#alex blake one shot

[storiesofsvu]

Lunch Hours with Professor Blake

Alex Blake x reader Warnings: language, smut, grinding, light bondage, spanking, punishment, role playing, mommy kink, strap sucking, semi public sex. (and before anyone even thinks of it. no. there will not be a part two. that is why they are called one shots. it's just easier to end fics without a full wrap up sometimes, okay?)

Alex always enjoyed it when you came by campus to drop off lunch or coffee. Somedays it was just coffee mid lecture, where she’d spot you sneaking into the back row until she had a spare moment to thank you quickly before you disappeared. Others it was that she’d forgotten her packed lunch at home, this was especially frequent when she did it the night before, stashed away in the fridge away from seeing eyes.

And then there were days like today.

Days where sure, you had a bag of takeout with you, but you had very ulterior motives, knowing she had a free period after lunch on Thursdays. Days when you would swing the door shut behind you, flicking the lock for assured privacy. Days when you would show up looking utterly adorable, hair loosely curled around your shoulders and a cute little sundress clinging to your frame in all the right places.   

Alex was leant back in her chair, more than well aware that your eyes were doing their best not to linger too much on the bulge in her pants. You were leaning against her desk facing her, her hand softly trailing up the skin of your thigh, daring to sneak under the hem of your dress as she wrapped up a phone call. She twirled the fabric around her fingers, the tips getting higher and higher on your thigh until she finally slid her hand up to the apex between your thighs. She stuttered in her conversation, looking up at you with a curious expression before raising a brow, a gleam evident in her eye when she hung up the phone.

“Darling girl I think you left the house forgetting something.”

“Yeah well you’re the one who left the house with a little extra something. Professor.”

“That isn’t an attitude I’m hearing is it?”

“Of course not mommy.” You feigned a pout and she clicked her tongue, watching the way your eyes dragged down to her lap once again.

“Good. Because I’ve still got some marking to do before I can attend to you. Why don’t you have a seat?”

With a wicked grin on your lips you very eagerly climbed onto her lap, settling your legs on the outside of her hips and let out a happy sigh at the feeling of her cock through her pants on your bare cunt. You nuzzled into the crook of her neck, kissing at her skin softly as her arm wrapped around you.

“Good girl.” She murmured, free hand reaching down to tilt your chin up to her so she could kiss you softly, “you’re welcome to get all hot and bothered but don’t you dare come.”

“Yes mommy.” You nodded, smiling when she kissed you once more, this time her tongue sliding into your mouth, exploring, twirling against your tongue for a moment before her teeth sunk into your lip and you moaned instantly, grinding down onto her cock and the moan shifted into a whine that she chuckled at.

Her hand slid up your back, tangling into your hair and tugging at the roots slightly before directing your face back to the crook of her neck again, her teeth nipping at the skin of your own. You let out a breathy whine, grinding your hips down, a gasp leaving your lips when you clit dragged right along the ridge of her cock. Alex let out a dark chuckle, one hand picking up a pen as she began her work while the other slid down your back, groping at your ass.

“Well?” She asked, spanking at your ass, her hand guiding your hips to roll, your cunt dragging the length of the toy hidden in her pants.

You braced yourself on the chair, your breath hot on her neck as you lazily began to get yourself off.  Alex’s hand snuck under your dress, fingers pinching at the globe of your ass, grabbing tightly and spanking softly every so often to urge you to not stop. She could feel herself getting wetter as you rolled your hips down onto her, the whimpers and breathy moans escaping your lips were going right into her ear and she knew she wouldn’t be able to focus for very long. Your fingers dug into her shoulder, nails indenting her skin through her shirt as your body trembled and she was finally able to toss down her pen after getting through one measly assignment.

“You really like this don’t you? Being a needy little thing while mommy ignores you?”

“More…” You whined and she pinched at your ass, “please Professor Blake.”

“That’s better.” She purred, her hand tangling into your hair once again, pulling you up from the crook of her neck so she could capture your lips in a heated kiss. Her tongue surged into your mouth, swallowing your moans as you continued to rock your hips, dragging your cunt across the length of her cock, clit brushing against it with each roll.

Alex broke free of the kiss, looking up at you with a smirk, your chest was already starting to heave, your eyes barely able to stay open as pleasure tingled through you, your kiss swollen lips parted slightly.

“Oh god…” you whispered.

“So beautiful.” She murmured, her hand sliding up your body between your tits and up your neck before her fingers wrapped around it, squeezing gently and you ground yourself harder on her cock.

Another squeeze to your throat and her hand tickled down to the neckline of your dress, fingers pulling the fabric down to expose your tits. She leant forward, lips wrapping around you, sucking your nipple into her mouth and you groaned, your back arching with pleasure at the sensation. Her tongue flicking over your bud, sucking more of you into her mouth and your hand clutched at the back of her head, a heavy whine in the back of your throat. You could feel your pussy clenching around nothing, shocks vibrating through you with each flick of her tongue, a gasp breaking free of your lips when her fingers copied her ministrations on the opposite side. Your thighs trembled around hers and your body started to shake the way it did right before you were about to come and she pulled away, fingers flicking at one nipple while she blew cool air directly onto the other one and you let out a whine of frustration, pouting down at her.

“Oh don’t look at me like that.” She scolded, grasping your hips and hoisting you up onto her desk, “now let’s see that pretty pussy.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You shifted back onto the desk, tugging the skirt of your dress up around your hips but the distraction of your drenched cunt wasn’t enough for Alex to miss the darkening stain on the front of her pants. She glanced from it, wet and a little creamy, up to you, finding you blushing.

“You little slut.” She tutted, “look at the fucking mess you made. You were touching yourself before you got here weren’t you?” She raised a brow and you and you sheepishly nodded.

“Sorry Professor Blake… just missed you..”

“You’re damn lucky I keep a change of clothes here.” Standing from her chair her hands went to her belt buckle and your eyes dropped to the stain on her pants, your cheeks heating, it was far worse than you’d expected. “Because this is something you can’t clean with that pretty mouth of yours.” The leather of her belt swooshed through her belt loops and you gulped, “turn around and bend over, you deserve this punishment.”

Alex expertly looped the belt back around itself, holding it in one hand now as her other one came to flip up the skirt of your dress to expose your ass as you bent over the desk, fingers already clawing at the wood in anticipation. The leather dragged up your inner thigh then down the other before it teased at your cunt, your juices smearing onto the belt and you whimpered. You felt it smearing your wetness across the cheeks of your ass,

“How many do you think you deserve, hmm? And remember you better be fucking quiet, can’t have us getting caught. What would the other students think? Knowing you like to be a little whore for extra credit?”

“Hmmhm.” You nodded and the belt thwacked gently against your ass.

“Manners.”

“I’ll be quiet, promise Professor.”

“That’s better.”

Her hand smoothed over the supple skin of your ass, the number question had been rhetorical of course, if she had you count out loud you both knew you’d be far too loud considering the setting. She would make you be as loud as possible later, in the privacy of your bedroom. She pinched your ass and your body tensed, knowing that was her warning shot before the belt cracked over your left cheek and you let out a little whimper, your body shaking against the desk.

“Good girl.” She cooed, her hand soothing over the sting momentarily before she hit your other cheek, quickly  jumping back to the first, watching the way you tugged your lower lip into your mouth in an attempt to stifle your moans.

Your skin was prickling, the sting from each of the spanks bringing you higher pleasure than the one before. You wished Alex would go even harder, but knew she couldn’t right now, the noise was too precise, though she did let the final one crack down against your skin at her usual heaviness and you couldn’t help the groan that slipped from your lips. Your pussy was pulsing around nothing, juices dripping down your legs as you ached for her to stuff you full of her cock.

“Please Professor…” You whined, your head turning to look back at her as one of your hands reached back in an attempt to grasp at her arm and she swatted at you with the belt.

“None of that. You were bad darling. You knew you weren’t supposed to touch and now you’ve gone and ruined my pants. You’ve lost the touching privilege.”

In one swift movement she grabbed your wrists in one had, expertly looping the belt around them so they were tied together behind your back, leaving you lying against the desk with a whine. The leather was cool against your burning skin, bringing you down a level despite your cunt pulsing with each touch of Alex’s fingers. You heard her pants unzip and gasped when the tip of her cock trailed through your folds, smearing with your juices.

“You better stay quiet.” She growled the warning right before thrusting her hips, plunging the entirety of the toy into your waiting heat.

“Fuck.” You muttered through gritted teeth, wanting to keep your promise in hopes for a reward later on.

“You can take it; I know you can.” She murmured, her hand grasping the leather between your wrists to yank you back towards her, pulling you down on her cock as she set a rather brutal pace.

Your teeth sunk into your lip, muffled moans breaking through as quietly as you could while she fucked you, rolling her hips with each thrust so that the tip of her cock would hit the spongey spot within you. You wanted to scream, wanted to feel her body on you, wanted to thread your fingers through hers, instead your hands continued to clench and unclench into fists bound by the belt. You could feel the pit burning deep within you growing larger with each thrust of Alex’s hips, fire prickling under your skin and you ached for more.

“S—so close.” You gasped, pleasure surging through you, heat about to break your resolve, “p.. please Professor…”

“Such a good girl you are.” She cooed, nearly panting herself as she fucked you senseless, “doing so good, taking mommy’s cock so deep maybe you’ll get your grade bumped up two levels.”

“More!” You whined, a cry leaving your lips before you managed to bite down on your lip once again, your arms already aching in your bonds.

“Oh, but you’re so close already.” She taunted, her hips rocking into yours as your pussy pulsated around her cock, every ridge rubbing against your walls and you were holding back every noise you craved to make, your thighs beginning to tremble and you knew it if wasn’t for her hold on the belt you would’ve been crashing into the desk. “are you going to come for me, naughty girl, come all over your professor’s cock for a better grade?”

“Mmm.” You groaned, “right— ah, fuck! Right there…”

Alex’s hips thrusted against you once more, deep into your pussy and you were right on the brink, your entire body tingling as your eyes scrunched shut as you ascended to your peak. And then Alex suddenly pulled out, her cock vanishing from your warmth and your eyes shot open, you couldn’t help the tears springing into them as you let out a loud whine.

“I—”

She yanked you up by the belt and your dress fell back down over your naked lower half before she pushed your shoulders, “on your knees.” You did as she asked and her hand wrapped around her cock, “now there is a mess you can clean up if you really want that extra credit.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

Doing your best not to pout you leant forward, your lips wide so she could guide the toy into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around it and you began to bob up and down, tongue swirling around, moaning at the taste of yourself. You sucked, your cheeks hollowing in an attempt to properly clean it off. Alex’s fingers threaded into your hair and you were unsure if she was about to thrust into your throat or was simply guiding you,

“That’s it sweetheart.” She cooed and you realized it was the latter, “such a good little cock slut you are.”

“Mmm.” You moaned around her cock, head bobbing a few more times before you sucked hard and popped off for a proper breath, having barely caught your own since she pulled out of you.  

Alex, satisfied with your work, reached out, her hand caressing your cheek before she softly tugged on your shoulder, effectively pulling you up to standing and turning you around to undo the belt.

“Good girl.” She praised, leaving a kiss on your shoulder as you let out a relieved sigh, finally being able to move your arms again.  She tucked her cock back into her pants, doing them up quickly before dropping into her chair and pulling you into her lap, urging you to nestle into the crook of her neck again while her hands soothed up and down your back. After a few minutes to catch your breath you shifted up so you could kiss her gently.

“That certainly was something else.” You murmured with a giggle and she chuckled, pecking you before leaning back in her chair, her hands gently rubbing at your thighs.

“I’ll say.” She grinned, “think you would’ve just earned yourself the highest grade possible.”

“Shame I graduated twelve years ago.” You teased and she laughed before kissing you again, “can’t believe you didn’t let me come.”

“Oh don’t worry darling.” She pinched at your thigh and you gasped, “I’ll make sure to take perfect care of you once I get home.”

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[supercriminalbean]

It's cold.

Alex Blake x Male!reader.

Summaray: Day three of Whumpcember prompt hypothermia.

Warnings: Almost drowning. Frozen lake. Kid almost drowning.

A/N: I know it's day 4 but it's been a busy two days. So here's day three and say four most likely be posted with day 5 cos I'm outta energy. So love you enjoy.

@whumpcember

Of course the unsub had to push the kid into the Icy lake. You didn't even second guess it, you jump straight into the lake as the unsub makes his escape. The water is cold and the pressure pulls you under as you fight against

the current to grab the kid. Your hand grips the kid tightly, as you swim towards the surface. Half the surface is still covered in a thin layer of ice, you fight hard to find an open space. Finally you reach the surface, gasping for air as you hold the kid against you. She's breathing crying softly into your chest as you stroke her hair. You look back at the land, you're somehow further out than you thought, you can see your team standing there watching you. You swim quickly but carefully over to them, shaking in the freezing cold water.

~~~

Eventually you reach your team, Morgan and Hotch meeting you in the water to help grab the kid and help bring you to safety. The medics have already arrived, warming blankets already being thrown over the little girl. Alex wraps her arms around you, trying to pull a blanket over your shoulders.

"N no, A Alex I'm f fine, she n needs them more" You argue through shattering teeth.

"Don't argue with me, she has enough we need to warm you up" Alex argues against you, wrapping the blanket tightly around your shoulders. The look she gives you makes you go quite, leaning into her enjoying her warmth.

"We need to get you warm, come on mister" She smiles softly, wrapping her arm around you as she leads you to the ambulance.

~~~

You are on your way back to the hotel, the medics declared you don't need to go to the hospital. The rest of the team are still processing the scene and paperwork, Hotch order you to get home and get warm. Alex was quick to volunteer to take you back, wanting to make sure you're going to be okay.

"Are you warm enough?" Alex ask glancing at you, seeing you rubbing your hands together in front of the heater.

"Getting there, but I need a shower when we get back" Shivering softly as your body starts warming up.

"I'll turn the heater on, and I'll find you some more blankets to" Alex comments remembering the thin blankets the hotel has.

"You know" Smirking at Alex, "Body heat is more effective"

"Is that way of saying you want me in your bed tonight" Alex can't help but laugh, her sweet laughter filling up the car.

"Well it would keep me warm, plus you run hot" Your smile grows as you listen to her laughter, your heart skipping a few beats.

