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here’s how mistynat can still win

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Matching - October writing challenge day 7

summary: Emily got you a surprise. Well, for the both of you tw: tooth rotting fluff, no smut a/n: this is too sweet you might get sick from just reading it. As always if you want me to keep writing, your reviews are greatly appreciated

The movie sucks, to be honest. You just weren't in the mood for going out to the movie theater, and you were tired, and just, overall, felt like snuggling next to Emily on her couch with Sergio resting on your lap felt like too good of a plan.

So yeah, the movie sucks, but the company can't be matched, and as you rest your head against her shoulder, and the smell of her shampoo is just so sweet, and her arm around you feels just so comfortable, and the way her fingers play with strands of your hair like you're the most delicate thing, you think there might not be a better place in the world.

You snuggle in closer, letting out a content sigh. “I really love nights like this..." you say, almost just wondering to yourself.

"Stay, then" she says casually.

You look up at her, your brows furrowing "Yeah i wish, it's been several nights in a row, and i need clothes Em, I can't keep borrowing yours"

"ok, first of all, that is the stupidest thing I've ever heard you say" she says, and it makes you laugh, she smiles. "And, second of all..." You lean on your arm, sitting up at her hesitation.

There’s a brief moment where she hesitates, like she’s thinking carefully about how to say the next part. She leans in a little closer, her voice softer. “I, uh... I actually got something for you.”

You’re intrigued now, tilting your head as you meet her eyes. “Got something for me? What do you mean?”

"You have to promise not to laugh, ok? it's not a big deal" she says, and now she's starting to scare you.

A little smile tugs at the corners of her mouth, but she looks a bit nervous too. She glances away for a second, before reaching over the side of the couch and pulling out a neatly folded set of clothes. Her voice is casual, but there’s a hint of shyness. “I noticed last time you mentioned wanting more clothes here... so, I got these for you- for us, really, the green one's for me"

You blink in surprise, reaching out to take them from her. As you unfold them, your eyes widen as you notice the matching pattern. Your heart skips a beat, and you can’t help but grin. “Emily... these are matching pajamas?”

You can't hide your excitement, it's one of the sweetest things she has done for you, it's so not Emily that you're so impressed, you would've never expected it.

She clears her throat, trying to stay casual but there’s a slight blush creeping up her neck. “Yeah, well, I thought... it’d be practical. You know, you can still borrow my stuff whenever you want of course, but just so you can have something of yours too.”

She gives a little shrug, as if trying to brush it off. “It’s not a big deal.”

Beaming now, you carefully place the pajamas on the couch beside you and turn fully toward her. Your grin is unstoppable. “Are you kidding me? This is the cutest thing ever! You bought us matching pajamas? Emily!” Your voice is full of excitement, and you can barely contain your happiness.

Her smile softens, but she’s still trying to downplay it, though you can tell she’s pleased by your reaction. “I didn’t think it was that big of a deal... Just thought you’d be more comfortable having something here.” She reaches up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, her touch gentle. “But I’m glad you like them.”

"Ugh!- Emily! You bought a set for yourself too! It is a big deal for me!"

Practically glowing with affection, you move closer to her on the couch, crawling into her lap, straddling her legs. “I don’t just like them, I love them.” You plant a soft kiss on her cheek, then another on the tip of her nose, before pressing a longer kiss on her lips. “You’re so thoughtful... you have no idea how much this means to me.”

She chuckles softly, her hands resting on your hips as you kiss her. She’s clearly enjoying your reaction, though she’s still a little flustered. “You’re acting like I just bought you a car or something. They’re just pajamas.”

You shake your head with a grin, wrapping your arms around her neck, resting your forehead against hers. “No, they’re not just pajamas. They’re matching pajamas. That you bought for us.” You kiss her again, this time lingering a bit longer, savoring the warmth of her lips.

Emily laughs softly against your lips, she pulls you a little closer, her hands sliding up your back. “You really are easy to impress, huh?”

Giggling, you pull back just enough to look into her eyes. “I am when it comes to you.” You place another kiss on her lips, then her jawline, trailing soft kisses down her neck. “You’ve officially spoiled me. I’m going to be so clingy now.”

Her voice is lower now. “Clingy? I can handle clingy.” She tightens her arms around you, holding you close as you continue to pepper kisses along her neck.

Murmuring against her skin, you shift slightly in her lap, wrapping your arms tighter around her. “I’m never going to stop wearing these pajamas when I’m here. You know that, right? Prepare to be matching with me forever.”

She Chuckles softly, she kisses the top of your head, resting her chin there. “I think I can live with that.” Her voice is warm, and you can feel the smile against your hair. "Hey, but this doesn't mean I don't want you to wear my clothes huh?" she adds, more seriously now.

You pull back to meet her eyes "Oh, believe me that's still gonna happen" Emily gives you a consenting nod, you can’t stop grinning as you playfully nuzzle your nose against hers. “You’re too good to me, you know that?”

Emily looks at you, a soft grin tugging at her lips. “You’re acting like I got you something extravagant.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “No, it’s just—this is really sweet. Matching pajamas, Emily? That’s unexpected, in the best way.”

She shrugs, trying to keep it casual, but you can tell she’s pleased. “Well, I didn’t want you complaining about not having clothes here anymore. And maybe I like the idea of us matching.”

You smile wider, leaning in to give her a quick kiss. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Emily rolls her eyes, but she’s smiling. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Oh, I’m definitely getting used to it,” you tease, shifting in her lap. You wrap your arms around her neck, burying your face against her shoulder for a moment before brushing your nose along her jawline, leaving soft kisses on her skin.

Emily lets out a quiet chuckle, her hands gently settling on your hips as you snuggle closer. “You’re making a big deal out of pajamas.”

You shrug playfully, still nuzzling into her. “I just think it’s really cute.” You plant another kiss just below her ear. “And thoughtful.”

She leans into your affection, her grip tightening slightly on your waist. “Well, don’t expect this all the time.”

You pull back just enough to look at her, your lips barely brushing hers. “Too late.” You kiss her once more, lingering this time, before relaxing against her, enjoying the warmth of her embrace as you settle into her lap, arms still wrapped tightly around her.

