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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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"Technically" Not A Student

Summary: Reader is Alex Blake’s TA, and after a guest lecture, Spencer seems to take a liking to her .

Prompt:You’re Alex Blake’s TA when a Dr. Reid comes to guest lecture. Things get heated quickly when you're alone.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: Reader POV, guestlecturer!Spencer , age gap (roughly 10 years), car sex, heavy making out, unprotected sex, slight female masturbation, Spencer is smart and that's HOT, heavy sexual tension

Word Count: 5.1k

Being asked to be Alex Blake’s TA was the opportunity of a lifetime, and when it was presented to me as a first-year graduate student at Georgetown, I took it eagerly and never looked back. 

She had personally approached me after I’d finished a semester in her forensic linguistics class as a freshman, and commended me on my dedication to the material and my general work ethic, and then inquired if I’d ever consider filling out an application as her teaching assistant starting the next semester. 

I immediately agreed. It was a no-brainer. Blake was a seasoned professional in the career field I wished to enter, not to mention she’d been one of the best professors I’d had whilst taking classes at Georgetown. Knowing I’d be working so closely with her absolutely thrilled me. It provided opportunities I'd have never gotten otherwise.

For example, getting to sit in on the class the famed Spencer Reid would be lecturing on. 

She usually kept me quite busy, having me develop assignments and quizzes for her class when she had other responsibilities to attend to. I’d heard horror stories from other TA’s in which their supervisors would delegate ninety-nine percent of the work to their juniors, having them essentially teach the class for minimal recognition or pay. Blake wasn’t like that, and I was thankful. This time around though, she had very different instructions for me.

“You don’t need to prepare any material this time around.” Blake explained to me, and I nodded, listening diligently. “I’d just like you to sit in, and possibly take notes, as you see fit.” She added, and I flashed a polite smile, nodding. 

“No problem whatsoever. I’ll sit in the back so as to not bother any students as I do.” I replied, offering her as much convenience as I could within my actions.  

Secretly, I did want to catch more than a glimpse from the back of the room. I wanted to experience the esteemed colleague Blake had often spoken of with incredible fondness. I was aware he was slightly older than I was, and a bit socially inept from the way she described him in his stories, but I was also aware the man was a goddamn genius. She’d describe in precision the way Reid would pick up on patterns and leads faster than anyone else on the team, and his immense knowledge in multiple fields beyond criminal profiling. When she’d told me he had three pHDs, I had to hold back a gasp. I hadn’t even started my own doctorate, but the idea only exhausted me- and he had three?! Color me impressed. 

Blake, being as brilliant as she did, could sense the hidden enthusiasm in my eyes in meeting this man. 

“Honestly, I’d rather you sit in the front. If you’re taking notes for any student unable to attend, it’s more imperative that you know the contents of the lecture, rather than anyone else.” She said, smiling kindly. 

“That’s absolutely alright with me.” I say, even quicker than before, nodding, thoughtfully. In reality, the only thing I was thinking about was how close I’d be near the man. I had no idea what he looked like, what he sounded like, but something about him made my stomach flutter. 

“I’m sure Dr. Reid would be interested in meeting you, as well. He takes special interest in anyone pursuing our line of work.” Blake added. She didn’t mean for it to happen, but the words made my cheeks light up with a hint of embarrassment.

I don’t know why, but he intimidated the hell out of me. The idea of him taking interest in a conversation with me made my heart beat slightly faster, and I nodded. I tried to convince myself that my nerves came from a purely professional standpoint, but regardless of my intentions, I was absolutely exhilarated by our imminent meeting.

While I knew there'd be initial awkwardness when I'd meet him, given my idolization of the man, I didn’t account for how terrible it’d actually be when I realized how fucking attractive he was. It was almost unfair. I was already tripping over the words I planned on saying in my head, and now he looked like that?

It was cruel.

The soft, doe eyes paired with sharp cheekbones. The slope of his nose, and the mess of brown curls atop his head. Every word out of his mouth was made even prettier by the soft curve and pinkness of his lips, and I found myself wanting to lunge over the table and kiss the hell out of him.

Needless to say, not the right thoughts to have about your professor’s (older) coworker. 

 While I was initially going to introduce myself to Dr. Reid before his lecture, hopefully establishing myself as a serious individual regarding my studies and eventual career, I shied away, opting for Blake to introduce me instead, nodding politely when he made eye contact with me, exchanging a quiet “hello” and taking my seat in the front.

That was it. And probably how it should be, considering I genuinely couldn’t think straight around him. Students began filtering in, and I took my spot at the front of the room, crossing my legs and beginning to outline his lecture as he began to speak. 

He was a brilliant lecturer, and it was honestly criminal he didn’t do this for a living. He gesticulated wildly throughout the whole of it, but every word of his was punctuated with a genuine passion that even some of the best professors on campus lacked. I did my best to diligently keep up with every point he brought up, but with how fast he spoke, it was difficult. Still, an effort was made. 

If that wasn’t enough to deal with, I swear the man kept making eye contact with me for the duration of his lecture. At first I believed I was imagining it, that his eyes kept drifting to mine by coincidence, but by the third time, I’d realized that everytime my eyes left his figure to scribble something, I’d look up to see his dark eyes boring into my soul, almost as if he was trying to solve me with a glance. It was intense and made my stomach turn in a way which wasn’t entirely unpleasurable, but I forced myself to remain professional.

 Blake did not need to see me absolutely lusting after her coworker, even if he was utterly fit. 

Anyway, he was probably only making eye contact considering I was in the front, and probably in an optimal spot for his eyes to focus on whilst addressing the whole of the class. Still, the way his gaze was trained on mine, reaching the deepest parts of my soul didn’t help the growing heat between my legs. 

I forced myself to focus on the board, my notes, anything but those godforsaken eyes for the rest of the lecture. Anytime we made eye contact afterwards, I’d quickly look down, like I’d been caught doing something terrible. 

Was anyone else seeing this? Was I insane and made delusional by my unexpected attraction to this man? Was he seriously making me wet just by looking at me? 

Yes. 

Sooner than anyone wanted, the lecture period had completed and Dr. Reid was finishing up. The students were absolutely enamored, especially the girls, as expected. Of course it wouldn’t be just me who’d noticed that in addition to being accomplished in his intelligence, he was also ridiculously easy on the eyes.

Blake stood in the corner, watching her students vacate the space, while some held back to talk to Dr. Reid as he packed his things. He seemed a bit shy at all the attention, but didn’t hesitate in explaining concepts to seemingly eager students, giving them all a soft, shy smile. 

God help me, he was adorable. How was I falling for a man I’d never even spoken a word to? 

I’d never left the classroom before Blake did, so as she stayed, I did as well, until the three of us were the only ones left in the room.  Blake smiled, walking up to Dr. Reid with her hands in her pocket. 

“You worked up quite the fanbase, Reid.” Blake said, a little playful.

Reid replied somewhat bashfully. “You have a great bunch of students.” He flashed a small smile at her as they spoke, still packing up his things. 

 The dynamic between my superior and the man was obviously sweet. They almost looked familial, which made sense. Blake had commented here and there that she managed to spend more time with the BAU with her actual family. I’m sure the latter was the same for Spencer. He probably had a doting girlfriend at home, ready to welcome him in her arms and I mentally kicked myself again for being so attracted to him.

