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thir10th · 2 days

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hi love! i'd like to req emily smut, maybe a little more on the rough side if you'd be comfortable with that, where she gets jealous over reader and shows that through sex

if you want something less vague, it could be when reader brings emily lunch to her office and morgan keeps flirting with her, leading to some action in emily's office

I'll be doing these two together cause why not. I hope you don't mind! thanks for requesting, and I hope you liked it!!

jealousy - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

summary: see the asks, it's a mix of both, it kind of took a turn, but i hope you still enjoy it! tw: jealousy, a very poor try at dom Emily, fingering, breast play?, idk tws are so hard once you've finished writing🥲, i think that's it lmk if i'm missing smth a/n: no idea if there's a way for me to link both asks here, someone lmk if there is

It's only 8.00 am when you enter the police station, two bodies in the past 12 hours required the early hours, everyone had to be focused, your mind had to be only in one place. However, this wasn't the case for all the people on that room.

The local police officer at the head of the case had some other things in his mind.

He starts by boldly checking you out, looks at you up and down, stopping and staring at the short tank top you were wearing, which makes you uncomfortable enough to cover yourself with your arms as much as you can.

The look your girlfriend sends to him doesn't go unnoticed to you, you start to believe she will set him on fire just with her stare, she places herself covering your body to shake his hand, which she gripes a bit too harder than the usual.

If you didn't know her any better, you would say she is jealous.

But there was just no way, right? Emily Prentiss doesn't get jealous, she's too confident for that, she has you so well wrapped around her finger, she doesn't need to be jealous. Right?

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"so you think this... unsub like you call him, could be on a killing spree because of his mother?" the agent asks you, staring at the last picture you just sticked to the board with a puzzled look.

"we're positive, we've seen this modus before, it's a clear pattern" you explain

"ugh, so talking about mommy issues" you can't help the little snicker that scapes your lips.

He looks triumphant, fully believes he's got you under his spell. He couldn't be more wrong.

The familiar hand that slides behind you on your lower back makes you jump, Emily comes around you, standing closer than she usually does.

"hey, what were you talking about?" she asks, tilting her head.

"oh, nothing just the case" you say, unbothered.

"just the case huh?" you turn your head to see how she's staring at him, as he walks away from you both.

"Em? what is it?" you ask suspicoisly.

"nothing, i just don't understand, what could be so funny if you were just talking about the case..." she says sarcastically

"oh my god" you try to keep your voice down, but the excitement is still noticeable "oh my god, Emily, you're jealous!"

"what? What do you mean I'm jealous?" her voice a couple octaves higher, making it so obvious to you she's lying.

"that's not even a real answer!" you say.

"ugh..." she lets out one of those little sounds she always makes when she knows she's been caught, you think it's adorable.

"ok, so maybe... maybe I just... don't like the way he looks at my girlfriend, so sue me!" she tries defending herself, but you couldn't take it seriously for your life, you find it adorable, the slight pink tinting her cheeks, her reassuring hand still resting on your lower back.

"Emily, c'mon, you know i love you" you kiss her cheek, she kisses you back but still doesn't look so convinced.

The thing is, you could not be any less attracted to that man, there was no way in the world you would find his flirting any appealing, but the idea of teasing Emily sounds too exciting.

A little fun never hurt anyone, right?

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"...hellooo, earth to Prentiss?"

Morgan waves a hand in front of Emily’s face and she’s brought back to reality.

"what?" she asks.

"i said, could you please put your frown away, you're scaring Reid" Spencer doesn't even hear the comment, too focused on the case file to even pay attention to the conversation that was taking place right beside him.

"my frown is just where it has to be, thank you" she says raising an eyebrow at that.

Derek gives a scoff, and Rossi chuckles at the whole stupidity of the situation. “If y/n can’t feel your stare burning a hole in her back, when she turns and sees you, she’s sure gonna think you're planning a murder.”

"i might just be" she mutters

"I think I know what's going on" Rossi intervenes "she isn't looking at y/n" he explains pointing at you "I think someone might be jealous"

You are only a few feet away, discussing your last findings with the detective, trying to laugh at every little thing he says, making sure Emily is watching.

"I'm not jealous" she defends "she is so clearly not interested, but what if she needs me to step in?" her attempt to make up a good excuse isn't good enough for any of them to buy it

"if that helps you, but all i can hear is jealousy" a big, cocky smile spread on Morgan's face, it's only making her angrier

"c'mon, or we will too have to face the consequences of the territorial monster of jealousy when it explodes" Rossi says, dragging Morgan away

"yeah, mark your territory" Morgan laughs, while Emily gives him the finger "go get her lover!"

It's your loud chuckle that draws the line for her. When you finally get away from the persistent officer, you turn to see Emily isn't there anymore, taking your phone you see 2 new message from her.

From Em💕: you better knock your shit off baby.

From Em💕: That's it. You're so in for it later.

That one makes your heart throb, it shortly makes you wonder if you had taken it too far. This was not gonna end well for you.

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Hotch decides to call it for the day, sending you off to start fresh in the morning, when a male voice you had heard enough already, calls your name

"Agent, I was wondering if you would be in for a drink with me?" he asks, eyeing you up and down yet again.

You are so sure you would find it just as disgusting if you weren't so gay, and so in love with your girlfriend.

"oh, sorry but no, actually, I-" a much more familiar female voice interrupts you "she's with me" Emily says.

He can't believe his eyes, Emily wraps her arm around your waist pulling you close to her body "hi babe" she says, kissing your lips, you return the kiss, a bit amused at her jealousy, but loving the possessiveness she was showing.

"Sorry, you were saying?" she asks, the man still open-mouthed, he can't bring himself to even speak.

"nothing... ugh, good night, agents" he dismisses you, and walks away defeated.

Emily and you head out of the bullpen, her arm still securely wrapped around your waist, she slides her hand on your back pocket, grabbing a handful of your ass possessively, making you chuckle.

"wanna talk about it?" you ask her innocently

"oh we are gonna be doing a bit more than talking you and me"

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Emily doesn't even leave time for the door to close, and you have a split second to register your thoughts before she closes the door and walks over in one long stride and slams you into the wall.

Her mouth attacks yours in a hungry, desperate kiss, her tongue invading in a fight for dominance, that you just let her win, she is determined to have her way with you, and you aren't going to stop her.

She wasted no time in getting her hands on you, roughly rubbing her hands over your exposed skin. You, however, delicately placed your arms around her neck and when you both pulled apart to breathe.

"what's wrong, Em?" you ask her, breathlessly

"you know what? For starters, I didn't like the way he was looking at you" she starts, her breath warm against your skin, she lowers her head getting your neck, kissing it so sweetly you feel you could melt

she is quick to find your pulse point, mouth-opened kisses all over your skin, she nips all over your spot, which makes you moan

"but then imagine my surprise when i saw you, flirting back" her hand finds her way underneath your shirt, reaching for your breast, she finds no more resistance as you aren't wearing a bra, your other nipple peaking through your shirt in excitement.

She uses her free hand to grip your ass, you jump at the feeling whimpering on her mouth, her closeness only making you more excited.

"but you don't like him, do you, baby?" she asks, teasing you, she leaves a soft kiss on your lips

"he wouldn't stand a chance, we both know men aren't really your type" Emily says lowly, nipping at the tender spot behind your ear.

She slips her leg between yours, a soft moan escapes your lips.

"so you just wanted to make me jealous" you're too deep in her dominance to even register anything, letting out soft whimpers every time her thumb brushes against the nub and grips the soft skin of your breast

"god... Emily" you let out, as Emily pulls your thighs apart with her hand.