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to me, jj and emily have two very distinct ways of loving each other, though equally as strong.

emily’s a worshipper, she worships jj. you know pascal’s quote “the heart has its reasons, which reason knows nothing of”? this quote is not about love but religion, but that’s my point: emily’s love for jj is like a religion. she’ll carry on with hope for a sign from jj, she’s content to watch jj from afar if she can be acknowledged by her once in a while, and even if she tries, she can’t get rid of her love the way a believer can’t get rid of their faith. and when she eventually gets with jj, she has to pinch herself every day to make sure she’s not dreaming, because her prayer has fully come to fruition and she has been chosen by her goddess.

jj’s love, on the other hand, is slow, sensible, easy. it grew its roots inside of her very slowly and carefully but it never stopped growing, so that her love for emily became an evidence, a certainty, a constant. it exudes from her every pore because it is deeply rooted inside of her. she doesn’t need to make grand gestures to show her love, it is shown in little amounts all the time. it’s a constant flow, it’s deep, it’s clear-headed, it’s reasonable and that’s what makes it so strong.

and maybe that’s exactly what deep down they both need. emily needs to feel like she’s easy to love, that she’s no trouble, that there’s no need to worry about this love ceasing, that she won’t be given up on.

jj needs to feel like someone would move mountains for her, that she’s special, that she makes a difference, that she’s worth sacrificing for.

and that’s why they’re soulmates.

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jj, tara, and emily are the prime example of a love triangle why are they all obsessed with each other

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How many drawings of these two making out on a couch is too many?

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Overstimulation

pairing: jennifer jareau x cowgirl fem reader

category: smut, fluff

warnings: oral r receiving, overstimulation

word count: 883

summary: jj eats you out and overstimulates you

I shivered as I felt JJ's hands run up and down my thighs as she knelt between my legs. "P-please." I whimpered. She just smiled up at me, kissing my inner thighs, sucking and biting a hickey high up my thigh.

"Where do you want me? Here?" She kissed the inside of my knee. "Here?" She kissed a bit higher up my thigh. "Or maybe...here?" She leaned forward and kissed my stomach.

"N-no."

"Then where do you want me sweetheart?" She stood up and I whined, needing to feel her tongue on me. "Shh. Just relax. Can you scoot back for me a bit?" I nodded and moved back until I was in the middle of the bed, laying down on my back. She laid on her stomach between my legs, spreading them as wide as possible.

"JJ I need you." I whined. She just smirked, placing a kiss to my clit. My hips bucked up from the friction.

"You're so needy my love." She licked a stripe up my slit.

"JJ please." She didn't need me to say another word. She took my clit into her mouth and sucked hard. I bucked my hips off the mattress.

"F-fuck." One hand gripped the comforter while my other hand tightened around her hair. "H-honey please. I'm close."

"Already? Come on Texas...I thought you could hold off longer." She sighed after she detached her lips from my clit with a small pop before circling it with her tongue.

"J-Jayje I'm gonna cum- fuck!" My muscles tensed and my body twitched as I came for the first time.

"Good girl." She let me ride out my high before rubbing my clit with her thumb. My legs twitched from the sensitivity and I tried to close them. "Nuh uh. Keep them open." I whined but did as she told me, trying my hardest to keep them open. When she started using her tongue again it was only a matter of seconds before I came again.

"JJ!" I gripped her hair tightly, bucking my hips up to ride her face. "F-fuck that felt so good."

"We're not done yet." I whined as she immediately got back to work, already feeling the overstimulation set in.

"J-JJ." I bucked my hips to try to get away from her. "It's a lot." She didn't say anything, just kept me in place by grabbing my hips and pinning me down. "Fuck- Jayje." I thrashed around as she got me close to climax again.

"You taste so good." She moaned as I came again, licking all over my folds and my clit. Every time her tongue touched my clit I jolted

"S-stop." I whined. She kept licking at my clit, looking up at me with hooded eyes. "JJ it's too much." She still didn't let up, knowing that if I really wanted to stop I would say the safeword. "F-fuck...Jayje it's too much." She had to put a full arm on my waist to keep me down. "Oh God...JJ I'm so close. Don't stop I need to-" I got cut off with a moan as I came for the fourth time.

She still didn't let up. My hands reached for her head, trying to push her head away from me. "S-stop it's too much." I whined. She raised her eyebrows at me, telling me to use my safeword if I needed it. I whined and thumped my head back against the pillow, forcing my legs to stay open but it was harder than it looked. I tightened my grip on her hair my eyes squeezing shut.

The pleasure was overwhelming. I didn't know if I was going to be able to handle the climax. "JJ...JJ slow down." I lifted my head and looked down at her. She slowed down, thankfully, making my climax less overwhelming.

She stopped that time. After 5 back to back orgasms. I was completely fucked out. She kissed her way back up my body, squeezing my breasts softly. I groaned and rolled my head to the side. "No more."

"No more." She agreed. "Just let me love on you a bit." She kissed my neck softly, full of love. "I love you so much. How do you feel?"

"Completely fucked out. Overstimulation was hot though." She chuckled against my jaw, rubbing her hands up and down my sides. "I love you."

"I love you too." She nuzzled her nose into my cheek. "Shower, cuddles, food?" She lifted off first phase aftercare options. "Tv? Kisses?"

"Cuddles and kisses."

"Can do." She rolled onto her back, patting her chest. I blushed, she knew me too well. Her boobs were my favorite pillows. I rested my head on them and draped my leg over her waist. She pressed a few kisses against my hairline while running her fingertips over my back. I reached for her other hand, wanting to hold hers. "You're so cute, you know that?"

"Mhm." I laced my fingers with her and brought our hands close to my face so I could kiss her knuckles whenever I wanted and so I could cuddle her arm. She kissed the top of my head repeatedly.

"Baby?"

"Hm?" I looked up at her through hazy eyes, feeling the post sex tiredness seep in.

"I love you so much."

"I love you more."

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ciao, bella! - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

summary: you love your polyglot girlfriend TW: smut, oral sex, dirty talk, language kink (i don't actually speak Italian so i apologize for any possible mistakes), hair-pulling, i think that's it A/N: requests are welcome! i still have some drafts to finish first tho. Like and reblog, any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated! <3

The hours seem to pass so slowly when there's nothing you can do.

You're sitting on one of those uncomfortable chairs on that bullpen, a cup of coffee running cold on your hand. Staring at te board with all the names and pictures, you were starting to memorize it.

Morgan and Emily enter the room, the main suspect handcuffed and struggling to get away from Morgan's hard grip. Emily takes er bulletproof vest off to enter the interrogation room, you and Hotch following behind. She happened to be the only one who spoke italian on the team, so this one was hers.

You had profiled the unsub as the classical sexist, misogynist, scared of women over 130 pounds, or like you liked to call them- the unresolved mommy issues type.-

Your girlfriend was gonna eat him up alive, and you could not be more proud.

