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reidsdaisies · 3 months

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PROTECTIVE EMILY WITH READERRRRRR

i would love to witness emily go a lil feral if maybe the unsub punches reader or something. the things that woman makes me feel 😩😩😩 i wanna be held by her and have her kiss my tears away

‘𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐮𝐥𝐭’

༉‧´ˎ˗ pairing; emily prentiss x gn bau!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; guns and typical cm case stuff, reader is shot in the shoulder but is okay, rephrasing of the iconic “I’ve got a Glock leveled at your crotch. What’s to stop me from taking you and the little ones out?” line, stressed emily :( and concerned emily, she blamed herself :(, you don’t blame her, kissingg<3.

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 1k

༉‧´ˎ˗ a/n; i don’t think this is the exact situation you wanted, but this is the direction i took it. not proof read.

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“Honey, don’t.”

You gave a silent nod, pressing your lips together in an attempt to keep your mouth shut. Her hand was pressed against your chest, the chest protected by the bulletproof vest you were wearing. She gave you a light pat before drawing her gun and swiftly turning the corner.

Two shots from her Glock is all it took before the unsub was out cold. You all knew he would try to ambush the two of you, just like he did with his victims, and so Emily needed you to be quiet in order for the situation to go the right way. Fortunately, it was easier than you guys had anticipated, and as she bent down to confiscate the perpetrator's weapon, she was taken aback when she looked up to see you turned around the other way, standing beside her with your gun drawn.

“Drop your weapon!” You yelled to the unknown man, but it was too late because he had already fired his shot at you. Luckily, his aim wasn’t too great, and even though you were hit by the bullet, it was in your shoulder, nowhere where the damage couldn’t be undone. You yelped, pushed back slightly by the force, hitting the brick wall behind you, completely caught off guard.

He doesn’t have a chance to redo his shot, because Emily is on it, aiming her gun at a particularly low area on his body.

“I’ve got a Glock leveled at your crotch. Nothing is stopping me from taking you and the little ones out right now, so I’d advise you to listen to my partner and drop your weapon.”

The second unsub falters at that, clearly not wanting to sacrifice his private parts just for the opportunity to maybe shoot two FBI agents and have even more charges against him than he already has. With her words, he slowly lowers down to the ground, placing his weapon down and sliding it across the ground to her.

She stops the gun while still never taking her eyes off him. “Now, hands behind your back.”

“Two unsubs? Two of them! How didn’t we know there were two of them?” She thinks aloud, pacing back and forth right in front of where you sit in the back of an ambulance. She runs a hand through her hair, sighing deeply.

“Em,” You drawl, looking at her with a look her brain, clouded by anger towards the man who hurt you, convinces her is betrayal, but in actuality is just concern.

“It’s my fault, you’re hurt and it’s my fault because I was so sure there was only one unsub.”

She winces at the memory of watching you get shot injury, her vision flashing back to the sight of you leaning yourself up against the wall, hand pressed over your shoulder, blood seeping through your fingers and down your sleeve.

“Emily, sit down and take a breath before you pass out and hit the ground and I’m no longer the only one sitting in the back of an ambulance, getting treated for a wound.”

“Right, you’re right, y/n,” she swallows, moving to sit down next to you on the edge of the ambulance. “It was just your shoulder, and we’ll be going back home soon. I didn’t mean to stress you out, it’s just I can’t stand seeing you in pain like how you were when he shot you.”

The EMT who’s treating your shoulder wound moves to your side, making room for Emily who’s now sitting on your left. You were shot in the right shoulder, so the EMT is still able to work on bandaging you up.

“I know Em, and you should know that it’s not your fault. None of us could have seen that turn of events happening, not even Reid, so don’t beat yourself up for it. And I also know you’re salty that Hotch won’t let you go over to the station to interrogate the man, but that’s most definitely for the best. I know what you’re like when you’re upset with someone for hurting the ones you love, and the guy seems like a pussy, I’m sure he would crap his pants.”

Emily lets out a small chuckle at your comment, the tension slowly dissipating from her features as she leans into your side. "You’re probably right, y/n," she admits, her voice softening with gratitude. "As much as I want to give that guy a piece of my mind, I know it's probably for the best if I leave it to Hotch, just this time."

You offer her a reassuring squeeze with the hand of your uninjured arm, a silent gesture of comfort and solidarity.

She meets your gaze, her eyes shimmering with unspoken emotion as she leans in to press a gentle kiss to your forehead.

She pulls back, smiling at you.

“You’re very strong, you know that y/n?”

You nod. “You remind me all the time.”

Emily breathily chuckles. “I mean it. You don’t let things like this phase you, and I admire that quality.”

This time you’re the one leaning in, pressing a kiss to her darkly-colored lips.