"Well I guess I could keep my boyfriend warm tonight" Alex laughs softky watching your cheeky smile grow.

"Well if you want me to keep me warm you could--" Before you could finish your sentence Alex is quick to slap you playfully on the arm.

"Behave"

"Yes ma'am"

~~~

You take a long, hot shower, enjoying your body coming back to life. You pull some dry clothes on as you leave the bathroom, smiling as you see your girlfriend already snuggled into bed.

"You don't want to shower?" You ask as you hang up your towel.

"No, I think cuddles sound better" She smiles up at you before reaching her arms towards you. Laughing softly you climb into bed beside her, pulling her into your arms.

"Oh so much better" You mumble into her hair, enjoying her body heat.

"You seem to have warmed up" She comment snuggling into your arms.

"Definitely, expect my lips are still cold" Chuckling softly as you look down meeting her love full eyes.

"Let me warm them up then" She smirks as you lean down capturing her lips with yours. The kiss is sweet and loving, it doesn't last long when you two pull away.

"Much better thank you" You smile, running your hand through her hair.

"You need to get some rest, my love" Alex mumbles, closing her eyes.

"You too, I love you, Alex"

"I love you to sweets" Alex smiles opening her eyes as she watches you fall asleep.

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[gamma-rae-bursts]

We Found Love Right Where We Are

The 5 times the BAU team had their suspicions and the 1 time you confirmed them.

Pairing: Alex Blake x Fem! Reader

Warnings: slight alcohol consumption, mentions of sex

Genre: Fluffy One-Shot

Word Count: 3500+

A/N: Written for @nightmarish-fae ❤️ my best simping bud that always fuels my obsession with CM ladies. I will also forever stand by the soft Alex Blake headcanon.

It wasn’t love at first sight. Both you and Alex took your time to acknowledge the feelings you’ve developed for one another, and it took you even longer to admit them.

When she first joined the team, you thought nothing of it, after all why would you. And it wasn’t until months later that you finally admitted to yourself that you had a hopeless crush on the linguist. It was the way she spoke that gave you butterflies, the way she walked with such grace you’ve never seen before, every little detail about her started to seem absolutely perfect. But you didn’t say anything, you didn’t want to risk being rejected but most importantly, ruin the friendship the two of you have formed over the months.

And neither did she. It wasn’t until after one of the frequent movie nights at Alex’s place, when both of you had one too many glasses of wine to keep your mouths shut and you’ve finally admitted how you truly felt.

And it was perfect ever since, the two of you worked together in such harmony, understood one another like nobody else. At the very beginning you and Alex decided not to tell the team, you didn’t want to make it awkward for anyone in case you didn’t work out in the end. And above all, you didn’t want to hear Morgan’s snarky remarks at every point of your workdays. You were happy to keep it as a little secret, you knew how much Alex has valued her privacy as well as separating her personal life from her work life. You just happened to be a part of both.

5. Can’t keep my eyes off of you

You were sat at your desk, desperately trying to get any work done. It was one of the paperwork days for the BAU and as glad as you were that there were no psychopaths running around and murdering people, you couldn’t help but hope for some excitement to be added to your otherwise boring workday.

Your phone buzzed on the desk, driving your attention away from the file you’ve been working on. You saw Alex’s name across your lock screen and couldn’t help the smile that creeped on your face.

Alex: Darling, if you don’t stop looking at me like that every 5 minutes the team will start getting suspicious.

You must admit, it had become increasingly harder and harder to keep your eyes off of the gorgeous linguist, especially when her desk was right across from yours. Alex was completely aware of that, sometimes purposefully leaving extra buttons of her shirt undone, knowing exactly how crazy it drove you during work.

You started typing your message to reply to the older woman when you saw Morgan heading towards your desk.

“What was that about?” the man questioned with a curious smile, slightly raising his eyebrows.

“Huh? What was what about?” you said raising your eyebrows as well. Being surrounded by a team of exceptionally talented profilers had its downsides, being in situations like this must be on the top of the list.

“Oh, come on y/n!” Derek exclaimed “I saw that smile when you looked at your phone, is there anything you’re not telling us about?! Or more like anyone?”

“What no!” you said and nervously chuckled, the way in which Morgan looked at you made all your hopes of seamlessly getting out of this situation disappear, but you didn’t want to give in just yet, not without talking to Alex first. “It was just a cute cat picture my friend sent to me” you said as you stood up from your desk grabbing your mug and started walking towards the coffee machine.

“Mhm, friend…” he added with a chuckle and a shake of his head as you left the bullpen.

4. Clothes

“You look better in my clothes than I do” Alex whispered to you as the two of you exited the elevator and started heading to the bullpen.

“You better hope nobody notices, or it’ll be over for us” you whispered back, slight smirk on your face. You were, in fact, wearing an outfit that majorly consisted of Alex’s clothes, the only item that belonged to you were the shoes, which you have also worn on the previous day. The two of you have gone out on a little date the night before, which didn’t happen frequently considering the unpredictable nature of your jobs. The date has, unsurprisingly, ended in Alex’s apartment where you’ve stayed the night.

“Morning Everyone!” you hear Penelope’s high pitched voice roam through the bullpen as you enter.” Don’t get all too comfortable, we have a case!”

As everyone headed into the conference room Penelope stopped you before you managed to take a single step, with a big smile on her face.

“I know that shirt from somewhere” the eccentric blonde said, giving you that look of ‘I know what you’re up to’.

“What do you mean?”  you replied, trying to keep the expression on your face unchanged, slightly confused as if you had indeed no idea what she was talking about. You put in your best efforts trying to mask the inner panic this interaction has caused.

“I’ve seen Blake wearing it last week, and I know it was this exact shirt because it took me by surprise, it’s not something she would usually wear!” Penelope said, looking straight into your eyes, waiting for you to give in.

“Oh, we might have the same shirts then” you said, trying to mask the anxiety that almost caused you to shake “I guess it’s not as original as I thought it was when I bought it” you finished the sentence with a gentle smile, really hoping Penelope bought the horrible lie you came up with.

The two of you then headed to the conference room together and all you could hope was that Penelope could get the hint and not tell every other agent about the interaction you’ve just had.

3. Date

You didn’t get the chance to go out together often, either because you were away on cases, loaded with paperwork or so exhausted from the workload that all you wanted was to stay in your house. This week was different. There weren’t any cases that would cause you to leave the city and each team member was fully caught up on the paperwork. This was a perfect time for you and Alex to finally spend some quality time together. You knew Penelope planned a girls’ night for the evening, but both of you made up some excuses as to why you couldn’t come.

You told Alex you would pick her up at 5pm. You didn’t plan anything too fancy; you were completely aware this was not Alex’s scene and even less yours. Instead, you decided to take your girlfriend to one of the biggest bookstores in the area. After all she was a linguist with borderline unhealthy obsession about books. But you didn’t mind it at all. You loved how consumed by reading she got every evening; with how much passion she spoke about her favourite authors and how much she knew about every single one. This woman was truly amazing, and you adored every single aspect that made her, her.

***

“So where are we going?” Alex questioned with a soft smile as she got into your car.

“My word still stands, you’ll find out when we get there” you answered with a smile and pressed a gentle kiss to her cheek, trying to transfer as little of your lip gloss onto her skin as possible.

The drive was peaceful filled with silence between you two, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Alex was in charge of the music so the whole way there you listened to Beethoven’s symphony no. 5. Her taste in music, although being the complete opposite of yours, was one of the things you adored about the woman.

When you got to the parking lot right across the bookstore you saw the way Alex’s eyes lit up. And this was all you could ever ask for.

“Come on, you can tell me all about your favourite books and authors and I’m paying for all the books you want!” you said with a huge smile that matched the one spread across Alex’s face “And after we go through the whole 3 floors, I’m taking you out for dinner.”

“You’re too sweet to me y/n/n” the brunette said softly, after which she proceeded to leave a gentle yet passionate kiss on your lips “I’m so excited for this!”

***

As you expected the bookstore was a huge hit. You and Alex spent a little over 3 hours wandering between the bookshelves, stopping at every single one to see what it had to offer. Alex told you a little about every book she picked up, about its origin, the author and how much of a historical impact it had. And you enjoyed every last second of it. There was something so special about seeing her fully in her element, something that made you truly happy.

You left the bookstore with a few books to add to Alex’s ever-growing collection. When you got to the restaurant you picked out, the conversation about books and linguistics continued. That was until you noticed JJ and Penelope heading into the same restaurant you and Alex were sitting in. And it was too late, before you could make up any sort of an escape plan the two women noticed you and your girlfriend. The good thing was that you managed to let go of each other’s hands before either of them noticed.

“Oh my God! y/n! Alex! What are you two doing here!” JJ exclaimed. You could tell from the way she was speaking that she was as least tipsy, borderline drunk. You could only hope that Penelope matched her level.

“You said you were busy and couldn’t make it tonight!” Penelope said with a pout “What the hell is this then!”

“Oh, it’s nothing, me and y/n bumped into each other after we’ve finished running the errands and decided to grab some dinner together” Alex answered. You really hoped the two agents were too drunk to properly put the two and two together.

“Ah, I see! Well, it’s not too late to join the girls’ night now ladies!” Penelope exclaimed “Come on we're going to the club!”

This one was too close.

2. Hickey

“It’s nothing, I burned myself with a curling iron a few days ago” Alex said with a sigh, trying to convince Morgan, silently hoping he wouldn’t make a big deal out of this. Unfortunately for the two of you he didn’t buy the crappy excuse Alex came up with.

“I don’t know Blake, it looks like a hickey to me” you overheard Morgan say with a grin plastered across his face.

The night before was eventful to say the least. You and Alex decided to stay at her apartment, cook dinner together and watch your favourite TV show. It goes without saying that the latter part did not go to plan, which neither of you complained about. You didn’t have time to yourselves for the past three weeks, as there was a case after another during which you were paired in a room with JJ and Alex with Reid. At the time neither of you wanted to risk anybody suspecting something, or even worse, finding out about your relationship. After one too many glasses of wine you could not keep your hands to yourself, ending the evening in Alex’s bedroom. The longing for her touch had become too much at that point. When you woke up in the morning you could see the results of the previous night’s activities on Alex’s neck.

“Looks like our Dr Blake is getting some guys!” Morgan exclaimed grabbing the attention of the team. Garcia and JJ, of course, joined him at the linguist’s desk. You decided to join the group to not seem any more suspicious than you already were, Spencer joined shortly after you. At this points the only team members not gathered around the desk were Rossi and Hotch, both of which were in their offices. You didn’t doubt they too would join the interrogation if they were made aware of it.

“I need to know everything now!” Garcia said staring right into the older woman’s’ soul.

“There is nothing to know Penelope, as I said I burned myself with a curling iron” Alex tried to convince the agents again.

“You know statistically speaking people who have sex on a regular basis are happier than people who don’t. This is due to the release of the hormone oxytocin during orgasms.” Spencer added causing Alex to roll her eyes.

“Come on everyone” you all turned your heads to Hotch, who was standing right outside his office “We have a case.”

Both you and Alex released a sigh of a relief, thanking any higher power for the perfect timing of Hotch’s announcement.

1. Slip up

During the lunch break you, Alex and Spencer decided to head out to a new café that was opened just a little over a week prior. It was conveniently located right outside your workplace.

As each of you ordered your meals, you enjoyed listening to the two of them discussing linguistic concepts you had absolutely no idea about. Over the months you’ve learned a few things from Alex, but you were far from the point where you would be able to join in on their conversation with any of your own input.

The two of them were now discussing human capability of producing sounds, which just happened to be the topic of the conversation you’ve had with the linguist the day before. You’ve always been interested in language, it just so happened that your life led you in the completely opposite direction resulting in you having a wider scientific knowledge rather than anything to do with your lover’s field. Nevertheless, the desire to contribute to the conversation between Alex and Spencer was greater than the embarrassment caused by your limited knowledge on the subject, so you decided to join in.

“And by meaningful sounds you mean, taking English as an example, the letters P and B produce sounds that allow us to form different words, like pat and bat or pet and bet, right?” you said as you looked up at the pair of agents sitting across from you.

“Yes, I would think so” Spencer said, with a confused but impressed look on his face “How did you know that y/n?”

“Well, just like last night Alex said…” you stopped yourself before you could finish the sentence, realising the huge slip up that fell from your lips. Alex looked back at you with eyes wide open.

“Last night?” the boy genius questioned with a raised eyebrow “What were you two doing together last night?”

“y/n stopped at mine last night to pick up some books I’ve talked about before, she said she would like to give them a go” Alex quickly answered Spencer’s question, causing you to silently sigh in relief.

0. Karaoke Night

Late night conversations with Alex weren’t uncommon, the job took its toll on both of you causing occasional insomnia. Other than that, you wanted to spend as much time with your girlfriend as possible, even if it meant sacrificing your sleep for it. You would lie if you said you didn’t enjoy the chats the two of you had, talking about the meaning of life, where your life was heading or the existence itself. You loved hearing Alex elaborate on all of the above, carefully listening to all her thoughts, everything and anything she had to say.

This night was no different, you were snuggled together in your bed, your head resting on the older woman’s chest and her hand making small circles on your back.

“I think I’m ready to tell the team” Alex whispered and placed a gentle kiss on your head. “I want them all to know how happy you make me.”

You raised your head to look her in the eyes “Are you sure honey?” you whispered back.

“Yes, I want everyone to know that you’re my girlfriend, I want to finally be able to hold your hand on our way to the office and show up in one car without being scared someone will suspect something” she said sternly, yet gently and smiled at you.

 You pressed a soft kiss on her lips, but you couldn’t help the smile that creeped onto your face as you did so. “I’d like that too”.

***

Penelope’s ‘Team Bonding Policy’ included an obligatory monthly night out for the whole of the BAU. This month’s activity took place at the bar frequented by all of you, everyone was enthusiastic about this as it wasn’t too far out of anyone’s comfort zone. What Penelope forgot to mention was that this was a Karaoke Night.