"you know, baby, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked" she attacks your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave purple marks you couldn't care any less about now.

Emily presses her fingertips against the crotch of your jeans "your clothes. Take them off or I'll rip them off" she commands, taking a step back from you, leaving too little space to maneuver.

You knew better than to tease her when she was like this. A shiver of excitement runs through your back, and you comply.

You take your jeans off then, your shirt, quickly throwing them somewhere far on the room.

You move to kiss her again, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a kiss, but she doesn't let you, instead she grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up.

You wrap your legs around her waist, she carries you to bed, laying you down just harshly enough to make you even more excited for whats to come.

"you are gonna do exactly what i ask you to tonigh, you know why, baby?" you hold your breath, you're not sure if she actually wants you to answer, but you try nonetheless "because I'm yours"

Your answer seems to satisfy her, as she begins kissing her way down your body, taking special care to nip at your collarbone and stomach to leave more marks than the one's on your neck.

The soft cloth of her shirt rubs against your skin and as if just now realising she was still dressed, you grab the hem of her shirt and help her take it off, throwing it somewhere in the vicinity of the room, like you had done with your own clothes.

And not a moment later, she is back to kissing your body, stopping suddenly when she reached the hemline of your underwear.

Her hand navigates down them, she dips low enough to collect your arousal on her fingertips before rubbing your clit forcefully. Your body reacts immediately, curling forward. "Em!" you moan

"what's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue? use your words, if you want me to stop the teasing, just say it"

"fuck...Em, please, I'm yours, please Emily, yours" you confirm, closing your eyes and letting your hips rock against her hand.

“Who are you this wet for?” Emily demands, nipping at your earlobe.

"just you" you whimper, desperation starting to build in your lower stomach

"that's right baby" the cocky smile on her lips makes your eyes roll. You obviously loved slow, romantic love making with your grilfriend, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't love this side of her just as much.

She continued to move her fingers inside of you and you met each thrust but you almost fell apart when she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed hard.

She uses her free hand to play with your breast, you let out a gasp when her tongue moves over it spurred you on and she begins to gently suck on it while her hand still caressed your other breast.

You melt into the mattress at her words. "let go, c'mon baby, I got you" you cum on the spot, as she fucks you through your orgasm, she let's you ride your high.

Emily lays down beside you as you come down from the climax, she kisses your lips softly, lovingly this time, less urgent.

"you know i didn't mean any of it right? I was just playing with you, i love you. He didn't stand a chance" you try to clarify

"yes baby, i know, i love you too, i wasn't so harsh with you right?" she asks concerned. Sometimes you can't believe how Emily's mood changes so fast, from all dominating, incredibly sexy, to concerned, soft girlfriend.

"Em, it was perfect" you say, grabbing her face and pecking her lips "you are perfect" you kiss her again.

"well, good, because we're just getting started, i'm not sure you've learned your lesson yet" she grins.

"Like i said, I'm all yours, agent Prentiss" she sits to straddle you, and you grab her face to pull her in for another kiss.

Emily caresses your neck with her thumb, looking at the purple marks she had previously left "this will be hard to cover tomorrow"

"who says I'm covering them?"

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Sitting on your usual spot on the plane, you lay behind Emily's amr, resting your head on her shoulder as she reads.

You aren't oblivious of the look on Morgan's face, right in front of you.

The shirt you chose had your neck and cleavage all on display, small and big purple marks cover your skin.

He stares bluntly at you, a cheeky smile covering his face "So y/n, looks like you and Prentiss had yourselves a good night. Care to share?"

Emily gives him the finger.

"in your dreams" you say.

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wow! a lot longer than i expected it to be! finishing this one gave me a headache so please like and reblog if you liked it, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated! <333 reqs still open as always!

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mxmmyprentiss · 2 days

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jealousy, jealousy

Summary: JJ was always observant of her surroundings. It's one of the skills that made her an excellent profiler. So when JJ saw you walk out of the supply room one afternoon followed by Emily leaving a minute later from that same supply room, she decided something was up. She has watched you and Emily closely since then. Genre: Fluff Pairing: Emily Prentiss x female reader / Emily Prentiss & Jennifer Jareau / Jennifer Jareau & Reader Warnings: jealousy, teasing, suggestive/implied smut (no actual smut scene) Word count: 3.4K+

A/N:

This idea suddenly came to me today and I just had to write it to get it out of my head. Enjoy!

All likes, reblogs and comments are encouraged and appreciated! :)

AO3

JJ was always observant of her surroundings. It's one of the skills that made her an excellent profiler.

So when JJ saw you walk out of the supply room one afternoon followed by Emily leaving a minute later from that same supply room, she decided something was up. She has watched you and Emily closely since then.

—

It’s one of those rare days that the team had no active case but there was a lot of backlogs on the reports and other paperworks so Emily distributed them on the team asking for help. The team willingly helped her (with the bribe of dinner and drinks later this week).

The lingering touch of your hand on Emily’s hand when she handed you some folders didn’t get past JJ’s sharp eyes.

She decided now was a good time to start her plan. She stood up and walked over to your desk. “Y/N, can I ask you for advice?” JJ asked, sitting on your desk. Emily looked at JJ too.

“Yeah, sure. What’s it about?” You answered with a smile.

JJ rubbed the back of her neck and stretched her back. “Don’t you have a background in physical therapy?”

“Yeah, I did rehab medicine for like a year then I got bored of it.” You chuckled, wincing at the reminder of your decisions. “Why’d you ask, JJ? Do you need one? I still know -”

“No, no…” JJ rubbed your arm up and down. “I was wondering if you still know what could be causing this stiff neck I was having lately. Right here,” She dragged your hand on the back of her neck.

Emily watched the exchange between you and JJ and couldn’t help the small fire starting inside her.

“Must be your sleeping position. Do you know how bad your sleeping and sitting positions are, especially on the jet?” You let out a ‘tsk’ sound as you shook your head, still oblivious to the way Emily was looking back and forth between the both of you.

JJ wasn’t letting your hand go, now she was holding your hand on her lap. “A good massage would cure this. Do you want to go to a spa with me tomorrow night? My treat.” JJ winked at you, grinning.

There was a small kick at the back of your foot and you realize Emily hasn’t left yet. She was clenching her jaw.

“I-I’m sorry, I can’t. I have plans, JJ.”

JJ’s grin turned into a pout. “Such a shame. I was hoping I could finally see that tattoo on your back.”

“You have a tattoo?” Spencer spinned around in his chair, curiously turning to your table upon hearing what JJ said. “What is it?”

“Nothing.” You quickly dismissed the questions. “Let’s all get back to work, shall we?”

The squeeze that JJ gave your shoulders didn’t get past Emily’s scrutinizing eyes. She asked you to follow her to her office and bring the folders she just handed you. You followed her without a question.

Emily closed the door to her office, almost like a slam but not quite. “So, what’s that?”

“What’s what?” You asked, confused about what she wanted to know. “My tattoo? You’ve seen it.”

“Don’t play dumb.” Emily rolled her eyes, back leaning against the desk. “JJ was clearly flirting with you.”

“She was?” You frowned, thinking. “She was always friendly.”

Emily shook her head, biting her lower lip for a second. “Not like that. She’s not usually this touchy.”

“Well,” You cleared your throat. “Don’t think too much about it now. It’s fine.”

Emily didn’t think more of it for now and dismissed you to your desk.