He was nearly ten years older, for god’s sake! Enough! I screamed at myself. 

 I was brought out quite suddenly from my thoughts when Blake spoke in my direction. “This is (Y/N), my teaching assistant.” Reid came in my direction as I got up and approached him, offering a hand to me. “I’m Dr. Spencer Reid. Blake told me who you were, but we weren’t properly introduced.” 

I gave a firm shake to his hand, which I noticed was calloused and smooth at the same time. God, even his hands were pretty. He had long, slender fingers with short-kept nails. They were veiny, and looked strong. I couldn’t help but imagine what they’d feel like inside of me, buried in the heat of my core as I begged him for more.. more.. 

I forced the thought out of my head, only nodding again at the handsome man. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Reid.” I say, forcing myself to be professional.

Stop thinking about fucking him! 

“Spencer works just fine.” He says, imparting a kind smile that nearly made my knees weak. Did he have any idea the embarrassing effect he was having on me? 

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Blake looking at the two of us with a bit of a strange expression on her face. I let go of his hand and took a step back. Oh god. Could she tell? If she could, she said nothing. She gave us both a kind smile, before grabbing her own things.

“(Y/N)?” She called out, starting to walk to the door. “Mind locking up for me tonight?” She said, already throwing her keys to me. 

“That’s fine by me.” I say, grabbing her keys mid-air. I was used to this. Blake often wanted to leave a bit quicker than I did, and I was more than happy to assist in any way possible. What I didn’t realize, was that this left me and Spencer in the room alone, something I wanted to avoid, considering how fucking awkward this man was rendering me with so much as a glance at me.

I heard Blake leave, and as she quietly closed the door behind her, I leaned against a desk, keeping my eyes down as Spencer continued to pack his own things. I tried to not let my gaze drift to him, as I waited for him to finish up. 

I let my thoughts wander to the lecture, and couldn’t shake the feeling he’d evoked in me when he looked at me like that. This was honestly ridiculous. The man had barely spoken ten words to me, and here I was, absolutely mooning over him. It was a new low for me, but in my defense being a graduate student meant I didn’t have much time to get my .. needs fulfilled.

“That’s why” I convinced myself. I just hadn’t gotten laid in a really long time. Nothing more, nothing less. 

“So, you’re a criminology student?” Spencer says, suddenly, breaking me out of my trance. 

I looked up, nodding. I responded on pure habit and instinct. ‘Yes, I’m in the process of getting my Masters in Criminology.” I said, nearly robotic. 

“That must be interesting.” Spencer replied, flashing me a sweet smile that caused an entirely new slew of butterflies to erupt in my stomach. “I never studied criminology specifically, but the classes I took interested me.” 

“Blake told me you had three pHDs.” I acknowledged, trying to return his smile, but in all honesty, I probably looked like an idiot. I was nervous as hell, and hoped he couldn’t tell. It wasn’t my fault. He was awe-causing. A sight to behold, if you will, in intelligence and appearance. 

He laughed good naturedly, “Yeah. Three.” He must’ve noticed the stars in my eyes, because he continues. “As well as a Bachelor of Arts in Psychology and Sociology. And I’m working on another in Philosophy.” He finishes with a smug, boyish type of smile. 

What was previously stars in my eyes, was now full blown shock all over my face. “Wow, Spencer.” I said, a little dumb-struck. “That’s.. a lot.” I add, a little stupidly, giving him a little laugh. 

He sweetly scratched his neck, revealing his self-consciousness. “Yeah? You think?” He says, a small smirk in his voice, and I laughed again. “You think I should stop after Philosophy?” 

“Totally. Save some knowledge for us.” I teased. It was comfortable. He was surprisingly easy to get used to. He was affable, despite how daunting his knowledge was. 

“Hey, you try graduating before you’re a teenager.” He defends himself, playfully. “Not much to do, really.” 

I laugh. “I don’t know.” I say, throwing my hands up a little. “Play ball? Run around?” I joke, and he makes a face at that, scrunching up his nose. 

“Not my thing.” He replies, smoothly, and I laugh. 

“Alright, fine. Keep your degrees doctor man.” And he laughs at my joke. Like, a real laugh. I didn’t even find my own rhetoric particularly humorous, but knowing that I’d gotten him to react like that made my cheeks glow. 

He finished packing the last of his things and slung his satchel bag over himself, starting to walk over to the door. I made sure to gather all my things, and walked to the door with him. He held it open for me, and I nodded my head in thanks, and he let it shut behind us. I turned around to lock it, using Blake’s keys and placing them in my bag securely, before looking at him. 

“Well, Spencer. It was nice meeting you, thank you for the lecture it was-” I start, but he interrupts me. 

“Can I walk you to your car?” He interjected, looking a little shy as he did. I smiled a little confusedly, wondering why he’d want to do so, but I gave him my answer, nonetheless. 

“I don’t have a car. I usually take the bus back to my apartment.” I explained, smiling softly. 

“The bus?” He says,  quirking his mouth to the side. “Isn’t it a bit late for that?” He replies, a hint of concern in his voice. 

I gave a little sigh, “I mean, it’s fine.” I say, trying to laugh a little. “I’ve done it before.” I add, attempting to ease the worry out of his voice. “It’s not that late.” I say, but he simply shakes his head. 

“No way.” He says, still adamant on this. “I.. I can drive you home, if you’d like?” He says, his words going slightly on the higher pitch as he rolled out his proposal, and I gave a small grin at that. 

“Really? If it’s a hassle I can seriously just take the bus. I wouldn’t want you to keep anyone waiting at home or-” 

He interjects again. “No hassle. I promise. I want to.” He pauses, before adding, “No one at home. You’re probably going to be the last person I see today.” He seems to blush at his final admission, and my eyes widen in interest. No girlfriend? Score. 

“Alright, Spencer.” I say, smiling again. “Lead the way.” 

He led me to his car, an old-fashioned Volvo and I couldn’t help myself from gawking at it.

“God, you have a cool car too? Is there anything about you that isn’t interesting?” I say, aware I was probably stroking his ego a bit, but honestly I wanted to. The man was just so damn intriguing, and every new bit of information I learned about him only made me want to unravel the whole of him. To truly know him, in and out. 

He laughed, using his keys to manually unlock the door. “Oh, trust me. I’m plenty boring. The car is probably my only saving grace.” He joked, and I laughed again as I got into the car. 

“Oh, I highly doubt that, but if you say so.” I say, sweetly, and adding a light tone of flirtatiousness in my tone. He seems to blush at this again, and I begin to think about the events of day. The stares in class, the perpetual rosy tint on his cheeks that had been there since we began our conversation, the way he joked and laughed at my (admittedly, unfunny) jokes. 

Oh god. Did he like me? 

Only one way to find out. 

As Spencer got in the car and began driving onto the main road, I looked at him, trying to put on my best, innocent smile. “So, you said you’re not going home to anyone?” I say, a softness to my tone, but an undeniable hunger in it as well. 

“Uh.” He responds, that damned blush coming on, strong. “Yes.” He replies, nodding as he keeps his eyes on the road. 

“So, you don’t have a girlfriend?” I ask, a bit forwardly. 