This didn’t stop the team from having fun, Morgan flirting with all the girls by the bar, Penelope and JJ dancing together like there was no tomorrow. Rossi and Hotch were sat together discussing the Italian man’s all previous marriages. Even Spencer found himself someone to impress with his magic tricks. You and Alex were still sat at the table talking about everything and anything. At that point of the evening everyone had had a few drinks, you included. You were by no means drunk, tipsy at most. That’s when you decided that this will be the night the team officially finds out about your relationship.

You leaned closer to your girlfriend, cupping her face in your hands when you pressed a passionate kiss to her lips. Alex sighed in surprise. “I’m going to sing the cheesiest love song for you” you said and quickly ran away from the woman before she could react in any way, leaving her speechless.

A few minutes later you appeared on the stage, holding the microphone. It would be an understatement to say that the agents were surprised to see you there.

The music of ‘Thinking out Loud’ by Ed Sheeran began to play and you started to sing, looking right into the eyes of the love of your life.

When your legs don't work like they used to before And I can't sweep you off of your feet Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks

And darling I will be loving you 'til we're 70 And baby my heart could still fall as hard at 23 And I'm thinking 'bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways Maybe just the touch of a hand Oh me I fall in love with you every single day And I just wanna tell you I am

A soft smile spread across Alex’s face as she looked at you from where the two of you were sitting before. You kept the eye contact as you sang every word, hitting every note of the song perfectly.

So honey now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud Maybe we found love right where we are

When my hair's all but gone and my memory fades And the crowds don't remember my name When my hands don't play the strings the same way, mm I know you will still love me the same

'Cause honey your soul can never grow old, it's evergreen Baby your smile's forever in my mind and memory

This was the point where all the agents noticed the non-stopping eye contact you and Alex have shared, the soft smiles you sent her between lines of the song. You didn’t care about the confused looks each and every one of them have sent you, Alex was all that mattered in that moment. The brunette slowly stood up from the table and started heading towards the stage, where you continued singing for her.

But baby now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud That maybe we found love right where we are, oh

So baby now Take me into your loving arms Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars Oh darling, place your head on my beating heart I'm thinking out loud That maybe we found love right where we are

What came as an even bigger surprise to everyone was the moment Alex joined you on the stage. Although she didn’t sing with you, you were perfectly content with the turn of events. You wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled and older woman closer to you.

Oh baby, we found love right where we are And we found love right where we are

She didn’t hesitate to kiss you in front of everyone and you immediately reciprocated the gesture. The team started cheering from where they were sat, and you heard Penelope and Morgan yell “I knew it” at the exact same time making both of you giggle into the kiss.

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[statelysapphic]

Made for Me

Alex Blake x Reader

Summary: After risking your life to save a victim, Alex shows you the comfort you need. Soulmate AU. Covers a square for @prentiss-theorem’s bingo!

Warnings: Typical BAU case talk, mentions of violence. Hurt/comfort. Slight angst.

A/N: I just thought Alex Blake deserved her own Soulmate AU, so I wrote one. I’d absolutely love to know what yinz think because I got SO carried away while writing this. But, I am happy with how it turned out. As always, feedback is always appreciated! Thank you<3

Word Count: 3k

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“What were you thinking?” Hotch gritted through his teeth, clearly trying not to lose his temper entirely. You knew he was more frustrated than angry, and you supposed he had every right to be. Instead of heading back to the precinct to wrap up an excruciating case, you were sitting on the back bumper of an ambulance, nursing a fresh oxygen tank, drenched and freezing. “Well?”

“Oh, that wasn’t rhetorical?” You quipped, moving the mask away from your face. “Figured it was a nice evening for a swim,” dripping in sarcasm.

“This isn’t the time.” Hotch snapped, rolled his eyes, and shot you a stern look. You weren’t having it, though, wishing until you were at least dry to reprimand you. You looked at him, disgust washing over you.

“Well, I was thinking about the unconscious, tied-up, redhead Nichols tossed off the dock, when none of the women in the county missing reports had red hair! He abducted her this morning, Hotch, she hadn’t even been missing long enough to file a report!”

“You unnecessarily risked your own life to ‘rescue’ a dead body from fourty degree water,” he barks back, not thrilled with your response. “The ME said she won’t be able to verify it until the autopsy, but she’s almost certain the victim was dead before she hit the water. Your decision was reckless and uncalc-”

“And what if she hadn’t been?” You interrupt. “What if she had still been alive and she drowned, huh? What then?” You knew you shouldn’t have been pushing his buttons like you were, but then again, he came in swinging. “I watched him toss her in the river and reach for his gun, Blake and I fired, and when he went down, I dove in after her. You may disagree, but I would do it again without hesitation.” You stood firm, reminding him that you were not the inexperienced agent you once were.

“I’d rather have river rescue only looking for one body as opposed to two. Get some rest. Wheels up at 8.”

You watched Hotch as he walked away and stopped to talk to Alex. Alex. She witnessed everything. She was still somewhat new on the team, but the two of you clicked instantly. You could listen to her talk about everything and nothing, for hours on end, and be simply enthralled every second. And though she was older than you, you had a lot of mutual interests. You also thought she was beautiful. For a moment, you wondered if she could be your soulmate, but that thought was quickly forgotten when you reminded yourself that she was married, and that almost no one actually finds their soul mate. You knew you weren’t lucky enough to be the one in a million. Besides, you and Alex had been working in tandem for the past month, and though you can’t recall specifics, you’re certain the two of you have touched at some point in passing, and you lacked a soulmark.

Dylan Nichols, the unsub, had been one of the lucky ones. His luck, however, ran out when his soulmate had an affair, left him, married the other man a few months later, and moved to Prague. Heartbroken and enraged, Nichols began abducting and murdering surrogates. Six of his seven victims had similar physical features to his estranged soulmate. The seventh woman, Anna, fell victim to his very rapid and extreme escalation. It was an exhausting case, and though you don’t enjoy having to play the role of executioner, you knew this was probably the best outcome.

“You look cold,” Alex said, catching your attention and breaking your train of thought, raking her eyes over your visibly shivering figure. Without another word, she held up a blanket, unfolded it, and wrapped it around your shoulders. “Here, I found this in the back of the SUV. It won’t dry your clothes, but it should help keep the wind off you until we get back to the hotel.” She smoothed out the blanket where it was lying on your shoulders, allowing her hands to linger for just a moment. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t struck with terror when you jumped into the river to save the victim. Even though it was spring, the water temperature was still near freezing. It was close to midnight if that hadn’t been enough, meaning the ordinarily murky water was pitch black.

“Thanks,” you said, grinning, trying not to focus too hard on Alex’s lingering hands. She was gentle, but firm. Possessive, almost. You examined her face as she took a seat beside you. She was trying to hide the worry, but you could see right through her. “You think I’m an idiot, don’t you?” You asked, preparing for her to lecture you just like Hotch.

“I think your dedication to your job is admirable,” she said, her gentle tone did not falter, “Just don’t make a habit of scaring me like that, okay?” She grinned, one hand still on your shoulder. Whether or not Alex would admit it, the physical contact was grounding her after the intense showdown with the unsub. She cared about you, she reminded herself that you were okay. “I’m going to go start the SUV, get it warmed up for you. Finish up with the paramedics and we can head back to the hotel.”

“You’re too good to me, Blake,” your chuckled, cracking a small grin, “Thank you, seriously. I’ll be there soon.” She smiled at you for a few seconds longer before she stood up and made her way to the car. You smiled as you covered your face with the oxygen mask, thinking only of the warm SUV (and Alex Blake) that awaited you.

~

The paramedics released you shortly thereafter. Alex drove you back to the hotel, but not before she stopped at the convenience store a few blocks away. You had been so lost in your own thoughts that you hadn’t realized you stopped. You didn’t even realize the car was in park until Alex closed her car door and walked into the store without a word. When Alex returned, she placed two small, styrofoam cups in your respective cup holders.

“What’s this?” You asked, picking up the cup and soaking in its warmth.

“I figured we could use some hot chocolate. You especially. It’s shitty convenience store hot chocolate, but it’s what I have to offer at the moment,” she said, “When we get back to Virginia, I’ll make you the best coco you’ve ever had.”

“Be careful, Blake,” you joked, “You may end up stuck with me at this rate. Thank you, I didn’t realize you were a world class hot chocolate chef.” Not that that was the worst thought in the world, spending the rest of your days with Alex. You imagined they would be filled with domesticity: Sunday grocery store trips, evenings in bed reading the same book (you’d buy two copies, of course) and comparing notes along the way, and people watching on the front porch together while you had your morning coffee. It felt easy, existing with Alex. She brought you a peace that only existed with her, and it was unlike anything you had ever known. Such a stark contrast from the day to day chaos of your job.

“You think I’d mind?” She asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking. “And I have to keep you on your toes somehow. The recipe is from my mother-in-law. Apparently James used to love it as a kid, but lost the taste for it as he grew older.” James. Right. The husband. Jealousy washed over you, and you quickly reminded yourself that she wasn’t yours. You didn’t understand how you formed such a connection with Alex in the month she had been with the BAU, but you felt drawn to her from the moment she walked into the bullpen. She was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, and when you heard her voice, you thought you had died and gone to heaven. You wouldn’t say you were in love with Alex, but you were falling for her. There was no denying that.

You wondered if James was her soulmate, if she had a soulmark that beautifly painted her skin. It wasn’t something people talked about very often, many not even believing in such a thing, because of it’s rarity. You weren’t sure if it was appropriate to ask either, so you opted to stay quiet.

The ride back to the hotel was silent. You were too lost in your own thoughts to hold a conversation, and Alex could tell. This was a behavior you hadn’t exhibited before. She hoped you were just exhausted and that you hadn’t been traumatized by the evenings events, though she knew it was fueling your thoughts. She didn’t want to pry, but she was worried, so she parked the car and spoke up. “What’s on your mind, Agent?” She lightly teased, hoping it would help you open up, “And you can’t tell me nothing, because I can tell it’s something.”

“I guess,” you paused, wanting to provide a coherent thought while still being vague, “It’s the whole soulmate thing. I guess I just think it’s a little fucked up the universe handcrafted the perfect other half for every single person on Earth but couldn’t even make the bond between them unbreakable.”

“I supposed I’d have to agree with you,” she replied, pulling into the hotel parking lot “I also think it’s a bit cruel that the chances of finding ones soulmate is as low as it is. At least give people a chance.” You chuckled at her sentiment.

“Is James your soulmate?” The words are out of your mouth before you can even begin to debate asking her. Your eyes go wide and your stomach twists into a knot. Panicking, you manage, “Fuck, you don’t have to answer that. That’s super personal and I shouldn’t have asked.” Alex didn’t seem to be phased by your question, though.

“No, he’s not. And that’s okay,” she smiled, “But, secretly, there is a part of me that hopes I do someday.”

“Me too,” you replied, “Ever since I was little. I’ve always remained realistic about the odds of it actually happening, but I allow myself to dream a little.” You chuckled for a moment before lifting your styrofoam cup and pushing it towards Alex, “Here’s to dreaming, cheers.” Alex lifted her cup, bumping it into yours with a laugh.

“Cheers.” You both take hefty swigs of your now lukewarm hot chocolate before heading into the hotel for the night.

~

Conveniently, you had been bunked up with Alex for this case, so she was able to ensure you made it to bed safely. She walked you into the hotel room, her hand at your lower back, guiding you forward.

“Go take a warm shower and get out of those wet clothes. You’ll feel much better, trust me.” She took the blanket from you as you unwrapped yourself, and placed some fresh towels in your hand. You felt your eyes begin to well up and burn; the care she was showing you was unlike any you’ve received before. You felt safe and loved. You quickly turned your head to try and hide your emotion and made your way to the bathroom.

“Thank you again, Alex. I hope you know how much I appreciate your kindness.” you said before closing the bathroom door and clicking the lock.

Finally.

You were alone. Tears began to stream down your face as you looked at your reflection in the oversized bathroom mirror. You looked like hell. You were damp, muddy, and cold to the touch. Your lips, though returning to their normal pink, were still a light shade of blue around portions of their perimeter. All in another days work you think to yourself. You open the door to the walk-in shower and turn the water on to let it heat up. You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes as you began to remove your soiled clothes. Once your shirt and slacks were off, you made your way back over to the mirror to check for any cuts or bruises. Amongst your dirty form, however, sat two golden yellow and orange hand prints on either shoulder.

It can’t be. You stop dead in your tracks, unsure of what to do next. Instinctually, you rubbed your hand over your shoulder, trying to clean the print off, but it wasn’t working. Then you jumped into the shower, thinking the hot water and cheap hotel soap might do the trick. Of course that didn’t work, ruining your hopes it was just a sick prank or some sort. They were your soulmarks, and Alex was your soulmate. You knew instantly, remembering how she covered you up earlier. There was no denying it. Now you were faced with the task of telling her. You know it isn’t something you can hide forever. Panic takes over you. You know she wants to know who her soulmate is, and she deserved that, but you also know that she wouldn’t choose you. She said it herself, James wasn’t her soulmate, but she was okay with it. A knock at the door grabbed your attention.

“Everything okay in there?” She yelled,” You’ve been a while. I just started to worry, that’s all.” You hadn’t realized how long you had been in the shower, and now you felt guilty for keeping Alex up so late.

“All good, sorry, I’ll be out in a few.” You quickly turned the shower off and grabbed a towel to dry off. As you walked from the shower to the bathroom sink, you realized you forgot to grab your pajamas, so you were going to have to face this head on and nude. “Fuck,” you whisper to yourself. You looked back at your now clean reflection, admiring the marks on your shoulders. You couldn’t help but smile. Though you knew it would hurt like hell, you knew Alex deserved to know the truth. You took a deep breath and made your way into the room.

Alex was sat on her bed, hair pulled back in a clip, glasses hanging low on her nose, reading the book she usually saves for the plane ride home. She looked beautiful. You enjoyed this image of Alex for a moment longer. “Alex?” You said softly, drawing her attention away from her novel. She looked up at you and smiled. Her eyes flickered to each of your shoulders and then back to your eyes. Wordlessly, she placed her book on the nightstand, followed by her glasses, and stood from the bed. She slowly made her way over to you, never breaking eye contact. You were frozen in place, thoroughly studying her face. She didn’t seem to be upset in any capacity, nor was her emotion negative. She seemed curious and, dare you say, excited? The tightness in your chest loosened and your face flushed red.