Morgan and Emily enter the room, he tells him to sit down, which he does seem to understand. Hotch and you watch the scene from the other side of the glass, your eyesnever leave Emiy, she carefully reads the file, in complete silence, making him nervous, until she starts speaking.

You certainly weren't expecting it, although you should've. It wasn't the first time you heard her speak other languages. Arabic, Russian, even Spanish, she always sounded so smooth, mysterious even, but there was just something about this exact moment, the way she challenged him, antagonized him, it was easy to tell she had complete control of the conversation despite that you could not understand a single word of what nether of them was saying.

Your braking point is when they start an argument, you cant really tell what it's about but she shoots from her seat, hitting the table hardly with a strong hand, you excuse yourself. You had to get out of there if you wanted to be able to finish the day.

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it takes you less than a second when she closes the door of your shared hotel bedroom behind herself, to wrap your arms around her waist, connecting your mouth to hers, pushing her body against the door.

"wow, not that I'm complaining but, what's got you all riled up?" she asks, a big smile on her face, the second you separate to catch your breath

"nothing... it's just..." you doubtfully say, her eyes scanning you, going from your eyes, to your lips, back to you eyes, both of you heavy breathing into each other.

"c'mon, spit it out" she says, leaving soft pecks on your lips to get you to talk

"just you, your voice" you confess "you know... when-"

"you like hearing me speak Italian?" she finishes for you, grabs you by your waist, and switches places with you, now she's pushing you against the door, running her hands down your back, reaching your ass giving it a gentle squeeze which makes you jump in your place.

"a little bit" you admit. Emily grins, cocky and gorgeous, she slips her hand into your pants and underwear, running two gentle fingertips up your center, collecting your slit, she shows you her hand, a proud smile on her face, you squirm underneath her touch

"this doesn't look like a bit to me" she kisses your cheek, your neck, you bring your lips to hers, your tongue slipping over her lower lip, in the desperate attempt that she’ll grant you access "Questo è quello che volevi?" you cannot control the moan that escapes your lips, her voice is soft, smooth, it makes you feel things, you kiss her again, this time she complies, granting you access.

She pushes you even harder against the door, her free hand finds its way underneath your shirt, you're not wearing a bra which gives her free access, she lets her fingers dance over your sensitive nipples, your breath becoming quicker with each passing second. “Please, Emily, I-” you got cut off as she sharply took one of her nipples into her fingers and twisted it, the pain quickly turning into pleasure

"what's that? or, should i say che dici?" you can't form any coherent words, you just let out a deep breath, grabbing you by the waist, she forces you onto the bed, her hips aggressively sitting on top of yours

"aww, la mia bambina è nervosa perché le piace che parli italiano?" she's loving the teasing, she loves making you nervous but mostly she loves how worked up she's getting you with only a couple of words.

She placed soft kisses all over your breasts, her lips wrap around your nipple, licking the rosy bud, her teeth softly tugging and nipping the sensitive area, you moan in pleasure.

Finally, she moves her mouth down, placing soft kisses all over your stomach, filling it with butterflies. She unbuttons your pants, aggressively taking off your underwear with them.

Even though you had her exactly where you wanted her, she was still too clothed. You pull on her shirt, hoping to get the message across, as your mind was all nice and fuzzy, she just put her hands up, so you could clumsily remove her shirt, leaving her in her bra and workpants.

"Em, please, just please" you cry desperately for her to finally finish what she started. You moan out as she forcefully shoved a finger up your dripping pussy, licking a strap long of your slit.

"ti piace questo tesoro?" you know you're in for a long ride, now that she knows that you like her Italian, she will be taking advantage of it, not that you're complaining, obviously.

"I don't understand a word of this, but it's working" you say, closing your eyes in pleasure,  your hands pulling on her hair, in a desperate attempt to pull her closer to where you needed her the most.

She was going slow just lapping up your juices, her tongue enjoying the taste of you, how drenched you were. Her lips finally met your clit, licking over the bundle of nerves, sucking the hardened bud.

"Oh fuck, yes baby don't stop" She began fucking you faster and harder, using her fingers, loving the wet sounds your pussy was making around them. Her fingers curled at the perfect spot inside you making your eyes roll back into your head. Her mouth sucking on your clit, her fingers drilling roughly into your pussy was bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Please, Em, I'm going to-"

"andiamo tesoro, puoi venire" you can only assume that's her way of approving, you came all over her mouth, her fingers, she lets you ride your high, and then collapses over you, laying on your side.

You open your eyes and see her laying next to you, playing softly with a strand of your hair, you need to catch your breath before you can return the favour.

"Who would've said that it would only take me speaking Italian to make you this horny ugh?" she asks, a playful grin on her face.

"It's just something about the accent i think, or maybe just the way you sound, i don't know, but you looked so sexy in the interrogation room today" you try to explain

"Well lucky for you, i'm fluent" you move to kiss her lips

"however there's someone else who can also speak Italian, right?" your mouth falls open when you realize what she means "OH! No, Emily! Why did you have to bring Rossi up now? You're ruining it" you close your eyes trying to erase that image from your head, Emily giggles "I'm sorry! C'mon, Scusa, amore mio, ti amo" she kisses you cheek, your lips, your face "Ok that one i know what it means" you hold her face in your hands, trapping her lips between yours, kissing her in return, her voice and herself the only thing on your mind again.

"C'mon baby" you straddle her hips "It's your turn, tesoro"

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But You're Drunk

pairing: jennifer jareau x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: none

word count: 753

summary: you're drunk and wanna have sex but jj says no bc you're too drunk to give consent

request by @pidgeispunk: what about after a night out w the team, r gets pretty drunk and jj has to take care of them, get them home and ready for bed etc. r keeps trying to get jj into if ykwim😏 but jj won’t do anything since r is drunk and doesn’t want to take advantage. r is all whiny and begging, but jj just gets her into bed and to sleep

I pinched JJ's cheeks, wiggling then around with my fingers. "Cutie patootie." I giggled, hiccuping before leaning forward to hug her as tight as I could.

"You think I'm a cutie patootie?"

"Mhm. Cute. You cute. Boobs." I looked down at her boobs and licked my lips.

"Ok baby let's get you home."

"Why?"

"You're drunk."

"What? Nooooo." I laughed and stumbled back a bit.

"I've got her." I heard a familiar voice and turned around. It was Penelope!

"Penelope! Don't you think she's cute?" I pinched JJ's cheeks again and she grabbed my hands, pulling them off of her face.

"Ok baby we're gonna go home."

"She's so funny like this."