Now he’s really blushing, stuttering a bit. “Oh, no. No girlfriend. Not much time, given the BAU and our schedule.” He said, almost clinically, and I nodded. 

“I mean, Blake has a husband.” I point out, a little smugly. 

“I guess.” He says, sighing a bit. “But, you know.” He says. He vaguely gestures to himself, and I look at him a little confused, tilting my head at him.

“Spencer, I have no idea what you’re trying to say.” I say, with a little giggle. “But trust me, you’re absolutely gorgeous.” I continue, before I can stop myself.

He looks at me, giving me a soft smirk, and a raise of his eyebrows. He didn’t look uncomfortable, and honestly looked just as thrilled as I did, and I knew that this night had a good chance of going the way I wanted it too. 

“Ah, you’re sweet.” Spencer replies, “But no. I just mean, I’m.. me. You know?” He says, trying to explain his (non-existent) shortcomings, but I just shake my head. 

“You don’t give yourself much credit, you know?” I attempt to say with that amorous tone from before, but it was more overcome with genuine respect and admiration. “You’re smart, funny and nice to be around, I mean.” I pause. “Did you not see the absolute crowd of girls around you after the lecture? Trust me, Spencer. I bet you’re more than easy to be with, even easier to like.” The words rush out of me, and I watch him tentatively for his reaction to my words. 

Instead of the sweet side smile he’d been offering me all night, he finally looked at me. The car had come to a stop at a red light, and his face was dangerously sexy as it was illuminated by the colored glow around us. 

“And what do you think?” Spencer says, in a low tone, making direct eye contact with me. 

I feel my stomach turn at the sudden directness in his words, his gaze nearly devouring me whole. I felt my mouth go dry and I swallow, trying to keep my tone steady. 

“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice having a slight shake to it. 

“I mean, what do you think about me? Do you.. like me?” He says, licking his lips slightly, and the action causes the previous heat between my legs to come by in full force. 

“Oh, I mean.” I say, my previous confidence dissipating in an instant. “Well, yes, Dr. Reid. Everyone liked you today.” I say, trying to give more of a conservative answer now.

The man had a way of making me feel totally comfortable around him, and then flipping the switches, rendering me dumb and stuttering. Like I was now. 

“Oh, so I’m Doctor Reid now.” He says, clicking his tongue and saying the words with an air of lighthearted teasing, but I only bit my lip, hurriedly trying to explain myself. 

“I mean, it's your title.” I say, quickly, trying to justify myself. “I mean, you said it yourself- three pHDs. It’d be pretty shitty to just discard the years taken to achieve that. Um. Well. You’re a genius so probably not as long, but still! Calling you doctor is a sign of respect for your accomplishments and-”

“You're cute.” He interrupts, and I look back at him to see his eyes back on the road, a cocky smile plastered on his face.

The light around us turned green, and he started the car. I picked at my nails slightly, trying not to display any more signs of nervousness around him. I wanted to do something with him, at least, and that couldn't happen if I was a bumbling mess.

We drove in relative silence for the next few minutes, as I tried to gather my thoughts and possibly continue what we’d been building up to these past few hours, but a quick glance at the windows and the road we were on caused me to furrow my brows.

“Oh, this isn’t the way to my apartment.” I remark absentmindedly, looking at the window beside me, then in front. ���I live near the train station, off east?” I offer, expecting him to fully make a turn back towards the direction I’d prompted him towards, but he didn’t even flinch, continuing on the more secluded road we’d entered.

“I know.” He said, glancing at me once more, actually applying more pressure to the gas pedal, causing us to go faster down the terrain. 

Okay, fuck. He was an FBI agent, so I didn’t have to worry about him murdering me, right? Wait, no, that’s stupid. He could probably get away with it. No! He’s Blake’s friend. Her coworker. For the goddamn FBI. He wouldn’t murder me. What the fuck was going on? 

I watched as Spencer pulled off to the side of the road, darkness surrounding us entirely. There weren't any other cars around, and it was silent in the car before I bit my lip, and started to speak.

“Did I.. offend you?” I ask, cautiously. No reply. I try again. “Why did we stop?” I add, trying to test the waters with him to see what he was thinking at that moment. 

“I thought I could wait before we got to your place, but I need to know now.” He replied, a sudden urgency in his voice. He turned towards me, watching me with a dark, intense gaze, similar to the one he'd given me in class that day. “Do you want me? Am I reading this wrong with you? Because if I am, we can completely forget it and I can drop you home but (Y/N)..” He paused. He made direct eye contact with me and once again I found myself wanting to swim in those dark eyes of his. “I want you.” He said, his voice low and raspy. 

I didn't give it much thought as I gave into my urges and surged towards his lips the best I could in the car. He responded immediately, bringing me closer with his hands and placing them on either side of my face, moving his lips against mine in a perfected rhythm. I used my fingers to quickly undo my belt, before climbing over the console to sit in his lap, getting closer without our lips disconnected once. He understood my actions and intentions immediately, pulling the seat back so I could rest more comfortably in his lap as we continued to kiss. 

I knotted my hands in his hair, giving an experimental tug which elicited a low moan from his mouth. I grinned against his lips and his hands moved from my face to his hips, bringing my clothed core to rest right against his growing bulge, which I immediately moved against. He let out a sharp breath as I did and broke the kiss. 

“Oh god. I’m sorry.” He said, breathlessly, hands on my hips. “I don’t know what came over me and-” 

He looked almost frantic, and incredibly guilty, so I quickly leaned in for a peck, stopping him mid sentence. I brought my hands to his shoulders to rub them soothingly, and he seemed to relax in my touch. 

“Spencer, calm down.” I say, nearly purring. “I want this.” I continue, rubbing patterns into his arms now. “Please.” 

“You’re Blake’s student.” He murmurs, using one of his hands to run through already messy brown curls. “What am I doing?” He says, almost to himself, looking ready to stop our tryst. 

I realize he was attempting to backtrack from this, and before he could continue his train of thought, I quickly leaned in from my position on his lap to start kissing his neck, trailing wet hot kisses down the column before whispering. “I’m not her student.” 

He pulls away to look at me, biting his lip. “What?” 

“I was her student last semester. I’m her teaching assistant now.” I smirk a little, licking my lips. “Technically not a student of hers.” 

He seemed to take in my words for a moment, and then something in him shifted, and he lunged at me again, kissing me with even more ferocity. He absolutely devoured me, his hands everywhere at this point. Caressing my sides, in my hair, on the small of my back. He brought me closer to him in any way he could, pressing our bodies against each other in a frenzied manner that caused the wetness between my legs to increase tenfold. 

“Wanted you.. as soon as I saw you.” He murmurs against my lips as we caught our breath in between kisses. “Knew it was wrong but..” 

I nodded. I understood. I was the same. 

“Fuck.” I moaned, as I felt the bulge resting below me get even harder. “Spencer, please. Don’t make me wait.” 

“Impatient.” He remarked, smirking, now beginning his own line of kisses down my neck, making me moan in pleasure. 

“Please.” I breathed out, my words being reduced to a squeak as he bit my neck gently, and my eyes fluttered shut. I was melting right in his damn hands, just like he wanted. 