Once in front of you, she paused for a moment before slowly raising her hands and placing them on your shoulders, perfectly covering your soulmarks.

“I knew it,” She whispered, smiling softly as tears prickled her eyes. “I knew you were made for me.” She moved one hand to cup your cheek, while the other remained on your mark. Alex had thought once or twice that you might have been her soulmate. There was no denying the connection she had with you, nor the attraction she felt towards you. And though she didn’t talk about it, she knew her marriage to James was over before she even started at the BAU. She cared about James, yes, but the two had grown apart over the years. She loved him, but she was no longer in love with him. You, however.

“I’m not sure what to say,” you replied, your smile wavering slightly. She was everything you wanted, but she was a married woman and your colleague, no less. You knew what you wanted, but you weren’t sure she would want the same. Would she think you were worth it? Alex noticed your hesitation, and pulled you closer. Her grip on you was possessive, as if she feared you would vanish from her arms.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweetheart.” You melted at the sweetness in her voice

and her choice of nickname. You would do anything she told you to, and that was a fact. “I need to know what’s going on in your head so that I can help.” She was so gentle. You knew if she rejected you it was going to hurt like hell and you didn’t want to risk losing a great friend.

“I don’t want to lose you, Alex. I know this changes things, but you’re too good of a friend to risk losing. You don’t even have to tell James. If you don’t have a soulmark already, I just won’t touch you and it’ll all be okay. But, I would be lying if I told you it wouldn’t hurt me. I care about you so much.” As you choked out your thoughts, you felt yourself begin to cry, but you didn’t stop yourself. Alex felt her heart breaking. “I wasn’t even going to tell you. I was going to try and hide it, but then I remembered what you told me in the car, and I didn’t think it would be right. I’m so sorry, Alex.”

“Sweetheart,” she says, interrupting your rambling, “Hold me.”

“What?” You weren’t sure you heard her correctly.

“I said,” she enunciated, closing the already small gap between the two of you, “Hold me. Please.” She grabbed ahold of your wrists and slowly wrapped your arms around her body. Your hands settled on her back knowing her soulmark would appear, and you pulled her close anyway, not that she could get much closer. You relaxed at her touch, as her hands returned to your shoulders and she rested her forehead against yours. “I want this,” she said, “Us. You and I against the world.”

“Alex,” you paused, “Are you sure? You have a husband and a stable life. I’m just me. This doesn’t have to mean anything if you don’t want it to.”

“I’ve been falling for you since the first case we worked on together.” she jumped in before you could get another word out, “I don’t think I’ve been more sure of anything. Besides, only an idiot would pass up a life with their other half.” She smiled and you followed suit. You were shocked that she felt the same, considering it seemed all odds were against you. The two of you stood in each others arms there for a few minutes, basking in the love and excitement of the moment, before you broke the silence.

“Alex?” You asked.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Kiss me,” You said. And without hesitation, Alex cupped your face and her lips were on yours. They were soft, like the fluffiest pillows money could buy. You fit perfectly together. No other kiss had ever felt anything like it, and you could tell Alex was pouring her heart and soul into it. You knew she was trying to tell you that this was real for her. You didn’t need much convincing though. Breaking the kiss, you smiled at Alex, and she smiled back.

“Let’s get some rest,��� she whispered. And you did, better than you probably ever had before, thanks to Alex. She had fallen asleep laying on your chest with an arm around your waist. When you woke up the next morning, she was still in the same spot. You felt whole knowing that you had she wanted you just as you wanted her. Though you didn’t like to think about the future too much, in that moment, you knew there wasn’t anything you couldn’t do with Alex by your side.

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Translucent

Alex Blake x reader Warnings: language, smut, teasing, masturbation, guided masturbation, sex toys, minor degradation, very brief choking. a/n: Covers a bingo square! and a req from @rustyzebra I’m gonna be posting from this blog either permanently or until the other one gets un-shadow banned. I don’t know why or how or how long that will take, my guess is that it’s got something to do with the community labels? That being said, this is under said label, so that this blog doesn’t get shadow banned. So make sure you have your settings set appropriate to see what you want and so you don’t miss any future stories. (Eta: apparently theres no winning. I post with a label, it wont show in the tags. I post without & risk getting shadowbanned. Hellsite.) Also if you see this and you’re writing for bingo, pls tag this account as the other one basically has no access anymore (hopefully temporarily).

Nobody was having a good time on this case and that was evident, everyone hyper focussed to make sure you could get the hell out of there and back home as fast as possible. The team had been back in DC less five hours when Hotch called to reroute everyone back to the jet, you’d only had time to toss laundry in and get ready for date night before it was time to grab you go bag. You changed on the jet, cursing yourself when you realized you’d forgotten to toss in what you called your work bra, at least your shirts were thick.

The grumpy moods continued as you deplaned in a small town in Texas, quickly jumping into the field to trace down a team of unsubs. You were in the field with Emily when you managed to apprehend the unsubs and when one of them jumped into lake with the hopes of getting away on the boat moored ten feet up you were the one that was a second faster. Your swimmer instincts taking over as you dove into the lake and caught up to them before they even realized you were in the water. Emily muttered something about owing you coffee for the next month and you made your way back to the local precinct, one unsub in tow. You’d left your vest on in an attempt to not get the chills on the way back, thankful that Emily had tuned on the heat in the SUV. Passing off the unsub to be processed the two of you crossed the building back to the meeting room you’d been using, joining JJ and Morgan.

“Woah, someone take a break for a swim?” Derek greeted with a tease and you shot him a glare, Emily answering for you.

“We’re lucky she did, unsubs in custody.”

“Our guy’s in the wind.” JJ replied with a sigh and the entire room felt the frustration sink in.

“You’ve got to be kidding.” You grumbled, half of your brain regretting diving into the lake, wondering if it had really been that worth it.

With a huff you ripped at the Velcro on your vest, pulling it off over your head to toss onto a spare chair. You could feel your clothes clinging to you, soaked with lake water, at the very least you were thankful you hadn’t been wearing jeans and that your make up was waterproof.

“So what’re we looking at?” You asked, crossing you arms over your chest and the conversation rerouted back to the case at hand. Everyone was more than eager to at least get back to the hotel for some rest and a solid lead would help that.

It was almost a full half hour later that Alex returned to the room from talking to a witness, Reid half a foot behind her. You had your back to the door as you updated the white board when Alex’s voice caught your attention and you capped the marker, turning around to them and Reid’s eyes widened, a blush creeping up his neck.

“Oh my god, y/n!” He was whipping off his FBI jacket instantly, moving to get it wrapped around you and at first you thought it was just because you were still drenched, but the smirk on Emily’s lips told you otherwise.

“What? I—” Glancing down you realized your misstep. Laundry day plus date night meant you were still in date night lingerie. Lingerie that was deep red, lacy, a hint of mesh that left very little to the imagination and thanks to your little dip earlier, completely visible to everyone in the room through your shirt. “Could’ve said something.” You scowled to the three who’d been there when you took off the vest, hands clutching at the jacket seams in an attempt to keep it closed.

“Didn’t wanna get in trouble for looking.” Derek muttered, his gaze on the file in front of him.

“Pretty sure I was with you when you bought that one.” Emily smirked in return and you rolled your eyes, glancing back to Alex.

Her head tilted, eyes flicking down you body, watching the way your shirt clung to your skin before she cocked a brow at you, her jaw hardening and you couldn’t help but gulp. While she always was a wonder with words, you were at the point in your relationship that you could communicate without them and she was making her point very clear right now. Alex could feel the arousal building deep within her already, annoyed that the case had taken away the opportunity to see you in whatever set matched the now very visible bra. Though, she wasn’t complaining about how erotic this was, on display for everyone to see. She felt the possessiveness surge through her, her eyes narrowing in your direction until you properly fixed the jacket so you were covered, you knew better, something like that was only for her to see.

You felt the heat creeping up the back of your neck, knowing exactly what Alex was thinking, that you were hers and only hers, even if the team didn’t know it. Daring to look her in the eye you felt your pulse quicken, knowing that she was thinking of all the dirty things she’d seen you do, all the dirty things she’d made you do and just how she was going to remind you who you belonged to later. You were aware that the conversation had picked back up in the conference room but there was no way you were hearing any of it, lost to the sinful imagination of one Alex Blake. Suddenly, Emily swatted at you with a folder and you were pulled out of your dirty thoughts, glancing toward her.

“What?”

“I said go back to the hotel. You jumped in a lake, you caught an unsub, I think you deserve a shower and a change of clothes, we won’t be much longer.”

“Yeah… thanks.” You nodded at her before crossing through the room and Alex’s eyes didn’t leave your body once, her lips pursed tight.

*

By the time you were warmed up, out of the shower and wrapped in a surprisingly fluffy robe, Alex was already back in the hotel room waiting for you. She stood from the bed when the bathroom door opened, a smirk on her lips as she sauntered through the room toward you. Her finger curled under your chin, tilting your eyes up to her.

“You pulled quite the little stunt today sweetheart. Wearing that kind of lingerie to work?”

“I didn’t have time to change.” You countered.

“You changed on the jet.”

“I forgot to pack another bra.”

“Sounds like someone’s making excuses.” She tutted, pinching at your chin, “were you feeling like a naughty slut today? Did you want the entire team to see what you were wearing under your shirt, because I’m starting to think that you did. Be a little show off, let them know how much of a bad girl you are?”

“No ma’am.” You murmured, “it was an accident.”

“Hmm.” She surveyed you for a moment, “I’m not sure I believe you. I do know how much you like to make it all about you, how much you love putting on a good show when you bounce on my cock. So how about you take off that robe, get on the bed and be a good girl and spread your legs.”

Your hands swiftly undid the belt of the robe, letting it fall open and Alex’s eyes dragged down your naked body, darkening as they went, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. When you dropped the robe to the floor her finger and thumb pinched at your chin, rewarding you with a kiss, her lips moving gracefully against your own before she nudged you toward the bed.

You dropped onto it, shuffling upwards until you were comfortable among the pillows, looking down to Alex who simply arched a brow in return as she slipped out of her blazer. Trying not to gulp, you spread your legs for her, opening yourself up to her burning gaze.

“How long were you in that room with your vest off? Hmm?”

“Not sure…” you could feel your breath picking up already with just her eyes on you, wondering exactly what she had planned. She frowned in your direction, hands moving down the center of her shirt as she undid the buttons, “maybe… half hour?”

“Well, then you’ve got half an hour to kill.” She shrugged, adding the folded shirt to the pile on the other bed, “better get yourself warmed up since you were in the mood to show off.”

It was only after a small nod from her, confirming that she was okay with you touching that your hand slid down your body slowly. You kept your eyes trained on Alex as she pulled a chair to the foot of the bed, pausing to strip out of her pants before she took a seat in it, her gaze landing between your legs.

“Timer doesn’t start until you do sweetheart.” She smirked and you let out a breath, your head falling back into the pillows.

Half an hour was going to be torture and you knew it, then again, that was the point wasn’t it? Your hand snuck between your legs, making sure they were nice and wide for Alex to see what you were doing. Your fingers brushed against your clit, slowly beginning to rub at it in small circles.

“That’s my good girl.” Alex cooed from the end of the bed, soft grin on her cheeks as her eyes darkened.

You took a deep breath, knowing that your time had just started, your fingers slipped down to your cunt, gathering some of your wetness and bringing it back up to your clit, continuing to rub at it slowly. Your breath hitched, your hips gently rocking toward the touch and you heard Alex chuckle. You continued on like that, wanting to drag it out as long as possible to kill the time until you uncontrollably moaned, your hips rocking up off the bed.

“I can see you glistening from here.” Alex mused, “why don’t you see how wet you really are? My dirty girl…”

“Please?” You whined, your eyes cracking open to look down at her with a pout on your lips and she laughed.

“Oh sweet girl, it’s only been four minutes.”

“But—”

“Ah!” She scolded, “did you want me to restart the timer?”

“No ma’am.” You pouted, your hands returning to your body.

One groped at your chest, pinching your nipple between your finger and thumb, repeating the action on both sides until both were hard peaks. Your other hand slunk between your legs again, heel of your hand brushing on your clit and you whined before slipping two fingers into your wet cunt.

“Oh god…” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut.

“That’s my girl.” She praised with a happy hum.

Your fingers began thrusting into your cunt, pulling out more wetness with each pump of your hand, slow and steady, ready to wait out the clock Alex had set. Your breathing picked up, little whines and whimpers leaving your lips as you felt the heat begin to build deep within your body. You shivered when the tips of your fingers briefly brushed across the sensitive spot of your walls, a moan leaving you and Alex hummed again.

“Why don’t you try that move again? I know how good it must feel.”

Knowing better than to defy Alex’s requests at this point your fingers sunk back in, curling right where you knew it would feel incredible and you let out a moan.

“Fuck…”

“There you go. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” You moaned, unable to control yourself as your fingers curled again, brushing against the spot and you pressed harder, your breath catching in your throat.  Your hips rocked up off the bed and you could feel yourself getting wetter, juices starting to dribble out of you as you picked up the pace.

“You may come darling.” Alex purred, “but if you do that doesn’t mean you’re done, you still have seventeen minutes.”

“S..so good..” You moaned, fingers thrusting deeper into you with each flick of your wrist, you were so incredibly close, your pussy fluttering around your fingers. It was never going to be enough, you knew that, but at least for the time being you could sit on the edge of the peak, hoping that there was a chance you’d be able to fall over it. Your noises were getting louder, including the wet sounds coming from your pussy, juices coating your fingers and slipping down to your wrist. Your free hand moved back to your chest, pinching at your nipples again in hopes that it would help you see stars. At this point you were scarcely aware of the sound of movement from the foot of the bed until Alex let out a breathy moan and your eyes shot open.

She had her legs spread in the chair, her hand in her underwear as it moved lazily underneath the fabric, when your breath caught in your throat her eyes cracked open, a grin on her cheeks as she noticed you watching, your own hand stilled.