"JJ...don't wanna go home." I wrapped my arms around her neck and leaned my full body weight against her.

"But we have to babe." I groaned and the rest was a blur but I think Penelope got me to take one more shot.

When we got home JJ insisted that she undressed me. "Noooo just wanna kiss you."

"Baby I'll kiss you but only after you take off your dress, ok?"

"I can't reach." She sighed and unzipped my dress for me. I made no move to go and grab my pajamas.

"What pajamas do you want."

"Naked."

"You wanna sleep naked?"

"No." I giggled and hopped over to her. "Wanna be naked with you. In bed."

"Baby no." She caught onto what I was saying and quickly shot it down.

"Pleaseeeee. I can be quick. I promise." I jumped on the balls of my feet and almost fell over.

"No."

"Pleaseee." She put a finger on my lips and kissed my forehead.

"You're drunk honey. I'm not gonna have sex with you when you're drunk."

"But whyyyy? I want it."

"You're not in the right mind to give me real consent."

"But I said yes though."

"But you're drunk. It's a no honey. And I'm not going to apologize for it." I whined and jumped up and down stubbornly like a toddler. JJ picked me up and put me in bed. "Stay here honey, I'll be back."

"You said you'd give me kisses though."

"I'll give you kisses after you drink some water." I whined but nodded, waiting impatiently on the bed.

When she came back with water I chugged the whole thing just so I could have kisses. JJ kissed my forehead first, cradling my face in her hands. I whined and pouted, squeezing my legs together. "Pretty please? I'll be good."

"I know you'd be good. You're always good for me baby I know that." I blushed. "You're such a good girl baby. But right now I just need you to go to sleep, ok?" I whined but nodded. I wanted to be good for her.

"I want cuddles though."

"You'll always get cuddles my love." I scooted back until JJ could fit on her side of the bed and then hugged her like a koala. I nuzzled my head into her neck and smiled.

"I love you."

"I love you too." I wiggled around as I tried to find a comfortable position, gently kissing and nipping at her neck to keep myself busy. She giggled and ran her fingers through my hair. "Whatcha doing baby?"

"Not comfortable."

"Want me to spoon you instead?"

"Too hot." She sighed and took the covers off of me. I gave her my best puppy eyes and she shook her head.

"Baby I said no. You have to listen to me, ok?" My bottom lip trembled but I didn't want to cry over this. I hid my face in her neck. My emotions were even harder to regulate when I was drunk. "Hey...hey baby? Are you crying?"

"Mhm." I sniffled against her neck.

"What's wrong? Am I making you feel unwanted right now?" I shrugged.

"Just wanna be close to you."

"You are close to me."

"But in a different way." I whined.

"If I took my clothes off would it make you feel better?" I nodded eagerly and moved off of her a bit so she could strip. Once she was naked I crawled on top of her and used her as my mattress.

"Thank you." I mumbled against her skin.

"Of course." She stroked my back and my hair. "Just tell me if you need anything. There's some Advil on your nightstand for the morning, ok?" I nodded and looked up at her with soft eyes.

"I love you." I mumbled. "I love you so much."

"I love you more."

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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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it just makes jj cry more and emily keeps asking her what she can do it takes her 20 minutes to get to ice cream sandwich which makes jj perk up

i wish i had some! i just have my brain :)

i like to imagine jj mentions a craving in passing at work and emily snaps her fingers at spencer and is just like “go. store. now!”

yes yes yes

also can you imagine if jj discovers that pregnancy makes her dislike cheetos, like she can’t eat them it disgusts her, so she’s having a ridiculous breakdown over this and emily tries to calm her down and she’s like “they weren’t that good to begin with” and jj is super offended or something

[adoringdanvers]

emily is such a “let’s sign her up for kickboxing” mom and jj is like “she’s 5 months old”

bestie BCKDJDKD i love your brain, this is so funny

emily agrees to wait

she signs her up when she’s 2yo

[adoringdanvers]

Please (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Alex hears something you didn't think she would, and decides to confront you

Words: 3k

Warnings: 18+, smut, praise kink, swearing, begging, dom!Alex

Alex Blake was the bane of your existence. Ever since she’d join the BAU you’d been doing your best to keep it inside, to not show her how much you despised her, to not snap at her. You weren’t always successful at that.

She was infuriating. Nothing but smart and capable and so stupidly organised it set your teeth on edge. The perfect agent. And often the one partnered up with you since you were the one missing your partner.

You missed Emily.

Sometime it was like a physical ache, the way the hole she left behind was there. Alex was trying to fit in to it. Forcing herself into the hole. Making everyone forget Emily. Trying to win you over when she was nothing but her replacement.

She would never be Emily.

None of which explained the way your dreams seemed to turn that anger into something else. Still passionate, still fiery, but instead of shouted words it was nothing but screaming her name. So often you woke up able to taste her on your tongue, gasping her name as she drew you closer to becoming undone. It made it hard to look at her those days.

And if sometimes your hand wandered when you were alone at night to the images your brain conjured up, then that was something between you and God.

But now, on a case out in California, you were discovering a new level of hell to Alex Blake. Sharing a room with her was going to kill you. Her side of the room looked as if no one was living there, neat and tidy, and so perfect it set your teeth on edge. In comparison your side was a mess of files and clothes and your bed unmade.

“You’re humming,” she said, into what you considered to be silence.

“Am not,” you replied, not bothering to look up from the file you were reading. Something about it was niggling the back of your brain.

“I can hear you,” she said.

“Then your ears are wrong,” she said.

“There is nothing wrong with my ears,” she said, “I happen to have excellent hearing.”

“Sure, whatever,” you said. You weren’t going to be goaded into the argument she seemed intent on having.

“Do you think I have hearing issues?” she asked.

“Look, can we not do this tonight? Please?” you requested, chancing a glance in her direction.

“Of course,” she replied. You sighed, looking back to the file, “although you started it.”

You weren’t aware of slamming the file close and turning to glare at her. There was that infuriating curl of the lips, just subtle enough for people to miss but it always made you feel as if she was laughing at you. Or taunting you. One or the other.

“For one night could you not be your insufferable self?” you demanded.

“Interesting choice of word there. Insufferable. Do I make you feel as if you’re suffering?” she asked.

“Pretentious fucker,” you grumbled, turning back to your file.

“If you have that much of a problem with me, why did you agree to share a room with me?” she asked.

“I don’t have a problem with you,” you replied.

“Clearly you do,” she said.

“Alright fine. Yes. I have a problem with you. I can’t stand you. I wish you had never joined our team,” you spat, “happy now?”

