cold can of soda from his bag. He sets it on the desk instead of handing it to him. "This should be cold"

Spencer snatches it from the desk and Luke looks at the floor, letting Spencer know he's not going to force any eye contact or touch. "Can i do anything else?" He asks gently, watching Spencer's feet move across the room to the bed. "Um, can you, uh, I'm sorry Luke" Spencer's voice breaks and he begins to cry quietly. Luke walks to him, siting beside him but not touching him. "There nothing to be sorry for" Luke says, forcing his eyes on his feet. As much as he wants to look at Spencer, he doesn't want to make him more tense. "I, mhmm. I, Hold me? tightly?" Spencer asks, breath hitching. Luke wraps his arms around Spencer's waist, leaving his arms free to stim. "Tighter?" Spencer asks, shallowing hard. Luke does. "Thank you..." Spencer breaths, pressing the soda can to his neck, then face, then rolling it on his arms, down his legs before pressing it to his forehead for a bit.

Luke and Spencer sit there for a while, Luke waiting for Spencer to ask to be let go and Spencer waiting to feel better. "Luke?" Spencer asks, setting the can aside. "Yes?" Luke answers, careful not to alter his hold in any way. "I'm sorry, i just..." Spencer shakes his head. "I'm listening" Luke reasures.

"I know you've stayed at my place before and sharing a space isn't new, it's still new because at my place, it's mine, and i have the final say in where things ago, and here, it's a shared space and I'd already gotten settled and then you move my things and, it's not a big deal but I've had a really overstimulating day and it was just the last thing to tip the tower over" Spencer explains in a rushed voice.

"Okay, i hear you Spence, i hear you. Why don't you leave your things were they were before i came, and I'll find a place for my things if i need it. Sounds good?" Luke asks, still holding him tightly. Spencer nods. "Yeah, I'd like that" He says, nodding again. Luke smiles, okay, that wasn't hard to handle, there was no pacing or hitting anything, just stimming, a cold pressure, and touch. "Hey, deep breath in" Luke coaxes gently. Spencer draws in a deep breath. "Good, hold for 3 seconds" He continues, feeling Spencer's chest rise. "1, 2, 3, and let go" Luke guides gently, watching as Spencer breaths out and he's chest falls. "Good, again?" He asks. Spencer nods. "In" Spencer draws in another breath. "1, 2, 3, and out" Spencer shakes slightly as he breaths out.

"Thank you" Spencer mutters, leaning back into Luke's hold. "Wait, off, get off" Spencer yelps. Luke lets go and sits back. "My clothes, my clothes are, uncomfortable, icky" Spencer shakes his hands slightly before rushing to get his vest off, but his hands are shaking too much to get it off. "Do you want help Honey?" Luke offers. Spencer throws his hands out to his side, panting. "Yes please" He says. "Okay, I'm gonn-" "Please just get it off!" And that's how Spencer ends op in his boxers next to a fully dressed Luke. "Hey, feel my shirt, is it okay? Can it touch you?" Luke asks, offering his arm to Spencer. He brushes his fingers over the fabric before flattening his hand on it. "It's, oh it's nice" Spencer's feeling op his arm and Luke lets him.

Before Luke is fully aware of it. He's on his back on the bed with Spencer laying atop him, feeling his shirt. Luke's got his arms wrapped around him firmly but not tightly as Spencer traces his hands over the soft fabric. "it's cotton right?" Spencer asks, briefly snuggling into Luke's shoulder. Luke thinks for a second. "Yes, it's 90 or 100 procent cotton" Spencer mumbles off a few facts about cotton and some safe fabrics for him. Luke knows them before he even starts, cotton, satin, and slik. Almost every shirt Luke owns is one of those three so that Spencer can snuggle into him. Spencer looks op at him, and Luke almost melts. He's smiling, eyelashes still wet, lips pressed together in a cute smile. "Mhmm?" Luke questions, gently petting his hair. "I love you" Spencer says quietly, Luke smiles. "I love you too Spence" Luke reasures, gently toying with Spencer's hair.