“What can I say? I like what I see.” She smirked, “and look at what you’re doing to me already?” She sighed, her eyes closing briefly and you could hear her wetness as she slipped a finger into her pussy.

“Fuck…”

“Keep going sweetheart.” She nodded at you, “how about you spread that pussy nice and open for me, let me see how gorgeous you are?”

“Yes ma’am.” Your fingers slid out, your palm rubbing at your cunt briefly as you ground down on it, letting out a small moan before it slid up, fingers framing your pussy lips and pulling them apart. Alex let out a hum of approval, her mouth watering at the way it was absolutely shimmering in the low light of the hotel room.  

“So fucking gorgeous.” She groaned, “I’ll admit though, it does look prettier stuffed with my cock, don’t you think?”

“Yes!” You cried back in response and she chuckled.

“Shame. Your fingers will have to do. Twelve minutes left.”

You let out a whine but slipped your fingers back into your pulsing cunt, eyes scrunching shut as you began to fuck yourself again.

Alex sighed softly, the tips of her fingers grazing her g-spot right as you let out a moan and she pulled her fingers out, returning to lazily rubbing her clit while she watched the way your body trembled every so often. You were absolutely soaking, practically every thrust of your hand pulled a whimper from your mouth and if she wasn’t so heart set on punishing you she would’ve wanted to devour you in that moment. You always looked so fucking hot for her, but especially when you were fucking yourself, imagining that it was her fingers thrusting in and out of your drenched pussy. Her teeth sunk into her lip when her fingers pressed harder onto her clit and with a soft moan her fingers slipped back into her pussy.

“Are you close sweetheart?” She asked, her voice low and husky, words split by breathy sighs.

“Need more.” You whined in response and she chuckled darkly, the laugh morphing into a moan as her fingers curled inside her cunt.

“Just keep going.” She urged, feeling the heat building within her, she resisted the urge to let her eyes close, staying focussed on the movement between your legs instead, groaning at the sounds coming from you as you fucked yourself faster. The heel of her hand began to grind against her clit with each thrust of her fingers and she arched forward, her thighs tensing as she cried out, her orgasm hitting her.

The sound was almost enough to get you where you wanted… almost. Instead you were left letting out a frustrated whine, pulling your fingers from you with an annoyed huff.

“Please!”

“Please, what?” Alex asked, cocking a brow in your direction.

“Need more.” You grumbled and she glanced to the clock.

“Nine minutes left darling, then I’ll touch you.”

“What about a toy?” You pouted.

“I didn’t happen to bring one of those.” She shrugged, watching you carefully and she caught the way your eyes looked toward your go bag, lingering on it for a moment as you tugged your lip into your mouth. Her head tilted in curiosity and it was when she stood that your eyes darted back to her.

The blush crept up your cheeks as you watched her silently move through the room to the bag. She swiftly unzipped it, her hands sifting through its contents until she found what she was looking for, revealing the double sided dildo and she looked toward you with a brow raised.

“Really? You have the time to pack this, but not an appropriate bra?” Her voice hardened slightly, in a tone that you knew was practically a tease and you resisted covering your face with your hands. “I almost think I shouldn’t let you use it.”

“No! Please!” You cried out, tears of frustration pooling into your eyes, “I need it. Or you.” You pouted, and Alex’s face softened.

“Oh you sweet thing.” Grinning she approached the foot of the bed, “you’ve become so spoiled you can’t make yourself come anymore, is that it?” You nodded, your cheeks feeling hotter than any part of your body as you admitted it. You started to shift to close your legs, suddenly feeling very exposed but Alex’s free hand closed around your ankle.

“Ah.” She tutted, “absolutely none of that. You don’t get to act like an exhibitionist all day just to play shy now.” She dropped the toy on the bed beside your hand, “eight minutes left. You best make the most of it.”

“Thank you.” You murmured, your hand darting out for the toy, picking it up. You watched for a moment as Alex’s eyes darted from it to your lips and you smiled coyly at her.

Instead of instantly bringing it to your fluttering pussy, you brought the larger end of the toy to your lips, easily wrapping around it, moaning as you sunk it into your mouth. You sucked hard, tongue swirling around it’s girth until drool was practically leaking out of your lips and Alex’s breath was catching in her throat at the sight. Pulling it from your mouth with a pop you let out a gasp of breath, quickly moving the toy to your cunt.

“Seven…” Alex stated, her hands closed around your calves, spreading them as wide as she could on the bed, kneeling between them as she watched the way you slid the dildo into you with a satisfied moan.

You were finally stretched out, finally feeling Alex’s fingers on your skin and you almost felt like you could burst.

“Fuck…” You groaned, feeling your cunt pulse around the toy as you fucked it deeper into you, aching to hit your peak. Your head dropped back into the pillows as your eyes scrunched shut, your thighs slowly starting to shake with each push of the toy.

“So pretty when you fuck yourself darling. I should make you do this more often.” Alex cooed, her hands suddenly left your body but you were too far gone to care, not realizing she was ridding herself of her bra, beginning to cup at her chest. “be louder for me, how does that feel?”

“So good… fuck!” You panted, fire burning just under your skin, “but need more…”

“Dirty girl…” she chuckled, “what ever shall we do with you?” You felt her weight shift from the bed and your eyes cracked open, a frustrated whine escaping your lips once more as your hand nearly stilled between your legs, stalling your orgasm once more.

“Just wanna come…”

“I know sweet girl.” She squeezed at your leg before her hands slipped into the waist band of her panties and she pulled them down your leg, “but that toy has double uses… you’re going to come while riding my cock, understand?”

“Yes!” You practically shrieked, earning a laugh from Alex as she crawled over you.

You let out a very satisfied moan as she leant over you, capturing your lips in a heated kiss, her tongue surging into your mouth to silence your noises. Her skin was hot on yours, rubbing against your aching nipples, her hands ghosting up your sides, leaving goosebumps in their paths. Her teeth sunk into your lip and you whimpered, your hips rocking up toward her, the toy brushed her pussy and she broke the kiss with a breathy gasp.

“Oh that does feel good.” She husked, smirking down at you before her lips attacked your neck, kissing at the supple skin before her teeth bit down hard and you gasped. “Need to leave a mark sweetheart. A nice big one if I have my way.” Her tongue swiped over your skin, “make sure the entire team knows that you really are a little dirty girl, that it’s not all for show. Because you’re not a tease, now are you?”

“N..no.” You moaned, your pussy clenching around the toy when her teeth sunk into your skin, her mouth sucking the crook of your neck and you could feel yourself building back toward your peak.

As if Alex could sense it, she bit your neck again, tongue darting out to soothe the burn when you hissed in pain, kissing the spot softly before her and snuck between your bodies to line the toy up with her cunt. She let out a low moan as she sunk down onto it, and you mewled when the base between the two sides bumped at your clit once she was fully seated. She firmly wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you tight to her and rolled over, pulling you on top of her. Alex kissed you, tongue swiping into your mouth once more before she pulled back, pushing at your shoulders with a wild gleam in her eye.

“Well, go ahead. Make yourself come all over my cock like the good dirty girl you are.”

“Yes ma’am.”

You braced your hands on her waist, raising your hips up to begin to bounce on her cock, breathless moans leaving your lips with each time your hips met hers, the toy pressing against your clit with each thrust. Alex’s hands slid up your thighs, her touch sending sparks flying through your body, she groped at your ass, squeezing you, urging you to ride her harder, faster, making the toy move within her more, the base rubbing her clit just as she wanted.

“Feels good,” she panted, “doesn’t it sweetheart?”

“S- soo good.” You whined back, “m’ so close…” With each pump of your hips her cock grazed right over the sensitive spot in your pussy, your walls pulsing around it, juices slicking it with wet. The coil in the pit of your stomach returned fire prickling under your skin and heat soared through you. “Oh god… oh god…”

“That’s it… come for me sweet girl.” Alex cooed, one of her hands slid up your body, fingers delicately wrapping around your neck, thumb nail pressing into the mark she’d left earlier and you gasped.

Your hips began to move more erratically as you chased your release, feeling yourself right on the brink. You were about to open your lips to beg, but Alex could always read you like a book, her free hand moving between your legs where she began to rub circles on your throbbing clit. Electricity shot through you and you cried out, your eyes scrunching shut as white took over your vision, your body trembled, thighs shaking uncontrollably as you finally hit your high. Your hands dug into Alex’s sides, nails scratching at her skin while you shuddered, your hips stilling when she finally let up on your clit.

“Good girl.” She purred, letting go of your throat, her hands rubbing up and down your sides, guiding you to gently drop over her, nuzzling into the crook of her neck. “Always so gorgeous.” She pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, fingers tracing patterns on your back while you slowly came back to earth to catch your breath. “You feel better now sweetheart?”

“Yes.” You murmured, lips brushing against her skin and she gently hoisted you off her, tossing the toy to the bedside table to be dealt with later.

“You think you’ve learnt your lesson? No more showing off what’s mine to everyone else, right?”

“Mmhm.” You nodded and Alex smiled.

“Good.”

She couldn’t help but smirk at the already purpling mark in the crook of your neck, it was high enough she knew you wouldn’t be able to cover it tomorrow. Even if you got slightly embarrassed, there would be no mistaking by anyone on the team, you were very much spoken for.

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[iamnotoriginalphil]

Hidden Truths (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You and Alex aim to keep things professional at work

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: swearing, mentions of jealousy

You sat with your chin in your palm, finger running over the wood of the table. Sitting in the back corner was always the right choice, giving you the chance to watch without being observed. Except for the sparkling brown eyes of the only person who could see you.

You pressed your lips together, doing your best to not let the smile threatening to bloom out in full force. Alex spun, writing on the white board and you gave yourself a moment to let your eyes wander over her. She was wearing the trousers that always made your head a little fuzzy. You tilted your head, following the line of her hips until she turned to survey the room again.

Her eyes caught on you for a moment before flitting away again, calling on one of the students with their hand raised. Fingers tipped with intrigue pushed her hair away from her eyes, and you let yourself look at her, long enough to find her glancing up towards you again. There was a curve to the corner of her mouth that spoke of her amusement and you couldn’t help your own lips curling up in an answering smile.

The rest of the class, the final ten minutes, passed without her looking in your direction again. You knew why, the temptation you posed there for her. It was one of the reasons you loved sitting in on her classes, only occasionally letting yourself indulge in the luxury of it.

You’d made it clear to her how much you enjoyed watching her teach.

She dismissed the class and you waited a few extra seconds before rising to your feet. Placing a hand in your pocket, you sauntered down the steps, eyes trained on her as she packed up her bag. You were so focused on her you almost ran straight into a student. Catching yourself on the bench beside you, you realised the boy in front of you was familiar.

“Professor, I didn’t know you had anything to do with linguistics,” he said, offering you an interested smile.

“I don’t,” you laughed, “just thought it would be fun to do a drive by pop in.”

“Oh, you know Doctor Blake?” he asked, looking a lot more interested now.

“I’d hope so,” you replied, “otherwise the conversation I was hoping to have with her is going to be very awkward.”

“You were hoping to have a conversation with me?”

Alex had paused at the bottom of the stairs, bag slung over her shoulder. You could still see that sparkle in her eye, the amusement loud and clear to you. You rolled your eyes, but there was still a smile on your face.

“I was,” you replied.

“And you couldn’t just text?” she asked.

“Well, I wanted an answer before four, and I know you so…” You lent closer to the student, “she never answers me.”

“You’re going to give me a bad reputation,” she laughed.

“An accurate reputation,” you shot back, “I swear she does it because she knows it annoys me.”

The student was looking between the two of you, an almost bemused smile on his face, like he couldn’t believe this was a conversation he was witnessing. You patted his shoulder.

“What do you think of Doctor Blake?” you asked, “good professor?”

“Yeah she’s… she’s brilliant,” he replied, after shooting her a quick look. You were unclear if the look was due to feeling uncomfortable about being asked about her in front of her, or if it was because he had stars in his eyes for her.

“Mind like no other,” you said, nodding your head in agreement.

“Alright, I think that’s quite enough,” she said but you could see her fighting a smile.

“Good luck with next week’s reading, George,” you said to the student, “I hear it’s a doozy.”

The two of you watched him leave the room, Alex’s hand inching towards you like a game of chicken. You caught it, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. Her eyes softened when she finally looked to you.

“You wanted to have a conversation with me,” she prompted.

“Well, less of a conversation although tongues will definitely be involved,” you replied.

Her gaze darkened, flicking down to your lips then back up.

“We’re at work,” she said.

“That was your last class of the day,” you said, “and unless I’ve missed something you have nowhere important to be.”

“What are you suggesting?” She tugged you forward by your joined hands.

“That we cut out early for the weekend and do something far more enjoyable than dealing with students,” you said.

“This is why you shouldn’t be allowed to come watch my lectures,” she said, a knowing smile gracing her features.

“I can’t resist,” you replied, “you have no idea how hot it is when you’re up there teaching. You’re so fucking sexy, Alex.”

“And I don’t think you know how intoxicating it is to be watched by you,” she said.

Her free hand came up, cupping your cheek. She pulled you closer, breath ghosting over your lips. You allowed her one moment of hesitation before closing the gap. The way she kissed was familiar, but it never failed to steal your breath. You pressed yourself against her, feeling no better than one of the students you spent all day with.

“Come on, sweetheart,” she mumbled against your lips, “let’s at least pretend to have some self control.”

“Self control?” you asked when she drew back, “what’s that?”

You loved her throaty chuckle, coming from deep in her chest. It was the sound of heaven if there was one, letting you know you’d done something right. She only did that when she was completely amused with you, and planned on showing you how much she liked that.

She pulled on your joined hands until you were following her to the door. The sunlight hit you just as she let you go, remembering at the last second that such easy affection was not for the campus. You’d both agreed, keeping your personal life from the workplace was the best course of action, if only to keep the respect of your colleagues and students. Over the years it had turned into a bit of a game to see if anyone could figure it out. It helped that you’d both kept your names.

Her car was parked by her office, while yours was on the other end of campus, near yours. The two of you split, but not before you pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, her small smile carrying you through the drive home. Three years married and you still couldn’t get over how lucky you were.

When you entered the house, she was standing in the kitchen, already pouring two glasses of wine. You curled your arms around her waist, pressing your front to her back. She hummed, leaning back against you, tilting her head when your lips found the long column of her neck. You’d been a little obsessed with it the entire time you’d known her.