“If you hate me so much, why do you moan my name in the shower?” she responded.

“I- what?” Panic began to rise in your chest.

“I have excellent hearing, remember.” That frustrating smirk was back in place.

“I don’t moan your name in the shower,” you replied, “and if I did, it’s probably in anger.”

“’Oh god yes Alex just like that. Fuck. Please Alex’,” she quoted at you.

“I never said that,” you replied, but the words sounded horrifyingly familiar.

“You thought I wasn’t in the room last night when you had your shower,” she replied, “but I came back for a file. You weren’t being quiet.”

“No- I…” Your cheeks were on fire.

“It’s rather flattering.” You watched her legs swing off the bed, standing tall, hips practically swinging as she sauntered over to your bed. You scrabbled back, not wanting her to be anywhere near you.

“You’re delusional,” you spat out.

“It makes me think it’s not the first time you’ve done it, either,” she said, “what were you imagining me doing to you?”

“We’re not doing this,” you said, practically falling off the other side of the bed.

“I think we are,” she said, “you don’t get to be antagonistic towards me in public and then touch yourself to the thoughts of me fucking you in private.”

“So now you’re some kind of pervert?” you demanded.

“No, if I was some kind of pervert I would have come into the bathroom and watched you without you knowing,” she said, “instead I thought I’d do the adult thing and ask you about it.”

“And not the reasonable thing like ignoring it?” you asked.

“Not if I want to hear you moaning my name again,” she said.

“You- what?” Nothing about your evening was going the way you expected it to.

“Well, I rather liked the sound of it,” she said, “and I’ve been wondering exactly what you were imagining me doing to make that sound.”

“Are you asking to have sex with me?” you asked.

“If that’s what you were imagining,” she replied.

“We’re not doing this,” you said, shaking your head, “I hate you.”

“Your body language has always said otherwise,” she said.

“Fucking profilers,” you hissed, “I can’t do this.”

“I’ve thought about it.” That damned smirk again.

“What?”

“I’ve thought about exactly how I’d fuck you. Especially after you’d been so argumentative with me. How I’d bend you over a desk and make you beg. How I’d prove how much you want me. How I’d teach you a lesson.” You couldn’t even look at her, the words making your cheeks flame. “Would you like that?”

You hadn’t noticed her rounding the bed, looking at anything but her. With soft fingers, she guided your face towards her, eyes seeking you out.

“I bet you would.”

You grasped her face, pulling her in for a searing kiss. Her hands settled on your hips, pushing you back until you landed back on your bed, bouncing for a moment. She took a slow step, maintaining eye contact, not letting you look away as rejection curled in your chest. Another step, hands on your knees, pushing them apart as she lent down towards you.

“Oh no, sweet girl, you’re not running this show any more,” she whispered, “I am.”

She kissed you all tongue and teeth and you were reminded of every dream and fantasy you’d had of her. You moaned, reaching towards her. She caught your hands, pinning them down to the bed.

“You’ll keep those there or we stop right now and I won’t start again until you’re standing on my doorstep begging me to fuck you,” she said.

You wanted to fight against her, to touch her, to show her she wasn’t in charge but you could see in her eyes how serious she was. Part of you still wanted to move, just to throw it back in her face that she couldn’t control you, but that would be cutting your nose off to spite your face. You kept your hands in place when she drew hers back.

“Good girl,” she said and you hated the way it sent an instant throb between your legs.

She kissed you again, taking her time to explore your mouth. You whined and you felt the way she smiled, clearly enjoying having you already so needy underneath her. It was a fight to keep from touching her, wanting her to fuck you more than to test her.

With practiced hands, she pulled your shirt over your head, drawing back to look at you. You squirmed under the heat of her gaze. Her fingers trailed over the curve of your breast and you arched up, wanting more. Taking pity on you, she cupped your breast, palming it, making you need to take a shuddering breath.

“So pretty,” she murmured, “can’t wait to see all of you.”

You made a small keening noise in the back of your throat as her thumb found your nipple. She smiled, clearly proud of her accomplishment. Her hand disappeared and you pouted until you felt her unhooking your bra, flinging it aside. Feeling her touch on your bare skin was worth it.

Your head fell back as her lips wrapped around a hardened bud. Your fingers clutched at the sheets beneath you, wishing it was her hair. Heat was coursing through your veins, and her body kept you from being able to press your thighs together as you searched for more friction. She sucked, and you couldn’t stop the moan from falling from your lips.

You were a panting mess by the time she drew back, having given attention to both breasts, long enough to make you ready to beg for more. You pressed your lips together to keep from doing just that, still not wanting to give her the satisfaction.

“How’s that, sweet girl?” she asked, “you’re being so good for me. Don’t want to argue with me?”

“Fuck you, Blake,” you panted.

“Someone’s getting fucked tonight, but it won’t be me, sweetheart,” she replied, that infuriating half smile firmly in place.

“We gonna do that later?” you asked.

“I have so many plans for you,” she said, “but that relies on you continuing to be good, doesn’t it?”

You scoffed but her hand was back on your skin and it was making it hard to think. She was watching you, fingers pinching at your nipple, clearly pleased when a curse fell from your lips. You hated how good she was making you feel. You hated how much she was enjoying you being in this position. You hated how much you wanted her.

“Yes,” you finally hissed, if only to have her touching you more.

“Correct answer.”

Her fingers hooked around the waistband of your jeans, not bothering to undo the button or the zip. She pulled them down your legs, kneeling in front of you. She looked up, her tongue dragging along her bottom lip. Your breath caught from how hot you found the view.

Her lips kissed a hot trail up your thigh, grazing over your panty covered core and down the other thigh to your knee. She sat back on her heels.

“Fuck Blake, just fuck me already,” you ground out.

“Patience is a virtue,” she replied.

Her finger brushed across the top of your underwear, taking her time to watch you squirm. You had to bite back your desire to let your anger out again. She was teasing you, probably hoping you’d beg. You weren’t about to do that.

“I’m going to take my time with you, sweet girl,” she said, “really make sure the lesson has stuck.”

She dragged your underwear from your body, cool air hitting heat. Her fingertips were drawing patterns into the skin of your legs as her eyes took their time drinking you in.

“Lie back, sweetheart,” she murmured, “this might take a while.”

Her tongue dragged through your folds and you let yourself fall back against the mattress. A kitten lick to your bundle of nerves had you biting down on your lower lip, not wanting her to know how close you already were. How desperate you were for her touch.

“Taste so good,” she hummed against your cunt, the vibrations only making you buck up against her mouth.