His hands started to work at the buttons on my jeans, and I sighed in relief, lifting up my hips to allow them to be tugged off, leaving me in my underwear. His slender fingers traced the seam, leaving me shuddering with pleasure for the man in front of me. I tried once more, breathlessly murmuring at him.

“Please. Please.” 

“Use your words, baby.” He whispered, a devilish smirk on his face. I was too far-gone to care about what I looked like. I needed him so badly. 

“I need you to fuck me, now.” I say, clearer. “I need it, Spencer.” 

Something about me using his name, nearly moaning for the man when he’d barely touched me stirred something in him, and he started to undo his own slacks, freeing his cock from the confines of his briefs. I watched in fascination as it sprung out, and took in a sharp breath of air. I licked my lips before making eye contact with him, begging for us to get on with it at this point. He nodded, understanding my desperation and I smiled dumbly, beginning to lift my hips. He guided his cock to my heat and placed his free hand on the small of my back, slowly guiding me down his member.

I moaned softly as I felt him enter me, providing me with the most delicious stretch. I threw my head back in pleasure as he brought both his hands to my hips urging me down. 

“That’s it. God, fuck. You feel so good.” He moaned, which only made me want to take more of him. I lowered myself down a bit faster, and he released a heavy groan as his hips met mine. I whimpered slightly, his length filling me up perfectly. A thin sheen of sweat had gathered on my brow and I leaned my forehead, adjusting to his size. 

“You good?” He breathed out, using his hand to brush a piece of hair that had stuck itself on my brow, and I nodded. 

“Yeah, just.” I took a deep breath, before licking my lips, looking up before nodding.

I slowly lifted myself off, letting the head of his arousal nestle in me before I slammed back down, eliciting moans from both of us. He began to match my movements in tandem, thrusting up into me wildly. I held onto his shoulders, burying myself in his neck as we went faster. I could feel his tip hitting my cervix every time, causing me to cry out with pleasure every single time. 

I felt my orgasm rapidly approach, and Spencer seemed to sense this as well, considering the involuntary clenches I was giving around his cock. He let his hand slip down to where our bodies met and rubbed tight, fast circles around my clit, encouraging my release. 

“Come on, pretty girl. Come all over my cock. You can do it.” He breathed out, watching my every move with a hunger I'd never experienced before.  

It took a few more thrusts from him, combined with the insistent fingers at my bundle of nerves before my thighs began shaking, and I let out a chorus of moans, most of them sounding like strangled versions of his name as I coated his cock in my wetness, spurring him on to go faster inside me, bucking into me like a man possessed. 

He continued to jut into me wildly, until I felt him finish inside me, coating my walls with his release. He breathed shakily, holding me close to him as I slumped over his shoulder, my chest heaving up and down as I came down from the intensity of the previous moment. 

He affectionately removed me from his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss to my lips, the tenderness and gentleness in his actions contrary to what we had just done. I pulled back with a dazed smile, taking in how pretty he looked. 

“If it’s alright, I’d love to take you out for coffee sometime.” He said, still a bit breathless, and a shy smile appeared on his face.

I giggled. He was literally still inside me, and was asking me out on a date with a boyish nervousness that made him even harder to resist. 

“For you Dr Reid? Anything.” 

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[sailorholly]

Yes, Sir

Summary: Professor Reid has had enough of your attitude in class.

Pairings: Professor Spencer Reid x F. Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Professor - student dynamic. Age gap. Spanking.

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“Do you have to contradict everything I say?” Your professor, Dr. Reid asks you, running his hands through his unruly hair. This had been your favorite class when Professor Blake was here. She was your favorite teacher, more than that, she was like a mother to you. She took you under her wing, spending time with you outside of class to share her infinite wisdom.

You had met Dr Reid before. He was a guest lecturer for Alex many times. You didn’t hate him then. But, he was the reason that she left to take a full time teaching job in Boston. He had gotten shot and nearly died. Something about him reminded her of her own son, Ethan. It was too triggering for her so she left the BAU, and consequently you.

So you took out all your frustration with the situation on him. When he replaced Alex, you decided to make his life hell. Sure, it wasn’t entirely his fault that she left. But you blamed him anyway. You went out of your way to argue with him. Most of the time, you would give a false opinion just for the sake of arguing.

Today, you went too far. He ended class early, sending everyone out, everyone except for you. You were an adult, you shouldn’t be acting this childish, but you couldn’t help it. “You were a huge distraction today. Arguing with me, playing with your hair, wearing outfits you know are inappropriate for school.” You look down at your short skirt and low cut top. He was right, you did know it was inappropriate. But you liked the way he looked at you when you wore it. His brown eyes darkening with every step you took.

“I didn’t realize you found me distracting, Professor.” You lie, taking a step toward him. Spencer’s breath hitches when you stop directly in front of him. “Let me make it up to you.” You place your hand on his slacks, dangerously close to the bulge threatening to burst out of his zipper.

His breath hitches as you drop to your knees. You make quick work of his pants and underwear, letting them pool around his ankles. You wrap your hand around his length. He says your name like a warning. When you swirl your tongue around the head, he forgets any hesitation he might have had.

His large hands tangle in your hair as you take him all the way in, stretching your jaw wide to accommodate him. He fucks your mouth relentlessly, drool pooling out of your open mouth and down his leg.

“Get up.” He commands, letting go of your hair. You stand as he takes in your disheveled appearance. Your hair is a mess from him holding it so tightly. Your shirt rides lower, your skirt is crumpled, appearing shorter. He takes his tie off, bringing your hands together in front of you, he uses it to tie your hands together. Spencer pulls the cups of your bra down, along with your shirt. The cool air in the room makes your nipples harden. He takes a pebbled peak between his lips, tongue swirling.

You reach for him, desperate to touch him. He immediately stops to raise your restrained hands above your head. “You don’t get to touch me, do you understand?” He looks at you sternly waiting for your reply. “Yes, sir.” You answer trying to keep your arms up. He smirks, clearly loving his new moniker.

“Say it again.” “Yes, sir.” You say louder this time. “Good girl.” He spins you around, bending you over his desk. Papers scatter on the floor as you land on the desk. He lifts your skirt, “No panties? Fuck.” He runs a hand through his messy curls. “I think you need to be punished for how you acted today and every day this semester in my class.” His large hand makes contact with your ass as he spanks you. “Count.” He commands, his hand coming down once again.

“Two!” You cry out, loving the way he’s making you feel. Your arousal drips down your legs as he spanks you again. “Three.” You wish your hands weren’t tied so you could hold onto the desk to steady yourself. Smack. “Four!” “Do you think you’ve had enough?” “Yes, sir.” “Hmm, I think you might need one more.” Smack. “Five!” You cry. He stops, looking at his handprint on your ass.

He reaches around you, dipping a finger into you. “You loved that. Didn’t you, my little slut” “Yes, sir.” You smile, turning your head to look at him. His dark eyes are clouded with lust. He swirls a quick circle on your clit before thrusting into you. The sound of his heavy breathing and the desk scooting from his forceful thrusts fill the room.

“You’re taking me so well.” He coos. His words make you clench around him. “God, you’re so tight.” Nothing has felt better than his weight on top of you, his cock dragging deliciously inside you. Spencer’s teeth sink into the sensitive skin on your collar bone as his thrusts grow sloppy. He finishes inside you with a grunt.

He pulls out, lifting you from his desk and turning you around. He loosens his tie from your wrists, kissing them as he frees them. “Are you going to behave in my class from now on?” He asks as you rub your wrists. “Yes, sir.” You beam. “Good girl. If you keep your promise, next time I’ll let you cum.”

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Christopher Eccleston is joined by Alex Kingston in Star-Crossed, a brand-new box set of full-cast audio dramas from Big Finish Productions, due for release in May 2024. 

For the final release in the current series of The Ninth Doctor Adventures, the Time Lord with a war-torn past meets a very important woman from his future. 

Alex Kingston first played Professor River Song in Steven Moffat’s 2008 Doctor Who TV episode Silence in the Library, and since then the assassin-turned-archaeologist has met many incarnations of the Doctor – though not in the right order. 

It’s finally time for her to say “Hello, sweetie” to her husband’s ninth incarnation, as the two of them embark on three adventures together. They visit a planet in thrall to a dating app, an intergalactic bank with a catastrophic glitch, and a raging maelstrom. Fantastic! 

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Christopher Eccleston said: "Returning to the world of the Doctor has been a great experience precisely because it has allowed me to re-explore my interpretation of the character and how he interacts with the many extraordinary beings he encounters along the way. Alex’s River was one such character and this was an interesting, challenging and enjoyable encounter for the Doctor too.” 

Alex Kingston said: “This is the first time that I’ve had an opportunity to work with Chris's Doctor. It’s a challenge for River to step into his interpretation and navigate it. He’s got a different energy to any of the other Doctors – she has to work harder to engage him, to get through to him, which is great fun.” 

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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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[fannish-jam]

I am only three episodes into season eight and I have already adopted the autistic Alex Blake headcanon.

Let me explain:

Firstly, her first moment in the show is her explaining the etymology of the term 'nice'. it is established that she is a linguistics professor, but nobody who is neurotypical begins with that.

her general demeanour is quite monotonous. I don't think I have seen any of the team's replacements have a very limited arsenal of facial expressions- even Prentiss, who replaced Greenaway, has a wider range of expressions than Alex Blake.

in s08e03, when Reid is explaining the different criteria between Asperger's (*gag*) and "classical autism" Blake leans back and asks him, "Well, how about you?" to me, this implies that she can tell that Reid is autistic (which at this point isn't even subtext it just plain ole text!) or that she has been assessed before (that is just my theory.)

same episode, after she apologises to reid for insulting him, Blake tells him how she prefers people being straightforward instead of sensitive and skirting around the situation, to which Reid agrees by saying how he is the same way.

this is just my interpretation and I will expand upon it the more I watch this season. so far, I really like dr Blake!

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Love Comes Quietly Ch 2

Eventual Alex Blake x reader warnings: mentions of usual CM case work/violence, mentions of alcohol.

Alex’s phone buzzed the next afternoon, a smile gracing her cheeks when she picked it up to see the message from an unsaved number, realizing it was you.

‘Woke up to an email from Prentiss, your word travels fast.’

‘Only for the best. Good luck. Let me know if you need to pick my brain for anything, I’m always open for help.’

‘You’re a gem. Have a safe flight home.’

You signed it off with a smiley face that made Alex smile, tucking her phone back into her pocket and continue on about her day. She had an open weekend to explore Boston and she wasn’t going to let that go to waste.

*

Alex was back in DC before she knew it, settling right back in at the BAU and unsurprisingly, she didn’t even have time to unpack before it was wheel’s up and they were off on a case. It was back up the coast she went, though this time the jet landing in New York City. There was brief chatter on the ride up about the rumours of the team getting a new agent, knowing that Emily was in the midst of doing interviews, and the chatter exploded when Alex mentioned she had met one of them already. It was one question after the other rapid fire style as she explained with a laugh that she’d only just met you and got as much of a read as she could over a few hours but honestly didn’t know that much. She did mention that she did really like you and thought you’d fit in well with the rest of the team though.

“Is she also a Professor?” Spencer asked, leaning forward in his seat, his attention fully on Blake.

“Better question is what was she drinking? Could she handle a whiskey night?” Rossi asked with a grin.

“Y’all are missing the main point.” Derek smirked, “she single? You have a picture?”

That earned him a swat on the head with the case file in Emily’s hand as she wandered back from the front of the jet.

“Would you hold off on the interrogation until I’ve actually hired someone?” She asked with a groan, “and believe me, I’m pretty sure she’s not interested in you, even if she is single.”

“How would you know that?” Derek asked with a scoff as she took a seat across the aisle.

“Who do you think is on the one doing the interviews?”

“Do you really have to ask those kind of questions in an interview? I mean, is that appropriate?” Reid asked, his brow furrowing and Emily let out a sigh.

“Personal relationships are something that they don’t have to comment on and I’m not really supposed to ask so its part of the pre or post small talk, but I prefer to know if someone’s married, if they have kids. It doesn’t sway my opinion on hiring at all, it’s just nice to know. Especially for someone like Murphy who’d be moving to a completely new state.”

“The question remains…. Is she single?” Derek raised a brow and Alex chuckled.

“You’re gonna have to give it up Morgan, she’s not into men.”

“I knew it!” Emily gasped, “oh I just knew it!”

“You really picked that up from just a phone call?” Derek asked with a laugh and Emily shot him a look.

“It’s like a sixth sense. We just know.” She turned back to Alex, “it drove me a little crazy all week, I was debating asking you if you knew but I didn’t wanna overstep.”

“Oh I knew.” Alex chuckled, “she seems to be pretty open about it, I don’t think she minds it being public knowledge.” Emily surveyed her for a moment, her head tilting as she examined the other woman.

“Did you two…?”

“Emily!” Alex laughed, a scoff taking over her face, “I was staying with James! I’m not that rude of a house guest. And no. When I say we clicked instantly I mean platonically, like we were best friends in a past life.”

“Waste of an opportunity, she’s a babe.”

“Oh come on!” Derek finally chimed in, leaving the other two women laughing.

“Calm down Morgan.” Emily teased, “I haven’t even hired her yet.” She turned back to Alex, “you know, it’s a shame he knows already. Would’ve been fun to see how long he would’ve kept hitting on her until she finally said something.”

“Oh that would’ve been too fun.” Alex smirked across at him, “she probably would’ve gotten a couple free dinners out of it.”

“You guys are just plain mean.” Derek shot back, picking up his head phones in an attempt to ignore them the rest of the flight.

Alex and Emily simply chuckled in return, picking up the case files in front of them.

*

They spent three days in New York chasing leads around Manhattan until they finally managed to catch the unsub in the far too early hours of Saturday morning. Emily insisted paperwork could wait until actual office hours, sending the team back to the hotel in the meantime. She was also insistent on them taking one more night in the city, both to help wind down and because the jet needed to refuel before it would be flown out to pick them up.

Insomnia and adrenaline got the best of Alex, tossing and turning for a few hours in the hard hotel bed before she gave up, flicking the television on to distract herself. She was at the precinct bright and early, second only to Emily, who by the looks of things also hadn’t actually slept. It was silently that the other woman poured out a fresh mug of coffee and slid it across the table as Alex pulled up a chair. She quickly worked through the required paperwork, letting out a sigh when she realized her mug was empty. She made the trip to the break room to refill it, but once back at the table she took a sip and let out a groan, glancing up at Emily.

“I cannot drink this shit anymore. There’s a shop around the corner, you mind if I take a quick break?”

“Blake, you’ve been here hours longer than anyone else, just take the half day.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” Emily laughed in return, “only reason I’m still here is cause I’m waiting on everyone else’s paperwork.”

“Oh thank god.” Alex replied, “thank you.”

Gathering her things she was quick to leave the precinct, wandering down the street debating if she was going to hit up the coffee shop originally planned or explore something else now that she had the rest of the afternoon. In a last second decision she crossed the street to the café, figuring maybe a coffee boost was all she needed, pulling open the door as the bell rang over her head. It was relatively empty inside, a couple of people sitting at tables with laptops or text books out, an elderly couple waiting for their drinks at the pick up station and a woman not much younger than herself up at the counter. It was only when the woman turned around that her eyes grazed up the legging and hoodie clad body to realize it was you.

“Alex?” Your brow furrowed for a moment.

“Y/N?” A smile broke out on her cheeks as the two of you quickly stepped together for a hug without even thinking about it, “what’re you doing here?”

“In town with some friends.” You shrugged, tucking a bottle of water under your arm, “I take it you’re here about that string of acid attacks?”

“You would be correct.”

“How’s that going?”

“Caught the guy last night.” She replied with a tired smile, “well, this morning rather.”

“Explains the midday pick me up then.”

You teased and she laughed, watching the way you spun around at the sound of your name being called from the pick up station and you moved out of the way so she could order. It was clear you hadn’t been planning on running into anyone, aside from the lazy, comfy clothes (that she wished she could be wearing in that moment) your hair was tugged up into a messy bun, it looked like you still had last night’s mascara on and there were sunglasses on the top of your head despite it being the middle of October. She ordered a large flat white and opted to add on a house made French toast bagel, considering she was in New York after all. She couldn’t help but chuckle when she joined you at the pick up station, the water bottle still tucked under your arm, coffee in one hand that you were currently drinking out of, and some kind of juice or refresher in the other.

“Got enough to drink there?” She teased and you practically scowled.

“Hydration.” You gestured to the water under your arm, “caffeination, flavoured hydration.” A pause while the barista called your name again, placing a bagel wrapped up on the counter for you to pick up after you transferred both drinks into one hand, “sustenance.”

“Late night, I take it?” She smirked, watching you miraculously open the bagel with one hand before taking a bite.

“Don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Grab a table before you drop something. I’ll stay and eat with you.” She chuckled. Though before you got the chance the bell above the door chimed once again and she turned toward the noise, her eyes widening at the sight of Emily entering the café. “Oh please don’t tell me something already came up?”

“No.” The other woman replied with a slight huff, “you put the idea of a good coffee in my brain and I couldn’t get rid of it.” She replied, walking up to the two of you, “who’s your friend?”

“Agent Prentiss?” You asked, your brow furrowing slightly, recognizing her voice from the phone interview previously.

“Oh shit!” She gasped in realization, “you must be y/n!” She stuck her hand out and Alex was impressed once again as you managed to shuffle everything around in order to shake it without dropping anything. “I thought you were Boston based. Sorry,” she suddenly winced with a small laugh, “that wasn’t exactly professional.”

“I am.” You replied with a soft laugh, “and it’s fine. Not exactly here for work, obviously.” You gestured down to your outfit the best you could with no hands.

“Hey…” Emily started, “if you’re here.. and I’m here why don’t we just do the in person interview today? Save you a flight out to DC?”

“Uh… Agent Prentiss… to be blunt? I am violently hungover right now.” You admitted and Alex barked out a laugh, “like, we’re talking I rolled out of bed fifteen minutes ago. Haven’t even showered, still covered in glitter under this hoodie.”

“Girls trip?” Emily asked.

“Bachelorette party weekend.”

“Ah.”

“And considering it was male strippers last night? My choices were to either bleach my eyes or get drunk enough to hope I’d be able to forget it.” Both of them grimaced at that, Emily pulling a face of absolute disgust.

“I’m not the hungover one and I’m pretty sure I just threw up in my mouth.”

“Yeah.” You laughed, “so I’m not sure if my brain is exactly prime interview ready right now.”

“I mean, the in persons are probably the easiest.” She offered, “I usually just have people run through a case and build the profile on their own and see what their findings are compared to ours.”

“I might be able to handle that.”

“How about…” she dug into her back pocket for a minute, pulling out a business card, “I let you get some caffeine into your system, maybe a shower so you feel more like a human and then you can call me? We’re here ‘til two tomorrow. Not that I want to intrude on your vacation!”

“Please.” You laughed, “if it gets me away from having to see any more penis confetti or straws, I’ll gladly take it. And the girls can’t complain if I can actually say it’s work.” You managed to take the card from her, slipping into the pocket of the hoodie.

“I’m honestly amazed you haven’t dropped anything yet.” Alex commented, pulling laughs from both you and Emily.

“She’s one of us that doesn’t need a bag.” Emily cut in with a grin, “pockets are all you need.”

“Exactly.” You laughed, “purses are the worst! I have two perfectly good hands! Okay, I’m gonna go hydrate and caffeinate, I’ll call you in a bit?”

“Are you close by?”

“Yup, Hilton just around the corner.”

“You have your creds on you?”

“Yeah.”

“Just come by the precinct whenever you’re ready. I’ll be there til five.”

“Okay.” You nodded, glancing back to Alex, “guess I’m not eating in. We could grab dinner? There’s an amazing Mexican place a couple blocks away.”

“That sounds great.” She smiled.

“You’re more than welcome to come too.” You offered to Emily, “but if the interview goes terribly you’re footing the bill.” Emily laughed,

“I like you already. We’ll see how long it takes my team to finish up.”

“Kay.” You smiled, doing your best to give a little wave, “I’ll see you later.” With a wave from the other two women the bell above the door chimed and you vanished from the café. Emily turned back to Alex with a smirk on her lips.

“Blake, I swear to god if you don’t hit that…”

“Are you gonna order your coffee!?”

“Oh… right.” Emily turned away with a chuckle, placing her order before joining Alex at one of the smaller tables, placing down a cup of coffee and a container of yogurt. “You know I’m not trying to actually pressure you into anything, right?”

“I know.” She replied with a chuckle, “you just find extreme entertainment by torturing others.”

“I’d say torture is pushing the bill a bit. You’re single now, you should be out having fun. I’ve gotta live vicariously through someone and it sure as hell isn’t gonna be Morgan.”

“If I remember correctly, you’re single?” Alex commented with a cocked brow.

“Married to the job.” She replied, eating a spoonful of yogurt.

“So why aren’t you asking her out then?”

“If I hire her, I’m her boss. If I don’t, a; I look like an asshole and b; we’re living in different states. Besides, as cute as she is, she’s not my go to type. And you got to her first.”

“Emily…” Alex warned, letting out an exasperated sigh. The other woman’s eyes narrowed, examining her for a moment and she rolled her eyes, sometimes she hated the fact that she worked with and thus was friends with, so many profilers.

“Are you nervous because you’ve never fully been with a woman before?”

“I have enough experience with women, both pre and post marriage.”

“Good.” Emily murmured over the rim of her coffee, “because I don’t want to have to coach you through that.” Her eyes gleamed with the tease as she grinned across the table and Alex tossed a balled up napkin in her direction as they both laughed.

“Would never have crossed my mind to even ask.”

“I could give you some excellent toy recommendations though.”

“Prentiss I’m not having this conversation in public or without alcohol.”

Emily’s laugh was interrupted by her phone going off on the table top and she frowned as she picked it up, eyes scrolling through the text.

“New case?”

“No, it’s Reid. Victims parents want to talk me specifically.” With a soft sigh she pushed up from the table, tossing the empty yogurt into the trash and picking up her coffee, “I’ll see you later.”

*

As it turned out, your interview went far better than you could have expected considering the brain fog you were still battling off. Though you knew Emily had to be cutting you some amount of slack, the entire thing was far more casual than what you were prepared for. You were sure some of that was due to it being the end of her current case and nearing the end of the day, the precinct bare but those required to work the weekend shifts.

Emily found herself drawn to you practically immediately, even more so than over the phone and she understood what Alex had been talking about. Something had clicked that day, whether it was in the coffee shop or later on, she knew that she liked you and that you’d make an absolutely perfect addition to her team. Even with the hangover you managed to put together a perfect profile in a short amount of time, and never once grimaced at any crime scene photos or unsubs histories. By the time five o clock hit she knew she was hiring you, though she didn’t say anything, it technically still had to go through the brass. She unfortunately ended up getting roped into consulting on a local pd case and said goodnight to you before you left the precinct to text Alex about dinner.

Alex was more than happy to see you in high spirits after your afternoon, excited that things had gone so well. She also knew in that moment that she could forever trust your food recommendations, the place you’d chosen for dinner was beyond incredible and she’d wished it was in DC instead of New York. If she was ever back in the city, there was no doubt she’d be returning. There were a few moments she couldn’t help but tease, suggesting a tequila flight that you instantly gagged at, glaring at her from across the table, a margarita was the perfect hair of the dog, nothing more.

Similar to the evening in Boston she couldn’t help but feel like she was on a cloud around you, that you’d known each other for a decade already and if she had asked you would’ve said that you felt the same. There was absolutely no way that the universe hadn’t intended for the two of you to meet, to be friends. Three meetings by absolute fluke already, there was no doubt in Alex’s mind that you would be showing up on the steps of the BAU within a couple of weeks. You were destined to be in her life.

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What's the word again?

GIF by @storiesofsvu2-0

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

[cissyenthusiast010155]

Cards on the table pt. 3? :')

Absolutely! Thanks for requesting it 🥰 Got some inspiration from one of @your-dungeon ‘s posts about spicy time over the phone… 🤭 Hope you Enjoy!

Cards on the Table Ch 3: We Can Make Long Distance Work ~Professor Alex Blake xFem Professor!Reader

Link to Ch 1 & Ch 2

Mommy… Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, fuck buddies, phone sex, masturbation, fingering, neediness, etc.

Enjoy (;

Since Friday night, you had immediately noticed a change in Alex’s gate as well as her overall manner. That night had been fucking amazing for you both.

And the two of you met up as much as you could. But it proved difficult with Alex’s job at the university as well as her work with the FBI.

One evening, you were lounging on your couch when you got a phone call… It was Alex. She had been gone for nearly a week on one of her cases, and you were most definitely looking forward to your reunion. You answered.

“Hey Alex!” You chirped, excited that your fuck buddy was coming home tomorrow.

Alex sighed on the other side of the phone.

“What’s up?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I will be gone for a few more days…” she sighed, exhaustion apparent in her tone.

“Oh. That’s alright, it’s not like I won’t be here when you get back.” You tried to lighten the mood with your playfulness.

But Alex wasn’t in the mood.

“How was you day…?” You gently asked.

Another long sigh came from the phone.

“Long. Hard. Busy. I only just now got back to my hotel room, and I’m so tired that I simply collapsed on the bed…” she huffed.

“Hey, at least you have a room to yourself this time, right?”

No response. Then you heard a faint noise.

“Alex?”

“M’mmmm… Right sorry, yea! I have a room to myself…” Alex said.

“I’m sorry your day was so long… I wish you were here with me so I could take care of you…”

Now you got a gasp in response.

“Alex, are you okay?”

Her response was something that sounded an awful like a muffled whimper. Suddenly, it clicked.

“Oh my god…” you chuckled.

“M’mmmm…?” Alex hummed, but it sounded a bit too much like a moan.

“Are you touching yourself?” You giggled, “To my voice?”

The thought made you snake your own hand down your pants and had your fingers circling your clit.

Suddenly, all sounds stopped.

“Aww Baby, don’t be shy now.” You breathily husked, “Let me hear just how much you need me… how desperate you’re getting for my voice…”

Now the sounds were back again. Whimpering… light moans…

“Oh God, Y/N, don’t stop…!” Alex groaned.

“Fuck that’s it… Are you curling your skilled fingers inside yourself, wishing they were my own…?” You lustfully moaned, dipping two of your own fingers into your aching cunt.

“Yes yes GOD yes!!” Alex moaned, “Need you so bad, baby…”

“You have my voice…” You husk, “God, I can imagine you sprawled out on the hotel bed, speedily finger fucking your aching pussy and kneeding those delicious tits of yours…”

A guttural moan left Alex’s throat.

“The thought is making me so wet… Fuck…” you groaned.

“Are you… are you touching yourself…?” Alex let out in gasps, reaching her climax rather quickly now with your help.

“Yessss…” you hissed.

A guttural groan left Alex’s lips, as she came all over her fingers and the bed.

“I’m stuffing my cunt full with my fingers, imagining they are yours, pounding into me relentlessly…FUCK Alex!!” you cried out, cumming all over your own fingers as well.

The next few seconds were filled with labored breathing from both of you.

“We need to meet when I get back.” Alex panted, breaking the silence.

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” You panted.

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Alex Blake nee. Miller Masterlist

#cards on the table series #agent alex blake #alex blake x you #alex blake #alex blake nee miller smut #agent alex blake smut #alex blake smut #agent alex blake née miller #alex blake nee miller xreader #alex blake nee miller #alex blake x reader

[storiesofsvu]

#criminal minds #alex blake #jeanne tripplehorn #my gifs #if she was my professor i would simply combust

[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

[notasedgyasidliketobe]

Still on my criminal minds rewatching bullshit and let me tell you the pronunciation of the word Zugzwang is absolutely killing me. If you’re gonna use a word 489 times per minute at least give the actors some sort of briefing. You’re telling me that boy genius Spencer Reid doesn’t know how to pronounce this chess term, LINGUISTICS PROFESSOR Alex Blake can’t say this simple german word?!?!? WHAT is that????

Emily Prentiss wouldn’t have let me down like this, i miss her

#criminal minds #it’s pain waiting for her to come back #emily prentiss #alex blake #spencer reid

[poisonously-alluring-sev]

Snape Preference ~ Books He Recommends

Severus Snape Masterlist

Context You ask him for something good to read and he gives you a pile of books he thinks you'll enjoy. (This is excluding the obvious amount of potions and herbology books he probably has)

The Secret History by Donna Harett Under the influence of a charismatic classics professor, a group of clever, eccentric misfits at a New England college discover a way of thought and life a world away from their banal contemporaries. But their search for the transcendent leads them down a dangerous path, beyond human constructs of morality.

The Resurrectionist: The Lost Work of Dr. Spencer Black by E. B. Hudspeth

Philadelphia, the late 1870s. A city of gas lamps, cobblestone streets, and horse-drawn carriages—and home to the controversial surgeon Dr. Spencer Black. The son of a grave robber, young Dr. Black studies at Philadelphia's esteemed Academy of Medicine, where he develops an unconventional hypothesis: that the mythological beasts of legend and lore—including mermaids, minotaurs, and satyrs—were in fact humanity's evolutionary ancestors. And beyond that, he wonders: what if there was a way for humanity to reach the fuller potential these ancestors implied?

Masters Of Death by Olivie Blake

There is a game that the immortals play. There is only one rule: Don't lose.

The Maidens by Alex Michalides Edward Fosca is a murderer. Of this Mariana is certain. But Fosca is untouchable. A handsome and charismatic Greek tragedy professor at Cambridge University, Fosca is adored by staff and students alike—particularly by the members of a secret society of female students known as The Maidens.

What Moves The Dead by T. Kingfisher When Alex Easton, a retired soldier, receives word that their childhood friend Madeline Usher is dying, they race to the ancestral home of the Ushers in the remote countryside of Ruritania.

What they find there is a nightmare of fungal growths and possessed wildlife, surrounding a dark, pulsing lake. Madeline sleepwalks and speaks in strange voices at night, and her brother Roderick is consumed with a mysterious malady of the nerves.

Murder Your Employer by Rupert Holmes Who hasn't wondered for a split second what the world would be like if a person who is the object of your affliction ceased to exist? But then you've probably never heard of The McMasters Conservatory, dedicated to the consummate execution of the homicidal arts. To gain admission, a student must have an ethical reason for erasing someone who deeply deserves a fate no worse (nor better) than death. The campus of this "Poison Ivy League" college—its location unknown to even those who study there—is where you might find yourself the practice target of a classmate...and where one's mandatory graduation thesis is getting away with the perfect murder of someone whose death will make the world a much better place to live.

Botanical Curses & Poisons: The Shadow-Lives of Plants By Liz Inkwright In both history and fiction, some of the most dramatic, notorious deaths have been through poisonings. Concealed and deliberate, it's a crime that requires advance planning and that for many centuries could go virtually undetected. And yet there is a fine line between healing and killing: the difference lies only in the dosage! In Botanical Curses and Poisons, Fez Inkwright returns to folkloric and historical archives to reveal the fascinating, untold stories behind a variety of lethal plants, witching herbs, and fungi. 

Dracula by Bram Stoker Irish author Bram Stoker introduced the character of Count Dracula and provided the basis of modern vampire fiction in his 1897 novel entitled Dracula. Written as a series of letters, newspaper clippings, diary entries, and ships' logs, the story begins with lawyer Jonathan Harker journeying to meet Dracula at his remote castle to complete a real estate transaction. Harker soon discovers that he is being held prisoner, and that Dracula has a rather disquieting nocturnal life. Touching on themes such as Victorian culture, immigration, and colonialism, among others, this timeless classic is sure to keep readers on the edge of their seats! Now available as part of the Word Cloud Classics series, Dracula is a must-have addition to the libraries of all classic literature lovers.

A Deadly Education by Naomi Novik I decided that Orion Lake needed to die after the second time he saved my life.

Everyone loves Orion Lake. Everyone else, that is. Far as I'm concerned, he can keep his flashy combat magic to himself. I'm not joining his pack of adoring fans. I don't need help surviving the Scholomance, even if they do. Forget the hordes of monsters and cursed artifacts, I'm probably the most dangerous thing in the place. Just give me a chance and I'll level mountains and kill untold millions, make myself the dark queen of the world.

Hope you enjoyed this quick idea I had. Also, all of these books are amazing and I 100% recommend all of them!

#no snape hate #if you hate on this blog i will end you #safe blog #no hate #safe snape blog #snape #safe place #sev #no antis #severus snape #safe for snape #safe blog for snape #professor snape #preferences #severus snape one shot #one shot #severus snape love story #severus snape art #severussnape

[howlingday]

O don't even know if you made this au but

Jaune Armstrong Au (FMA:B)

Combat class gets a unexpected guest to help with the glass and its this very tall man with a blond mustache and a single hair.....wait why is jaune shaking a bit....why is tye guest taking off his coat....OH LORD HE'S AO RIPPED!

I have not, though I had a similar idea for a fic many moons ago...

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Goodwitch: Settle down, students. Today will be a special presentation brought to us by the Atlesian military. He will be arriving shortly to join us. In the meantime, I would like to explain...

Yang: (Whispering) Atlas? You think Weiss knew about this?

Weiss: (Whispering) I'm right here, and no, I had no involvement in this.

Ruby: If they're from Atlas, they're probably pretty strong- EEK!

???: Miss, I must ask that you refrain from speaking during the lecture. It's very rude and disrespectful.

Ruby: U-Um! I'm sorry!

Goodwitch: Ah, Specialist Armstrong! Please, step down from the bleachers and introduce yourself.

Armstrong: As you wish, Headmistress.

Goodwitch: (Blushes, Adjusts her glasses) D-Deputy Headmistress, please. And professor is just fine, too.

Armstrong: As you wish, Miss. (Walks down, Leaps into the air and lands next to Glynda) OH, WHAT A JOYOUS DAY FOR ME TO BE REUNITED WITH MY DEAR NEPHEW IN HIS OWN CLASS! IT BRINGS TEARS TO MY OWN EYES JUST THINKING ABOUT IT!

Goodwitch: N-Nephew?! Oh, uh, I was unaware you had family here.

Armstrong: Yes, it's true! When I left him last, he was naught more than a child at my shins. (Throws off his uniform) COME HERE, JAUNE ARC, AND GIVE YOUR UNCLE ALEX A HUG!

Nora: WHOA! HE'S HUGE!

Ren: I wasn't aware Jaune had an uncle.

Cardin: How do I get so ripped like him?

Blake: Weiss?

Weiss: Already recording.

Pyrrha: Jaune? Are you okay?

Jaune: (Covering face) Please, god, no...

Armstrong: Now, now, a young man should not be so shy! (Lifts Jaune, Hugs him) OH, HOW I HAVE MISSED HAVING YOU IN MY EMBRACE, MY DEAR NEPHEW!

Jaune: (Hacks, Bones being crushed)

#rwby #rwby au #jaune armstrong au #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #ruby rose #alex louis armstrong #nora valkyrie #lie ren #pyrrha nikos #blake belladonna #cardin winchester #jaune arc

[alexblakegf]

thank you!! I'm LOVING new Alex's content <3 my daydreams are so fueled

i’m so glad your loving the content 🫶🏻

(slightly nsfw)

college professor alex blake

(i struggled to find the perfect pic for these but i could stop thinking about it)

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