“We have all weekend, darling,” she said, as you continued to kiss along her neck.

“I know,” you replied, “I’m taking my time to enjoy myself.”

She chuckled, low in her throat, leaning into you as you continued to make your presence known. She’d placed the wine glasses down, hands resting on the counter. The taste of her skin felt like home.

“Are we not even going to make it past the kitchen?” she asked.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you replied, laughing into the curve of her neck.

“Sometimes I want dessert first,” she sighed as your hands begun to creep underneath her shirt.

“And sometimes I want to be bent over your office desk after watching you lecture,” you replied.

“Only sometimes?” You could hear the smile in her voice.

“Alright, I always want that after seeing you lecture.”

The drag of your fingers up the skin of her stomach, feeling her muscles flutter under your touch. She was pressing her body back against yours, letting you explore. As if you hadn’t mapped every inch of her body already.

“I don’t think you’re the one getting bent over the desk right now,” she said as your fingers found the underside of her bra covered breast.

“Is that what you want, Doctor Blake?” you asked, “to be bent over and fucked real good?”

She spun. Her hands landed on your hips, turning you until she had you pinned against the counter. Her lips hovered above yours, breaths mingling.

“Don’t forget the wine, darling.”

She slid away from you, leaving nothing but air in your arms. You grinned to yourself, grabbing the glasses and the bottle, and following her out of the kitchen.

Monday morning is was easy to slip back into your routine, having taken to the entire weekend to enjoy the company of your wife. You loved saying that. Your wife.

George was in his usual seat in your lecture, turning a light shade of pink each time you looked over. It looked as if the small amount of your life you’d shown to him the week before had influenced him. You weren’t quite sure in what way.

You let them go early, knowing a Monday morning class was always the hardest to get through for the students. It was hard enough getting through as someone who knew the material inside and out.

As you packed away your bag George approached you, looking a little unsure of himself. You smiled, hoping you were coming across as friendly and approachable.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, waving to a group of girls as they left the hall.

“I didn’t know you and Doctor Blake were married,” he said.

“Three years now,” you said, “it’s not common knowledge.”

“Why not?” he asked.

“Just personal preference,” you said, “so keep it on the down low, yeah?”

“Oh yeah, of course. Anything for you Doctor Blake,” he said, “and you.”

“Thanks George,” you said.

You parted ways with him at the door, giving him a cheery wave as left. The walk to Alex’s office was nice, shady and green as you crossed campus. You knocked on her door, pushing it open when she called for you to enter.

“Someone has a crush on you,” you singsonged.

“Is it you?” she asked, not looking up as she marked papers.

“Forever and always,” you replied, flinging yourself into one of the chairs across from her desk, “but that’s not who I’m talking about.”

“Who are you talking about?” she asked, still not sounding interested.

“George,” you said, kicking your feet up onto her desk, “he figured out we’re married.”

That got her attention. Absentmindedly, she pushed your feet off her desk as she lent towards you.

“He figured it out?” she asked.

“Which means you owe ten bucks,” you said.

She gave you a fond eye roll, her chuckle quiet. You lent forward, plucking the pen from her fingers, twirling it in your own.

“I did know about his crush,” she said, “he’s one of many.”

“Alright, some modesty would have been nice,” you laughed.

“You have more students with crushes on you,” she replied.

“What? No, I don’t.”

“You definitely do,” she said, “I’ve counted. You’re a hot commodity on this campus, Professor.”

“You must feel pretty lucky then, Doctor Blake,” you replied, turning it into a joke to make yourself feel more comfortable.

“I do. Every single day,” she replied, sounding serious.

“Alright, well, I wasn’t expecting-“ You paused, a thought coming to you, “why have you counted?”

“Hmm?” She looked back down to the papers she still had to grade.

“The students with crushes on me. You said you’ve counted. Why?”

“No particular reason,” she replied, “it’s just good information to have.”

“Are you… Alex?” You waited for her to look up at you again, “are you jealous?”

“What? No.”

“Holy shit, you are.”

“Of course I’m not jealous of some children,” she said, leaning forward to take the pen back, “it’s just good to keep an eye out for the students who might… try to steal you away.”

“Alex.” You handed back the pen, “there is no one capable of stealing me away. I’m your problem forever. We signed a contract. It’s official.”

“Contracts can be broken,” she said, ducking her head.

You rose from your chair, rounding her desk to perch just beside her. With fingers on her chin you tilted her head up until her eyes met yours. You could see the worry swimming in there.

“Not this one,” you replied, “never. You’re stuck with me. Because there is no one else for me out there. Just you.”

“But what if-“ You pressed your index finger to her lips.

“No one,’ you said, “besides, these students are all children.”

She laughed, the breath puffing against the skin of your hand.

“Okay,” she said.

You let forward, replacing your finger with your lips, if only to show her how much she meant to you. Screw the rules. There was no one else for you, but her. And that was all there was to that.

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[multifandommilfs]

Sickness and Safety

Pairing: Alex Blake x reader

Wc: 1445

Summary: you worry about Alex and the team catches on

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Something set off your senses the moment you stepped out of the SUV and onto the pathway of the house leading to the crime scene. The victim was dumped with blatant disregard.

 

Usually you wouldn't have felt this apprehensive with Garcia's preamble and the preliminary report following, but it was a "time is of the essence" case with a woman dead and another reported missing just a mere half an hour ago, so everything was a surprise, unknown.

 

With your straight line of vision to the crime scene, the brightly yellow markers against the varnished steps perforated your view more than anything else, silhouettes of police officers littering about. You felt your throat tighten at the clump of brunette splayed beneath them, the vic. It's been long since a victim pulled a reminiscence out of you. 

 

You forced a cough, blinking, letting air back into your throat. It must've been the jetlag getting to you, and you knew you weren't the only one. They were all more grumpy than usual, especially Hotch. You could feel his frown beside you without having to look at him. 

 

"Any news from Garcia?" JJ asked, approaching Hotch who now took your lead in the front, his towering frame effectively obscuring you from being observed by the profiler or in this case, multitudes of them. You knew there wasn't much to hide with them despite the lengths you'd go to suppress your anxiety. 

 

"Not yet." His voice gruff, certifying his jetlag. Speak of the devil. His cell phone beeped. 

 

"What is it Garcia?" But you trailed off the conversation, the paranoia in you wanting to prove it wasn't Blake was enough for you to tunnel vision the vic. Missing JJ's regardful gaze on you as you strode past her with a racing heart and clammy hands, sweat already pervading your shirt.

 

Reid and Morgan withdrew from the crime scene the moment you approached, joining in on Garcia's "on the spot" briefing. Morgan doing a double take when he saw you walk in the opposite direction. 

 

JJ watched as you knelt down by the victim's head who was face down, a spatter of brown blood on the concrete before Morgan followed her line of sight out of curiosity, seeing you crossing to another angle for a better view. What were you trying to confirm? 

 

"Why isn't she listening to this?" His voice was only for JJ to hear, below Garcia's humour and preamble about the case. JJ squinted her eyes before glancing at Morgan, taking a pause before she replied. "Pretty sure it's about Blake." 

_______

Your relationship had been established years before Alex joined the BAU. It completely off-centered your world when the news came to you, however your work lives will remain strictly professional, so it was an agreement to keep your relationship on the down low.

 

A single slip-up would let months of work out the bag and down the drain. It was a fact that both of you knew, especially when you were encompassed by profilers. 

 

Secrets were never meant to be kept.

 

Quick yet agonizing, the bullet zipped through the air and perforated her shoulder. The Unsub slammed into the ground a second too late. It was just too bad he got shot in the head, you would've enjoyed his incarceration.

 

"I'm fine." Blake said to the paramedics. Then again to JJ. And again to Hotch and David. Again to Morgan and Reid that by the end of it, she was doubting her own answer and you were struggling to hold back your anxiety, the urge to let your concerns explode out in the open and sacrifice months of secrecy. 

 

You forced yourself into the SUV, eyes lingering on her frame behind the tinted windows. 

 

JJ caught something. Or the lack of something: you didn't check up on Blake and Reid's theory proved JJ's suspicions right. 

 

"Sometimes when people want others to believe something, they unintentionally overcompensate in another area." Reid replied to JJ about an Unsub before JJ snapped her fingers, 180-ing the conversation.

 

"She overcompensated her insouciance. She didn't even look in Blake's direction after the incident. They're in a relationship, paranoid that we would find out about it."

 

"Blake and the Unsub?" Reid didn't catch up and made an incredulous expression bordering on disgust.

 

"No! Them." JJ emphasized, and with her smug look alone, Reid understood, his mouth dropping ajar. "Oh."

 

Which was your expression as well when you figured out the BAU's hottest, steamiest gossip from Garcia. 

 

You lucked out and with Garcia's prying, you fessed up, admitting to the gossip about your relationship. You didn't even have to mastermind any awkward grand plan to announce it, Garcia did all the work for you. The momentousness of it all died down in a few minutes, per you and Blake's request. Your work life remained strictly professional. 

_________

"Well sir, blondes definitely get the Unsub going because Marley Jones is the woman you're ID-ing right now and Kelly Worth is the one reported missing. Their twinsies point? Having long wavy shiny blonde hair and I am now questioning the presence of the God of Unfair."

 

"Garcia, check if they've been to a salon the month following up to their kidnapping." Hotch requested before glancing in the direction of the murmurs. Behind JJ and Morgan, your crouching frame above the victim caught his eye. 

 

A frown split the skin between his brows, but he didn't have time to think before Garcia affirmed his theory and the team halved. You, JJ and Morgan were heading to the second crime scene while Reid, Rossi and Hotch tracked down the hair salon. 

 

The second victim's hair had the same style, shade and texture. You cringed, heart leaping to your throat. You remembered Blake's shoulder, bloody and bleeding. The air stuffed up in your windpipe. The red and blue whining of the ambulance. The compulsion to call up Alex right now was brewing at your fingertips. Your fingers gripped your cellphone.

 

"Is there anything significant about this girl?" Just how much she looks like Alex. You wanted to say. God, you crave her right now. If you hadn't shoved her into mandatory leave with her simmering fever, you wouldn't be craving for her safety because she would be walking around and scrutinizing all the right details and making deductions with Reid. You wouldn't have felt so anxious right now if you could run back to Virginia and ensure her safe and sound. 

 

"Hello?" JJ waved a hand in front of your face and you jerked, eliciting Morgan's attention. 

 

"I'm sorry?" 

 

"Are you okay?" Her words made you shove your hands into your pockets as you made an assuring noise, rounding the victim and seeing yourself in those blank, unfocused gazes. It looks so much like her. It could be hers. It could be. It is. 

 

A flash of bloody red.

 

The face warped. You flinched back, slamming right into Morgan's chest, breathing ragged as you blinked the vision out of your mind, clenching your jaw repeatedly. 

 

"Hey, it's alright, it's alright, what's going on?" Morgan placed a hand on your shoulder, his expression ladened with seriousness and apprehension. You looked at JJ. Her brows furrowed. 

 

"It's Alex isn't it?" It was an educated guess and you nodded, pressing the oncoming tears back into your eyes with your thumb and forefinger.

 

"Call Hotch, tell him to meet back at Quantico." Morgan told JJ who seconded him, moving into action.

 

"What? What about the victim, the profile? The case isn't done."

 

"Don't you worry, we got it covered. But right now, we gotta get you home to your missus." He made suggestive eyebrows, winking and instantly flooded you with relief, hooking a smile up your lips. He does that somehow. You just couldn't be more grateful for your team.

_________

The key card slipped into the slit of the door and it clicked open. The air-conditioned room smelled luxurious and well-lived; add to it a hint of freshly printed paperwork, no one could tell anyone was nursing the flu. You walked through the threshold. And there she was, splayed across the couch, wrapped in woolen sweaters and scarves, a crossword puzzle propped on her chest, reading glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

 

"Hi." You smiled softly, eyes twinkling with sudden emotion as you walked to the open side of the couch. She mirrored your expression before taking your hand, a warm thumb stroking your skin as you held her back.

 

"I'm safe." She told you and you couldn't have smiled wider, tears wobbling within the frame of your eyes. You were really, really grateful for your friends.

 

"I know it now."

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Doctor Blake

Alex Blake x reader Req'd by @dextur I hope you're feeling better now bestie!! Warnings: maybe some minor language? thats about it.

When the alarm had gone off that morning Alex managed to immediately silence it, rolling over to press a soft kiss to the top of your head, unable to keep her smile to herself at how burrowed into the blankets and pillows you were. She knew you were off work today and had managed to arrange only a few office hours at the university in the morning before promising to take you out to lunch. A few of the last dates you’d have to shift around, first because of Alex’s schedule, last minute paperwork and grading coming up. Secondly because you were supposed to have dinner two days ago but when you got home from work you were so utterly exhausted you barely made it through a pizza pop before you collapsed into bed for what Alex would claim was the longest sleep of your life and you would argue felt like only an hour. She’d offered to cook you dinner last night, but you simply grumbled, saying you’d had a big lunch and curled up on the couch with your faved fluffy blanket, letting out a happy hum when she joined you. Less than an hour later she had to nudge at you, urging to you go to the bedroom to sleep so she wouldn’t have to try to carry you later when she went to bed.

You (attempted) to get out of bed a couple of hours later, throwing the heavy duvet off your body with a groan. Alex always ran cold, her freezing fingers curling into your body, stealing your mittens, causing you to shriek when she was simply trying to play with the baby hairs at the base of your neck. Because of this the heat in the house was always a cozy temperature, if not above it. There was no “just get a blanket if you’re cold!” it was a “don’t worry, we’ll just turn the heat up.” You let out a grumble, thinking she must have forgotten to turn the heat down when she left, you were sticky with sweat and felt pretty disgusting. After a deep breath you managed to sit up, but as you went to stand you felt the absolute stiffness in your body, every single ache, every pop of every joint, it barely felt like you could move your neck. As you stumbled your way to the bathroom you coughed and the ache continued into your lungs, pulling another groan from you. You swallowed back some saliva and winced, the more you woke up, the more you could tell hurt, your throat clearly swollen, possibly full of mucus, your nose stuffed, unable to properly breathe through it.

After relieving yourself and brushing your teeth in an attempt to try to feel more human you stumbled back through the bedroom, collapsing into the bed. By the time you were shifting around in the blankets you were already shivering, thankful when your eyes were incredibly heavy and you nearly instantly fell back asleep.

*