She hooked her hands around your thighs, pulling them even further apart, really putting you on display for her. You couldn’t care, not when she was right there and refusing to give you what you wanted. What you needed, rather. It was a need burning you up from the inside out and she could soothe you. She could put out the fire under your skin.

Her tongue was back on you and your hips snapped up, seeking out more. With strong hands she pushed them back to the mattress and you knew you were wrecked. You didn’t care about fighting her any longer, just chasing your high now.

Your breathing grew shaky as her tongue took its time, exploring you, tasting you, but not giving you enough. You felt breathless, out of control, and your desperation to touch her was mounting. Perhaps she knew. Her hands reached up, tugging on yours until your fingers were threading through your hair, grounding you to her more than to the mattress. The sweet relief was temporary, her tongue back to driving you insane. Your fingers tightened.

Her lips wrapped around your clit, giving a gentle suck, and you moaned her name, long and low into the otherwise silent room. Her chuckle sent a shockwave through your body. You wanted to rut against her but you knew then she’d stop. Just the thought of it had you on the brink of tears. You’d be her good girl until you’d gotten what you wanted.

“Fuck,” fell from your parted lips, “Alex, more. I need more.”

“You know what to say to get what you want, sweet girl,” she replied.

You struggled, knowing what she wanted to hear. You didn’t want to give in. Her finger ghosted over your clit and you had to bite back a frustrated sob. She was looking up at you, watching the struggle pass over your face. Slow circles, never quite touching where you wanted her. You glared at her but she wasn’t giving in. If you held out she would. You were certain she wouldn’t be able to hold out on touching you, not when she was right there.

“Fuck, alright fine,” you ground out after a few minutes passed, feeling like an eternity, “please Alex. Please fuck me.”

“Good girl,” she hummed, eyes lighting up when she saw exactly the effect those words had on you.

You buried your face in the mattress, not able to face her after that. Her finger pushed into you, palm grazing against your clit. You whined, fingers tightening on her hair again. Her lips fluttered along your hip bone before you felt her sucking on the soft skin of your inner thigh. Her finger was slow as it thrust into you and you knew you were about to continue your shame.

“Fuck Alex, please, more. I need-“ You choked on your own desperation, “I need more. Please.”

She added a second finger, her lips leaving your skin before settling between your thighs again. Her tongue was on your clit, her fingers thrusting, faster now. You couldn’t get enough, wanting her everywhere, needing her in a way you weren’t used to. No one else had known exactly how to play your body this way.

Her fingers curled within it and it was like another world had been opened up to you. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your own hand coming up to paw at your breast. She knocked it away, taking over for you as she made your body sing.

“Oh god, yes,” you groaned, “faster, Alex. Please. Faster.”

It was as if you’d found the magic word to make her do what you asked for. She was sucking, her fingers thrusting now at a steady pace, curling and twisting until you were sure you were about to come undone. Your legs began to shake.

“Just like that. Yes. Fuck. Oh god. Alex,” you groaned, your body no longer your own.

She was in control, complete control, and all you wanted was for her to be kind to you and let you come undone. A third finger was added, stretching you deliciously. Her name was like a prayer on your lips and the word please kept slipping out.

A sharp suck had you exploding, stars exploding behind your eyelids. You weren’t sure but you thought you might have screamed her name, pressing her face to your core. She eased you through it, fingers slowing until it was nothing but her tongue cleaning you up.

She sat back, looking up at you, your slick coating her chin. She rose, her fingers trailing over your sweaty skin until she was crawling onto the bed beside you. You felt boneless, following when she pulled you towards her body. You could taste yourself on her tongue and a fire reignited within you. Pressed against her, you realised she was still completely dressed. You pouted, playing with one of the buttons on her shirt. She shifted you until you were both lying back on the bed proper.

“You were so good for me, sweetheart,” she murmured, “you did such a good job.”

“Yeah well,” you replied, voice hoarse, “had to be, didn’t I?”

“You had a choice,” she said, that half smile firmly back in place.

“Not much of a choice,” you muttered.

Her hand stroked through your hair, undoing the tangles she found. Your eyes slipped closed, finding it surprisingly soothing. She pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Now, are you still going to be a brat at work?” she asked.

“Probably,” you replied and her chuckle rumbled through her chest. With your ear pressed to her breast bone, you could feel it. It was a good feeling.

“I suppose the lesson hasn’t quite sunk in then,” she said.

You snorted but didn’t argue.

“All that means is we’ll have to try again,” she said and that had you pressing your legs together again, “tomorrow night.”

“Not now?” you asked, hating how hopeful you sounded.

“Oh no, sweet girl, you’re going to think about the lesson I’m trying to teach you and if you haven’t learned, tomorrow I’ll be working harder to make sure it sticks,” she said.

And she might have been the bane of your existence, but Alex Blake was also the person who ignited your fire. And if that meant you had to push all of her buttons tomorrow, then so be it. You were sure you’d enjoy the outcome.

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[adoringdanvers]

Family trip

[adoringdanvers]

Home (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Sometimes you need something to keep you entertained during faculty events

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: none

Faculty events were always something you dreaded. Not because other faculty members were particularly awful, they were just stuffy events, asking you to care about wine and classic literature and abstract art. You’d grown tired of the pandering to the older men and pretending to care about the politics of the college.

The house was nice, beautiful even, and you knew the wine in your glass was expensive. You’d been nice enough to dress up, putting on a pretty dress and attempting to wrangle your hair into some kind of style. You hadn’t been sure about it. You were feeling even less sure now you were amongst others.

“I know everyone in my department so either you’re here with someone, which I’m hoping isn’t the case, or you’re from a different department.”

You turned away from the window looking out onto the dark backyard. The man in front of you was in a dark turtleneck, tweed jacket over the top, a set of wire rim glasses perched delicately on his nose and a mess of curls falling to his eyes. In another life you might have been charmed by his warm brown eyes and mix of self consciousness and confidence. Now all you saw was someone trying a little too hard for your tastes.

“Both could be true,” you replied, taking a small sip of your wine. No point getting wasted just yet.

“Are they?” he asked.

You shrugged, not willing to give him a clear answer when he was still a stranger. You hadn’t seen him at one of these events before. You could hear the ring of a familiar voice somewhere in the background and you yearned to go to it.

“I’m Daniel, art history,” he said, holding his hand out to you.

You gave him your name as you shook his hand. His skin was pleasantly warm but it wasn’t the kind of heat you were looking for.

“Can I take that to mean you don’t work at the university?” he asked.

“I do,” you replied, “in psychology.”

“Ah, so you already know what I’m thinking,” he said, flashing you a smile of white teeth, just crooked enough to be charming.

“I imagine I do,” you replied. And you were sure you did, if the way he was looking at you was any indication.

“So what’s someone from the psychology department doing at a humanities’ function?” he asked.

“Have you ever heard the phrase opposites attract?” you asked. Over his shoulder you saw a sweep of brown hair, a familiar hand holding a wine glass with a grace you’d never quite managed to find, that voice still there in the background.

“I have,” he replied, eyes twinkling behind glass.

“Perhaps I’m looking to see how true that is,” you said, leaning towards him. You couldn’t help but feel playful. Too bad for him, it wasn’t for his benefit.

The look of delight was unmistakable on his face and you would have felt bad if it weren’t for the way you could see a few other women eyeing him up. He’d find consolation in the arms of someone else that night. He’d be fine.

“Are you looking for subjects for this experiment you’re running?” he asked, talking a half step towards you.

“I do love a man who volunteers,” you replied.

“Am I volunteering?” The cheeky grin he was giving you had you biting back your own smile.

“If you’re not now I’m sure you will be soon,” you replied, “I can be rather persuasive.”

“I’m sure you can.” You didn’t miss the way his eyes dipped down to your lips.

Which was the point you felt an arm slide around your waist, hand settling possessively on your hip. You turned, looking up into the dark eyes of the only subject you were looking for for that particular experiment. The man, Daniel, took a step back, eyes darting between the two of you.

“Ah, that’s too bad,” you said, “looks like all the slots have been filled.”

“I’ll have to be quicker next time,” he said.

“There won’t be a next time,” Alex said before you could.

Her hand gently guided you away from the secluded corner you’d found yourself in. You didn’t offer a parting farewell to Daniel, the conversation already half forgotten with Alex’s arm around you. You would have happily gotten lost in her.

“Who was that?” she asked, lips brushing the shell of your ear as she manoeuvred you through the full house.

“Someone from art. No, history. One of them,” you said.

“Ah, the new hot shot art history professor,” she said, clearly knowing more about the gossip around the university than you, “that does make sense.”

“Does it?” You looked up into her eyes, only pouting for a moment as she took the wine glass from your hand. She deposited it on a table.

“He has quite the reputation for collecting pretty women,” she said, “I’m sure he was hopeful the moment he saw you.”

“I’m only pretty?” You pouted.

“Darling, you’re the most radiant woman in every room you walk in to,” she said, “unfortunately a man like that will never appreciate it.”

“Good thing I have no interest in a man like that then.” You thought about it for a moment. “Or any man really.”

She hummed, helping you on with your coat. The brush of her fingers along the exposed skin of your neck had you shivering. It was hard not to wonder if you’d always have such a strong reaction to her. You turned to look at her, not sure what the expression on her face meant.

“Sweetheart.” Her fingers tangled with yours, “I haven’t said my goodbyes yet.”

“I did them on your behalf.”

“You really want to get out of here?” you asked, “usually you enjoy these things.”

She tugged you a step towards her until you felt her body heat. She was looking at you with molten eyes, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. You tucked her hair behind her ear, enjoying the way she smiled.

“I do but with you looking so beautiful tonight and certain attention on you, I’d rather just take you home and enjoy your company,” she said.

“Alex Blake.” You couldn’t stop the smile blooming on your face, “are you jealous?”

“Can you blame me wanting that womaniser to know to keep his hands off you?” she asked, “you deserve more romance than flirting at a faculty event.”

“Isn’t that… how we met?” you asked, your grin released from containment.

She kissed you through your laughter until you were melting in her hands. You could spend your life kissing her and never grow tired of it.

“So about those plans to go home…” you mumbled against her mouth.

She tugged you out of the house, her chuckle in your ear low and throaty, practically dirty. You couldn’t wait to get home.

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Overheard (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: Alex overhears a conversation she wasn't meant to

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: use of Y/N

“Come on Reid. Please.”

“I don’t even know what you’re asking for.

“Just, put in a good word with her for me.”

Alex paused. The conversation in the abandoned office was most likely louder than either you or Spencer were aiming for. But it was intriguing, you asking Spencer to talk to someone for you when usually you weren’t one to shy away from people.

“Why me?” Spencer asked.

“Everyone knows she’s closest to you on the team.”

“I don’t understand what you’re hoping to come from this.”

“Spencer…” There was so much fondness in your voice.

Alex smiled to herself, not able to help listening to her two favourite people talking. She’d always loved seeing the two of you together, her heart swelling.

“What?”

“For someone so smart sometimes you miss the most obvious stuff.”

“What?”

“I have got the biggest crush on her.”

Alex’s heart stopped. It felt as if the floor dropped out from beneath her. She was rooted to the spot, not able to leave even if she wanted to. That wasn’t something she’d wanted to overhear. That you had feelings for someone. Someone who wasn’t her.

“Oh…” Spencer also sounded less than pleased at your confession.

“Just because she’s your work mom doesn’t mean the rest of us can’t find her fine as hell.” You were laughing.

“No she’s not- she’s not my- why would you say that?”

“Reid, you and Alex clearly have a pseudo mother/son relationship going on. It’s sweet.” You were still laughing.

Alex felt her heart start up again.

“I really don’t want to think about you and her…” Spencer was sounding a bit sick.

“And you say you’re not her work son.” There was so much laughter in your voice.

“Why do you want me doing this?”

“Because she’ll listen to you if you tell her I’m cute and amazing and a really good date.”

“What if she thinks I have a crush on you?”

“Also mention I’m a lesbian.”

“I really don’t want to do this.”

“Because you don’t want to think about your work mum as having sex appeal?”

“Yes!”

“Well too bad because she’s sexy. But I won’t tell you all the things I want to do with her. Unless you don’t put in a good word for me. Then I’ll describe them all in excruciating detail and we both know you’ll never forget what I say. And every time you look at her you’ll be thinking about it.”

“You wouldn’t.”

“So I have this one fantasy…”

Alex couldn’t help but lean towards the door, wanting to hear what you were about to say.

“Fine! Fine,” Spencer interrupted before you could say anything further, “I’ll talk to her.”

“And this is why you’re my favourite.”

Alex about turned and walked away when she heard the door begin to open, rushing around the corner to keep from being seen. Your laughter was still haunting the hall as both you and Spencer walked back to the bullpen. She gave you a few minutes before sitting at her desk again. She didn’t miss the look you shot Spencer.