“Thank you for noticing, and for caring so deeply for me to the point that you get yourself all worked up about it. But also please don’t let your concern get to the level where you’re stressed like that, especially over something you didn’t have control over.”

“I can't make any promises.. but I will try, for you.” She seals her words with another kiss to your lips, the lips now tainted by her lipstick.

“All done,” the EMT says with a smile, pulling you two from your little shared moment.

“Let's get back to the station, y/n,” Emily says, hopping down from the vehicle and offering her hand to you, which you very gratefully accept.

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mismatched-sockss · 3 months

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» Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader » Warnings: just a little fluffy something for valentines day, readers first relationship with a woman (short mention of prior relationships, therefore implied bisexuality; but no gender for exes mentioned), anxious and nervous reader, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, pet names (reader is called my love), » A/N: written with fem!reader in mind but I left out any mentions of gender for the reader, as well as skin-color

You felt sick. So incredibly sick. The heavy stone that had formed in your stomach for the last couple of hours just wouldn't go away and on top, your heart beat so hard and fast that it made you feel dizzy.

A glance at the clock told you that it was almost time for Emily to arrive. "Oh god, oh god, ohh my god...", was all you could mumble to yourself as you ran around your apartment like a headless chicken, to make sure everything was ready. That everything was perfect. You needed it to be perfect.

To be honest, you felt like you had no idea what you were doing. Not a single clue. None of your exes were big on celebrating valentine's day in any kind of way, and for the last few years you had been single. So not only had you never really celebrated valentine's day before, but more importantly: it was your first relationship with a woman.

It had only been about a month since you started dating Emily. After a couple too many shots of tequila on new years eve, the liquid courage had made you bolder than you could have imagined. So, when the countdown to midnight reached zero and the both of you hugged and exchanged a "happy new year!", you had cupped her cheeks and kissed her. You were so overwhelmed at the moment, that you left the party without another word to anyone and ran home. Literally ran home. The next day Emily stood in front of your door, fresh coffee and croissants from your favorite bakery in her hand and you talked about your feelings for each other.

A part of you wished, all of this would have happened on another day. Don't get me wrong, you loved every second you were able to spend with her. But it was all so new to you, and today seemed like such a big day for some reason. Maybe you wouldn't be as nervous if you would have been dating for longer than a month. Then, if you would have gotten more used to being with her romantically, you wouldn't freak out as much as you were right now.

I mean, this wasn't your first date with each other, nor was it the first time Emily came to your place and / or stayed the night. But there was something about days like this - birthdays, valentine's day, or other holidays like christmas for example - that felt even more special when you are in love and spend them with your partner. And even though the both of you had been friends for years beforehand, it just was different now. Especially so early on in the relationship.

You nervously gnawed on your bottom lip as you let your gaze wander around the place. The food - a recipe by the courtesy of one David Rossi - was in the oven and would soon be done; so, check. Plates and cutlery out on the table; check. Emily had said, that she would bring some wine; therefore, check. The dozens of candles you had placed all around the apartment were lit; check. Nice outfit; check. The bouquet of flowers you got for Emily; che-

The door bell rang so sudden it startled you and it was a surprise you didn't scream. Your heart threatened to jump out of its confinement as you walked to the door. Taking a deep breath you reached for the door handle, your hands trembling.

The first thing you saw was a big, beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. Emily exhaled as if she had held her breath and fleshed you a big smile, her eyes shining and full of love as she took you in. "Hello, my love. Happy valentine's day."

"Hi", you breathed, your own lips stretching into a wide smile, "happy valentine's day." You took a step aside to let her in. After you closed the door behind her, you took the bouquet from her and buried your nose in the flowers, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, they are beautiful."

"I'm glad you like them." Emily smiled as you placed a kiss on her lips.

You hurried to put the flowers in a vase and placed them on the table in your living room, while Emily took off her coat. You were speechless for a moment when you saw her. The fabric of the red dress she wore hugged her body like a second skin, knee-length, with a slit on the right side that ended just centimetres under her hip.

Emily did little to mask her amusement when she saw you staring at her. But her amusement was quickly erased by awe when her gaze wandered around the room. Now, it was her time to be speechless, as she took in the scenery. The candles you had placed on almost every possible - and safe - surface, the rose petals that you had placed everywhere, the dimmed lights and the soft music that played in the background.

"Wow... That's...", she started, her brows furrowing as she looked for the right word. You grew nervous. Was it too much? Should you maybe had stopped at music and candles and leave the rose petals?

But before the little voice in the back of you head had any chance to get louder, Emily closed the space between you, reached up to cup your cheek with one hand and run her thumb over your cheekbone. The other found its place on your hip. "Beautiful. It's.." Again, she tried tried to find the right words, but not one came close to describe what she felt.