Alex got home shortly before lunch, her office hours already extended past what she’d planned. She’s shot off a few texts to you but you hadn’t replied so she figured you were either still working off that exhaustion, or so deep into a reading or tv binge your phone didn’t even exist to you. She expected dishes in the kitchen, maybe even a smiling you starting on lunch despite her saying she’d take care of it. Or you nursing your tenth cup of coffee, curled up on the couch.

Instead she was met with a completely silent apartment, no lights on, the living room blinds still shut from the evening before. Her brow furrowed, wondering if maybe you’d gone out to pick up lunch instead, but your keys were still in the bowl on the entry hall table.

She let out a soft hum, stepping out of her shoes and hanging her coat up, her purse finding a home on the island. She sighed softly, making her way down the hallway to the bedroom, softly cracking open the door to find your burrito blanket wrapped form snoring softly on the bed. For a moment she thought you were just napping, until your snores halted and you let out a small cough followed by a quiet groan that brought on a heavier coughing fit as you shot up to sitting, burying your face in the crook of your elbow. You winced at each cough, your chest and ribs aching already before you whined, reaching out to the cup of water on the bedside table to take a small sip, you hadn’t even noticed Alex perched in the doorway yet.

“Sweetheart?” She spoke so softly you barely registered it, forehead scrunching at the muffled intrusion as you placed the glass down and turned to face her, “everything alright?”

“Feel like crap.” You croaked out, wincing at the scratchy sound of your voice and Alex let out a tiny gasp.

“Oh love! I thought you were just napping. Have you gotten up at all today?”

“Just to pee.” You dropped back into the bed, wrapping the blankets tightly around you as Alex moved through the room to perch on the edge of the bed.

“This isn’t just exhaustion is it?” She murmured, her hand coming up to your forehead, brushing your hair back from it, “how bad is it?”

“Hurts.” You whined, “throat, stuffed up, freezing.”

“Okay.” She leant down, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “first off I’m going to get you some medicine and some more water. You’re going to take that and sip at least half a bottle before you can go back to sleep and this one should be a lot better because of the meds. Then we’re going to try and move you to the couch for some snuggles and tv, okay?”

“Mhmm.” You weakly nodded against her arm.

“I’ll make you some soup, I’ve got all the ingredients for the best from scratch, made with love.”

“And tea?” You murmured.

“With lots of honey.” She smiled, smoothing back your hair, feeling the ache in her chest at her darling love in this kind of pain, “give me a moment.”

Alex disappeared down the hallway to return a minute later with the acquired items, handing you the Dayquil and resting the water bottle on the side table. She made sure you took the medicine before tucking the blankets tightly around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You didn’t even need to let out the whine, she knew you would want her to stay until you were asleep and she did just that, cuddling up to you until your breathing was regulated and you were lost in dreamland.

Once sure that you were getting some proper rest, she slipped from the bed, softly closing the door behind her and making her way out to the kitchen. She had the staples in the fridge, veggies, spices, stock and a rotisserie chicken from the night before. Alex turned on a playlist, making sure it was quiet enough to not disturb you and got to work, pouring out a glass of wine for herself while she worked.

*

You weren’t sure how much time had passed by the time you woke up again, and despite still feeling rather crappy, the medicated sleep certainly helped. Slowly you stretched out your body, debating going back to sleep but the aromas coming down the hall were more than enticing for your suddenly starving stomach. You checked your watch, doing the math to when Alex came home and you still had an hour or so before you could take more medicine and by then it would probably be a nighttime version anyways. So you scooped up the bottle of water and wrapped one of Alex’s sweaters around you and made your way down the hallway.

“Hey sweetheart.” Alex greeted with a warm smile from the couch, a book of crosswords open on her lap, “you feeling any better?”

“Mmhphh.” You replied, dropping down onto the couch beside her, snuggling into her side. She chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as her arm wound around you, rubbing at your arm.

“Feel up for some soup?”

“Please.” Your head turned up to her, a small pout on your lips, “I can’t really smell it, but I know it smells amazing.” Alex chucked, kissing your head again.

“Alright, stay put.” She pulled the blanket from the back of the couch down, wrapping it tightly around you and handed you the tv remote.

You flipped through a couple of channels before settling on a childhood favourite, burrowing deeper into the couch. Alex putzed around in the kitchen behind you, turning the kettle on before pulling out her custom made loose leafed tea that was a cure all for colds and flus. Once she was done with that she ladled out a big bowl of soup and carried both back to the living room for you. The tea mug found a home on the coffee table while it cooled down enough to drink and Alex waited for you to situate yourself properly as to not spill the soup.

“Mmm!” You let out a little groan, “this is even better than I remembered.” You looked up at her with a look of complete adoration. “Thank you.”

“You know I’ll do anything for you my love, especially when you’re under the weather. You deserve someone to take care of you and I will always make sure that I am here to do that.”

“You’re just the greatest. I love you.” You smiled as Alex leant in to steal a kiss from your smiling lips.

“I love you too.”

She made sure that you finished your soup, urging you to curl into her embrace with your mug of tea once you were done. It didn’t take long after that that you were yawning again, trying to stifle them as an excuse to stay cuddled up on the couch with her. Alex let it slide for a little bit longer, waiting until the sun was sinking in the skyline and nudged you to take some more medicine. You protested at first and she reminded you that you had to listen to her, she was a doctor after all. You laughed at that, nearly launching yourself into a coughing fit as you scoffed, saying she wasn’t a medical doctor, but fine, you’d listen to her.

Alex gently tugged you off the couch, helping you get ready for bed before tucking you into the covers, leaving a gentle kiss on your cheek. You murmured a soft good night and I love you to her as your eyes were fluttering shut, falling asleep nearly instantly after that. Alex stayed with you a bit longer, her hand rubbing softly at your back before she slipped from the room, tidying up the rest of the apartment and making sure the right medicines and drinks were on the table next to you if you woke up in the middle of the night.

You were safe and sound off in dreamland, a small smile on your cheeks that you were practically unaware of. One that stayed where it was because you knew just how much Alex loved you, and how no matter what happened, she would always be there to make you feel better, to take care of you and nurse you back t health, and you couldn’t ask for anything more than that.

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She'll Know Me Crazy

y/n is having a no good day, Alex is there to make things better

Pairing: Alex Blake x Fem!Reader

Content Warnings: period talk, Morgan being an idiot

Word Count: 1500+

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This piece is a little gift for @storiesofsvu, with the prompts "I can't believe you remembered that" and "I remember everything about you". Covers the "rainy day" square of Katt's birthday bingo (interpreted as both literal rain and a bad day). Title stolen from Hozier's "Jackie and Wilson".

Your periods were always bad, but this morning you woke up with the worst cramps you’ve had in months. Barely managing to drag yourself out of bed in time to get ready for work. You put on a minimal amount of makeup and a simple outfit before you were out of your apartment. The sky was covered with grey clouds, making it impossible for any sunshine to peak through as the streams of water made their way to the ground. You were happy you didn't bother with styling your hair as the even during the short walk from your apartment to you car you got completely soaked. Your day did not get any better when Starbucks managed to mess up your order, but you’ve only realised that when you sat down by your desk, not quite ready to face the day ahead of you. 

“Y/n you okay over there?” Derek’s voice sounded through the bullpen shifting your attention from the paperwork you had been working on “No offence, but you’re looking a little dead.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, knowing that you did not feel well, but you weren’t quite aware of your looks being such a reflection of it. “I’m alive, that’s the most you’re getting out of me today.” You replied giving the man a death stare.

“Leave the girl alone Morgan, she’s having a rough day” Alex added, also aiming her stare at the poor man. 

Fortunately for him, Derek ceased his questioning after the looks the two of you gave him, not wanting to sign his death sentence quite yet. 

As you were getting back to your work, you glanced towards Alex, giving her a weak smile. 

She was the newest member of the team, joining right after Emily’s departure to London. You tried your best to give the charming brunette a warm welcome to the team, always making sure to include her in conversations and team nights out. Thanks to that you got to know her a little better than the rest of the BAU, you found many interests that the two of you shared and would get absolutely consumed by in the conversations. It didn’t take long for listening to Alex talk (about absolutely anything) to become one of your favourite pastimes during lunch breaks. Her passion radiated through her as she spoke, the speech always enhanced by her soft gestures gracefully forming shapes through air. You had a particularly soft spot for the linguist’s voice, her words flowed effortlessly as she explained complex matters and discussed her favourite works. 

As the weeks passed and you got to know each other better you started noticing more and more things about Alex that had you in complete awe over the woman. To say that you were extremely attracted to the brunette would be a gross understatement. It was the softness of her voice every time she spoke that gave you butterflies. Her brown hair curled into soft waves perfectly framing her face. Her rich dark eyes that held warmth, present even during the darkest cases. She had a scar over her right eyebrow for which she made up a little cover story of how she got hit during one of her past cases. After one too many drinks Alex revealed to you the true circumstances of gaining the mark and sworn you to secrecy, being a little too embarrassed to confess to the rest of the team. She laughed as she told you the story of her brother, Scott, pushing her off from a swing when they were kids, resulting in the brunette hitting her head on the bar.  

You admired her courage and determination, always pushing herself to her limits to save lives with the rest of the team. You weren’t aware of the heart eyes you made her way each time she spoke, and it was only when Penelope pointed it out on one of the nights out that you became overly aware of them. The blonde did not stop badgering you to make a move on the linguist claiming that she caught her giving you the same looks, but every time you dismissed her attempts, trying to convince her that there was no way the linguist even liked women, let alone one of her co-workers.

The rest of the day passed with no major issues and fortunately for you the team did not get called for another case. The sounds of rain roamed through the bullpen throughout the whole day, occasional lightnings and thunder making you happier to not be out in the field. Just as you were packing your things ready to head home you heard the rest of the agents voices as they entered the bullpen, the one of Penelope caught your attention.

“Up for a drink sugar plum?” the blonde squealed as she approached your desk.

“I’m gonna have to pass on today Pen” you responded, and the woman immediately gave you her best attempt at puppy eyes, pleading for you to join, “I’m sorry but the only thing I want today is to pass out on my couch snuggled in my blankets, the cramps are no joke” you laughed.

“Oh come on, don’t be boring y/n!” Morgan teased and immediately regretted his words when all the women directed their stares at him. 

“Bring back this attitude when you have a bleeding uterus Morgan, and for your own sake I advise not a single more word to come out of your mouth.” you laughed at JJ’s words when she gave you a gentle pat on your shoulder. “Now let the girl go home and get some rest.”

“Alright, alright. How about you Blake, you in?” he turned to face Alex.

“I’ll have to pass as well; I have crosswords and wine waiting for me at home.” the woman smiled.

“Now, that’s boring. But each to their own I guess!”

You watched the agents leave as you finished collecting your items from the desk, saying a goodbye to Alex as you left the bullpen. You put on your favourite playlist as you got into your car, hoping that the music will be a source of relief. The drive to your apartment wasn’t long and before you knew it you were unlocking the door, making your way inside the flat. You rid yourself of your coat and shoes, leaving them in their designated spaces, dropping the keys in a ceramic bowl on the kitchen counter. Before you settled on couch with your current favourite sitcom playing you took a quick shower to wash off the exhaustion of the day. 

Just as you made yourself comfortable in your favourite spot, wrapped in at least 3 blankets you heard a knock on your door.

“Thought you might need a little pick me up” she smiled as she raised the bag of takeout into your view. Not just any takeout, it was from your favourite Indian restaurant from downtown DC, located way out of the way from Alex’s house to yours. 

You smiled at her in response, opening the door wider so she could go in. 

“If you don’t feel like company tonight that’s completely fine, I thought I might just drop it off to make sure you have a good dinner.” she added

“Thank you, and I’d love for you to stay.” you smiled warmly

“Well come on then, let’s eat” 

“What about your date with crosswords and wine?” you said raising your brow.

“This is just as good”

She made her way to your kitchen, already knowing her way around it as it was not the first time she brought some food over, or even cooked for you. You were kind of a disaster in the kitchen, often preferring to order takeout than deal with the fire extinguisher and the mess it left. 

“Here you go, butter chicken with a side of naan and rice, just as you like it” she handed you the plate with a soft smile across her face “I also brought some ice cream, they were out of the chocolate fudge brownie, but I hope half-baked is just as good?” 

“It’s perfect, thank you” you whispered.

Alex swiftly moved through your apartment, plating her food before she took a seat next to you, placing a plate of samosas on the table for the two of you to share.

You continued watching the show as you ate, taking breaks to explain to the brunette what was actually going on there. As you finished your meal you watched a few more episodes before Alex walked back to your kitchen, bringing over the tub ice cream and two spoons. “Ready for dessert?” 

“You know I’m always ready” you chuckled. “I can’t believe you remembered all of that” you whispered as she handed you the ice cream to take the first spoonful. 

“I remember everything about you” Alex smiled and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. 

Maybe Penelope was right after all.

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What's the word again?

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Alex Blake (x reader?) Summary: Alex finds out asexuality is a thing! Word Count: 1.818

author's note: asexual!Alex is my new roman empire. first time writting Alex so I'd really like to read your thoughts! not a lot of romance this time, but ther is some fluff. Alex and reader are sweet and I enjoyed writting this so there might be a ch2 idk.

What’s the word again?

Alex knows how to socialize. She’d learned the rules a long time ago; catalogued and memorized the expected behavior to each specific social situation as she handcrafted her own guidebook to human interactions. Some things changed here and there over the years, but mostly she did fine. Alex Blake knows how to socialize.

That doesn’t mean she has to like it.

She especially dislikes it when it comes to teenagers. Something about that particular age group always has her on edge, as if she’s about to get caught on a lie anytime. She’s not quite sure what she would be lying about, though.

Arguably, social interactions weren’t her strong suit, but she did just fine most of the time. Being so good with words certainly helped. The fact that she stopped caring so much about what other people thought of her helped even better.