It wasn’t until later that she saw that overheard conversation in action. Standing in the lift with Spencer, she wasn’t surprised when he opened his mouth.

“So, do you have plans this weekend?” he asked her.

“No,” she replied, waiting to see where he was taking the conversation.

“Y/N has been talking about this restaurant she really wants to check out,” he said.

“Are you suggesting we go?” she asked, raising her eyebrow at him.

“Not us. But maybe you could go since you don’t have plans and you could take Y/N since she really wants to go there,” he said, beginning to ramble.

“Spencer?”

“Yes?”

“Are you trying to set me up on a date?” she asked.

“No.” He shook his head.

“Are you suggesting I ask Y/N on a date?” she asked.

“Well, the two of you are friendly and you have similar interests suggesting you’ll be compatible together. Your personalities are complimentary and you don’t have to worry about her not understanding your work or your schedule. Plus she’s uh… cute,” he said.

She chuckled as the doors slid open.

“She’s very cute,” she agreed.

“So you’ll ask her?” he asked, sounding hopeful.

“I’ll think about it,” she said.

“So,” she said the next day, catching you in the middle of making a cup of coffee, early enough that no one else was there yet, “a little bird has told me something.”

“It’s not true,” you immediately said.

“It isn’t?” She felt as if she was on the wrong foot.

“Nope. I did not switch out the sugar with the salt. Morgan was just sleep deprived and wrong,” you said, flashing a quick smile at her. It made her heart pound a little harder.

“I hadn’t heard that one,” she said.

“Oh.” She loved the sound of surprise in your voice, “what were you told then?”

“That there’s a certain restaurant that you’ve been hoping to try out,” she said.

You caught your bottom lip between your teeth and she couldn’t help but focus on it. Thoughts of doing the same filled her mind. She wondered if you’d moan when she did it.

“There is,” you confirmed.

“How about we go this Friday?” she suggested. Your face lit up before dimming.

“I’d love to but they have a massive waitlist for reservations. They said they didn’t have an opening until next May,” you said.

“You just need to know the right people,” she said with a wink.

“Really?” There was so much hope blooming over your face.

“Really.”

There was a part of her that wanted to bottle the smile on your face and save it forever. You were looking at her like she’d hung the moon and the stars.

“So Spencer spoke to you,” you said.

“Last night,” she said, nodding her head, “really wanted me to know you’re cute.”

Your eyes brightened but you ducked your head, looking a little embarrassed. Clearly you hadn’t thought he would quote you verbatim to her.

“Definitely cute,” she said.

Your eyes darted up to her, a look of surprised delight crossing your face. She couldn’t help reaching out, fingers brushing the back of your hand. You inhaled sharply and she had to wonder how she’d never seen it before. How she hadn’t noticed your reaction to her.

“I have a confession to make,” she said.

You tilted your head to one side.

“Okay?”

“Spencer didn’t need to talk to me in the lift last night,” she said.

“He didn’t?” She could hear the confusion in your voice.

“I may have heard the two of you talking yesterday,” she said, bracing for your reaction.

“Oh.” She felt you tense.

“I’m sorry,” she rushed to say, “I should have walked away when I realised what the conversation was about.”

“So you heard…?”

“About your feelings for me,” she said, “and your blackmailing of Spencer and the interesting interpretation of the relationship I have with him.”

“An accurate interpretation,” you replied, skipping over the first two.

“And the least interesting thing I heard,” she said.

“So what? You’re taking pity on me by asking me on a date after hearing I have a crush on you? Or just to keep me from scarring Reid with my active imagination?” you asked.

“Looks like there’s a real inability to see the obvious around here lately,” she said, taking a half step closer until she was invading your personal space. Your breathing seemed to stop.

“What are you talking about?” you asked, and she could see how hard you were trying to stop yourself hoping.

“Honey, I’m completely besotted with you,” she said, “I really thought I wasn’t hiding it that well.”

“No, because that would mean you…” You shook your head.

“Have feelings for you too,” she continued.

“But you’re amazing,” you said. She couldn’t help chuckling, cupping your cheek, thumb running along your cheekbone.

“Didn’t you tell Spencer to tell me how amazing you are?” she asked.

“Well, yeah but that’s what your wingman is meant to do,” you said, “it doesn’t mean it has to be true.”

“I think you’re phenomenal,” she said.

She couldn’t help herself when you were looking at her that way. Like she was something magical and you couldn’t understand how you’d managed to catch her. She lent forward, hesitating at the last moment, breath mingling. You closed the distance, the brush of your lips soft against hers. The gasp that fell from her lips was completely involuntary but the way your tongue swept into her mouth made her shudder, fire licking through her veins. Your hands were on her waist, under her blazer, threatening to pull her against you until there was no space between your bodies.

“You know,” she said, hating herself as she pulled back, your whimper sending a jolt between her legs, “there’s something else you said that interests me.”

“What?” You gasped when her fingers tangled in your hair, tilting your head up towards her.

“What was that fantasy you were threatening Spencer with?” she asked.

“Well…” You pushed her back against the counter, “there was a little more of this.”

Your next kiss was deeper, almost burning her up from the inside out. All she could do was kiss you back, hauling you closer, pressing her body against yours. Turns out, you did moan when she sunk her teeth into your bottom lip. Your fingers dug in, and she felt as if electricity was running over her skin. The whimper falling from your lips when she tugged on the hair wound around her fingers made her feel molten.

Your hands kept her pinned to the counter by her hips. She wanted more, all of you, everything you were willing to give. She’d forgotten what it felt like, to feel such a deep well of want opening up in her. It was making her head spin.

“Guys.”

You broke away from her, and she had to fight against her impulse to pull you back. Spencer was standing there, long fingers clutching at the strap of his bag, looking a faint shade of green. A snort of laughter burst from you before you clapped a hand over your mouth.

“Sorry Reid,” you said but she could feel you shaking trying to contain your laughter.

“Does this mean I don’t have to talk to Alex about this anymore?” he asked.

“Yeah, Spencer. You don’t have to do that again,” you said.

“Good.” He walked a couple of steps away before turning around to look at the two of you again, “and I’m really happy for you guys.”

“As am I,” Rossi said, walking past, “but need I remind you this is a place of work.”

“Nope.” She could hear the embarrassment in your voice now, the humour gone.

“Good.”

“I’ll pick you up at 7 on Friday,” she murmured in your ear as she slipped around your body, “wear something nice.”

She could feel your eyes on her as she walked away. If she wasn’t careful, she’d become addicted to the feeling. She wasn’t sure that would be such a bad thing.