—

It has been happening a lot lately. You sleeping over at Emily’s apartment.

You let out a loud yawn, gently rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you enter the kitchen. The smell of bacon made your stomach grumble and the scent of brewing coffee filled your nose. You saw Emily in her adorable peach robe, busy making an elaborate breakfast on the counter. You shuffle behind her, pressing up close to her back and wrapping your arms around her waist.

“Good morning,” You greeted her, pressing a small trail of kisses on her neck. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a log.” Emily smiled. She slightly leaned her back onto your body, feeling like she might just fall asleep again snuggled up against you. “Breakfast is ready.”

“And she cooks.” You said cheerfully, grabbing two mugs and pouring a freshly brewed coffee for both of you. “Thank you, my love.” You gave a quick peck on the lips before sitting beside her.

“Eat up. We have to be at the office in 30.”

“We’ll shower together to save time. Then you’ll drive. You can be a reckless driver.” You teased, chewing on the food. Emily glared at you, knowing all too well that you’re right but not enjoying the fact that you are. “Remember that you love me.”

“Not when you’re so smug.” She gave you a deadpan look, before cracking and smiling lightly upon seeing the little bruises that scattered your neck and shoulder.

—

You both got to work on time. Emily got in the elevator first and you got into the next one to make it less suspicious.

Emily was just about to enter her office when you stepped out of the elevator. You pushed past the glass doors and said hello to everyone. Reid offered you a cup of coffee and you accepted it wholeheartedly.

Meanwhile, JJ had a knowing look in her eyes as she watched you and Emily over the top of her computer screen, but kept quiet for a moment and pretended to work, waiting to see if she could catch any more ‘suspicious’ activity between the both of you like how you always arrived two minutes later after Emily did for the past few weeks now.

To put her plan in motion, JJ sat on your desk, asking you random questions that weren’t work-related at all like if you saw the latest episode of the same TV show that you were watching, or if you listened to the latest album release of Taylor Swift.

You couldn’t help glancing at the distracting way she was alternating her thighs as she sat in front of you.

From her office, Emily could see the whole thing. JJ was sitting on your desk and how your eyes sometimes fell on JJ’s thighs that were barely covered by her skirt. A small twinge of jealousy flared inside Emily’s chest but she tried to tamp it down and not feel that way. JJ was a friend and coworker after all, and there’s no way that she or you would do anything more, especially in the workplace. She took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down and not let her mind run away with unnecessary thoughts.

That was the plan until Emily saw JJ rubbing your shoulders and arms. The sight made a small frown cross her lips, and that twinge of jealousy in her chest grew slightly bigger. She kept her expression composed as she watched from the corner of her eye, still attempting to not let her worries get to her but slightly failing as she noticed JJ getting more touchy with you.

Emily felt like she was about to lose it. Her jaw clenched slightly and her fist accidentally crumpled a piece of paper as she watched JJ wipe the coffee stain off your chin. That twinge of jealousy flared and turned into a blazing fire burning in her chest as she saw JJ’s touch being so close to your mouth.

Emily’s eyes widened in surprise as JJ accidentally spilled some coffee onto your shirt. A flash of annoyance flickered across her face. Although she still held the expression at bay, her annoyance was quickly becoming more evident as she saw you follow JJ out of the bullpen and away from her line of sight. The roaring fire in her chest was getting bigger and bigger.

Emily’s fists clenched tightly at her lap as she saw you come back wearing JJ’s shirt. The sight of it only made her feel more annoyed.

She felt her annoyance growing by the second as you approached her office.

“Hey, do you want coffee? I can get you some at the break room.” You said in your usual cheery voice.

“You look ridiculous.” Emily spat without even looking at you, pretending to read the reports in her table.

You frowned, eyebrows furrowing. You took a quick look at your shirt. There was nothing wrong with it. “Huh?”

Emily stood up, closing the blinds of her office, sensing that this conversation might be long and need privacy.

She finally looked at you. “Well, you’re walking around looking absolutely ridiculous in that shirt. You could have just taken it off rather than walking around looking like a fool.” Her voice was bitter and sarcastic now, clearly agitated by your current appearance that screamed I’m with JJ!

“JJ spilled coffee on me.” You reasoned.

She rolled her eyes, her mood growing more agitated as she listened to your excuse for your outfit. “You just had to put on her shirt. Why didn’t you just take it off, huh?”

“You want me to walk around topless? I don’t think people would approve.”

“I never said you should walk around topless. I said to take the damn shirt off since you already look ridiculous in it.” Emily let out an annoyed huff, glaring at you. She couldn’t help but think you looked like you’re parading around with JJ by wearing her shirt, and that did nothing but stoke the blazing jealousy inside her.

“What’s exactly wrong with it? It’s comfy. I’ll change later if I really look so ridiculous.” You said, still oblivious why Emily was suddenly acting like this. “JJ said I looked good in it.” You whispered, mostly to yourself, but Emily heard it.

She let out a small scoff, rolling her eyes at your words. Your statement only made her feel more aggravated. Her hands gripped the armrest of her chair, jaw clenching as the jealousy burned like wildfire inside of her. “Oh, of course. You always do what JJ says, huh?”

“Wh - what?”

Her eyes narrowed, voice cold as she responded to you, “You always do what JJ says. She says you should wear the stupid shirt, she says you look good in it so you take the compliment, she says anything and you do it without question. Isn’t that right?”

Emily never felt possessive or jealous like this before, but she was feeling it now and she couldn’t exactly control it.

You took a step closer to Emily. “It’s just a shirt, Em.”

She scoffed loudly and rolled her eyes again. “Of course it’s just a shirt. But it’s a shirt from JJ, and that’s what matters, right? You’d rather have anything that she gave you rather than something from me?”

So that’s what it was. It finally clicked into your thick skull.

Without saying a word, you took off the shirt, leaving you in your bra.

Emily’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of you taking your shirt off, revealing your bra and making her feel slightly flustered. Her eyes darted across your figure before snapping back up to your face. She swallowed thickly, quickly trying to regain composure, crossing her arms in front of her chest and still glaring. “Well, are you happy now? Because I’m sure JJ must love seeing you standing around in your bra.”

You let out an exasperated groan. “I wear it, you complain. I take it off, you complain. What am I supposed to do?”

“I want you to dress like a professional. A bra is not a proper attire and I can’t have you parading around the office in only that while everyone can see you. It’s embarrassing.”

“God,” you sighed. You quickly put the shirt back on.

As Emily sees you put the shirt back on, she felt satisfied that you were no longer standing around half naked. “Good. I don’t want you half naked out in the open where absolutely anyone can see you.” Emily walked closer to you, pulling the hem of the stupid shirt. “You’re mine and that’s enough. I don’t want JJ or any other agent getting any ideas.” She muttered under her breath in a bitter grumble.

You let out a small laugh. “Is this what this is about? You want to stake your claim on me?”

“What else do I need to say to get through that thick skull of yours?”

Emily was caught off guard by the quick peck on the lips that you gave her. “You look cute when you’re jealous.” She rolled her eyes again. You wrapped your arms around her waist, pulling her close. “You know I love you, right?”

Emily nodded shyly, not meeting your eyes.

“You know I love you and only you, right?” You asked again, lifting her chin, forcing her to look you in the eyes.

“I know.”

“I was never not yours, Emily.” You reassured her, brushing your hand on her forearm, squeezing it lightly.

And in an instant, the wildfire in Emily’s chest started to die.

And when you got home that night, Emily shoved you on the couch and ripped JJ’s shirt from your body. You hoped JJ would forgive you. Or Emily.

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As usual, Emily was just about to enter her office when you got out of the elevator. You walked to your desk with a cup of coffee in hand and your handbag on the other.

JJ’s eyes roamed over you and the dark green turtleneck you were wearing, taking in your appearance before sitting on your desk and greeting you. “Morning, hot stuff. I like the turtleneck.”

“Uh, thanks. I just bought it.” You felt your cheeks warming up.

“It suits you.” Luke commented with a cocky smirk on his face, taking a sip from his mug as his eyes roamed over you in that intense, curious way he did with everything he investigated. But this time the look held a hint of teasing to it, his eyes slowly going over you as if he could look past the turtleneck to see the hickeys you were obviously hiding.

“Stop staring, guys. Seriously.” You said, the blush on your face intensified.

“Why? You can’t handle it, hot stuff?” Luke smirked again before taking another sip of his coffee. JJ tried to hide her chuckle behind her own mug.

You shot him a glare and he only chuckled. You turned to JJ for backup. “JJ, make him stop.”

“I’m telling Prentiss to move your desk way over there so when Garcia gets out of her lair, you’ll be the first person she sees.” It was your turn to smirk, watching Luke suddenly tensed a bit at your words, a hint of color appearing on his face.

“Looks like you still have it bad for our sexy tech analyst.” You teased, eyes twinkling as you challenged him to say something to refute it.

Luke shot you both a sarcastic look, his eyes narrowing with slightly annoyed defiance at the teasing.

You and JJ did a high five, watching the way Luke’s ears slightly reddened and the way the color rose on his cheeks in a blush as he walked away.

When JJ stood up to get back to her desk, one of her heels broke causing her to stumble and somehow landed heavily on your lap, her hands grasping at your shoulders and steadying herself as she fell onto you with a stunned look on her face.

“You okay?” You asked JJ, worried that her ankle might have been sprained or something.

JJ stared at you for a moment before the stunned look on her face was replaced with a smirk. She stared down at you with her arms around your shoulders and her face inches from yours, a teasing smile on her lips as she replied, “Oh, I’m perfect. You’re not a bad cushion, I’ll admit.”

You felt a tightness in your throat. Not because of JJ on your lap, but because of Emily glaring from her office.

“Y-you should get up, JJ.”

“Why? I’m comfortable.” JJ whispered huskily, trailing her fingers along your shoulders and gently squeezing them.

“I … we should …”

JJ’s eyes suddenly widened as she saw Emily step out of her office, watching as Emily’s gaze immediately landed on her. JJ stayed put in your lap and you remained sitting, frozen and frankly scared.

“JJ, come on. Prentiss is h-here.” You said, trying to mask the stutter on your voice. Your heart started beating rapidly as Emily stared angrily.

A smug smile continued to spread on JJ’s face as she continued sitting still. “She definitely doesn’t look happy, right, hot stuff?” Her fingers trailed on the back of your neck.

“I … “ You finally pushed JJ up when Emily stepped back into her office.

Emily had just gotten into her office when you came jogging quickly to her, slightly breathless as you reached her office. You saw her looking down at her desk with her knuckles on it and a fierce, possessive look on her face, almost looking like a predator about to pounce. Jealousy and possessiveness were consuming her mind as she replayed in her head the sight of JJ sitting on your lap.

“Emily, it’s not what you think.”

Emily was silent for a moment, her eyes still fixed on the desk, her fists clenched on top of it, anger and jealousy swirling in her eyes as the image replayed in her head over and over. Her chest was rising and falling in sharp breaths of anger.

You were scared to say something but you tried, even stuttering. “E-Em, i-it wasn’t …”

She was silent for a moment more before she finally looked up to you as you nervously stumbled over your words. Her burning, jealous eyes roamed over you.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Tell me I’m the only one allowed to touch you. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me you belong with me.” Emily finally spoke, rising from her desk and stalking over to you, eyes burning intensely as she prowled towards you.

“You’re the only one allowed to touch me. I’m yours. I belong with you.” You told her confidently, without stuttering, and truthfully.

“Damn right.”

Emily was about to kiss you when a knock interrupted her plans. She growled under her breath, her body tensing as her eyes darkened and she glared at the door. “Come in.”

As if to make things worse for you, it was JJ who came in.

You stared at the two women having a stare down. Emily’s hand reached possessively around your waist.

JJ ignored Emily’s heated stare as she turned to you. “I like my shirt better on you.” She sauntered towards you and pulled the hem of your turtleneck.

You could feel Emily tightening her grip on your waist, yanking your body against hers and away from JJ.

“Relax, Emily.” JJ said, letting out a small laugh.

You swallowed before taking a deep breath. “I-I think we should … all calm down and … t-talk.”

Emily’s breathing was still heavy but it slowed slightly at your words, her body still pressed firmly against yours.

But JJ only smirked at your stuttering words, staring down at you with amusement as she cocked an eyebrow. “Am I touching what’s yours, Emily?” JJ’s finger trailed on your stomach. “You really shouldn’t leave your toys hanging around so nicely. Somebody might take them.”

“JJ.” Emily growled possessively at JJ's taunting words, her fingers digging deeper into your hip, her eyes burning dark and fiercely possessive at the idea of someone trying to take you from her.

“JJ, I’m with Emily. I’m Emily’s girlfriend.”

Emily’s eyes widened slightly in stunned surprise at your sudden admission, before a flicker of smile tugged at her lips, warmth and affection replacing the burning jealousy filling her eyes.

Then, out of nowhere, JJ burst out laughing and Emily furrowed her eyebrows in confusion and annoyance.

“Come on, Emily. I’m just trying to get you guys to admit this. You really don’t think I would steal your girl, right?”

Emily’s eyes widened in surprise as JJ suddenly pulled her into a hug, her body tensing at the sudden contact, but then slowly relaxed into it, and hugged JJ back.

“You … are evil, Jennifer Jareau.” You let out a deep breath, finally the tightness on your throat and chest were gone.

“I’ll get you back for this, JJ.” Emily mumbled on JJ’s ear before pulling back to which earned a laugh from the blonde.

“I’ll see you guys later. And you!” JJ pointed at you. “You better take care of my friend or I will kick your ass.”

You gave her a salute and a smile.

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adora-but-ginger · 3 days

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Femininomenon

pairing: emily prentiss x gender neutral reader

synopsis: two undercover agents with old flames still burning, reunited once again

warnings: undercover talk, swearing, references to sex so mdni, french words, alcoholic settings (though none is consumed)

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word count: ~2.3k

a/n: OH MAN am i excited for this series!! this is my first time writing for emily, and i am really proud of this one! the order of this series won't necessairly follow the album order, but the beginning to both will be femininomenon. i would love to hear your thoughts, and let me know if you'd like to be tagged! also side note i saw chappell live and it changed something in me.

do not steal or repost my work. reblogs, however, are greatly appreciated!

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"Dude, can you play a song with a fucking beat?"

The music was loud, obnoxious, and not even good. Your mind was still racked with the events of the past 72 hours, and you never went to places like this before. A "welcome back/so long" party they said. You did not agree to this, but out of leaving on civil terms, you begrudgingly said you'd attend. It was for you after all.

That being said, the DJ they hired was not that good. You were irritated, it was hot and stuffy here, and you just wanted some sleep. If they were going to play music here, at least make it good.

"Uh, yeah, sorry. What do you want on the queue?"

You couldn't even think of a song name. You had been so out of touch with the present world these past years that you were completely out of the loop on the world's current music taste. Someone next to you recommended one before patting you on the shoulder, and that movement almost made you snap.

This was stupid. Stupid, useless, and a waste of time and money.

The "you're alive and back!" banner was starting to fall, and your irritation was becoming overwhelming. Since when did they even do this sort of thing? You took a deep breath. You were gone for eight years, longer than most stings. Plus, you were switching departments soon anyway, and you supposed that this was the first celebration the team had had in a while. Let them have it, part of you conceded. Fifteen more minutes, then you could leave, you convinced yourself. Fifteen minutes and then--

"Well if it isn't the guest of honor."

You knew that voice. How did you know that voice?

You were still trying to remember how your friends and colleagues looked and talked--a feat harder than you'd like to admit. Whatever song the person had requested was thrumming through the air now, the beat running through you.

You could hear your name being hummed, and you did a 180 to face them.

Emily Prentiss.

How could you have forgotten that voice? You eyed your drink, suddenly wishing it was much stronger than the sprite you currently carried.

"You look a whole lot different since I saw you last." She glanced over you, noticing the weathered changes that came with eight years undercover.

"I guess I'm still trying to figure out who I am again." An ironic chuckle accompanied your words. "Hey, Emily." You slightly raised your cup of soda in greeting, and she returned the same action. "A little birdie told me you switched from undercover?"

Oh man, this was not good. Thank god you knew how to regulate your expressions because your heart was practically escaping your chest. The last time you two had seen each other, you did much more than talk. It was truly a shame that you were called in immediately that next morning, that you knew she'd wake up to the sheets still warm (she was always a light sleeper), that you had a new case being brought to the table and you wouldn't know how long you'd be gone for. A week? A month? Half a year? A whole one?

You definitely did not expect it to be eight years.

What was she doing now? Was she with someone? Was she married? Did she have kids? Did she--"You're doing that thing again, you know."

Your eyes snapped to hers. "What thing?"

The song changed, and you really did not want to be attending this party right now. Even if Emily was here. "The thing where you ruminate into your own world?" She clocked the look in your eyes and nodded to the front doors.

Maybe it was a little rude to leave the main event without saying goodbye, but you did not want to be there any longer, and you getting really overwhelmed. You nodded in agreement and she started to walk toward the refreshing outside air.

The chill greeted you as you approached the nearby picnic table, Emily sitting down across from you.

An awkward silence infiltrated the air.

"So, uh, long time no see?"

She shot you a look, eyebrows raised in a don't give me that manner.

"How are you doing with the assimilation? Any hiccups?"

Eight years--two-thousand nine hundred and twenty-six days. You'd been back for only three, and you couldn't remember how to live a normal life. You weren't assimilating at all.

"Yeah, it's been pretty good."

You could see pity in her eyes. "I don't know how you got this job. You can't lie for shit."

Speaking to her was making old, long-buried feelings crawl their way through the dirt and past the grave. A tension was forming, though not one of bad, more so the type comparable to that of smelling the rain before a storm.

"I just can't lie to you." You crossed your hands on the picnic table. "Never really could, I guess." You mumbled the second part, taking note of the party's noises and the crickets chirping behind you.

She let you talk, patiently drinking up the mere presence of you. She had practically sprinted from the jet upon hearing of your return, memories of you two flooding the gates she had long since locked away.

You were gone for nearly a decade and your social skills were currently in the toilet. It had to mean something that Emily came tonight, right? Not a lot of people knew of you, much less the importance of your return, and as far as you knew word didn't leave the office of this party.

Yet here she was, dressed in her day clothes, nursing a water as she stared at you as if you were not real.

You wanted to tell her everything, what you did, where you went, who you had dealt with the past almost decade, the way her lips still caressed your mind, how the ghost of a possible future kept you was the lamp that led you through the darkness.

You had so much to say, yet you could only get two words out.

"I'm sorry."

That caught her a little off guard. "What are you sorry for?"

You let the evening breeze wrap around you for a moment before speaking. "For leaving without saying goodbye. For finally making a move just to go off the grid. It was long ago, I know, but I felt--feel so horrible that I left you there that morning without even a quick see you tonight letter by your coffee."

She didn't respond, which made that feeling in your gut go even deeper. The evening breeze ran in between you, speaking words you could only wish to say.

It wasn't until her cup was almost empty that she responded.

"Don't sweat it too much. I got called into a case not too long after, was stuck in that for a while too. Seriously, it happened, and there's no bad blood between the two of us."

People were starting to leave the party in the distance, and a wave of relief washed over you. Now you could leave, go back to the sanctioned hotel room you were assigned to until your belongings were recovered and you could find a place to live. It was a shitty situation, sure, but it was a place to lay your head for right now.

"Well, it's getting late, and I'm really tired," a yawn overcame you, "I better get going. I start the new job in a few days, so I need to catch up on as much sleep as I can after the past week." You reached over the table and lightly squeezed her hand. "It was really nice to see you, Emily. Seriously."

She returned the gesture, her hand fitting as nicely in your own now as it did back then. "Of course. You didn't think I'd miss welcoming you back, did you?"

Your hands didn't separate, instead, she smiled as you shot a glance towards them. "Keep in touch, will you? It'd be really nice to reconnect."

A small smile grew on your face and you swiped your thumb over her knuckles. "I will, don't you worry. I don't have my own phone yet, but if you want to give me your number I'll put it in the moment I get one."

You knew she would tease you the second the offer left your lips. "You want my number, huh? Think I'm cute or something?"

A laugh emitted from you, god you forgot how much you missed her. The anxious side of you made you question whether you should be flirty at all with her-- she probably already had a significant other, and there was a slim shot that even if she didn't, you could relight the kindling that was your--whatever it was you two had going on.

Couldn't hurt to test the waters though.

"I think you're alluring, gorgeous, and undeniably charming." You lowered your tone to a whisper as you spoke, leaning over the table. "Not just cute."

She shot a glance at your lips that did not go unnoticed, and you licked them in response.

"Oh, dearest, you're going to make me blush if you keep on talking like that."

"You? blush? These years really have changed you Em." You had to make sure she was single before you continued any further. "Are you seeing anyone these days?"

Hands still interlocked, she gave another squeeze. "You've had my heart since we walked in together as fresh meat ten years ago. You've plagued my every dream for thousands of days--you are the only one my eyes have landed on and will ever."

Slightly shocked at her confession, your mouth dropped partially agape. "Still as bold as ever-which is a good thing-I see. Since when did you become a romantic?" You nodded toward the car you took to get here, and she nodded in understanding.

"Since I found out you were one: still alive, and two: not undercover anymore." You took a minute to observe her as you stood. Black shirt with a flat neckline, dress pants, and hair slightly curled outwards at the end. Still breathtaking as ever. Age had found her face, as it did you, and it made her even more stunning.

"Want to come to my place? I have an extra room if you want." She thought for a second. "Oh, I do have one man in my life." Shock rushed through you, mixed with a tinge of jealousy, and she laughed at your expression. Laughed. A sound that reminded you of a perfect melody. "His name is Sergio, and he's the sneakiest cat you'll ever meet. I love him to dear pieces."

You were speechless, resulting in even more laughter from the raven-haired woman at your side. "You're something else, you know that?"

"I'm sure he'll love you."

She gave you her address ad you got into your vehicle. With a wink and a slap on the door, she was off to her own.

You were going to fucking lose it.

It was five years into this mission, and at this point, you didn't know if it would ever end. The layer of domesticity that formed between you and him was so enforced that you had to remind yourself every night that this was your job, and that once you were able to get his company destroyed, things would smooth out.

And you would be able to quit this line of work.

You loved it, you truly did, at first. You were good at what you did, and it made you the best candidate for this operation. That being said, you did not expect to still be living this case. For one, you didn't date men (or have ever been attracted to them.) Yet here you were, legally married to the guy running the upper half of France. It irked you because he had a really sweet sister who under different circumstances you would've loved to be friends with.

There wasn't much left to do today, and the sun was starting to set. You had sent the cleaning person home early; you always did. They liked you because you actually got to know each them, and you still had them paid for the hour or two they missed. This was one of the only chances you had to take a deep breath and do a little reset, remembering why you were here and what you were doing.

You were an outstanding undercover agent. You were coming back to for Emily.

You had repeated that mantra for the past five years, the sentence serving as a tether when things got rough.

Stupid fresh linens that were never used twice. Stupid giant house with its giant gate and giant halls. Stupid--

"Où es-tu, mon amour?" Where are you, my love?

There he was, and there duty called.

"Je serai là!" I'll be right there!

Once her name had infiltrated your mind, she enveloped it. Does Emily still even remember you? Is she still alive? Does she still care?

You were doing this for her. And if that meant you had to wait a few more years, then so be it. She was your solace, your grounding rock.

"Mon amour?" my love?

"En chemin!" on my way!

Until you were able to hold her in your arms again, you could only hope that things worked out.

Emily rubbed a soothing hand over your back as you softly fell asleep, body entangled with hers. She knew within a second that there was no chance you'd be sleeping in separate beds. Plus, you needed a sense of comfort, a familiar face, and that's what she was. She never had anyone to pick her back up after Doyle, so she would be that person for you.

It was odd, having you back. It was going to take a while to get everything situated and in a groove, but she was willing to walk that path with you.

She always thought it was the same old story with her previous relationships, but then you came along.

And god damn, did she love you.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #series #the rise and fall of a midwest princess series #criminal minds fanfiction

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epilary · 3 days

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learning to cook for emily | headcanons

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- she's a bigger cook than you - even with both of your busy schedules - but sometimes she does enjoy a home cooked meal from you - even if it is something small - so every so often you finally bring out the cookbook - you typically like to cook something from the cookbook she loves - but sometimes it's really difficult - and you'll end up with a controlled mess - few spoons here or there for taste testing - pots and pans and some spilled food - but she appreciates the attempt - 'babe it's okay, it's the thought that counts' [emily] - but it's NOT - so you try making things more often - starting easier and working your way up - and it actually starts tasting pretty good - 'aren't you proud of me honey?' [you] - 'i'm proud of you no matter what' [emily] - and she is! - emily has always been supportive of you trying new recipes - even when it ends up poorly - because she loves she you learn to love it - learn to cook alongside rossi - calling derek for tips on a dessert - you start budding into an intermediate cook - and it's become a lot more enjoyable for both of you - (especially for her though as she gets lots of food)

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Not beta read. All spelling errors are mine. On AO3.

When Two Halves Split

You and Emily walked into your shared high rise DuPont Circle apartment after landing back in Quantico about 50 minutes ago with used go-bags that got dropped unceremoniously by the front door. You were tired, sore, embarrassed, and still felt dirty. You could sense Emily was tense, with worry still etched in every line of her face.

You hadn’t meant to be so careless but over the past year, since Emily had become Unit Section Chief, it had been sinisterly creeping up on you. It started with little things like volunteering for more physical roles along the likes of Morgan and Alvez. Your strength had never been an issue. Then it graduated to losing your cool with the local police force much easier than your normally calm and collected temperament usually allowed. Within the past six months it had escalated to charging into potentially dangerous buildings without waiting for backup or clearing scenes. It had gotten to the point that even Rossi, your more physically and emotionally reckless boss, had to pull you aside a few times.

“Can I run you a shower, love?” The low timbre of Emily’s voice rolled through your body, causing you to snap out of your reverie.

Without looking to her, you shook your head while making your way to the kitchen for a glass of wine. You poured two glasses but leaned against the counter, facing Emily, taking a few sips before walking to your wife and handing her the other glass. She accepted it, took a small sip, and continued to study you.

“Thank you,” she murmured, holding the glass with two hands and allowing her fingers to tap along the side. “Just let me help you wash your hair. There’s still a but of dirt in your hair.” You let her run a cool hand through your loose auburn curls, proving her point as a small clump fell to your shoulder.

Dirt. The dirt was everywhere but that’s what happens when an unsub attempts to bury you alive and then when you struggle, shoots the disturbed earth, grazing the side of your deltoid. It still stung. Thankfully it only needed a few stitches. Just another scar for the book, you had thought as Alvez’s hands dug you out of the earth. JJ had called Emily right away, as she always did when you inevitably made a shit choice, and your wife arrived halfway across the country in record time.

You sighed, giving in and knowing she was right with a small forced smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Emily let her hand carefully run from your hair, over your good shoulder, down your arms until she found your hand, and fingers interlaced. She led you across the stylish yet homey apartment to the en-suite master bathroom. She sipped her wine as she turned on the tap and her fingers tested the temperature. You stood there awkwardly, watching her as she bent over to test it again.

“Do you need help, hmm?” Emily asked, setting down her now empty glass and turning to you. She made no move until you answered.

“Please?” You answered, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly needy and small.

Emily hummed quietly in response as she took your glass and started to delicately unbuttoned your shirt. You looked down, watching her recently picked at fingers remove layer by filthy layer. You instantly felt a pang of guilt at the sight of her pale, long digits. They looked fresh and not filled scabbed over and knew you were the cause. You sighed again and closed your eyes to avoid seeing the damage you caused.

Before you knew it, you were both under the spray of hot water. The bathroom lights were dimmed, a few candles lit along the windowsill, and Emily had secured a waterproof bandage over your stitched up muscle. Her hands were dotingly massaging your scalp with your favorite peony scented shampoo. Your hands clung tightly to her shapely waist, letting her care for you.

You had missed her physical presence of this last case, as well as the past four others. You missed sharing a hotel room for as many hours as the team could spare before getting up to do it all over again. JJ had offered to share a room while you but you had declined politely each time.

“Y/n?” Emily questioned softly, the inflection sounding like it wasn’t the first time she had quietly called your name. “Sweet girl?” Her fingers so gently lifted your chin up so your eyes met.

“Yes? I’m sorry… I was just…” you let your explanation trail off. She already knew.

“Sit for me?” Her fingers were carding through your clean, wet hair, coaxing you into the present.

“I think I’m done.”

“Y/n, please humor me.”

“Emily, I just want to…”

“Sit.”

The assertive tone in her voice sent a shiver down your spine, your body knowing what it meant. You looked up at her, immediately searching her face for any type of annoyance, and finding none. Knowing it was a 50/50 shot, your subconscious chose defiance as you set your jaw. She raised a greying eyebrow, a silent warning. You knew she always made good on punishments regarding your bratty behavior.

You stifled a huff, never broke eye contact, and slowly took your time sitting down in the tub, which you didn’t realize was now half full of steaming water. You had no idea why you were challenging her over the most minuscule things, especially when she was only trying to help. Trying your wife at this juncture was in no way an intelligent choice. Saying nothing, Emily held your gaze for a few moments more than necessary while standing tall above you then sat behind you, pulling you to her bare chest.