She could hold her own with people her age, most of them having grown up on the same social environment and signing off on the same silent agreements of social interactions she unwillingly did. Kids could be unpredictable, but they had a genuine and straight to the point attitude she found easy to bond with, always enjoying her time with the tinny humans who had yet to learn all the unnecessary red tape. But teenagers? She had a tough time being around teenagers when she was one of them.

And it seems it didn’t get any easier now.

Which is why she was currently standing in an empty bathroom, staring blankly at her reflection as she tried to drown out the sounds of the party going on outside.

The university she was teaching at since she left the bureau had organized a week of immersion in the college experience to last year high school students of all over the state. For a week, they were no longer high school kids, but college students. Which might have been a great experience for them, but for Alex? Not so much. This farewell party marks the end of what had to have been the most overwhelming week of her career as a professor.

At least it’s almost over… She thought as she washed her hands one last time before heading back, a task that would’ve been a little bit easier to accomplish if a certain psychology professor had managed to show up on time for once.

Not that Alex had any right being upset about it, she hadn’t exactly told Y/N how important her company was, that she provided a source of safety and familiarity crucial to surviving gatherings like this one. Y/N knew the week had been less than pleasant for Alex, but she didn’t realize her presence had been the one thing keeping Alex afloat on more than one occasion.

“Figured I would find you here…” The teasing but gentle words pulled her from her thoughts.

“Punctual as ever, I see.” She shot back with an amused glint in her eyes, Y/N’s mere presence already brightening her mood.

“Please, you can’t make an entrance if you arrive before everybody else.” As Alex chuckled, Y/N held out her hand. “C’mon, assuming you’ve been here since the start, only about half an hour longer and we can ditch.”

They made their way back to the party and closer to the table filled with snacks and non-alcoholic drinks. As Y/N poured them both a glass of orange juice, Alex whispered, “You don’t have to leave just because I want to, I know you enjoy having them around.”

“Even I have had my fill.” Y/N puts on her most over the top grimace. Alex doesn’t buy it for a second. “But, yeah, they’re pretty fun.”

“How has any of this been fun to you?”

“They are teenagers!” She gestures excitedly to the room. “They are a whole subculture on their own. Then there are subcultures within the subculture…”

“Nerd.” Alex teases, if only to spare her from how cute Y/N looks when she’s starts rambling.

“Said the linguistic professor.”

“Fair enough.”

“It did surprise me that you don’t like them. Sure, to me they’re an endless source of entertainment, but I thought you’d be at least interested. I mean, if you pay attention, you can see it’s almost as if each group has its own vocabulary…”

“Yes, and I understand not one of them.” Alex lets out a nervous laugh as she remembers the countless times she’d felt lost among her temporary students. “I feel really old saying that.”

“You should.” Y/N deadpanned, earning a harmless slap on her shoulder as Alex rolled her eyes and redirected her attention to the group of high school students they were supposed to be interacting with.

Y/N wasn’t wrong, though. Alex did find the diverse ways the teens talk to and about each other rather interesting. It’s just… she would appreciate it a lot better with she didn’t have to participate. A particular incident has been hunting her thoughts for the past couple of days, and it just happened Y/N was one of the best – and only – people she could talk about it with.

“If you’re done judging me…” She sees Y/N mouthing a never, but just rolls her eyes and keeps going, “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you about.”

She pauses for a second, not sure how to word the question properly. She’s curious but doesn’t want to overstep. Maybe she should have just googled it. Y/N is the kind of person one can ask pretty much anything to, as long as it’s in good faith, she never takes offense. It’s one of the things Alex loves about her. That and how Y/N always knows when to prompt her further and when to wait and give her some time, as she’s doing right now, quietly sipping on her drink as Alex gathers her thoughts.

“Do you know anything about asexuality?” Y/N nods and Alex thinks she might need to give her some context. “I overheard some of the kids talking about it and I am curious as I don’t think I ever heard of it before and I’m pretty familiar with sexual diversity…”

“Yeah, it’s a slightly smaller group within the LGBT+ community. There are nuances to it, but the definition is pretty straight forward, I guess, it’s the lack of sexual attraction to other people.”

She had figured out that much, being a linguistic and all. She doesn’t need a dictionary. She is not sure what she needs. She needs to talk about it, needs to understand. She needs to know what it is about that word that has her feeling like her word is about to crumble.

Alex knows her frustration is misplaced, though, so she tries to communicate better.

“Could you explain it to me a little better? How does that work?”

“Are you asking the psychology professor or the LGBT advocate?” Y/N smiles at her and she feels a bit of tension leave her body.

“Both?” She smiles right back.

“Well… Let’s start with what you already know. Think of asexuality as something separated from homo, bi, hetero… as in it’s not exactly about who you feel attracted to, but about how much or how often. An asexual person would experience less or no sexual attraction regardless of gender. They could feel no sexual attraction at all, they could feel some sexual attraction depending on the context or they could even feel a  lot of sexual attraction just not often. Am I making sense?”

“In theory…” The answer slips past her lips without much thought, Y/N looks at her questioning and Alex tries to come up with a better one. “I just didn’t know this was a thing that happened.”

Y/N just hums in agreement.

Isn’t that how everyone feels? It’s what she really means to ask. She is not ready for that answer, even if she already knows it.

Silence falls over them again, but this time the thoughts running around Alex’s mind are darker. The conversation somehow leading her to what felt like a lifetime ago, when she’d first discovered that there were girls who liked girls and that she’d been spending way too much time admiring her best friend’s beautiful eyes. The feeling somehow so similar and yet so different. Terrifying in a whole new way.

“It’s okay, you can ask. It’s you and me.” Y/N’s gentle reassurance snaped her out of that train of thought.

“Is it a condition? As in a psychological disorder?” She didn’t know what answer scared her more.

“No. I mean, it could be resulting of trauma, sure, but then most of our sexual preferences are, to some extent.”

“Fair enough” Alex felt her body relax once again as she decided that the time for spiraling out would come later, now was time for answers. “Psychological explanation, please.”

“Good old sublimation, I suppose. Libido being channeled somewhere else.”

“Simple like that?”

“Simple like that.”

 Alex nods and doesn’t say anything for a while. They stand shoulder to shoulder in comfortable silence watching the crowd.

“Has it been half an hour yet?”

She doesn’t miss how Y/N failed to check the clock.

“Yeah. Let’s get you home.”

The ride to Alex’s house was a short and quite one, Alex lost in thoughts as she looked out the window and Y/N more than happy to let her be, well aware there was something deeper about Alex’s “curiosity”.

“Could they fall in love?”

“Of course. Sexual and romantic attraction are two completely different aspects of the human experience. They can be correlated but aren’t necessarily.”

Alex nodded and hummed contemplatively, before turning her head to look at Y/N and giving her a smile.

“If we can have sex with people we don’t love, we can love people we don’t have sex with.” She shrugged. “I just always assumed we all felt the same thing, you know?”

Sensing Alex was in a better mood, Y/N jokes, “I mean, think about it, you go months without seeing your husband and you’re fine. I go one week without sex and I’m crawling up the walls.” Her expression of horror against the very idea making Alex laugh. “We are all different, some of us just like to have words for it.”

Alex is linguistics professor.

Y/N parked in front of Alex’s house and turned to look at her.

“I have a few articles I could send you that might help you understand it all a bit better. Some online blogs as well, could be nice to have a more personal perspective.”

“I would like that, thank you.”

“I’m also here to talk. About anything. Anytime.”

Alex chuckled. Y/N knew her way too well in such a short time.

“Send me those links, will you?” She winked at Y/N, who just shook her head and smiled at Alex’s stubbornness.

Alex all but ran over to her door. She had a lot of reading to do.

#alex blake #criminal minds #alex blake x reader #alex blake fanfiction #alex blake headcanon #asexual alex blake just makes sense #ed tries to writte #trying to get over writers block please help #ace!alex

[marasmadness]

Welcome!

Hi angels, I’m Mara <3 I’ve been writing for a few different fandoms for a while now but I figured I’d attempt starting something on here so I could answer one shot requests :)

Things I will write: smut, BDSM & most related concepts, 2+partners, dark!characters, etc. ( always feel free to ask)

Characters I’ll write for:

CRIMINAL MINDS

- Emily Prentiss

-Elle Greenaway

-Jennifer Jareau

-Alex Blake

SUPERGIRL

- Lena Luthor

OCEAN’S EIGHT

-Lou Miller

-Debbie Ocean

SEX EDUCATION

- Maeve Wiley

GREY’S

- Addison Montgomery

OUAT

- Emma Swan

- Regina Mills

- Ruby Lucas

WW/1984

- Diana Prince

#emily prentiss x reader #wlw smut #lou miller x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #regina mills x reader #lena luthor x reader #natasha romanoff x reader

[nightmarish-fae]

professor blake (alex blake/academic!reader)

a/n: I originally wrote this little one shot as a request for @prentiss-theorem. I usually don’t feel very comfortable with sharing what I write, but I have been badgered (lovingly), so here we go. I am not a native English speaker, all mistakes are mine.

pairing: alex blake x reader

genre: silly fluff

warnings: swearing

word count: 767 (one-shot)

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It was fun, sneaking around with Alex. Not that you were really sneaking around - neither of you needed or wanted to keep your relationship a secret. All the important people in your life knew. But neither of you quite felt the need to tell your colleagues and students at Georgetown when you started seeing each other and eventually, it just slipped your minds. And then, it became sort of a game, seeing just what you could get away with and laughing at how confused people could get trying to put two and two together over shared dinners and glasses of wine. 

You couldn’t be happier. When you took the position of Latin professor at Georgetown, you didn’t quite expect the impact the position would have on your life. On your first day, you managed to bump into a fellow professor and spill your coffee on both of you, which, in turn, made you burst into tears. It might not have been an entirely appropriate reaction, but the stress and terrible previous work experience made it too much for you to handle. 

Even so, it turned out to be one of the best things to ever happen to you. The woman you managed to get your coffee all over, a linguistics professor Alex Blake, blew your breath right away. She was gorgeous. And smart, funny and ridiculously kind. You found out very quickly, because she insisted that the coffee related mishap was her fault, soothed your tears almost immediately and persuaded you to let her buy you another coffee. You knew, on that first day, right after you parted ways, that it was either this woman or no one else.

And you were right. You continued to bump into each other, which in turn evolved into planned meetings when you found out just how much you had in common.

It was easy, falling in love with her. It was easier than breathing. And, by some strange sort of miracle, she fell for you too.

That’s how you ended up cuddling her in your shared bed, in your shared apartment, with a ring on your finger and a cat curled on the bottom of the bed. Sometimes, you felt like crying from how happy you were. It wasn’t all easy. Her FBI job led to late night, dangerous situations and countless arguments. But both of you pushed through, determined to do better for the other one. 

“What is going on in that head, huh?”

Alex snapped you out of your train of thoughts, handing you your coffee mug along with a kiss to your forehead. It was your first day back to work after returning from your honeymoon and while neither of you were quite ready to burst the bubble, there was also fun to be had. 

“Nothing, just thinking how lucky I am to call you my wife.”

That earned you the sweetest possible kiss, carefully pressed to your lips while those clever hands cupped your cheeks. 

“Sweet talker. See you for lunch?”

You simply hummed in response, heading for your lecture with the goofiest smile possible plastered on your face. It was impossible to get rid of. And what made the whole thing even better was what was about to follow. You and Alex made a bet. She insisted it was impossible no one knew about the two of you. You in turn, insisted that the name change was going to come as a shock. The stakes were high, but you knew you had this. Alex overestimated the intelligence of university students. 

It was exactly as you presumed. As soon as you walked down the steps, facing your class, a wave of confusion rose. 

“I thought Professor Blake was meant to be teaching this class.”

You only leaned back and looked at your nails.

“Well, yes. That’s me.”

Trying not to laugh was almost an herculean effort. Their poor little confused faces as they tried to put two and two together filled you with joy. Eventually, they succeeded and you thought you heard what sounded suspiciously like ‘lucky bitch’ coming from one of the girls closer to you. 

“I am indeed lucky, thank you very much. Not sure about the bitch though. Now, because you all managed to score me a weekend getaway with my wife, there will be no pop quiz next week. For the basics…”

As you droned on about the syllabus, your eyes flicked towards the door. It was open and Alex was standing there, leaning against the frame with a hand over her mouth, trying to muffle her laughter.

Life was good.

#Criminal Minds #fluff #criminal minds evolution #Alex Blake #dr alex blake #ssa alex blake #alex blake x reader #alex blake x yn

[drghostwrite]

Masterlist

prompt list: -> here

“rules”: -> here

Shows & Characters:

Criminal Minds:

Any character

Jennifer “JJ” Jareau:

Two hearts collide

A baby for Christmas

Once Upon A Time:

Regina Mills (favorite to write in like love/wife stories)

Scars for Love pt. 1, pt. 2

Until My Last Breath

Out at Sea

Running Back to You

Emma Swan

Other characters

Wednesday:

Larissa Weems:

Always You, pt. 2, pt. 3

Give You Everything

Morticia

other characters per request

Marvel CU:

Natasha Romaoff:

You’re Not Alone

Dark Nights

Maria Hill:

You are the Calm to my Chaos

Steve Rogers

Thor Odinson

When Lightning Strikes

Bucky

DC Universe:

Diana Prince

Lena Luthor

When the Sky Falls

When the Sun Sets on Us

Arthur Curry(Aquaman)

A Royal Bloodline

Grey's Anatomy:

Arizona Robbins:

If I Just Lay Here?

Already Taken

You’re my Comfort

The Shooting(request)

Next Time We’re Driving

My House, My Rules

Snowed In

Callie Torres

A Superstar with a Scalpel

Addison Montgomery:

Code Black

Supply Closets & Satin Sheets

Some other characters but those are primary

X-Files:

Dana Scully (obvi):

You Remembered(prompt)

True Temptation

Fox Mulder

Others are special request

Desperate Housewives:

Lynette Scavo

Bree Van de Kamp

To love again(request)

Other wives and some other characters can be special request

Law & Order SVU:

Olivia Benson (The only right answer for a wife)

Something to Fight for...

ED(request)

other taskforce members

Rizzoli and Isles:

Jane Rizzoli:

That Thin Line pt. 1, pt. 2

Maura Isles:

Drown Our Problems

When the Music Fades

Frankie or Tommy Rizzoli

Scream:

Sidney Prescott:

We All Scream Sometimes pt. 1, pt. 2

Orange is the New Black:

Alex Vause:

Ex-Lovers (request)

The 100:

Clarke Griffin:

Takes a Village

Abby Griffin

Octavia Blake

Game of Thrones(GOT):

A Rightful Heir

Crossovers:

(Criminal Minds) x (X Files), Pt. 2

There are some things I just won't write for but I do case by a case basis, I will put warnings if there is anything I view as may be triggering. Please give me more shows or characters to write for, I'm begging you! most fics are reader x character, some involve pregnancy and marriage but they will mostly be one-shots.

#arizona robbins x reader #regina mills x reader #law and order svu #criminal minds x reader #rizzoli and isles #desperate housewives #x files #greys anatomy #larissa weems x reader #wednesday #game of thrones #the 100 #clarke griffin #marvel x reader #mcu natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff