#Alex Blake x Reader

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Communication Error

Alex Blake x reader warnings: mild language, hurt/comfort kinda, usual BAU type of situations and violence.

The BAU had been in San Antonio for nearly two weeks already, the team had been called in a little earlier than usual but the case was striking right from the start. You’d spent hours droning over case files, evidence, cold cases and every chance you seemed to get at the unsub he was always a step ahead of you. The final straw was when he broke pattern, kidnapping the daughter of his murder victims rather than leaving her at the scene.

Tensions were running high, press, locals and the upper brass all beating down on the BAU to figure things out quickly and safely. You’d been in close quarters all week, there was not a moment to be had to oneself as everyone was bunking with someone else and everyone was on edge. There had been far too little sleep, an overconsumption of caffeine and definitely not enough food.

It was safe to say everything about the situation was escalated.

It didn’t even matter that you happened to be working the case with your girlfriend, you and Alex had barely had a moment of peace and definitely not a moment of privacy since arriving and no one else on the team knew you were together. JJ and Garcia had been sharing a room up until a pipe burst in their bathroom on the first and now all four of you were crammed together in one dingy hotel room. You were ‘forced’ into sharing the same bed but your subconscious spent the entire time you managed to get sleep fighting itself in a reminder that you shouldn’t exactly be cuddling. Unable to properly communicate over the week lead to both of you being on edge and there was no relief of a little hand hold, a tender kiss pressed to the other’s temple in reassurance or soft ‘I love you’s’ in moments of need.

When you finally caught up with the unsub in a warehouse on the outskirts of town everyone was on high alert, vests on, guns at the ready and attempting to make a plan about what was going to go down. Garcia had found a back entrance into the warehouse, one that it seemed the unsub was unaware of and it was certain you would be going in through there to retain the element of surprise. Problem was it was only big enough for one person to finagle their way through.  

“Wilson!” The local swat team leader called out and your head shot up.

“Yes sir?”

“I’m givin’ you the lead with this, you comfortable doing that?”

“Yes sir, of course.” You glanced over to Hotch, watching as his jaw tensed ever so lightly before giving you a once over and a trusting nod.

“Are you sure about that?” Alex suddenly asked and your brow furrowed at her, unsure if she was directing your question to you, Hotch or swat.

“I have complete confidence Wilson can do it.” Hotch replied, “I’d expect everyone on the team to trust my judgment.”

“This unsub is convoluted,” Alex continued, “he twists things around, he’s incredibly hard to read, and according to the profile he’s not afraid to take anyone out to get away.”

“And she knows all that.” Aaron nodded toward you and you returned the gesture while swat continued to fully suit you up.

“I just think that maybe a more experienced member of the team should be going in.” Alex protested and this time your head shot up to hers, a mixture of hurt and offended drawn across your face.

“Excuse me?”

“This guy, he’s duplicitous, he’ll talk riddles around you to draw your attention away from what he’s doing to get the jump on you.”

“Oh, so you’re not just doubting my ability to do my job, now you’re calling me stupid.”

“I think it’s a bad idea.”

“And for every second we stand out here while you berate me we’re wasting time and losing the opportunity to save that girl. I’m suited up, I know what I’m doing and last time I checked I didn’t need your vote of confidence to do my job.”

You glanced towards Hotch who simply stood his ground, nodding to you once again before you turned back to swat to get your ear piece put in and were quickly guided around the building. There was only a beat of silence before Alex spoke up again.

“Hotch I really think this is a bad idea. She’s the newest to the team, she’s barely worked three full cases, there’s been more paperwork than unsubs—”

“Blake.” He cut in, voice stern, “you’re out of line. Wilson has almost four years of hostage negotiation with NYPD under her belt, not only does she have a very good understanding of what she’s doing, she’s the best out of all of us to go in there. I wouldn’t even put my own skills above hers today. So you can either head back to the cars, or you can join us in having your team member’s back.”

Alex took a deep breath, sucking down any and all responses she had but Hotch didn’t miss the way her nostrils flared, her eyes tense as she bit her lip and shut up. Instead her hands went back to her hips, one already stationed ready over her gun as she tried to control the way her heart was hammering in her chest. While she certainly hadn’t known about your specific role with NYPD and was a little less worried about you being in there alone, she still didn’t want you getting hurt. You’d been in deep with this one, relating a little too much to the kidnapped victim and she was worried about what you might do to get her free. Now all she could do was wait.

She honestly wasn’t sure if it was the way her blood was pumping so loudly in her ears, or if there really was that much static over her earpiece. She could hear your hushed voice crackling through every so often as you cleared the first couple of rooms, making sure to check in with your team, she faintly heard something else and by the way Morgan’s eyes shot toward the warehouse she was certain you’d found the unsub. This was the part she hated the most, she wanted to be in there with you, or at least in your ear, guiding you through what could very much help you talk this guy down if your own tactics didn’t seem to be working. It was driving her insane that none of them could hear what you were saying, it was clear you had adjusted your radio to attempt to keep the audio button pressed down, pinched between your belt and hip but it still kept cutting in and out.

If you had asked, she could have sworn they were standing outside of that goddamn building all night, the anxiety coursing through her body causing her muscles to tense, nearly aching by the time Reid’s head shot up.

“She’s coming out!”

In reality it had been just over forty minutes. But those forty minutes had been absolutely agonizing as she prayed for your safety while still trying to focus enough to stay sharp and do her job.

The door to the warehouse booted open and the unsub was the first to appear, cuffs on his wrists, hands on his head. You had one hand sturdy on his shoulder while the other one was being clutched by the girl on your side. Swat hustled in, quickly taking the guy down to the ground while they did a more thorough search before escorting him to the car. The team relaxed, the tension surging through them finally beginning to melt away as you glanced around the lot, beginning to lead the girl over to them.

Somehow, you heard it first and your ears picked up that it was coming from behind you, a shot fired from the roof of the warehouse. There was a cacophony of yelling, screams and very sudden nearly panicked rush of movement. All you could think of was making sure that the girl made it out in one piece, shoving her in front of you as you nearly hit the ground, enveloping her in your embrace.

“GO!” Hotch’s yell was barely audible over your ringing ears, “Morgan take the back.”

Gusts of air raced passed either side of you and a rock must’ve been kicked up, your arm began to sting, pain beginning to prickle through your body. You heard another couple of shots ring through the night air and wrapped tighter around the girl.

“He’s running.” Alex’s voice was suddenly at your side, her hand gently resting on your shoulder and you were able to relax, your hand still tightly clutched in the girl’s.

“Then go!” You urged her, waving in the proper direction.

“You’re hit. I’m not going anywhere.” She insisted and the pain in your arm suddenly increased by a tenfold.

“I’m fine!” You assured her, glancing down to see the tear in your shirt, looking to the ground in front of you, you spotted the bullet, still in one piece and nearly as clean as it had come out of the gun.

“No you’re not. You’re bleeding.” Alex’s fingers delicately tugged at the fabric of your sleeve trying to get a better look at it.

“It’s barely a scrape! Go help the team.”

“I don’t care!” She nearly snapped back and when you finally looked up and caught her gaze there was a misting of tears in her eyes, “you are what’s important to me right now.”

“Okay.” You nodded softly, standing to your full height and scooping up the girl with your non injured side to carry on your hip over to the medics.

Alex couldn’t help herself, chewing on her fingernail as the paramedic urged you into the back of the ambulance for better lighting. She could feel her leg shaking and finally succumbed to the pressure, beginning to pace, her feet kicking at the gravel a welcomed distraction until the medic jumped down from the bus. Her head shot up, catching the moment you dropped down to sitting on the back of the rig, an orange juice in your non injured hand.

“You okay?” She asked timidly, approaching you.

“Yeah.” You nodded, gesturing toward the bandage on your arm, “just a graze, no stitches necessary.”

“Oh thank god.” She let out a huge breath, the relief flooding through her body all at once so intensely she had to drop down beside you and you were quick to catch her trembling hand in yours.

“Alex… I’m fine. We’re both fine. We’ve both seen and handled worse.”

She made a meek noise, avoiding your gaze as her fingers tapped a rhythm on her thigh and against your palm. A brief silence over took the back of the rig while she calmed herself and made an attempt at sorting her thoughts.

“I’m sorry.” She finally spoke, “I was out of line.” She risked a glance up at you, “please know that I have never and will never doubt your abilities, you’re incredible at what you do. I was just scared. I guess… I guess I was putting personal thoughts above professional ones, and I had no idea about you being a hostage negotiator.”

“It never came up.” You shrugged, “and I shouldn’t have snapped back either.” You smiled softly, squeezing at her hand, “it’s been such a long week, we’re all exhausted. And I know that’s no excuse…”

“Still a contributing factor.” She finally cracked a small smile and you laughed softly, leaning in to leave a gentle kiss on her cheek.

“How did two people with careers built on clear and concise communication skills end up sucking at it when it comes to outside of work?” You asked with a laugh, pulling one from Alex.

“I don’t know.” She softly squeezed your hand, “it’s something to work on.” Her hand wrapped around you, pulling your head to her so she could leave a tender kiss on your temple. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

The sound of a boot on gravel broke through your little happy moment and both of your heads shot up to find Hotch standing in front of you, a brow raised in your direction.

“If you’d like you can keep pretending the entire team didn’t already know, but in the future I’d hope it doesn’t affect any of our cases.”

“Yes sir.”

“Sorry sir.”

“And I expect that paperwork on my desk by the time we land.” He eyed you for a moment before his lips split into a small smile, “good work today Wilson. I’m glad you have someone like Blake to have your back, even if she does get a bit pushy at times.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst from your mouth as Alex let out a scoff, Hotch turning away with a gleam in his eye.  

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Criminal Minds Women, and how they act when they’re jealous? Thank you!

Criminal Minds - They're Jealous (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Blake, Elle Greenaway, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia and Tara Lewis

Warnings: None

Word count: +600

Alex Blake

4/10

- Being a more reserved and quiet person, she may not feel or show jealousy easily. However, when this happens she can react in one of two ways: stop next to you and wait for whoever is trying to gain your attention to realize that you're together, or simply be direct about it, being as calm and rational as possible. Then, in privacy and comfort, Alex will kiss you passionately, hands on waist caressing tenderly and never admitting that this reassures her more than any words could.

Elle Greenaway

7/10

- Let's say she doesn't get jealous often and it's not easy to cause it, that's what the brunette says. Elle isn't so subtle, you know immediately what's going on, because in a millisecond she changes her body expression, also gets serious and keeps silent, giving short answers. If you're at work, she'll stare blatantly, anger showing in every facial muscle. If you're in a bar or other public place, she'll just lean in and kiss you, resting her arm on your shoulder. She's certainly the most probable to pick a fight.

Emily Prentiss

5/10

- This woman would try not to let her jealousy show and would deny it to the death to anyone who asked, but she can't be as discreet as imagines. When she's jealous, the agent laughs more than she normally would and sometimes, without even realizing it, she slips out a few sarcastic phrases, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. If Emily becomes self-conscious about how is acting and reacting, she will apologize to you, a little embarrassed, and try to talk about it. Words of affirmation and physical touch are very effective ways of reassuring her, like holding hands under the table or using affectionate nicknames.

Jennifer Jareau

9/10

- Of all of them, the blonde is by far the most jealous. In addition to being easily susceptible, it's evident in every look, gesture and word, a growing anger at any provocation or inappropriate attention another person gives you. She finds it difficult to express this verbally or talk about the topic, but JJ is usually protective and very affectionate in these moments, which means arms wrapped around your body, hands held with fingers intertwined, an occasional kiss between collarbone and neck… possibly a mark in the same place will be made later, a hickey that she will constantly admire and be proud of, because you are hers and only hers.

Penelope Garcia

4/10

- Surprisingly, the hacker is jealous and doesn't make a point of hiding the fact. There are rare moments and it takes a bit of effort to happen, like when Derek calls you "Baby Girl" and she's openly bothered. At first, you both think the reason is because it's his exclusive nickname for her, only to quickly discover, in a friendly conversation, that she actually doesn't like anyone calling you affectionate names except herself, especially the sweet ones. And the man almost gets slapped on the head for teasing her on purpose. After all that, Penelope laughs and gives you a tender kiss, calling you all the sweet names she can think of, delighted to see you blush with some of them.

Tara Lewis

2/10

- Jealousy isn't on her agenda, even if you've been in a relationship for years it's possible to count on one hand how many times she's been jealous. If it does happen she's super chill during the whole thing, you hardly notice except for that familiar smile that doesn't really reach the eyes and fingers stroking down your forearm tortuously slow, believe, Tara doesn't even realize what she's doing until someone tells her. The topic is brought up in a pleasant conversation, with a few laughs and kisses, which surely ends in a cuddling session.

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What You Want

Alex Blake x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, sex, fingering, toys, age gap relationship (all parties are very much adults, like 30+), also fluffy times because I can't not, explicit language (please let me know if I've missed anything) Word count: 2.1k

Summary: It's your first time, and Alex treats you right. But what if you want too much from the relationship? What if she doesn't want the things that you want?

Note(s): There is a severe lack of Alex Blake content on here! I've just gotten to the Alex seasons on my Criminal Minds rewatch and she's so fine, so smart, so funny. Also, thank you to the several Alex Blake fic writers who use darling girl as her signature pet name for reader because that's fucking cute and, in my mind, it's canon now.

“Shhh,” Alex soothed from her perch in between your legs as you gasped and writhed. She planted a kiss on your thigh, letting her finger rest inside of you, letting your body stretch and adapt. “Just relax, sweet girl. Breathe. In and out, there you go. I’ve got you.”

She laced her free hand with yours, and you gripped it tight, pleasure and pain roiling underneath the surface of your skin. Three times tonight. That’s how many times she’d already made you come. From her mouth. From the vibrator she held at just the right angle, brushed against you at just the right speed to have you completely fall apart. From her body pressed against yours.

You didn’t know you could feel like this, so good, so electric, it made you nearly black out with pleasure. You’d told Alex you were a virgin, and you’d been so worried it would scare her off. After all, you were thirty. Who waited until their thirties? You did. You just hadn’t found anyone you’d wanted to do those things with. Until Alex.

And she hadn’t cared one bit. She’d just cupped your face and kissed your nose and said, “Don’t worry, darling. I’ll be gentle.” No questions. No revulsion. No why haven’t you had sex before?! Just Alex, excited to be your first. Just Alex, taking care of you all night long.

You whimpered as Alex started slowly moving her finger in and out, in and out. You could feel yourself dripping onto her as she pressed another finger inside. You could feel your stomach tighten, your hips buck against her hand, and you couldn’t control it. It was like your body was separate from your mind, or perhaps had taken it over, and left it with only one thought: Alex, Alex, Alex.

“You’re being so good for me, honey. Such a good girl.”

Alex moved to lay next to you, maneuvering for a different angle and when she hit it–Jesus Christ, you lit up like a bonfire.

“Alex,” you moaned, your hips rocking into her hand again and again. She kissed your cheek, and you tucked your head in the crook of her neck, intoxicated by the smell of her–sweat, perfume, and something else unnameable, unique to her, soft and warm like a bookshop.

Your chest heaved and you squeezed your fists together, your arms limp and stupid at your sides. You didn’t know what to do with them. She kept telling you to relax, to let her take care of you, and you had, but you still felt like you were floundering.

Alex kissed you again, deeply, hungrily, licking a stripe from your neck to your mouth. “Go ahead, baby, you can touch me,” she whispered breathily into your ear.

“I don’t know how,” you admitted, a groan escaping your lips as she pressed the heel of her palm into your clit.

She laughed, and it was beautiful. Her eyes crinkling. The way she pressed her tongue between her teeth.

“Like this,” she told you, moving your hand and placing it on the bare small of her back. Her skin felt so good under your fingertips you almost came from that alone. You gasped for breath, running your hands up and down her back, across the rise of her ass, burying your face between her breasts. She was so warm, so soft, so very, very alive.

You felt the knot below your stomach tighten and tighten until there was nothing left but for it to snap.

“Alex,” you panted, as she pressed once more into that spot that short-circuited your brain.

You moaned, high and desperate, your body contracting as you approached the edge.

“That’s it, sweet girl. Come on. You’re so close. One more for me, yeah?”

But this time was not like the others. This time you were like a surfer waiting for an approaching wave, only to realize when it arrived that it was so much bigger, so much more powerful than you’d expected. A wave that crashed into you with such force you thought you might drown in it. You were vaguely aware of someone making a lot of noises that either sounded wildly pleasurable or wildly painful. It started almost as a burning, then flamed through your entire body, from your center all the way down to your toes, to the follicles on the top of your head. Your body spasmed with the strength of it, and for Alex’s part, she held you close, her skilled fingers guiding you through, smiling softly as you jerked and shook around her.

All at once, her touch at your most sensitive spot was painful, almost unbearably so. You pushed her hands away and shook, absolutely spent from the evening’s activities.

You let Alex cradle you in her arms, placing soft kisses all over your face and hands. She wrapped herself around you while you caught your breath, undoing her messy bun and carding her fingers through your hair as you pressed your face into her chest.

“You did so good, darling girl,” she cooed. “Do you feel alright?”

You hummed and nodded.

“Do you need anything? Water?”

“Water would be good,” you croaked and she grinned at you, eyes twinkling.

She sat up a bit and you tightened your grip around her waist. “No, no! I don’t need it that bad.”

Alex chuckled and kissed your forehead. You weren’t sure how long you layed like that in her bed, limbs tangled together, just breathing each other in, just resting and basking.

But after a while, Alex decided you had to stay hydrated and brought you both glasses of water, perching on the edge of the bed as she sipped. For your part, you downed yours so fast that little streams of water fell down your chin and onto your chest and neck.

You moved to wipe the water away with your hand, but Alex grabbed your fingers and squeezed them.

“Let me,” she said, drawing a line with her tongue up your stomach, your chest, your neck, and landing on your chin.

You were breathless by the time she got to your mouth, grasping both sides of her face in your hands and kissing her. You almost hoped that Alex couldn’t read the emotion behind the kiss because, for you, there was too much. You didn’t know if Alex saw you as a fling or a secret side link situation or a real relationship, but you wanted it to be real. You wanted it so badly. You knew you were probably too young for her. Hell, you were almost twenty years her junior. But it didn’t seem to matter when you were together. You loved her mind and her sharp sense of humor. You loved that she always asked what book you were reading. You loved that when you learned something new, she wanted to learn it, too. You loved her hair and her eyes and the way her cheeks dimpled when she smiled.

The bottom line was you liked her too much. You loved her, and it was too early to love her. And so you hoped, god, you hoped she couldn’t feel how much you loved her when you kissed her. Even though it was near impossible for you to hold back.

She pinched your cheek when she pulled away, grinning at you, to sit at the side of the bed and take gulps of water. She checked her phone messages, and you watched her. Content just to be with her, in her presence.

But all of a sudden, self-consciousness flooded you like an icy river. What if Alex didn’t want you there? In the movies, the first time they had sex, it was always casual. They went home afterward. No big deal. Were you supposed to go home? Were you supposed to feel like this was no big deal?

“Alex?” you ventured, your voice hesitant.

“Hmm?” Her chin was propped up on her knee and your heart melted a little bit just to see her so comfortable.

“Should I go home now?”

She looked at you quizzically, like she was trying to solve a puzzle or translate a particularly difficult passage in a dead language. “Only if you want to.”

You avoided her eyes. “Well, what do you want?”

Alex shook her head, smiling softly. “I want you to do whatever you want.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “But I want to do what you want me to do.”

“Hey,” she said, grabbing your face so fast it made your stomach somersault. “Stop that.”

You tried to laugh it off. “No, I just–”

She interrupted you with a kiss, forceful and firm. “Y/N,” she said. “You spend so much time making sure you accommodate what other people want. You need to decide what you want. Now, close your eyes.”

“Alex–” you protested.

“Close them.”

You sighed, but obliged her, enjoying the feeling of her fingers tracing your skin.

“Pretend I’m not here. What do you want to do tonight?”

You were quiet for a moment and, even when you spoke, your voice was soft and hoarse. This was a part of yourself you weren’t used to exercising–knowing what you wanted and asking for it.

“I want to stay here.”

Alex hummed encouragingly.

“I want to go to sleep with you.”

Once you’d started, you almost couldn’t stop. You were afraid if you didn’t let it out now, it’d stay inside your head forever.

“I want to wake up next to you. I want to make you breakfast. I want to kiss you goodbye when you go to work.”

There it was. All out. Well, not all of it, but all you could manage right now. And suddenly you were afraid to open your eyes, afraid you’d look into Alex’s and see that she didn’t want the same things. It was that very fear that usually kept you from admitting what you wanted.

“Open your eyes, Y/N.”

When you didn’t, you felt the bed dip a bit next to you, felt Alex’s breath warm on your face, felt her forehead press into yours, her body soft and solid. Close, so close. Where you always wanted her to be, but were too scared to ask for.

“Darling girl,” she whispered. “Don’t ever be ashamed to want such lovely things.”

You blinked your eyes open and looked at her in surprise. “But what do you want?” you asked, almost breathless.

Alex thought for a moment, just watching you. Your wide eyes, innocent and hopeful and scared and so, so young. She sat up again, so she could look down at you, appreciate how perfect you looked in her bed. “I want you,” she told you, caressing your face. “In whatever way you’ll let me have you.”

“All the ways,” you said, probably a little too quickly, too desperately. “You can have all of me, all the ways.”

Alex smiled sadly, running her fingers through your hair. “Honey, you’re gonna find some girl who’s your age and you’re gonna fall in love, and it’ll be beautiful, and I will be happy for you. I can’t keep you all to myself and keep you away from that.”

“Alex, I don’t want a girl my age,” you said earnestly. She looked away. “If I wanted to fuck girls my age, I would’ve been doing it for the last ten years. I want you.”

You took her hand and kissed it, holding her palm to your face.

She sighed and looked at you, mulling you over, as if she were making a move on a chess board. “If that changes, you’ve got to let me know.”

“It won’t,” you insisted, pressing your lips to each of her fingers in turn.

“Promise me.”

“I promise,” you conceded. “But, Alex, I don’t want anyone else. I just want you.”

In a rare show of confidence or boldness or just plain affection you crawled into Alex’s lap and wrapped your arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her jaw.

She seemed to surrender something then, to give in where previously she’d been fighting. She hugged you tightly to her, pressing her lips to the side of your head. “Oh, my girl. You’re too sweet for me, you know that?”

“Keep calling me your girl, and I’ll be as sweet as you want,” you mumbled, blushing.

She smirked and kissed your cheek, long and firm, before pulling you up to your feet.

“Alright, darling, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I do feel kind of sticky…”

“Well, we can’t have that,” Alex joked, eyebrows raised.

You took her hand and followed her to the bathroom, glad that, at least for tonight, you were both getting what you wanted.

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simple thing, where have you gone?

alex blake x gn!reader

summary: for @storiesofsvu's holiday bingo "first snowfall" square + also inspired by this ask i recieved. alex knows you aren't sleeping and is determind to find out what's bothering you, and she's bringing out the big guns - hot cocoa.

word count: 3.2k

warnings: nightmare descriptions: feeling claustrophic, being trapped. alex touches r's hair (long enough that she moves a strand from r's eye - no description of hair type/colour). kissing. no use of y/n or pronouns. hurt/comfort with a happy ending.

a/n: this was so fun to write. i think it may be my fav thing i've written. i'm changing up the photos i post because i've seen a lot of people do this format (e.g. @emilys-bangs & @catssluvr - check them out <3) and i think it looks a lot prettier and cleaner than a gif so i'm jumping on the bandwagon.

Alex balances the two trays of steaming cocoas in her hands. The aroma tickles her senses, the creamy chocolate temporarily transporting her back to her childhood, to winter evenings in front of a fireplace with her family. It’s a welcome comfort after five days in chilly Bismarck, ND. She pushes her way into the conference room the team are currently taking up residence in; multiple heads lift up, sighs leaving lips, as shoulders relax at the indulgent scent, and Alex knows she has made the correct choice in grabbing the sweet treat for everyone. 

“Is that what I think it is?” JJ sighs, hopeful and exhausted. 

“I thought we could all use a little pick-me-up, especially in this weather.” She responds as she places the heavy trays on the table. Her eyes dart around the room as eager hands begin reaching for the hot beverages. Your absence is notable, and makes her teeth dig into her lip. A common theme this week.  

“Thanks, Blake.” Morgan nods gratefully. He sips the cocoa, savouring the taste, thrown back to his own happy memories. It’s beautiful how a simple drink can have a room full of agents silently reminiscing. She catches Hotch, tenderly holding the cup, a warmth making its way up his cheeks as he takes a sip, so unlike the stoic figure he tries to hold whilst at work. 

Alex grabs the last two cups from the tray. “Where’s-”

“Out back.” Reid interrupts, worry obvious. She wasn’t the only one that had noticed your declining state. 

She retreats from the room with a smile as the team all voice their thank you’s. The cold night air is less forgiving when she steps outside a second time, biting at her skin, and causing her face to flush pink even as the hot cocoa continues to provide warmth to her hands and she buries her face in her scarf. She finds you leaning against the precinct wall, the glow of a nearby security light breaking up the night sky, highlighting you enough that she can make out your arms wrapped tightly around your body and your stare stuck on a point in the distance as she approaches. 

You look around, the bags under your eyes more obvious in the unflattering yellow light. You haven’t been sleeping, Alex knows. Has been able to hear you restlessly moving around your room late at night due to the thin hotel walls. And despite that, you are always pouring over casefiles when everyone arrives in the precinct in the morning, looking like you’ve been glued to the chair for hours, even though the clock only reads eight am. 

It’s not healthy, you’re working yourself to the bone and she can’t figure out what it is about this case that has you on such high-alert. It was brutal, three victims so far tortured and mutilated, but she’s watched you not flinch at worse.

She’s worried about you. 

“Hot cocoa.” Alex says in lieu of a greeting, a small smile gracing her lips as she pushes the drink in your direction. 

Your eyes widen, mouth opening in surprise, “Oh.” You take the cup from her hands, eyes tracking her face for a moment before you fully accept the gift, always looking for an ulterior motive. 

You lift the drink to your nose, eyes closed as you inhale the chocolatey aroma through the mouthpiece of the lid. A hum leaves your lips, your shoulders relaxing further into the wall. A sense of peace finally settling over you for the first time this week. 

Alex finally rewards herself with a sip of her own cocoa. The hot liquid fighting off the cold air and encompassing the ball of warmth in her chest that is directly related to you. She did good. Anything that eased the now permanent furrow of your brows was a win in her books. 

“Thank you.” You sigh, eyes fluttering open. Your body rolls against the wall, leaning more towards her and creating a little pocket of space where the harsh biting air seems to dull. Her eyes move across your face, caressing every detail, wanting to hold this time while she can. 

“How are you doing?” She asks, trying to keep her voice light so you don’t get defensive, and unintentionally making it soft and intimate in the small space.

You take another sip of your drink, nodding. “I’m okay.” 

She arches her brow, she can’t help it. Her lips tilting upwards as her fingers reach out to ghost your arm. You follow the action, breath catching, and she forces her hand away, scolding herself for wanting more, always having to resist the urge to pull you closer.

She tucks her free hand into her trouser pocket, “How are you doing?” 

You blow out a breath, visible in the air. She wonders if it might snow, the air feels frosty enough. “I just wanted a breather. I was about to head back inside.” 

“A breather from what exactly?” 

You huff, eyes moving away from her and focusing on something across the street. “I mean isn’t it normal to want a little space after five days of being in each other's pockets? I love the team but it’s not like any of us have had five proper minutes alone since we got here.” 

She nods. She would agree with you if you weren’t beginning to get defensive, eyes avoiding hers and feet shifting beneath you. She tilts her head, aiming for casual, but knowing the words will hit anyway, “And this has nothing to do with the fact you’re not sleeping?” 

Your eyes snap to hers, panic obvious, before they flicker away and you bury your head back in your cup. “I don’t know what you mean,” You murmur, words threatening to be lost to the cup as you take another sip of your drink. 

She aches to reach out and stroke the hair away from your face that you are using as a shield. Instead, her fingers flex on her cup, her teeth digging into her lip. “You can talk to me.” She whispers, voice coming out like a promise, a vow. “I want to help, however I can.”

“Why?” You ask, disbelief coating your features, looking at her like she’s a puzzle you can’t solve, no matter how hard you try. 

“Because you’re hurting.” She responds honestly and swallows down the lump in her throat that tries to make itself known. 

Tears build in your eyes as you shake your head. Your eyes flicker over her face and then away again, a soft laugh escaping your mouth as your fingers tap a pattern against your cup. “Just like that?” You whisper throatily, gaze still trapped in the distance.

“Of course,” 

You swallow roughly, eyes finding their way back to hers, lost and scared. An expression she never wants to see on your face again. She doesn’t have it in her to resist again.

She sighs, stepping closer and gently brushes the hair from your eyes. They fall close, a soft breath leaving your lips as you lean into the gesture. She memorises each detail of you, committing the length of your eyelashes to memory, the lines around your mouth, the feeling of your skin beneath her touch. Her hand trails down to your arm and settles there, safe. 

Your eyes flutter open, holding her gaze as you nod gently. ”I haven’t been sleeping well.” You confess.

She waits patiently for you to continue as she notices a few white snowflakes land in your hair. 

Snow. 

“I’ve been having this recurring dream where I'm trapped in this box, and I can barely breathe. It’s—awful.” You rapidly blink away the tears in your eyes. “I’m screaming but no one comes. I’m all alone. And then I wake up and I feel claustrophobic in my own body, all these emotions bubbling up that I can’t release.” Your tears spill over and you reach up to hastily wipe away the mess with a shaking hand. “It’s stupid and selfish. There’s three dead women and I’m crying over nothing.”

“Sweetie, no.” She urges, hand tightening on your arm. “You are none of those things. Those dreams sound atrocious. No wonder you haven’t been sleeping.” 

“I’m so scared to close my eyes.” You whisper, hauntedly. 

“Then let me watch over you, and when the dream hits we can break the pattern. I’ll be there.”

You shake your head, laughing, “What? You’re gonna watch over me while I sleep—”

“Yes.” She interrupts, voice serious and weighted. She won’t let you joke this away, not when you look seconds away from collapsing. Alex would sit there the entire night if she needed to. She would watch over you and keep you safe. 

You swallow roughly, unable to hold her intense gaze, the probing eyes that not only saw you, but took action to help. Snowflakes continue to slowly fall, landing on your hair and face, and making her heart erupt with emotions. The urge to touch is amplified tenfold, the combined beauty of the snow and you almost too much to bare. She forces her hand to fall away. 

“Alex, I will be okay. You don’t need to do any of this.” 

She nods, knows that, but it will not stop her. “You need to sleep. You are destroying yourself pretending you don’t. Why wouldn’t I help when I can?” 

You sigh, frosted breath erupting into the space between you. Annoyed, frustrated, at the thought of needing anyone. “Only because I need to be able to focus on this case.” 

She smirks, eyes brightening. “For the good of the case.” She hums, catching your eye and enjoying the almost bashful expression that coats your features as you huff out a laugh and your gaze skates away again. 

You take another sip of your drink and she mirrors you. It’s beginning to lose its heat, but you don’t complain. Snowflakes continue to fall, and Alex turns towards them, lifting her head into the snowfall. The delicate flakes land on her face, cold and wet, and a smile tugs at her lips. This was the first snowfall of the year, and she could not think of a better moment for it to arrive than when you were standing next to her. 

The chattering of your teeth breaks through her basking, and she turns back around, a disapproving tut escaping her mouth when she finds you shivering on the spot in silence. “Let’s go inside before you get hypothermia.” 

“No,” You protest, hand landing on her arm to stop her moving away. “No, you love the snow. Let’s enjoy it a moment longer.” 

“Honey, you’re shivering–”

“I’m fine.” You rebut, shoulders squaring in stubbornness. And then, softer, from below your lashes, “I want to finally enjoy the snow with you.” 

She melts, putty in your hands. She can’t argue with you, your eyes should be considered a weapon the way she crumbles for them. She nods, and outstretches her hand, “Here, give me your cocoa.” 

You pass it over without objection, and Alex walks a few steps away to dispose of both cups in the bin. Long since cold and of no use to anyone now. She begins pulling off her scarf as she approaches you again, and your eyes widen. 

“Alex–”

She wraps the burgundy cashmere around your neck, bating the hands away that try to interrupt her task. Your shoulders slump, your nose burrowing into the material as a sigh leaves your lips. She smiles and ignores the biting cold now hitting her body as she fiddles with the end of the scarf, making it lay flat against your coat. 

“There,” She whispers.

You sigh, holding her gaze with a furrowed brow. She can see thoughts winding their way through your head, but you don’t voice them. Instead, you stumble forward, your arms pulling her in and wrapping tightly around her waist, eliciting a surprised “oh” from her throat as her own arms hold you close, after a second to compute. Her nose finds its way to your hair, the smell of your shampoo evading her senses and making her hold you tighter.

“Thank you.” You whisper. “For everything.” 

“You do not need to thank me.” She responds, hand stroking your hair before she pulls back to see your face, missing the sight. Your hands remain fixed to her waist, your teeth digging into your bottom lip as you look at her. She tracks the movement, heart thumping in her chest. 

“I don’t want you to think your actions go unappreciated.”

She finds a strand of your hair, one not even in your eye, and stokes it out the way, a choked tut escaping her throat. It’s getting increasingly more difficult to remember herself, to draw back, especially when you look at her with soft, unguarded eyes. The snowfall is getting more intense, covering you in white snowflakes, landing on your eyelashes and melting as you blink.  

“I could never feel unappreciated by you.” She responds, voice barely louder than the wind. Too honest, too much of her heart on show, and you must see it, the way your breath catches, your hand tightening in her jacket. “I just want to do what I can to keep you safe.”

You arch a brow, “You know that’s not always gonna be possible, right?”

She nods, hand moving to cup your cheek and caress the cold skin. You lean into the gesture, your eyes falling close. She isn’t silly, she understands the risks of this job; she knows it isn’t always going to be possible. However, why does that mean she should stop trying? “I know, but sometimes it’s nice to know someone has your back.” 

Your eyes open again, blinking slowly, snowflakes interrupting your sight. “And that's all this is? Just you having my back?” You run your lip between your teeth, your tongue swiping out to moisten the chapped mess you leave behind. 

Alex tracks the movement under heavy eyes, “No,” She breathes, honestly. 

Your mouth parts, your chest rising and falling, eyes focused on her own mouth. Her thumb trails down your cheek, pausing by the corner of your mouth as her gaze finds yours again. You watch her, pupils blown, and Alex slowly pulls her thumb across your bottom lip, feeling the soft flesh, and nearly crumbling at your heaving breath. 

“Alex–” You sigh, eyes pleading for more. Her heart thumps, head hazy with desire, as she finally brings her mouth closer to yours. Your hot breath hit her lips, breaking up the cold, and melting the snowflakes that have landed near her lips. She doesn’t mean to tease you, she just can’t believe she’s here, and is set on memorising every moment of this interaction. 

You have other ideas, a frustrated whine leaving your lips, as you thrust forward and close the remaining distance. Her body hums at the first brush of your lips, needy and impatient, her stomach tingling as you pull her flush against her. She can’t think, can’t breathe, as your lips move together, the sensations perfectly overwhelming. The kisses melt into something gentle and slow, but the neediness never leaves, simmering under the surface. You both balance on the edge of something more; blood rushing through her veins, but she’s not able to forget her location. 

She pulls back, short of breath, the cold air rushing to fill in the space and making her shiver. Your lips are swollen, so kissed. The most irresistible you’ve ever been. She caresses your cheek, “You, my dear, are the person I’m falling in love with.” 

You rapidly blink away tears, “Really?” 

“Of course,” She nods, smiling. “It’s you.” 

You shake your head slightly in disbelief, “You make everything sound so simple.” 

“I think with you it could be.”

“God–” Your voice cracks, and you tug her back your lips finding hers again, frantic, hot and needy. You devour her with bruising kisses, communicating what you fear to say aloud, and Alex catches it all. I feel it too. I want you. I’m scared. Please stay. 

She pulls away, earlier than she wants to. “Honey–” She meets you in another kiss, but drags herself back again, forcibly taking a step back so she can’t fall into you again so easily. 

“Sorry, sorry–” You say between laboured breaths, shaking your head. 

“It’s not because I do not want to.” She explains, a blush rising in her cheeks, that mingles with the permanent one on her face because of the frosty air. 

“I know,” You nod, smiling bashfully. “But we should get back to the team.” 

She sighs and nods. “Yes.” 

“And out of this snow before we catch a cold.” 

She looks out at the white flakes, beginning to settle on the ground. Hopefully in a few hours she’ll be able to feel the crunch of snow under her feet. Your hand rubs up and down her jacketed arm, “When this case is over, I’ll find a place where you can properly enjoy the snow.” You promise. 

Her heart warms, gaze softening as she looks at your earnest expression. “Come on, you’re right, let’s get inside.” She places her hand on your back and pushes you back in the direction of the precinct.

You oblige, shoulders bumping together as you walk. Alex catches your eyes just before she opens the door to the building, eyes soft and her smile just for you. Her hand falls from your back, forcing her touch away, as she pulls open the door. You step inside, subtly squeezing her hand as you pass, making her heart thump. 

She follows, watching as you attempt to shake off the snowflakes that cling to your body. It's useless, they’re already melting, soaking into your hair and clothes, but she enjoys watching you try. 

“There you guys are.” Morgan interrupts, making her break her gaze away from you and to the man watching you in mild amusement. Alex’s not ready to give away just how much she’s feeling for you to outsiders just yet. She wants to keep it between the two of you for now. “Hotch wants us to go over victimology. Thinks something isn’t right.” 

She nods, ready to focus back on the case. “Of course, let’s go.” She heads in the direction of the conference room, mindful of the way Morgan hangs back to speak to you. 

“Is that Blake’s scarf?” She hears him ask, amusement thick in his voice. 

She doesn’t dare turn back around. 

“Yes, I was cold.” You respond, defensive, and likely with an eye-roll.

He whistles, “I see you, casanova.” 

“Morgan–” You protest, voice dripping with annoyance. Alex winces and pushes her way into the conference room, hearing his loud chuckle sounding from behind her. 

The rest of the team is already spilling over folders, and she takes her seat, pausing first to slip out of her wet coat and discard it on an unused chair. You make your way into the room and she can’t resist looking at you from the corner of her eye as you take the seat opposite her, a smile on your face that conveys you can feel her stare. 

She looks away, forcing you out of her mind, and instead focusing on Hotch as he starts to voice the holes in victimology. 

She’d check on you again this evening. There was an unsub to catch.

taglist: @aburman03

[sunlightgalaxy]

traditions (a.b.)

alex blake x fem!reader

a new home with alex calls for new traditions

warnings: none!

a/n: happy holidays! another re-upload from my old blog <3

(gif is mine)

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“i can’t believe you wanted to get a real tree,” alex huffed, trying to fit the tree through the front door.

“it’s our first christmas living together, alex,” you yelled from behind her, squeezing through the doorway. “we have to make it special.”

you both carried the tree to the living room, and it took some time before you both managed to place it into the stand.

“you make a good point,” she sighed, panting softly. “but we are never getting a real tree again.”

“why not?” you pouted, leaning against her chest and looking up. “tell me you didn’t enjoy going to that little christmas tree farm and picking one out.”

“i did, darling,” she smiled, looking into your eyes softly. “what i didn’t enjoy was stuffing it into the car and bringing it inside.”

“okay, that’s fair,” you laughed. “but, if we’re going to get a fake tree next year, can it be really big?”

alex grinned, leaning down to kiss you softly. “we’ll talk about it when the time comes, sweetheart,” she smiled. “but right now, i think we have a tree to decorate.”

together, the two of you carried down boxes of ornaments and decorations you had stored in the attic; some from your childhood, some from hers. popping open one of the boxes, you pulled out a bundle of lights and looked up at alex. “can you help with these?”

“of course,” she grinned. working quickly, you were both able to wrap the lights around properly, and it actually turned out well.

walking over to the box with your name on it, you grabbed a few ornaments and began to hang them around the tree. alex walked over, holding one against her hand. “where’s this one from?”

“oh, that’s from my mom from when i was younger,” you explained. “she had this tradition of getting me an ornament each year.”

“oh my god, that’s adorable,” she murmured, smiling softly. “my parents did something similar, but it was a family one each year.”

“hang some up with me,” you grinned, dragging alex over to the boxes. she smiled at you, taking a few and hanging them up. as the night progressed, your tree began to become covered in ornaments, connecting your childhood with alex’s.

once you both were done, you flopped onto the couch. resting your head on alex’s lap, you sighed happily. the tree was exactly how you imagined it would be, better even. “wait, one second,” alex said suddenly, gently moving you off of her lap and walking towards your room. “there’s an ornament we forgot to hang up.”

“no there isn’t,” you called out, confused. “the boxes are empty.”

“this one is new,” alex beamed, handing you a small box. looking up and then down again, you carefully opened the box, gasping softly when you saw what was inside.

there was a small ornament of a house, one that had a striking resemblance to your own. on the top read, “alex & y/n, the first of many together.”

“we can get an ornament together each year,” alex said quietly. “it’ll be our christmas tradition.”

“oh my god,” you murmured, looking at alex. “it’s perfect.”

“well, then let’s hang it up,” alex whispered, taking your hand. together, you placed the ornament on the tree, front and center.

“i love it,” you smiled, leaning into alex’s arms. “thank you alex, i love you.”

“i love you more, y/n ,” she murmured, kissing you softly, the light from the tree illuminating your faces.

it really was the first of many. you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with alex.

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Storybook Love (Alex Blake x f!Reader)

Synopsis: You have a request for Alex

Words: 0.9k

Warnings: fluff

AN: Just a little thing for @storiesofsvu, @rustyzebra and @whiteberryx

It was a warm afternoon, the air sunlit where it kissed your skin. Lying on a blanket in the backyard, the grass green beneath, summer was on the breeze and you couldn’t wait for it. Your teeth sunk into a ripe strawberry, the juice dripping down your chin. You wiped it away, tongue lapping it from the skin of your fingers.

A soft chuckle stole your attention. Glancing up, over the top of your sunglasses, you found Alex sauntering towards her. Hair loose, caught in a waft of wind, she was a vision of beauty in the warm light. Bare feet were light as she walked over the grass towards you.

“Do you mean to be so tempting or is it just an innate quality you possess, sweetheart?” she asked, standing over you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied, grinning impishly up at her.

She settled beside you, legs crossed, graceful and beautiful, making you yearn even as she was right in front of you, close enough to touch. You reached out, offering the next plump strawberry to her. She lent forward, lips wrapping around the tip before biting it off. You smiled, taking your own bite from the strawberry.

“Have you been out here all afternoon?” she asked, leaning back on her hands.

“Someone has to lounge around and look pretty,” you replied, “and you were too busy grading those papers to fulfil the role.”

“Maybe I was too busy admiring you from the window,” she said.

Even after all those years with her, you still got butterflies anytime she flirted with you. She reached out, fingers playing with the ends of your hair as you gazed up at her. The sun no longer existed, her smile the warm glow that lit you up from inside out. You rolled over, lying on your stomach, leaning up on your elbows.

“And were you?” you asked.

“Was I what?” she asked in reply.

“Admiring me,” you answered.

“Always.”

Her fingers were soft as she tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering on your jaw. Your cheeks flushed with heat, blinking up at her. She lifted the sunglasses from the bridge of your nose, tossing them aside. Leaning down, you met her halfway in a soft kiss, sweet as the strawberries you’d been eating. She drew away, a thumb brushing along your lower lip.

“You certainly are irresistible,” she murmured.

“Stop it, you’re going to inflate my ego,” you said, pulling away from her, lying back again.

“Well, we can’t have that,” she chuckled.

You hummed in agreement, placing another strawberry between your parted lips. She watched you for a moment. Picking up your sunglasses, she put them on her own nose, sliding them up slowly with her index finger. She chuckled when your teeth sunk into your lower lip, eyes skating over her body.

She opened the book you’d been reading earlier, spine broken and pages almost falling out from how many times you’d read it. You watched her, one hand shading your eyes, the sun behind her giving her a halo.

“Read to me,” you requested, not able to stop yourself.

“What?” She glanced up from the pages, lips curling up at the corner, just enough to have your heart beating double time.

“Read to me,” you repeated.

She considered you for a moment, just long enough to make you burn for her.

“Alright,” she said, “but come here.”

You shuffled over, lying your head in her lap. Her fingers were soft as they carded through your hair. You closed your eyes, listening to her voice. It was soft, almost raspy, as it caressed the familiar words. You felt yourself relaxing under her touch, her voice in your ear, the warmth of her thighs under your cheek.

You sighed, listening to the rise and fall of her voice. She played with the end of your hair, book held aloft in long fingers that had more than once distracted you from your train of thought. The warm air brushed over your bare skin in a caress. You turned your head, pressing a kiss to the cotton covered thigh beneath your head. She paused for a moment, fingertips brushing the apple of your cheek before continuing.

As the sun began to set, brilliant colors splashed across the sky, the air began to chill. Summer might be on the breeze but it had yet to sink into the ground. You shivered, curling up against her. Her arm curled around your waist, hauling you closer, thumb running in circles over the skin bared from where your shirt had bunched up.

“Do you want to go inside, sweetheart?” she asked with the dimming light.

“Will you keep reading to me?” you asked, looking up at her with wide eyes and promise.

“If you want me to,” she replied.

“I do. I really really do.”

You let her stand, a hand extended to you. Pulling you up, you stumbled forward, caught around the waist by a sure arm. You looked up into her smiling face, your answering smile only making her eyes twinkle. You lent up on tiptoes, pressing a kiss to the corner of her lips.

“My knight in shining armour,” you whispered.

“Come on, princess,” she said, that arm around your waist guiding you back into the house, “lets see if I can save you from the dragon.”

[pagetsgirl]

tutoring

contains smut!! mdni

warnings: smut, giving head, fucking your professor, office sex, shitty writing ngl

pairing: alex blake x f!reader (professor x student dynamic)

summary: Alex Blake's star student needs some tutoring, which turns rather spicy

a/n: dont be afraid to reach out to me if you have any prompt/drabble suggestions, but i’m not sure when i’ll get to them since im really busy with school

read on ao3 or below the cut

For the entire year you’ve been nothing but the most perfect student. You got full marks, was never late, always turned assignments in on time, and you were actually nice to anyone who sat around you in class.

So it came to you as a surprise, when in your second year, your linguistics professor, dr. Alex Blake, told you that you might need some tutoring, so you could get ahead of everyone else in class. You had her last year as well, and to say you had a crush on her was an mild understatement. So to spend more one-on-one time with her… it was an offer too good to say no to.

It quickly became your favourite part of the week. Every Friday evening at 6:50pm, just after your last class, walking towards her office so you’d be there 7:00pm, and then leave with pain in your heart at 8:30pm, while every bone in your body was shouting at you to chat with her for just a little longer. Your ears dying to hear her voice just one more time before going to bed, your eyes wanting to look at her once more, your hands wanting to roam over her body, discovering every curve and freckle on her delicate skin.

This Friday was no different. Almost speeding down the corridors so you could get to her office a little early, so that you two could catch up just a little more before starting the tutoring.

Arriving there at 6:55, which is a record, you knocked at her door, waiting for her approval of coming inside.

“It’s open!” Her slightly raspy voice sounded muffled from where you were standing. But even that could make your knees weak. The things she would whisper in almost the same tone, just a tat more sulkier, as her hands roamed over your body, her strap made hard thrusts into your-

“Are you coming inside or not?” A voice shook you out of your daydream, as Alex Blake stood there in her doorframe, looking down at you.

“Oh yeah, uhm of course,” You franticly speak out, putting your entire linguistics education to shame.

You followed her inside, your eyes focused on her ass, I mean her walls filled with interesting books you couldn’t wait to dive into (same goes for her ass, but that’s just a tat… inappropriate).

The rest of the lesson went smoothly, as you put your feelings on the side line, and fully focussed on the things she was explaining to you.

The last couple of minutes you get a little side tracked, now talking about your hobbies, as her hand brushed past hers as you were explaining how sharks can’t get cavities and some sharks can glow in the dark.

When it finally gets to the time where you should leave, she walks you to the door. As you turn your back towards her, you hear her say; “You think I didn’t notice you staring at my ass and boobs all semester?”

Your face turns a bright red, as you slowly turn around. “Fuck,” You mutter under your breath. She walks closer, and closer to you, her hands eventually landing on her hips.

She looked down at you, her eyes filled with something that almost looked like… lust?

“Professor,” You mutter out, your hands still awkwardly on your sides. “Tell me you don’t want this, baby,” She whispers, her hot breath brushing over your ear as she moves closer to you.

“Please, I want this,” You whisper out, your voice raspy from desperation.

“Good, then it’s Alex or mommy for you, pretty girl,”

Just as those words left her lips, she pushed them on yours, absolutely taking your breath away. It was soft, but she was also so dominating. It was everything you’ve ever dreamt of, and more. Way, and way more.

Alex pushed you backwards until she has you pinned to the door, her hands now roaming close to the bottom of your sweater. Your hands moving to tangle into her brown hair that was framing her face. “You sure you want to do this, baby?” The professor said as she pulled away.

You desperately nod your head, as your hands attempt to pull her face closer again.

“No, darling, I have to have vocal consent,” her hands played with the bottom of your shirt. “I- please, Alex, I need you so bad, please mommy,” The moment she heard that last word leave your lips, she pushed her lips to yours again, sliding her tongue into your mouth, exploring every single centimetre that she could reach. Her hands slipped into your sweater, discovering every curve until she reached your breasts.

Her lips travelled south, softly biting your neck. “Gosh, you’re so gorgeous for me, baby,” her voice radiated a warmth through you, that ended up all the way into your pussy.

She bit into your skin, making you let out a soft moan. “Please, mommy, I need more,” You pant out, your hands pushing her head down. “Shhh baby, I’ll get there, I promise,”

Her teasing didn’t seem to end, leaving a countless amount of hickeys and bite marks all over your neck.

Finally, after what seemed both hours and seconds, her hands grasped onto the sweater. “Can I take this off?” The brunette looked into your half closed eyes, her eyes filled with nothing but love and need. “Yeah, please,” the words came harder than you ever could’ve expected.

Finally, she took off your shirt. She stood there, allowing herself to take in this moment, cause who knows when the next time will be when she can see you like this (which will most likely be next Friday, if not sooner).

Your needy hands pulled onto the rim of her shirt. “Off,” you murmured. All Alex just did was grant you a smile and the little nod that allowed you to pull the shirt over her head. Your eyes scanned over her body, desperate to remember absolutely everything about her. Every freckle, curve and ‘imperfection’ that was scattered over her skin.

“You done staring, baby?”

“Mm, you’re really pretty,” you whisper, as your hands wander over her exposed skin.

“Oh, well thank you baby.” She kissed the tip of your nose, making you let out a small giggle. “I think you’re really pretty as well.”

Her hands slide towards your ass, “Take them off, please,” You practically beg.

“Your wish is my command,”

She quickly pulled down your trousers and underwear, throwing it somewhere on the floor. The linguist picked you up with ease and carried you to her desk, where she put you on.

The brunette immediately dove into your pussy, eating you eat like it was your last meal. Her tongue lapping up your juices.

It was just embarrassing as to how close you already were. Your thighs were shaking, you back arching and your hands pushing her head impossibly closer to where you needed her the most. “Mommy, I’m so close, please,” You moan out.

“Are you coming inside or not?” A voice shook you out of your daydream, as Alex Blake stood there in her doorframe, looking down at you.

[snixkers]

Wrinkles like Rivers

Pairing: Alex Blake × Fem!Reader

Hurt/Comfort

For: @olderwomenaremyfavs

Content Warning: References to canon violence (drugs/crime), age gap (reader is in her 30s, Alex is in her 50s), very brief suggestive comment, insecurity over appearance

Summary: At a work function, Alex feels like the other agents have her beat, in more ways than one.

Author's Note: Omg! This is my first fic posted on this site, so I'm super excited! Hope this is what you were hoping for!

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN

It was another Bureau function, and the atmosphere was relaxed and casual. Agents usually consumed with the worst of humanity were able to escape, just for a bit, and find comfort in a night out. You mingled with some people, recognizing names but not faces from your girlfriend's stories.

For some reason, these events seemed to have the opposite effect on Alex, who usually ended up silent and brooding in the corner. You could tell she was thinking about something, but she always brushed it off so confidently that you were certain you were imagining it. After all, she was the profiler, not you.

Tonight was a different story. You could see it in her tense shoulders, her narrowed eyes, and her half-smile. Her glass was still full, although that wasn't unusual for her. Even though it wasn't your profession, you were certainly a profiler when it came to her.

You excused yourself from an agent telling you stories about her escapades busting a drug ring, making your way back to the woman watching you with rapt attention. She blinked out of her stupor when she noticed you, quickly throwing on a smile and wrapping her arm around you. It was a nice attempt, but you couldn't be fooled.

"Alex," you began, "is something bothering you?"

She shook her head, although you anticipated that reaction. Alex always kept her emotions sealed away in a vault that you rarely were given the key to. You sighed, wrapping your hands around her wrist gently and leading her off to an empty hallway.

You decided to try again, within the comfort of your sole presence.

"Alex, I know something's bothering you. And I'd appreciate it if you'd let me help."

She let out a sigh, her smile fading slightly as she fiddled with the ends of her hair.

"It's not important."

You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes. Alex *was* important. She could tell you that the sky was green and you would agree.

"Alex, please. I want to know so I can fix the problem."

She sighed, avoiding your gaze and taking a small sip of the wine provided by a rather wealthy colleague of hers.

"Watching you talk to all of those other agents, it's just hard for me. They're young, they're good in the field. Their stories are more exciting."

Your heart melted in your chest, trying to soothe any insecurities she might have.

"I don't care. You've been in longer than they have. You're more smart logical and strategic. Plus, I like a woman with a little experience."

She held back a snort at your words, but her eyes still held traces of doubt.

"It's not just about the brains. Just look at me. I mean, you could date anyone you want. There must be someone out there who's younger and prettier."

You frowned, the warmth in your chest quickly evaporating. "Alex, no. I love you. I love everything about you. I love the way your eyes crease when you laugh. I love the wrinkles on your forehead. I love the gray hairs you're hiding. Do you know why? Because to me, that stuff makes you even more beautiful."

Her gaze softened, and you could practically see her trying to come up with another excuse for why she wasn't good enough. You shook your head, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.

"I'm always going to pick you, Alex."

She nods, taking a deep breath and kissing you back a little deeper, trying to convey the gratitude she felt. Luckily, another part of being such an expert on how she felt was that you already knew.

You smiled back, glancing over at the party.

"Should we head home?"

She nods in agreement, wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you back out to the party, the both of you clinging to each other the way you always would.

"Absolutely. Garcia told me about this game called 'Wordle', and I want to try it out."

[carmillascrusade]

Sleepless nights | Alex Blake x F!Reader

Summary: Alex comforts the reader after a nightmare. (Requested)

Word count: 460

A/N: First time writing nightmare related things. Please be aware of the fire/burning nature of the nightmare. TW:Graphic imagery? Please excuse how short my pieces have been at the moment. I’m trying to get back into the flow. This hasn’t been proofread as I wrote it in a mind numbingly boring lecture from Oxford Uni.

You were hot. Unbearably so. A searing pain buzzed throughout your body, a dull throb pulsating from the gaping wound in your side. A short cry escaped you; the low, keening sound of cry alike to that of a wounded animal calling for help.

The fire blazes around you. Hues of gold, flickers of scarlet danced enticingly, wrapping around your legs, licking at your clothes and setting them ablaze. Your legs were crushed. Unable to move, you could do nothing but weep as the soft yet destructive embrace of the fire charred your skin and blackened your lungs.

Your hand reached out…

You startled awake. Something was pinning you down. Panicked at your immobilisation you frantically grabbed the sheets on top you, a desperate attempt to set yourself free.

“Hey, stop it. You’re okay.” Whiskey brown eyes looked down at you, concern making them wide. Doe-like. A milky white hand held your trembling form down, a flash of gold on the persons index finger instantly soothing your worries. Alex.

“Another nightmare, sweet girl?” She asked in a hushed toned, one you would use when coaxing a frightened kitten out of their hiding place.

Your heart rate was slowly returning to its normal rhythm and you nodded in response to her question. A barely noticeable, minuscule thing that Alex would have missed if she was not paying rapt attention to you. Eyes hawk-like but caring all the same.

Your vice-like grip loosened, letting the duvet you had clutched as if it was your life line pool back around your torso. A shaky hand reached out for your wife, fisting her pyjama shirt tightly in order to draw her as close as humanly possible. You would bury yourself under her skin and never leave if you could.

Shifting slightly onto your side, you grasped onto Alex, hands snaking around her back as lither fingers brushed through your hair. Gentle. Feather-light. Caressing you in such a manor that you couldn’t help but relax further into her embrace.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

You squeaked in protest, your voice failing to produce any words whatsoever. Your wife understood this though. Instead, she began to hum a quiet, soothing tune that lulled you into the realm of the sandman once more.

The steady thump of her chest beneath your ears grounded you. The fingers playing with your hair drew a huff of comfort out of you, temporarily quelling the nightmares for the time being. Alex’s presence had always been a source of comfort to you and you would eternally be grateful for her. Especially in times like these. Eventually your erratic heart settled and your fingers holding her back relaxed their grip, your body succumbing to the aura of tranquility Alex held.

A/NII: 2/3 requests done so far. Yayyyy.

[hotchscoffeecup]

the crossword can’t wait

pairing: alex blake x bau!reader

rating: m (18+ mdni)

genre: smut, romance

word count: 5.3k

summary: after a night out, alex surprises you in the bedroom delivering an unforgettable birthday present in the form of body worship

tags: bondage, ball gags, edging, orgasm denial, vibrators (internal/external)

You barely remember to lock the front door as you and Alex stumble inside, hands wandering and kisses landing clumsily as you both try and move through the hallways toward her bedroom.

She tastes like the glass of cabernet she’d had at dinner, smooth and sweet. “God, you taste so good,” you moan into her open mouth. You feel her pulse pounding in her neck as you cup your hand around the back of it, her brunette curls twisting around your fingers as you pull her against your body. The way her curves meld into your own sends a pulse of pleasure straight through your core.

Alex’s fingers fumble at your waist, working the buttons of your coat open. As she unclamps the last one, her hands smooth up and over your breasts before she pushes it over and off of your shoulders. Your nipples pique in response to her touch, slight as it may have been, and it’s evident as you’d chosen to go braless tonight under your satin shirt.

Alex’s brow arches in response as her coffee colored eyes flit across your features, searching.

“Alex,” you laugh and step behind her to help her out of her coat, your fingers trailing down the backs of her arms. You revel in the way your touch elicits goosebumps across her skin as the fabric glides over her elbows and slips off her wrists. As it drops to the floor in a puddle of fabric at her feet, you loop your arms around her waist and jerk her body back into yours. You nestle your chin into the crook of her neck, turning your face into her skin to inhale the floral perfume she’s wearing. You drag the tip of your nose up along the column of her throat, shifting just so your lips can brush against the length of her jawline before you pause to whisper in her ear. “You don’t need to be a profiler to see that I’m aroused by you, Agent Blake.” You annunciate her last name, making it two syllables to draw it out and drive your point home. You nip at her ear and a surprised yelp escapes her lips. That response stokes the flame burning inside of you and you grip her right wrist momentarily before interlocking your fingers and raising that arm above her head to twirl her into a position where she’s now facing you.

“Someone is feeling rather bold, aren’t we?” she asks, her tone deep and seductive as she regards you with a challenge in her eyes.

You say nothing, eyeing her coolly as your brow slowly arches in response and a smirk plays about your lips.

Alex steps toward you, her lips puckering as a look of horror washes over her face. “Oh my God,” we skipped dessert!”

“Well, I’m looking at something sweet I’d like to sink my teeth into.” Slipping your arms around her waist, you press your lips against hers before moving them to her neck, gently suckling at the base of her throat before peppering her skin with kisses.

She moans against your ear and you smile as your hand slides over the curve of her hip.

Alex’s hands press into your waist as she interrupts your exploration with a look of concern shining in her eyes. “I’m serious! It’s your birthday. I can’t believe I forgot to ask them to do something special at the restaurant.”

Your eyes sparkle mischievously. “I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me, won’t you?”

The concern in her gaze shifts suddenly, replaced by lust and an aim to deliver something more desirable and delicious than any dessert on any menu. She pushes into you, stepping forward and driving you into the wall, rattling the picture frames hung there.

“There she is,” you remark encouragingly and the next thing you know, Alex is all animal as she kisses you, her hands fisting into your hair as your tongues fight for dominance. You smile against her lips as you step forward, holding on to her hips and guiding her down the hall toward the bedroom; deepening your kisses as you do so.

As you reach around Alex to fumble for the doorknob, her fingers dance across your body to begin unbuttoning your blouse. The satin fabric glides off your shoulders as she undoes the top buttons, your nipples pebbling as the cool air conditioning brushes against your bare skin. You don’t miss the hungry expression that flits across Alex’s face as your body continues to respond to her touch.

The door to the bedroom swings open and Alex hooks her fingers into the belt loops of the wide legged black slacks you’re wearing, the silver fabric of your blouse no longer neatly tucked into place as she pulls you in an arc through the threshold. You both laugh as her lips rain down on yours. When she pushes you down onto the bed, your hair fans around you in a halo and you swear you’re looking up at an angel the way the lamp light illuminates her from behind.

She kicks off her heels before crawling up onto the bed to straddle you, the perfect round shape of her ass resting on your thighs. Unable to resist her, your hands slide around her hips and cup her ass in your hands. It takes no effort to heft her up and throw her off balance so she falls down over top of you, her breasts pressing against yours and her hair falling against your cheek. You stare into the depths of her caramel gaze and a hundred different emotions dance across her irises; the unmistakable allure of lust and the gleam of mischief, the flicker of excitement and purity of her love all reflecting back at you in them.

“I’m not a religious woman,” you say as you reach up and tuck her hair behind her ear, pausing to palm her cheek in your hand. “but I’m fairly certain I could spend an eternity worshiping your body and it wouldn’t be long enough.”

Alex’s brow furrows and her lips purse and a thin blush spreads across your cheeks as you wonder if that line was too corny. Before you can speak, Alex presses a finger to your lips, brow arched and a playful smile on her lips. “Worshiping your body was my plan for tonight, get your own.”

She leans over you, and the way her breasts press against your chest and neck makes your pussy throb in response. You nip at her breast through the fabric of her shirt as she pulls open the nightstand and retrieves something, the drawer only half closing as she sits up. Your eyes fall on the purple box in her hand.

“What’s this?” you ask eagerly.

Alex drops the box on the bed beside her and nudges it behind her with her foot.

“Overzealous, are we?” she asks coyly. She trails a finger down your neck and chest, pausing to circle your nipple before pinching it between her fingers. A hiss of pain and pleasure erupts from your lips as Alex chuckles in response before continuing down your body to your belt.

“You know I like to be in control,” you say breathlessly. God, she’s barely touched you and you're unraveling in the palm of her hand; a loose thread on a sweater. One tug from her and you come completely undone.

“Maybe I need to challenge that behavior?” Alex suggests, eyes filled with the promise of doing just that.

You arch your brow as you prop yourself up on your elbows. “Are you profiling me, Ms. Blake?”

Her eyes shift to pointed daggers as you deliberately use her incorrect title.

“That’s Doctor, Professor, or Agent,” she scolds and you smirk in response.

“Ooo, have I been a bad student, professor?” you taunt, purposefully getting under her skin now.

“I think you talk too much,” Alex says, voice tight, as she shifts off of you. “Take off your pants and get on your knees.”

Your eyes widen at her direct tone. Usually you’re the one giving orders in the bedroom, but the fierceness in which she delivers instructions gives you no choice but to follow her demands. You’re too curious now, and frankly, too fucking horny by this change in demeanor, to not follow through.

“Yes, doctor,” you hinge, unable to resist poking the bear. You don’t miss the breathy huff from Alex as she slides off the bed and disappears into the closet.

You kick off your platform heels, unfasten your belt, and shuffle out of your slacks, casting them over the side of the bed. Playing up the ignorance, you leave your partially unbuttoned shirt on since she said to only take off your pants. As you shift onto your knees, the silky fabric falls around your hips, but there is still easy access to your slick cunt through the crotchless lace underwear you’d purchased and worn specifically for tonight. Granted, you’d anticipated being the one in charge but God, the way Alex delivered orders to you made your thighs quake with anticipation of what she plans to do to you.

You wonder if she can feel your eyes devouring her decadent figure as she steps out of the closet with a black bag in hand, one you’re all too familiar with.

“The sex bag?”

Alex rolls her eyes, though a smile plays on her lips and she saunters up to the bedside and places it down. “I hate when you call it that.”

You scoff in response. “Is there a more linguistically appropriate term for a bag full of sex toys and BDSM gear?”

She sucks her lower lip between her teeth as she ponders that for a moment, and God you want to taste her. You want to be the one to pull her lips between your teeth, feel her moan in your mouth.

She pops her lips and you break free from the trance they’d held you in.

“Masturbatory aids.”

You can’t help the laugh that bubbles up your throat as you roll your eyes. “Alex, please. Don’t make sex clinical. I can’t.”

Her brow arches toward her hairline as she regards you. “Oh, on the contrary darling. I know you can.”

You dont drop eye contact as she maneuvers around the gilded bed frame, tugging the bag alongside her as she does so.

“Eyes forward,” she commands and a shiver runs through you at the authoritative command you’ve only heard her use in the field. You hold her stare for a moment, challenging her only for a second longer than needed, before obeying and shifting your gaze to the art on the far wall.

You hear the zipper peel open and Alex rummaging around. You and her have experimented a lot, and your pussy throbs as you wonder what exactly she’ll pick out to tease you with.

The metal poles of your gilded bed frame rattle in response to her touch.

“Hands behind your back,” she orders and you do as you’re told without hesitation. The satin cords she winds around your wrist send a rush of goosebumps across your arms and you can’t fight the moan that slips past your lips as your cunt grows slick with the ever building arousal for the woman in control of you at that moment. Alex secures your wrists together before pulling the knot taught and your movement is restricted. You tug at them but there is no give and no slack.

“Ooo,” Alex coos quietly from behind you as you listen to the sound of her withdrawing something from the bag. “I think this will do.”

Before you can ask what it is, Alex drags the tip of a pink silicone vibrator across the inside of your thigh. Your thighs tremble and you fight the urge to sink down onto it as Alex touches the tip to your slick entrance. She edges the tip in ever so slightly before withdrawing it, the smooth silicon gliding easily as she smears your arousal down the length of your slit.

Your nipples harden to diamonds as her lips brush your ear. “See, how I’ve barely touched you and your cunt is already dripping for me?”

You duck your chin and her lips press against your jawline. “God, Alex,” you moan.

“Close, but not quite,” she muses in response.

She lines the vibrator up with your entrance and gently eases it inside of you, the tip disappearing in seconds as your pussy eagerly clamps around it. The two pronged arm of the vibrator touches against your clit and you cry out as it makes contact with the thousand sensitive nerve endings there.

“Fuck me,” you groan as the slight contact threatens to send you over the edge. She’s not even turned the vibrator in and you were nearly coming in her hand.

“Not yet,” Alex states resolutely. “Now that that’s in place, I’m going to need you to hold it there.”

Your brow pinches at her request. “Hold it? Alex, my hands are quite literally tied.”

“I don’t think I asked for sass, and more so, I don’t think I told you to speak. Now be quiet and bring your thighs together.”

You bite back a response and acquiesce her request, shuffling your knees closer together so that your thighs press on either side of the vibrator holding it in place. As you balance your weight, you feel the inserted arm shift against your g-spot and a groan rumbles deep in your throat as the external prongs press onto either side of your clit.

Alex steps to the front of the bed, hands clasped against her chest as she admires her handiwork. “Don’t you look stunning?” she asks, cheeks flushed and eyes hooded. She reaches for the box on the edge of the bed and smiles at you. “I think I'm going to change into something more comfortable.”

You nod hungrily, your mouth all but salivating at the thought of the number of things could be hidden inside that purple box. Nightgowns, teddies, satin, lace, Alex looked incredible in anything she wears. You shift and stifle a moan as you inadvertently strike your g-spot once more.

Alex points at you, her gaze just as sharp. “Stay still.” With that, she turns on her heel and disappears into the master bath.

The seconds tick by and minutes feel like hours when she finally re-emerges. Your heart stops, but the pounding of your pussy rages on as you take in the strappy latex and leather bustier clinging so perfectly to her figure as though it is a second skin. A web of straps criss-cross her waist and breasts, accentuating every curve of her body and hiding her nipples from view only just. A simple black lace thong covers her front, but leaves her apple shaped ass on full display. She smoothes her hands up and down her body, pausing to palm her breast and fluff her loose curls.

Without thinking, you jerk against your restraints; needing to touch her and feel her skin and her arousal. A whimper escapes your lips when your arms don’t budge from where they are pinned behind your back and you don’t miss the smirk and wicked glint in Alex’s eyes.

She saunters forward, one long leg in front of the other, taking her time to approach her prize. She skirts one finger along your jaw line and you bristle at her touch; the feel of her one fingertip sending a rush through your entire body. You’re entirely at her mercy and she knows it.

She leans down so that her lips are just barely hovering over yours as her fingers slide between your legs and presses a button that brings the vibrator to life. You cry out at the sudden stimulation and buck forward, your face landing on Alex's shoulder. Her throaty chuckle is muffled as you twitch against her and she casually loops an arm around your neck to hold you in place as the slow vibrations pulse around your clit and the internal prong gently thrusts against your g-spot.

Just as soon as it starts, it stops and you release a stunted cry as Alex suddenly withdraws from you, and you don’t know what you ache for more in that morning; the budding orgasm or her body against yours.

“What the—” your chest heaves as you fight to control your breathing. Alex is smiling a wicked smile and there’s a devilish gleam in her eye as she dangles a remote in front of you.

Immediately, you know her game. This is sweet revenge for her.

“Alex,” you say her name with a warning tone.

“Yes, darling?” she questions innocently, batting her long lashes.

“This is payback for the jet, isn’t it?”

Alex’s brow furrows as she places a finger on her chin, tap tapping away as she pretends to mull it over. After a moment, her eyes widen and mouth forms a perfect ‘o’ shape.

“Oh! You mean, when I had to fight to control my facial expressions and pretend I was coming down with a stomach bug after you chose my debrief with Hotch and Rossi to start playing games with the remote control vibrator?”

You smirk at the memory and the look in Alex’s eyes tells you she’s not actually angry. She’d orgasmed three times after excusing herself to the bathroom, and you’d done all that from a carefully concealed remote controller in your pocket. Watching her squirm and twitch and try to contain it and write off around the team had been so hot. The sex you’d had at the office after you’d gotten back from the airport had been some of the hottest sex you’d ever had in your life.

“Yeah, I think I remember something like that.”

One manicured eyebrow arches in response to your sass. Alex doesn’t say anything, instead choosing to power on the vibrator again. You buck forward, clamping your thighs even tighter around the vibrator to avoid dislodging it. Your binds are the only thing keeping you upright as the internal prong pulses slowly against your g-spot. For now; the external prong is quiet and still.

You moan and tightly speak her name as it drones agonizingly slow inside of you. Alex stands there, devouring your pleas.

“Yes, this seems about right.” Alex cocks her head, regarding you. After a moment, her head snaps up, a devilish look alighting her face as she rounds the bed to dig into the bag. “I wasn’t able to say anything on the jet,” she starts as the sound of objects shuffling around inside the bag rattle about. “I had to keep up the professional facade despite the fact I was coming undone by your hand. I had no choice but to keep quiet.”

Your body spasms again as the vibrator thrusts against your walls. “Alex,” you beg, feeling the first dredge of an orgasm blossoming deep within your belly.

Alex exhales an excited “ah ha” as she locates what she’s been searching for. The bed sinks beneath her weight as she clambers onto the bed behind you, jostling your position and causing the vibrator to shift inside you. You cry out as the sensation overwhelms you and you struggle to hold your legs closed. Suddenly, the movement stops and you exhale a ragged breath as your budding orgasm wilts and dies. One of Alex’s hands curves around your shoulder beneath the satin of your blouse. She smoothes her hand down across your chest and palms your breast with her hand, kneading it before tweaking your nipple between her fingers. “Close your eyes,” she breathes into your ear.

You do as you're told and turn your cheek to dip toward her lips, aching to feel them all over you. Her warm breath caresses the shell of your ear as she delivers her next instruction. “Open your mouth.”

Your eyes snap open and you meet her determined gaze. “I didn’t tell you to open your eyes. Close them,” she says slowly, “and open your mouth.” The way she enunciates each word sends a shiver through you as you obey, trusting her as you close your eyes and turn face forward, parting your lips for her as you do so.

After two pounding heartbeats, Alex pushes something into your mouth. It’s round and plastic and you immediately know what it is as you bite down and feel her fit the leather straps around your cheeks; the metallic sound of the buckle fastening ringing in your ears as a satisfied murmur leaves her lips. The straps are snug, but they don’t hurt as you adjust to the feeling of the ball gag.

“Remember when we bought that?” Alex asks, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “You can open your eyes now.”

Your pussy throbs and pulses and you ache to feel any form of release; hell, as you open your eyes and take in the sight of Alex in that outfit again you’re surprised you don’t combust right there and then.

You nod. You’d just gone on a date to see the latest Fifty Shades of Grey movie. It was a rainy Saturday and you’d figured it would give you something to do on the rare weekend you’d had off together. Nothing prepared you for how ridiculous the film would be and how inaccurately they’d depicted what true BDSM dynamics are supposed to look like. At that point, you and Alex had experimented with a few things, but never crossed the line into bondage and fetishism. After all, you’ve dealt with too many cases where aspects of the culture are perverted and used to harm. However, the movie probed a dialogue between you and Alex where you’d gotten a bit more analytical and clinical (probably not what the director thought would happen, but they probably didn’t anticipate their being FBI profilers in the audience), but it also sparked a desire to explore and play around in that uncharted territory.

As you and Alex toyed around the clandestine sex shop on the other side of town, picking up different gags and blindfolds, restraints and clamps, you’d throw out words like “experiment” and “research” laughing all the while knowing you were both out of your element. You’d purchased a number of different items, both of you pretending to be less awkward than you were as the college aged sales associate smirked at you knowingly before handing you your bags and receipt.

“Have fun you two!” she’d called after you both as the bell tinkled and you made your hasty exit, falling over one another and laughing as the rain poured down and you dashed to the car to get the hell out of there. Unsubs and the threat of bombs exploding in your face had made you both sweat less than the half hour you’d spent inside that store.

And now here you are, gift wrapped tightly and neatly presented for her enjoyment. All you are missing is a bow. Unable to speak around the gag in your mouth, you roll your shoulders back, the half undone button up falling over your shoulders as you do so, exposing your breasts in full. You smirk around the gag as you note the subtle shift in Alex’s eyes. She’s just as hungry for you as you are for her. Unwilling to let you get any advantage, Alex flicks on the vibrator. You gasp and cry out as the external arm vibrates around your clitoris and the internal arm begins thrusting once more; an unrelenting pounding against your inner walls. Instinctively, you press your legs together, but that only intensifies the sensation rather than assuages it.

Your breasts heave as you moan and curse around gag. Through heavily hooded eyes, you watch Alex move toward you, slowly placing one bare foot in front of the other as she regards you keenly over the bridge of her nose.

“Alex. Your plea is muffled around the gag in your mouth.

She leans in close to you, turning her ear toward your mouth as if that will help her hear better. “I’m sorry,” she purrs. “What’s that? I can’t quite make out what you’re saying.”

“Please,” you whimper and again your voice is garbled.

“Please what?” she hedges, her voice rife with lust. She turns toward you, eyes boring into yours with a desire so profound. “Would you like to come?”

You nod vigorously, your breasts bouncing as you do so. Alex nods, affirming that she understands. She says nothing, though her fingers flick against the remote she holds by her thigh and the speed intensifies, both internally and externally. Your eyes widen in response to the dual sensations and you swear you see stars as you blink. Regardless of how tightly you pull at the restraints, they don’t give. You know that you can end this at any time by opening your legs. With how wet you are the vibrator will easily slide out and fall onto the mattress. You and Alex always ensure that the other has a fail safe during these games. You’re committed to seeing this through though, to play into her hands until you are dripping through her fingers like melted putty. You want to melt for her, to burn for her. Your brow pinches as you feel the orgasm build, that familiar heat spreading across your lower abdomen like a freshly struck match ready to ignite a forest fire. You feel it burning brighter, hotter—you’re practically riding it as you keep your thighs clenched around it. Just as you feel like you’re about to explode, the vibrator cuts off and your orgasm sputters and dies; a flame snuffed out.

You release a wail of pain and pleasure combined as a line of spit dribbles out of the corner of your mouth from around the ball gag. Your rigid posture sags under the weight of her denial and as soon as you stop seeing double, you focus your attention on her wickedly devious gaze, her petal pink lips curved in a delicious grin.

“I think I want to enjoy you like this for a little while longer,” she says and tosses the remote onto the small end table beside her. Across from the bed are two simple chairs crafted of supple leather. It’s there you’ll often sit and read together at night or enjoy a glass of wine while you debrief about your respective work days (despite the fact that you work together.) You watch as Alex crosses the room, disappearing out of sight for a moment before returning to the space in front of you. She drops down into one of the chairs, exhaling a satisfied sigh as she crosses one long leg over the other. In her hands, she’s holding a well worn crossword puzzle book and a pen. She clicks it pointedly before flipping open the book and letting her attention fall to the page in front of her.

“Alex!” you bark around the gag.

Her brow furrows as she pays you no mind and reads aloud, “Ten across. Five letters. Clue is ‘strips for club.’” She taps the pen against her chin for a second before a smile dawns on her face. “Bacon! Jeez, don’t let Spencer know it took me more than three seconds to get that.” She laughs to herself as she scribbles the word into the narrow boxes.

Christ alive, she did not just mention Spencer Reid as if you were not in the middle of sex.

You make another sound of protest and Alex looks up at you, feigning surprise. “Sorry, honey, the crossword can’t wait!”

Narrowing your eyes at her, she smirks in response. “Oh alright, very well.” She leans forward to reach for the remote, the sight of her breasts pushing together against the straps of that bustier making your pussy throb even harder. The sensation starts up again, this time slow and steady. A delighted moan slips past your lips, albeit muffled around the gag, and Alex smiles contentedly. She returns to her puzzle, narrating the clues and answers as she goes. The continuous rhythm satiates you only for a minute or two though before you need more. Sensing this, Alex presses another button the remote, eyes not ever leaving the page as she scribbles another answer into place.

As the speed picks up and the thrusting arm pulses against your g-spot you begin to squirm; less in control of the sounds of pleasure emitting from your throat as in response to the dual stimulation.

It doesn’t take very long for that familiar pool of pleasure to start rippling deep inside your core. You desperately try to focus on it and bring it to the surface, but the dual rhythm wielding its relentless beat against your pleasure centers has your head spinning.

The whimpers and cries rumbling past your lips are nearly animal-like as your orgasm crests, a wave pulling back from the shore only to double in size before crashing once more. A tear leaks from your eyes as you crack them open. Alex is looking at you, the crossword puzzle abandoned in her lap as she regards you with such fervor. It’s all you need to give into the wave as it crashes down over you, drowning you in its thrashing current as it rattles its way from the roots of your hair to the tips of your toes.Your pulse thunders in your ears as you ride it out, crying out to God and Alex and any other deity you can praise for worshiping your body enough to rend pleasure from it in such a way.

Like a marionette doll with its strings cut, your arms drop suddenly as Alex loosens the ropes from the bed frame; her fingers making deft work at the knots around your wrists. Her hand smooths over your face before she unlatches the buckle at the back of your hair, and the ball gag falls from your mouth and hits the mattress with a dull thud. Her fingers slip between your thighs, wrapping around the base of the vibrator. “You did good, baby,” she whispers in your ear. “Go ahead and let go.”

You relax your thighs and let Alex withdraw the vibrator, a quiet groan escaping you as she does so. Alex places it on the nightstand and gently loops her arms around your waist. As you finally come back down to this plane of reality, the full body exhaustion slams into you and you sag into Alex’s waiting arms.

“Alex, babe,” you huff out a breath and nuzzle into her chest. “That was—”

“Was it too much?” Alex asks, a tinge of embarrassment creeping into her voice.

“Too much?” you balk. “Not in the slightest. You were perfect.”

Alex smiles, the pink blush creeping across her cheeks betraying her performance as a bewitchingly dominating vixen. Her nose scrunches as she speaks. “I was kinda badass, wasn’t I?”

You press a kiss to her jawline before settling back against the curve of her body, eyes closing softly as the lull of sleep calls to you.

“Hey,” Alex laughs as she nudges you gently with her arm. “No sleeping yet. Come on, let me clean you up.”

You murmur some semblance of protest, but let Alex pull you to your feet and guide you to the bathroom where she cranks on the shower to the perfectly warm temperature. She unbuttons the rest of your shirt and casts it aside before stripping down herself and leading you into the shower, where she sits on the bench carved into the marble patterned shower wall and guides you down onto her lap. The wash cloth is soft as she cleans your body, careful and gentle as she moves it between your thighs, minding the extra sensitive area. Her fingers massage your scalp as she lathers shampoo into your hair, all the while murmuring about how much she cares for you and peppering your face with soft kisses.

Dried and lying atop the sheets, she pumps lotion into her hands and massages it into your wrists before pulling the duvet up and over your bodies. As you curl into the comfort of her body, your mouth searches for hers in the dark. After kissing her you whisper her name as you slip your fingers between hers.

“Alex?”

“Yes, love?”

“This was the best birthday.”

“Hmm,” Alex muses thoughtfully, and you feel her smile against your cheek. “I guess I’ll have to try harder next year.”

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Alex Blake SFW Alphabet

Alex Blake x reader warnings: none really, some sexual situations talked about. SURPRISE! Two things in one day! a WIN. I thought maybe sitting down and doing some headcanons from templates might help get the ball rolling on creativity so you might see a few more things like this pop out this week! <3

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Alex is relatively affectionate, especially around friends or in private. She wants to make sure her friends and partner know that they are cared about and just how much. She doesn’t shy away from a squeeze on the hand, hugs or quick kisses in public. At home with you she’s very touchy, a hand on you as often as possible, curled up on the couch with you while she reads and you watch tv. She also shows her affection by picking up little treats for you whenever she’s out during the day. Whether it’s a candy bar added to the grocery order, or a post card from a city the BAU has visited recently, she loves having something to give to you when she gets home.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

First and foremost, she’s loyal. Once she knows you, and trusts you, trusts her gut that you are a friend, she’s always going to have your back and make sure to help you with whatever it is you might need. I like to think that she’s a pretty friendly person and isn’t afraid of striking up conversations with strangers in public. She’s someone that has lots of ‘regular’s’ that she runs into during her errand running and the like, ya know what I mean?

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Hear me out: Alex is the biggest snuggler. She adores it, especially after a long day of either teaching or profiling. It’s quiet, soft, tender, the easiest way to show affection without having to move and it literally releases endorphins to make everyone feel better. She loves being sprawled on the couch and having you slotted between her legs, either propped up on her chest while you read together, or curled around her so she can play with your hair. At night she loves being tangled up in your limbs in bed, simply holding each other as you fall asleep.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Alex has been there done that. And she kinda always thought that was it for her, she’d had her love, had her marriage and now was married to the job. Until she meets you and realizes that there’s room for more than one great love in each life. She doesn’t particularly want to get married again, knowing all the extra ordeals that go along with that, but she’ll happily commit to a life partner, and lbh, if a ring and a party make you happy, she’ll definitely go for it.

I like to think Alex is a very clean person. Like, not overly wiping down every surface with Lysol constantly, but her apartment is always clean and tidy. There is almost always a coffee mug on the coffee table in some level of half drunk, but that’s about it. Her dishes are dealt with right away, things don’t get left out, everything has a home and is almost always in it. You do often tease her about her “clutter” being the pile of books that somehow seems to move from room to room (and they’re always all together in said stack, it’s never one or two moving around). Cooking wise she’s good. Nothing extravagant. She knows the basics and usually sticks with that. Though she also does really enjoy finding a new recipe to experiment with at least once a month.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

(I’m ngl. Part of me really wants to say she would like, just ghost and disappear without continuing communication. Cause.. she literally hates conflict, vanishes on her family and peaced out on the BAU without an actual goodbye.. LOL)

BUT, our girl has more respect for that when it comes to people she’s romantically interested in, even if that has faded. It’s going to be quick, a rip the band-aid off situation and she’ll likely do it at your place so that it’s private and she can leave quickly once it’s done and you have some privacy to grieve alone.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

One of these days I’ll remember that this is down here and not cover it under D, LOL. So, as stated, she doesn’t necessarily care for marriage again, but if she was to find love again she’s fully committed to it and will love you for the rest of her life. She *might* consider marriage if it’s an absolute dealbreaker for you, but it’s usually something she’ll bring up on the first date or so, so you both know from the start and the likelihood of her running into it down the road when she’s fully in love and invested isn’t as likely.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Listen, when this bitch isn’t dealing with unsubs, she is the most gentle fucking soul on earth. She is Mother. She is tender, loving, caring and just so sweet. Her touch is always soft, fingers trailing across your skin, drawing patterns on it while she listens to you tell stories. She’s generally pretty gentle and tender in the bedroom as well, she prefers to praise, overstimulate or edge, teasing with her words rather than physical pain. If you ask she might experiment a little bit more into that pool but she doesn’t like to inflict pain.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Alex is a hugger, even if it’s just a small, quick one to say hello/goodbye while she drops a kiss to the top of your head. If she’s been gone for a while she yearns for a longer, deeper one, truly sinking into the embrace, wrapping herself tightly around you as she tucks her head into the crook of your neck. Her hugs are always full of love and affection and a way to kinda say what’s on her mind without actually having to say anything. Like, you literally cannot tell me she doesn’t give amazing hugs.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

For a linguist, she’s not great with words when it comes to feelings/conveying things properly in relationships (both romantic, and platonic). So she’s gonna show you that she loves you before she actually says it. She also knows that other ways of showing love can mean more than the simple words of saying it, it shows that she actually really means it rather than just throwing the phrase around a lot. So she’s not someone who does say it a lot, she prefers to keep it for the moments when it really does mean a lot, or the extremely private, intimate moments in the dark as you’re falling asleep together.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Alex is another one of those insecure jealousy types. She’s confident in herself and in your relationship, but you are a little bit younger, and she can be more introverted. So sometimes seeing you out with your friends flitting around like a social butterfly she wishes that she could be more like that, or more social, especially when it comes to your group of people. She’s not one to make a scene about it, but there has been more than one occasion where she’ll approach you, press a soft kiss to your cheek and say she’s going home, feign an excuse of being tired or not feeling great and *insist* that you stay out and have a good time.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Her kisses are soft, tender, and only for you. They can definitely be fiery in the right situation, but she uses kisses as a primary way to express her love. She loves to kiss the top of your head, your cheek, the tip of your nose, the back of your hand, and of course your lips. When she wants to make you absolutely melt, she’ll wrap herself around you from behind and trail kisses up and down your neck until you’re putty in her hands and practically dragging her into the bedroom.

She loves you kisses no matter where you kiss her. There’s something about the little grin on your face before you leave a kiss anywhere on her body that absolutely gives her butterflies and makes her blush, even to this day. Alex has a particularly soft spot for the way you’ll kiss her inner thighs before going down on her.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Loaded question my dude.

Alex is incredibly good with kids. She loves being around them and will happily spend an afternoon running around the yard with JJ’s boys, even “suffering” through cleaning up, bath time and adores reading them bedtime stories. She’ll always offer up babysitting services for her friends and absolutely adores getting to be “Auntie Alex” but it always leaves her drained and full of a sense of missing out, especially as she watches her friends’ kids growing up and hitting milestones and she simply yearns for getting to see her own son do the same.

And to follow up with that; no she doesn’t want to have any other kids. Of her own or adopted. She knows that she would be absolutely terrified from the moment of conception that everything was going to go wrong again. She knows she would be a helicopter parent and be obsessively overprotective and every time the kid so much as coughed her mind would go straight to the worst case scenario and she knows she can’t handle that.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Her mornings are relaxed, both work mornings and weekend mornings. The only difference is having to say goodbye on workdays (and getting up a little earlier). There’s the morning paper, followed by the morning crossword, coffee of course and breakfast.

On the weekends those things generally all still happen in bed, or curled up on the couch with a couple of fuzzy blankets while you enjoy the quiet of the morning, the sun getting brighter, birds chirping outside and each other’s company.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are fun, a little more spirited, more laughter and fun sprinkled in there as you wind down from the day, likely accompanied by a glass of wine or two. Dinner is likely cooked together, even if together means one of you cooking while the other sits on the counter and keeps them company. There’s music playing through the house, stories of your days/weeks told and plenty of stolen kisses while you’re waiting for a pot to boil or timer to go off.

Evenings are spent either on the couch or out in the back yard on the fancy furniture, lounging together while you read, watch tv, or catch up on work. Alex adores the nights that you scoop up one of her books of poetry and climb into her lap so she can read to you while playing with your hair.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Homegirl keeps a lot pretty tight lipped. There’s a lot she’s going to keep to herself and it’s going to have to actually be asked specifically to her before she’ll bring it up. She’ll mention that she was married before, she likely still has a decent relationship with James so that comes up pretty quick. But otherwise it’s a little thing here, a little thing there and there’s likely still some things you don’t know about her when you’ve been together for years.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

She’s got the patience of a fucking god. Alex doesn’t do angry, she can do frustrated, or annoyed, but she really doesn’t get that angry often. And if she does she’s going to bottle it up and save it for work when she can/needs to take it out on an unsub. If the two of you get into it and things are starting to explode into something where things might be said that you don’t really mean, she’s always the one to hit pause, put a pin in it and the two of you both walk away and cool down so you can sit down and discuss the actual issue at hand later on.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

With her brain?!?

Of fucking course she’s remembering like, 98% of the things that you tell her, hell, even the things you don’t tell her. She’s just got a way. She caught the way your eyes lit up at the sight of a molten lava cake being taken to a table when you were out to dinner and the next time you were having a rough day she ordered one delivered. She borrowed your phone once when hers was dead to use your Spotify and discovered which artist you had on repeat 24/7 and of course got tickets to their concert for your birthday. You always stole a particular sweater of hers on cold days and you felt bad, giving it back after a day cause it was so cozy and she needed to be warm too so she bought it in five other colours for both of you to share.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

The moment that she knew she was in love with you. It was something small, domestic, just quietly and intimately sharing the same space for hours on end. Maybe the first full weekend you hadn’t left her apartment and seeing you move through her space with no issues, making yourself at home and she knew that she liked her home a hell of a lot better with you in it.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Alex is the perfect amount of protective. She knows you can take care of yourself and never wants to be overbearing, so she lets you live your life when you’re apart. However she is the one to always make sure you’re attentive when you’re alone at night, that your car door is locked as soon as you’re in it, if your apartment doesn’t have a security system when you meet you better bet that she’ll make you install one. She insists that anytime you’re out with your friends you call her to come pick you up when you’ve had too much to drink. If you’re out together and she can sense that you’re uncomfortable because of the idiot hitting on you, she’s gonna wrap an arm around your waist, press a kiss to your cheek and get you outta there as quickly as she can.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Regular dates not so much, but if she’s been out of town for a while she makes sure to plan something nice, it’s never anything crazy or over the top, but an excuse for you to dress up a little bit so she can take you out for a nice dinner. Anniversaries are always sentimental for Alex, there’s flowers, time spent together likely at home with a homecooked or take out dinner before the night is spent in the bedroom. Gifts for big days are always similar, they’re things that you’ve talked about loving, or something that’s rare, hard to find, something you mentioned in passing a couple of times that she happened to come across. Or homemade presents, ones made with love instead of bought with money.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Overworking FOR SURE. It’s pretty often that you have to wander into the home office well past midnight and drag her to bed. She’ll argue that she ‘only has one thing left to do’ but will thank you beyond belief in the morning. She also has a tendency to work through her meals, something that only got worse once she was at the BAU, so you’ll always make sure she has lunch packed, and if she’s teaching you’ll swing by to have lunch with her.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Alex isn’t overly concerned. She’s always professionally put together, makes sure she looks good in that sense, but make up isn’t something she delves into too much, and she’s never going to think about going under the knife for beauty things, she’s just going to hope she ages gracefully.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Hmmm….. No. I think that she would be fine. She’s always been a pretty independent person; she spent a lot of time apart from James and she never had too much of a problem with it. She doesn’t need a partner to feel secure and like she’s a whole person, she’s all that on her own. She’d also thought she was going to be single forever post divorce and had no issues with that, meeting someone new was just a happy coincidence.

X = Xtra (A random head canon for them.)

I can’t think of anything totally random so you’re getting something canon related. Her and Strauss were in the academy together and they definitely fucked or were in some kind of relationship that obviously didn’t end well. She also had a little crush on JJ, whether she realized it or not.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

She’s not a fan of dumb people, and we’re not talking like, college dropouts, she’s fine if you didn’t go to post secondary school. We’re talking plain logic, street smarts. If someone has zero interests and thus nothing to ever educate themselves on, she’s not into it. (like, this could be some insanely smart thing that like, Reid is into, or it could be something like different strains of weed, she does not care, just use your brain for something). Even worse than that to her is people who *play* dumb. She’s got zero patience when it comes to that.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Has a nightly routine that she sticks to every night, no matter what. If she’s on the road, up late, whatever, she absolutely always has to brush teeth, wash her face, apply some minimal skin care, turn down the lights and read at least a small chapter before she can go to bed. She likes to keep routine and normalcy and this really helps with that.

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Criminal Minds - How They Cuddle (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Blake, Elle Greenaway, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia and Tara Lewis

Warnings: None

Word count: +500

Alex Blake

- She may not look it, but loves and values physical contact and this makes her a big fan of cuddling, especially on mentally exhausting days. Alex often lies on the sofa in the living room, on the sun lounger when it's hot, with a book in hand, just waiting for you to join in, once that happens she'll have her head lying against your chest, arm under your body, free hand stroking hair or gently rubbing your back while she reads silently. 

Elle Greenaway

- She's like a cuddly bear, barely able to keep her hands off you for long and this can make her seem a bit clingy, but it's hard not to give in when she makes that cute puppy face. Elle loves to have her arm around you in any situation, stroke all your soft spots and occasionally tease you with a few tickles. If you are shorter, she will delight in laying the head on top of yours and smelling hair, fingers tracing invisible words on your skin. 

Emily Prentiss

- Calm and intimate moments are by far her favorite, understandable considering the chaotic and tense nature of her job. Some days, Emily just wants to lie down and be held being the little spoon, feeling the comfort and tranquillity that the warmth of your body offers. Other days she wants to be face to face, running her fingertips over your face, memorizing and appreciating every detail as you talk about respective days, sharing the good and the bad things.  

Jennifer Jareau

- In previous relationships, the blonde didn't have the habit of cuddling so often, maybe it was the dynamic or the trying to juggle work, but with you it's a necessity. There's nothing better than coming home, having a hot bath and throwing herself into the arms of her lover in bed, arms wrapped around your waist and head lying against chest, feeling your heart beat, listening to the breathing until both fall asleep. The boys are very affectionate, so spending lazy family mornings on the bed/sofa becomes habitual, sometimes watching animations. 

Penelope Garcia

- As well as loving pet names and PDA, obviously Penelope would love to cuddle. She's vibrant, expressive and very affectionate, plus has an inexplicable obsession with your hands, she'll always be rubbing it and drawing imaginary shapes. In the privacy of home, she'll have you in her arms at any moment, hugging behind the back while preparing dinner, legs entwined and stroking soft spots on the skin when watching series, etc. And it's not as if work stops her, at the first opportunity Garcia puts you on her lap or sits on yours, holding hands, intimate conversations that make the days better.  

Tara Lewis

- In contrast, at first she's not so keen on cuddling for no reason and gradually learns to love these moments. Tara even creates a kind of ritual, turning off the light or closing the curtains to leave the room pleasantly dark, putting on some soft background music and grabbing a blanket to cover you both up, there's nothing better than lazy afternoons in each other's arms. Her fingers stroking your hair as she gives you soft kisses on the forehead and cheeks, sharing a glass of wine between loving words. 

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Cat's Outta The Bag

Pairing: Alex Blake x reader

Wc: 2307

Summary: your relationship with Alex is revealed when you're kidnapped

A/n: based on season 8 because dAng that season was interesting

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It was all a flummoxing blur. One moment you were on the field, listening to Garcia's research, the next you were straying away from your team to the desecrated bodies of the most recent murder, trying to put two and two together. You couldn't do what you intended with a certain someone's gaze lingering on your frame. So much for being professional during work. Alex could never resist you.

You were whirling, smile by your lips, wanting to catch her in the act.

But there was a snap of black before your eyes, the wind shrieking by your ears.

Your vision was dazed as it warped around uselessly. Pain flicked at the back of your head before it multiplied into violent lobs as your vision cleared, sending honed shrieks into your ears, or was it happening the other way round?

You felt the rumble from your throat as you tilted your head back in exhaustion, the nerves tight in your neck from your bowed position.

A snap of white.

You were recoiling violently. Realising too late that your limbs were locked up with the chair. It slammed backward onto the ground. You were out with the light blaring into your face.

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It was a beat late before the Alex realised you were missing. Then everyone was reacting. She could see JJ's panic, could hear Garcia's haste as she clattered away at the keyboard for a CCTV footage.

"Morgan, Rossi, scour the area for any evidence. Reid, Blake, you talk to anyone who's been around the area. Kids, joggers, leave no one out. JJ you're with me, we still have a profile to give." It was Hotch's order, and they all took off right on the spot.

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It wasn't until the afternoon heat laid onto Virginia that they all filtered back into Quantico, ready to relay all the information they got.

Which was nothing at all.

"Hardly anyone passed by, and the ones that did, saw nothing at all." Blake said, covering up her frustration.

"Well we were at the crime scene, which already means that this area would be more desolate, the Unsub would feel safer to dump the bodies there." Reid supported.

"Not even a paper trail." David gave, Morgan only looked defeated as he shook his head.

"Seems like this is the only lead we got." JJ placed a ziploc bag contained picture of you onto the table.

The room stiffened, Alex could feel hot tears pressing behind her eyes, but she was composed. She had to be, she needed to be on this case to catch that son of a-

"Blake?" It was Hotchner's voice.

She glanced up and blinked a few times. "Sorry, could you.."

"Based on the quality of this photograph. The Unsub is the same as the Unsub who's stalking us." Hotch gave a summary of the discussion Alex missed out on.

"But this is the first abduction." Reid turned to Hotch. "Your picture was the first to be found, this one," he gathered up the bag, "is the second. The order is wrong."

A tear pushed its way down Alex's cheek. She'd lost her grasp, on composure. She shoved it away within a blink, but JJ saw it, of course she did, they were in a room full of profilers.

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The bullpen was practically working even though it was past midnight for more than one insisted to stay back, work on ideas, profiling.

At 4 am, soft snores filled the darkened bullpen, only Alex was awake. Her desk lamp basically a nightlight for the others as she worked through the Unsub's replicated murders over and over again, scanned over witnesses statements. There must be something they missed, something crucial, a hint, a taunt, a misstep. It all revealed something.

At 5 am,

The panic of the previous morning ambushed her, of losing you. The temperature rose, her clothes stuck to her skin from sweat. Her heart rang in her ears, and gripped the edge of her desk to quell their tremble. She had pursed her lips, let a few tears slip, glared at the surface and went back to work. She wouldn't let herself obstruct herself from finding you. There wasn't enough time as it is.

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In a state of dwam, the bright light was no worse attacking your vision than last time. Your head throbbed like hell. A sharp metallic scent bludgeoning you in the face and you gagged, it was lingering on your tongue but your throat was sore from the prickling dehydration. You couldn't spit and your spite to do so was self-sabotage. You shoved yourself against the restrains, something jangled. Locks.

You strained your neck and midriff. Wincing at the dried blood at your wounds that tore up and flaked. The moment you saw it the hope of escape, you regretted it. 8 locks hooking all the chains together into one fat rope. Sweat slipped down your neck as you gritted your teeth as you righted yourself back onto the chair. Catching a flicker of blinking red dot in front of you. Videotaping never ended well for the victims. Was it the end of your line.?

You thought of Alex, of the team, of your sister and brother and mother and father. Tears needled your dry eyes as you scoured the room from your limited position. Empty blank walls. Two doors you couldn't get to. You realised this time your chair was tied to a water pipe that perforated the middle of the room.

Then the door rattled and creaked open.

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"Garcia, you're up."

"As much as I worked my superpowers.. I'm sorry sir I got nothing. The cameras were cut off the moment she left for the vic."

Hotch clenched his jaw. This was going nowhere.

"Alright so this guy's smart, meticulous, organized." Morgan said. "Couldn't be his first ride."

"Or he's trained to do this." Blake garnered the attention of the rest of the team. The atmosphere ladened with stoic anticipation.

"I believe the Unsub is an inside man." Blake began. It was a heavy accusation, but it was the closest shot.

"That's why he's been able to know when and where we were, infiltrate BAU twice. He's a professional in his field, or multiple fields. Biochemistry, tech, possibly more. So we're talking someone who lives in solitude and lacks the socialising skills." No one interrupted her. So she continued.

"The stalking only began after I joined the team, which means he is connected to me through some kind of betrayal and is seeking some kind of revenge."

She took in a well-needed breath and placed her palms onto the table surface."The only event I could think about it is the Amerithrax case."

"Garcia, pull up everyone involved in the Amerithrax case."

"You got it boss." Garcia quipped before strutting out of the room quickly.

Reid swiveled in his chair thoughtfully, but didn't say anything until everyone left the room. He turned to Alex with a look, some kind of revelation twinkling in his eyes "she wasn't involved in the Amerithrax case, she didn't even join the FBI until years later. So if he wanted to get you back for it, why take her instead of you?"

Alex smiled. "I knew you'd fish me out for that." Reid returned her courtesy before he resumed his profiling.

"You two are involved." And Blake gave him an insouciant shrug that told him everything he wanted to know. He grinned.

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An hour later, a yellow letter stamped with blazing bold red letters 'CONFIDENTIAL' was placed congruously on Blake's desk. With Rossi's encounter in mind, they got the specialists to get the file open.

No drugs were found. Only tens of thousands of pictures scattered on the desk. You were bounded, blinded, possibly drugged with lacerations, bruises, blood, dirt, grime. Your hair was a mess, the black and white lighting exaggerated your bone structure. There were close-ups, far shots, angled shots.

Alex was blank terrified.

He was punishing her for something she didn't know and for the first time in a long time, she was utterly terrified. Her heart slamming into her chest, her breath shallow and fast as white spots interfered her vision, she sought support on a pillar that had still a clear shot to whatever was happening inside the office she couldn't bring herself to go in.

None of the pictures seemed to carry any hope until the last one. Your pose was different, head slanted to the right instead of to the left. "This was intentional, look at her neck, it's straining." JJ pointed out, showing a rather tough line going down the length of your neck that wasn't present in the rest of the pictures.

"Dead or alive, we are nailing him into the ground." Morgan shoved a fist into the desk, a few photographs sliding off the desk from the impact.

"Guys I found something." Garcia interrupted, coming out of her liar and immediately caught the way Blake stood a distance too far from the only evidence they harboured. Her curiousity piqued, but the time was off putting.

"Okay so I looked into our security cameras. And for the 10 minutes we were in the meeting room. Guess who gets in? John Curtis." A picture of the Unsub popped up on screen behind her.

"An inside man and was also in the Amerithrax case, just like Blake said. He has certs in so SO many fields but now I couldn't care less. He has an address surrounded with land. Grassy, green, land which I've already sent to your cells."

"Thank you Garcia. Let's go."

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There was a distant whirring, like blades chopping up the air. You groaned into the gag cloth that soaked up the moisture from your lips and mouth, your eyes wanted to tape itself shut. Your voice not as loud as you wanted it to be as you wheezed. You thrashed your legs and pulled at your arms, chest panting and your throat tore as you lurched over and tried to scream.

You would give it to him. To that sorry fuck that thought of everything. No spouse, no kids, no life. He only had his own vengeance but you knew your team were going to find you. They were going to, it's just a matter of time.

But you felt doozed, you need some rest now, at least that's what your brain told you. So you let your lids fall in exhaustion, your head drooping forwards.

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It was only for a moment before you thought you heard Alex, her voice ringing like bells. Was it her touch you felt? Her hand at your jaw, pulling your hair out of your face.

You peered, brown hair in your face, her irises always enraptured you. Then your vision narrowed, her gaze turned anxious, your eyes wore out again, encasing you in darkness.

An explosion, you jerked, your yelp tore your dry lips, eyes shooting open instinctively as a wave of warmth rolled over you.

The craggy roll of a shopping cart's wheels was what you felt next, your bones were cushioned, soft sheets rumpled beneath you as a commotion around you settled like white noise. A hand reached yours, a familiar face entered your vision, the colour on her face alternating between hues of red and blue, red and blue, red and blue.

It spilled, your tears cold against the night air as they wheeled you, Alex running alongside the stretcher until they towed you into the back of the ambulance. She combed through your hair, careful not to touch the injuries you sustained, her lips a trembling smile as you gave her one back wearily.

The team stood by as they watched your embrace. A bit spooked at Blake's affection even though word spread quick within the team of your relationship. They watched, soft smiles making way onto their face as Blake held your hand in a vice grip, though her touch was surprisingly tender.

She pressed the back of your hand against her cheek as she let out a choked sob as your nails glided lightly beneath her cheek. For a linguist, she was out of words.

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You remembered when you first started out in the industry. Someone had said to you, once an agent, always an agent. You didn't really register those words until you were stuck at home during the recuperation period, antsy to leave the house when it was what got you stuck in the first place.

On the second week, Alex had the honour of telling you that John Curtis died in the explosion, painfully, with his skin ripped off his bones. You hadn't felt lighter since then.

You hit the 3 weeks mark before you returned to Quantico. Riding that elevator, with the weight of your bag slung over your shoulder, your work jacket never felt so unfamiliar.

The elevator glided to a stop, doors opening then a clap!

A flurry of multicoloured ribbons floating down on your head as the team cheered. "Welcome back!"

You blew a ribbon out of your face, lips brimming with smiles at the familiar faces who ambushed you into a hug the second you crossed into the threshold. "I missed you guys."

"We missed you too!" Garcia grinned, voice quivering as she swiped at her eyes. "And also you owe us a kiss for your rendezvous!" She quipped.

"Yeah I thought we were friends." Morgan jested.

"Really?" You laughed, seeing the team's eyes on both you and Blake expectedly, Garcia wiggling her eyebrows as you groaned.

"Come on guys, at least ask how I'm doing."

Alex only shrugged, a fond mirth playing on her lips. "I had no part in this, but the cat's outta the bag and we gotta pay for it."

You had rolled your eyes in defeat and amusement, but indulged them either ways.

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