Spencer rests his head on Luke's chest, and Luke grazes a hand down his back. "You okay?" Luke asks, tracing small circles on Spencer's skin. Spencer nods and yawns, snuggling op to his boyfriend. "Tired huh?" Luke asks, still tracing circles on his skin. Spencer nods. Luke debates telling Spencer to move so that he can change over just letting him fall asleep on him and for Luke to sleep in his work clothes. Luke decides he's slept in worse, and let's Spencer settle down for sleep. Luke reaches over and turns off the reading light. Luckily that was the only lightly on in the room.

Spencer snuggles close to Luke's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. "Spence?" Luke murmurs gently, brushing a hand down his hair. Spencer hums lightly. "Is this okay?" Luke asks, continuing to trace small circles on his back. Spencer nods and hums in agreement.

Luke doesn't stay awake for long, neither does Spencer.

Chewelry

Luke knows he saw Reid putting something in his mouth, at first he thought it was a breath mint, but what mints come in a round blue container? None.

They've been together for a few months and well Luke is aware of Spencer's, special behaviour, and the fact that he has an autism assessment in a week. On the next Wednesday. Luke tries his best to susport him and what he needs but it's hard when Spencer won't tell him because he's embarrassed.

Luke get's in the drives seat, glancing and hoping to spot the blue thing. "Ready to head back to the office?"

"Actually, would you mind dropping me at the metro?" Spencer cutches his bag close to himself. Luke's demeanor takes a dive. "Of course Spence, are you sick?"

"No..." Spencer mumbles, rocking back and forth slightly

"Hey, tell me what's wrong" Luke coaxes gently, locking the car so they won't be bothered. Spencer whimpers a bit, bouncing his leg. "I just...need to go home"

"I can drive you home, why would you wanna take the metro?"

"I just, need to be alone"

"Spencer, anything you need to do to feel better, you can do around me" Luke promises. Spencer bounces his leg a bit more, looking uneasy. "Promise?" Spencer grabs for Luke's hand and Luke gives it to him to hold. "Promise Spence" Luke says again, gently squeezing his hand.

Spencer pulls out a chewable necklace and begins to chew. Luke does his best to not react, only starting the car to take Spencer home. Sure it's, unusual. But if it helps, then it helps and that's all that matters. Plus, it's harmless, and a lot of Spencer's other self soothing isn't. Spencer's leg is bouncing restlessly as Luke drives. That in is self is not uncommon, but the fact he isn't rocking, not even slightly, is very different. So the, chew thing, is helping.

"How long have you kept that from me?" Luke tries to stop the question, but it comes out anyway. "A month and fourteen days.." Spencer admits, looking down, the chewable necklace still in his mouth.

"And what just is it cariño?" Luke asks gently, turning down the street to Spencer's apartment. Spencer doesn't answer right away, and Luke doesn't press, maybe he's gone non-verbal again.

"C-chewelry"

"What?"

Spencer whimpers and Luke squeezes lightly his hand "I'm not mad, just confused, i don't know what that is..... Do you need some quite?" Luke half whispers as they drive into Spencer's parking space, the parking space that is basically Luke's now. Spencer makes a light humming noise that Luke takes as a yes. So he shuts op. Helping Spencer out of the car isn't always easy, as his body sometimes just freezes op for hours. Luke smiles as Spencer gets out without a tug or a little reassurance. He simply follows Spencer op into his apartment.

By the time Spencer's gotten into more comfortable clothes and his body feels like his own again, Luke's made his bed op for him to rest. "Come on" Luke gently takes Spencer's arm, leading him into bed. Luke's sure he's worn out by now and while he sometimes thinks he's treating him like a child, Spencer's ever protested to the princess treatment. Spencer slips into bed, the chewelry still tucked away in his mouth. Luke would have thought he'd have given it op by now, but he's doesn't mind. It's actually pretty cute.

Spencer's eyes are half closed, Luke still has no clue why or how Spencer got overwhelmed today, but does it really matter? He'll ask him tomorrow. For now, Luke tucks himself in behind Spencer, holding the extremely tired man in his arms.