Over the course of ten minutes you sink into her embrace, melting your body into hers, as she gently kisses under your ear and partially down your neck. The kisses aren’t insistent or pushy. They’re soothing and full of affection. Unexpectedly, your eyes start to burn and fill with scorching tears of embarrassment and confusion. She shushes you tenderly as you turn your head to the side, visualizing her out of one blurry eye. She brings a hand up and rests it above a breast, anchoring your body to hers. She kisses along your cheekbone up to the corner of your eye as angry tears finally give way.

“Oh, my sweet love,” Emily murmurs with a quiet devotion.

Emily doesn’t attempt to dispel your tears. She doesn’t downplay or ignore them. She also doesn’t try to rationalize them. You lean your face into the crook of her warm neck as you close your eyes, trying to assuage your emotions. Emily gently runs her free hand over your good arm patiently.

“I don’t know why.” You say softly once your breathing has evened out.

“Why what, love?”

“Why I’m so… so reckless. So stupid. It’s just gotten worse and… thoughtless. Impetuous. That’s not who I am but…” You shake your head roughly, pulling yourself from the mold your body has made against her. She lets you.

“Hmmm…” Emily just hums, leaning her head against the edge of the deep clawfoot tub but keeping eye contact with you.

“I don’t want anything dangerous to happen to me but it almost always does because I’m so… untethered.”

“And why is that, do you think?”

You turn in the tub to face Emily, your legs finding their way around her hips and behind her back. She pulls you into her lap, hands on your waist. The dim flickers of the candle throw dancing shadows across her face. You try not to look to closely at her ever deepening worry lines, some which you know for a fact you have caused. You run a thumb tenderly back and forth along the fine crows feet lines that extend from the corner of her eyes like a burst of sunlight. She smiles, dimples popping, at your loving gesture.

“It hasn’t been the same for a while.”

“Since I’ve become Section Chief?” she ventures.

You think on it for a moment. “Actually, yes.” You looked at her questioningly but she doesn’t elaborate, just studies you carefully. “I know you’re only a phone call away and in most cases you and Garcia are a reliable, steady stream through our ear pieces but…” You pause. “It’s not the same.”

Emily nods encouragingly, her brows furrowing slightly as your thumb slows to a stop. She thinks she knows where you’re going with this because it’s something that she’s keenly aware of on her end.

“I miss your presence,” you continue. “Your physical presence. We used to be paired together so often when you were a field agent… but this is by no means your fault.” You added the last part quickly. “I just feel a bit…”

“Unstable.” Emily finishes the sentence knowingly, chewing on the inside of her cheek and letting her dark eyes drift to the ceiling.

“Mmhmm”, you hum in acquiescence. “I don’t want you to feel bad or guilty or like you caused this because in no means-“ You cup your hands around both cheeks, gently tilting her head down to meet your eyes. “-your fault in the least. I need you to understand that. I feel so silly for acting out subconsciously like a petulant teenager whose frontal lobe isn’t fully formed. At least they have an excuse.”

Emily is silent for a moment, as if she’s not sure she should say what she’s thinking. You don’t push but instead run you thumbs delicately over her high and sharp bone structure. Without realizing it, your eyes have dropped to her lips while you lick yours in anticipation of her voice. She notices right off the bat and smiles sweetly, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on your lips as you sigh.

“I’ve asked JJ to watch over you more but that doesn’t appeared to have helped much,” Emily finally says.

“And I’ve asked Garcia about you…”

At this you both share a quiet laugh. Everything about this woman is addicting. Her lips, her eyes, her laugh…

“I can’t have you hurting yourself because you miss me though, Y/n. It’s not fair to either of us or the team. Can you honestly say you can get this under control?”

You sigh again, sliding down her body just a touch so you’re able to rest your head on her chest, right under her chin. She extends her neck back a bit, giving you more room to get comfortable. You run your pruned fingers down her strong, lightly muscled arm, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth.

“It’s never on purpose. Like I don’t plan to go into the field and fuck around and find out with an unsub. It’s hard to control my environment and without a doubt count on the rest of the team like I did with you. I never thought I would become this needy, clingy partner. I had always despised and even looked down on it… but feeling your warm skin on mine, your strong heartbeat in my ear…” You take a shaky breath, your eyes starting to burn again. Nothing you’re saying feels like it’s making the least bit of sense. “It is the epitome of everything. You’re everything. I was spoiled to work with you as much as I did and I need to realize it can’t always be like that. I have to-“ You scrunch up your nose. “-share you.”

You feel Emily stifle a small giggle underneath you and rub her own pruned fingers along your spine and over your hips. She was waiting for an answer.

“I’ll… I’ll talk to Employee Health, I suppose but I feel like I would be able to work through it on my own.”

The second the sentence slipped from your mouth your light eyes met her dark ones, assessing and reassessing. “We can try whatever you want to, my love. I’ve been considering making my presence more known in the field as well. I didn’t realize how much I would miss it. And miss you too.”

The two of you relaxed in the expensive bath for a few more minutes before drying off, redressing with Emily checking your injury, and wandered into the bedroom. Once the both of you were settled and cuddling in bed, your head once again on Emily’s chest and your injured shoulder facing the ceiling, your eyes drift slowly closed.

“We still have yet to talk about that little defiant stunt in the bathroom…” Emily’s low voice broke the comfortable silence with a tinge of playfulness.

‘Oh no…’, you thought

#emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #Emily Prentiss x red headed reader #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #grey haired Prentiss is hot #fluff with light angst

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alexblakegf · 2 days

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i watched the 2 new episodes of criminal minds evolution and now i need an emily prentiss fic that’s hurt/comfort cause my girl looks like she could do with some comfort 🫂

#criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #emily prentiss #emily prentiss fic #emily prentiss x reader #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss

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lovelyspooks · 11 months

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Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

#it’s a problem #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #jake sully #jake sully x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner

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realangelahernandez · 5 months

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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natti-ice · 12 days

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speaking my truth guys

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patrickispinky · 7 months

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Derek: are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Emily: i'm the knife

Jj: *from across the room* she's the little spoon

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thir10th · 18 hours

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hay babes! There's this idea that has been floating around my head lately for a small series of fics, i have to know if you'd be interested in reading it, because if you're not, well, i simply won't bother.

Would you be interested in reading a series of fics (about 4 or 6 chapters) of a little romntic-trip-weekend-getaway x Emily Prentiss? lmk if you would!!!

(obv with some smut, but mostly tooth-rotting fluff, super cute domesticity and heartfeel moments)

#emily prentiss #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x reader suggestive #emily prentiss x reader fluff #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss smut #emily prentiss fluff #emily prentiss lesbian #wlw smut #wlw fanfic #criminal minds fic #emily prentiss x you #wlw #lesbian pride #lesbian

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mxmmyprentiss · 3 days

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jj coming up with a plan to make emily jealous by hitting on reader until the two admit they're together

#WHO WANTS THIS? JUST ME????#emily prentiss x reader #jemily x reader

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merz-8 · 3 months

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me in bed at 2:47 am after reading the most scrumptious, obscene, mind-blowing smut ever written that made me discover kinks I didn't know I had

#joel miller x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #javier pena x reader #spencer reid x reader #lalo salamanca x reader #javier gutierrez #joel miller #emily prentiss x reader #john wick x reader #arthur morgan x reader #frankie morales x reader #pedro pascal characters #valeria garza x reader #simon riley x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #tommy miller x reader

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velvetwilde · 1 month

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Both. At the same time.

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minswriting · 13 days

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CRIMINAL MINDS P LINKS PART 2

NSFW CONTENT | MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Spencer Reid:

• just the tip

• riding spencer on the couch

• fucking you so good

• making out with spencer

• fingering you after a long day

• let the world see

Aaron Hotchner:

• aaron fucking you

• jerking himself off as he eats you out

• fucking you after a hard case

• fucking you into the mattress

• sucking him off in his hotel room

Emily Prentiss:

• scissoring with emily

• fucking emily with a strap

• fingering each other

• double ended dildo with emily

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(BAU Headcanons) If you fell asleep on them

A/N: So... guess who fell into another fandom? I blame everyone on here and their amazing fics for convincing me I need to give this show and wonderful cast a chance. I may have binged 13 seasons in like a month... oops? I'm also looking at my fav BAU bunch here but I'm open to writing for other characters from the show

Aaron Hotchner

Just like some of the other members of his team, Hotch has a hard exterior that very few people manage to crack through.

If you and he are in a relationship then I can bet you’ve already had to chip away at it, so you’re already pretty intimate with one another. Falling asleep on him is nothing to bat an eyelid at. If anything, he would welcome the opportunity to relax and hold you close to him.

It also gives him an excuse to steal a few moments of sleep himself, not daring to move and wake you from your rest.

He loves holding you close, letting himself listen to the steady beating of you heart as it gently lulls him to become calm enough to shut his eyes.

However, if you weren’t in a relationship or if it happened in front of the others at the BAU then you know he’d immediately react by saying something about ‘work place conduct’.

However, he’s clearly saying it for the sake of it as he’d make no effort to wake you or remove you from him.

In fact, he makes sure to stay still and let you rest peacefully, making sure your neck isn’t bent so you don’t wake up in pain.

He’d also make sure to lay his jacket over the top of you, a clear sign that you are not to be disturbed - under pain of death.

David Rossi

Rossi would be the first to complain if you ever fell asleep on him but it’s all good natured. In fact, he only ever complains about it to you after you’ve woken up and only as a joke between the two of you.

“What am I? Just a pillow to you? Are you trying to say my cooking has made me plump?”

It’s hard to resist his charming smile, especially when he actually is rather comfortable to lean on. His expensive shirts are always soft to the touch, and the cologne you’d brought him last Christmas lingers as you nestle in close.

He always make you feel safe, and that is an honour greater than any he’d ever been awarded.

If it happened in front of the others you know he’d roll his eyes and mutter about the cheek of it all. However, his smile would be enough to tell the others he didn’t mean it.

“I started reading my manuscript and this is what happens… guess that’s one way to leave a review.”

He’d be sure to shoot daggers with his eyes at anyone else nearby who looked like they would wake you up.

He’d also shoot down any possible jokes being made at your expense, his parental nature coming out in full force.

Derek Morgan

This boy would be so smug if you ever fell asleep on him. Like, if you imagine a Labrador’s tail wagging with one of those big dopey grins, then that’s what he is.

He is keen to try and capture the moment with a picture, setting it as his phone background to prove to himself it really happened.

If it happens in front of the rest of the team then you know he is going to keep reminding you and everyone else whenever he gets the chance.

However, you know that for all the bragging and teasing Morgan is actually super touched by the fact you fell asleep on him and he is keen to offer you a place to lay your head whenever you look like you need to take a beat.

He even has a blanket and pillow in his go-bag especially for you.

“Only the best for you, hot stuff.”

He will never complain about it and - considering how much torture and pain we know this man can endure - he is more than capable of handling any cramp or pins and needles he gets as a result of you lying against him.

Eventually, he would take the opportunity to try and sleep as well. With his job and his manic lifestyle, if he gets the chance to close his eyes he knows better than to waste it.

Emily Prentiss

She would be shocked at first, especially if it’s early-on in your relationship. She isn’t really used to public displays of affection and you sleeping with your head on her shoulder is pretty public.

She would stay as still as possible, though, scared of disturbing you or ruining the moment. She’d also probably be panicking internally, unsure what she was supposed to do.

However, she soon takes a breath and relaxes. After all, you look so cute when you’re asleep and she is honoured you feel comfortable enough to relax around her like this.

She doesn’t often get the chance to just sit and be peaceful so she savours the moment you’ve given her.

She’d end up watching you for a while before relaxing and trying to adjust you so that you’re both comfortable.

She would also take the opportunity to be affectionate, loving that she can run her hands through your hair and kiss your head without any fear of being embarrassed or rejected.

After all, we know Emily has a soft centre underneath her tough, bad-ass exterior. She just needs to know she is able to express it.

JJ is such a mom to everyone including you, so is over the moon the first time you fall asleep on her. She welcomes it with open arms, happy to melt into the embrace.

It doesn’t matter if you’ve been together long or not, or if you’re in public. Either way, it feels like a personal badge of honour to be trusted in such a way, whether or not you meant to do it.

She has enough patience not to move a muscle in case she disturbs you and ruins the moment. She knows that if you fell asleep like this then you probably need the rest.

JJ would totally form a blanket cocoon around you to keep you warm and toasty as you sleep, wrapping her arms around you and cradling you close.

She’d smile the whole time, pressing kisses to the crown of your head and gently murmuring in your ear whenever you seem to stir.

“Ssssh, Sleepyhead. It’s ok. I got you. Go back to sleep, honey.”

If it was just the two of you then she’d be sure to try and move you somewhere more comfortable after a while, like the sofa or your bed.

However, if you were in public then she would turn into a full mama bear and threaten anyone who came close or tried to disturb you. She has that angry mom look down to a fine art and has made grown men wither with it.

Penelope Garcia

This beautiful baby angel would be so delighted if you fell asleep against her that she’d probably wake you up by accident after squealing a little too loudly.

“Oh, oh, sorry. Sorry! Go back to sleep. I’m staying as still as a statue, you precious angel, I promise. So you just close your eyes and let me hold you.”

She’d probably manage like five minutes before she moves again and wakes you up, but it was enough time for her to steal a few private photos to commemorate the moment.

They will most definitely be the background on her computer the following morning, and possibly yours too.

She would also be sure to make sure she has a blanket and pillow stashed away for you if you ever felt like taking an impromptu nap again when you weren’t at home.

If you worked at the BAU they’d be kept in her lair - or your private napping room, as she tells you.

They’d also be brightly coloured and super soft, chosen specifically by Penelope to make you as comfortable and as happy as possible, even whilst at the government building.

“Just so you know, I gave them a spritz with this gorgeous lavender mist spray to help you knock right out the moment your pretty head hits the pillow. So, sweet dreams honeybun.”

Dr Spencer Reid

Spencer is a precious boy and would be utterly baffled at first if he looked down and realised you had fallen asleep on him.

He would be surprised he hadn’t noticed you drooping against him sooner, or that your breathing had slowed as you fell asleep.

At first he thinks it must be a mistake, immediately trying to ease you off of him. After all, he wasn’t the most comfortable person to sleep on and people are far more likely to find his company irksome rather than soothing.

However, after you start doing it more often he realises that isn’t the case.

In fact, he feels rather proud that you’ve got the point in your relationship where you aren’t afraid to relax around him.

He also learns how not to let it over-stimulate him. It takes some time to train his mind to not think about the possible pathogens that could be passing between you or the way your hair tickles his face. He’s also able to talk to you about positions to curl up in if you ever want to sleep against him again, that he feels more relaxed in.

He’d also totally be happy to tell you all about whatever his latest hyper-fixation is, knowing the sound of his voice helps you settle better than any lullaby.

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