"So, you like it?", you asked shyly. Emily's gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes as she nodded. "Yeah", she breathed and kissed you.

You pulled her closer and melted into her kiss, into her touch. It didn't take long for Emily to softly nibble at your bottom lip and swiping the tip of her tongue over it. Your lips parted and a soft moan left your throat when your tongues met.

When the alarm clock you had set for when you had to get the food out of the oven rang, neither of you moved. All you did was whisper "Food's ready" in between kisses, but instead of pulling away you pressed your body closer to Emily's.

She smiled into the kiss. "Mmh, I think, I want some dessert first."

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astyrial · 7 months

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taste better than dinner emily prentiss x gn!reader (fluff) synopsis: your girlfriend comes home for dinner word count: 520 warnings: kissing (lots of it) masterlist | requests are open

a savory aroma fills the kitchen's air. the stovetop emanates a heat that battles that of your chilly apartment. you always consider it to be cold, meanwhile your lovely girlfriend can't help but turn down the heating. you love her, but standing in front of the stovetop as you cook is the only thing keeping you from setting it to ninety.

you watch as the sauce bubbles, noodles becoming the perfect texture as it simmers. steam carries up to the over-the-range microwave. music plays in the background, instrumental, upbeat and easy to sway to. your feet tap the ground so lightly as a spoon stirs the ingredients in the pan.

"mmh what smells so good?" a beautifully calm voice echoes behind you, someone wrapping their arms around your waist.

you go to turn off the music, especially after realizing that you didn't hear your amazing girlfriend open the door to your apartment. "no need, i love how you look when you're cooking and listening to music," her head leans forward, her lips pressing against your jawline.

"but i couldn't even hear you enter the apartment, besides, i'd like to be able to have a coherent conversation with you babe," you turn your head, kissing emily's lips, a smile stretching across your lips into the kiss.

she reaches one hand up, caressing your cheek. "you taste better than whatever food is in that pot," emily whispers before kissing your jawline once more, flurries building up in your stomach.

no matter how long you've known emily, or how long the two of you have been dating, you always get butterflies around her. from her loving to a fault nature to her ability to hold her own, she's always been extraordinarily beautiful to you.

you raise your eyebrows, shaking your head a little, "terrible thing to say to the cook."

emily leans back, her one hand holding onto you. her lips parting as if she didn't know what to say next. you widen your eyes a little, as if to say 'watch what you say next'. she gives you a wide smile, crinkling her nose and forehead.

"sorry, just as good as the food in front of you. i mean i think it's better because you're so intoxicating, but to each their own i guess," she lets go of your waist, taking a few steps away from you.

you turn around, grabbing her hand with a smile on your face, "mmh i think i'm the one getting drunk on your love, not the other way around gorgeous," she laces her fingers with yours.

emily brings them up to her lips, kissing each of your knuckles before moving back to your own lips. her breath lingers against your lips as she takes a moment to relax. you search her eyes, watching as the light behind you brings them to a beautiful hazel color.

"if you keep staring at me like that dinner may burn. and then it definitely will taste worse than those lips of yours," she shrugs, leaning forward and kissing your nose before walking around you and stirring the food.

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the-guilty-writer · 1 year

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jj and emily advocating for readers needs when traveling for the cm blurbs? whether at police precincts or restaurants or whatever is up to you! please and thanks <3

(ps take care of yourself!)

Emily and JJ help advocate for readers needs when traveling

CW: eating, resturants

The entire team was exhausted and hangry. Anyone would be after working on a case for three days straight with little progress; three days running off coffee, vending machine snacks, and almost no sleep. Hotch finally decided that it was time for a break- a good night of rest and an actual meal before starting back in the morning.

You wanted nothing more than to go to the hotel and order take-out, but the lead detective stepped in before you could say anything. "I know the guy who own the pub down the street. Tell him who you are and have him put it on the department tab."

That's how you ended up with the rest of the team, waiting to get seated at a table. You weren't sure if the exhaustion was amplifying your senses, or if it was causing your mask to slip.

"We've got seats open at the bar," the hostess said. "I don't think a table will be open for another hour."

You felt yourself tense. It was already difficult enough to be at a resturant, but sitting at the bar would make everything worse. You didn't even catch that Emily had taken one look at the panic on your face before saying, "No, you guys go ahead" and then guiding you gently outside.

She helped you sit on the curb and your panic began to settle. The cool night air felt almost clensing- as if it could wash away the noise, and the dirty looks when you fidgeted, and the confusion at strange jokes.

"Thanks, Em," you said quietly. She nodded in understanding, not wanting to interrupt the quiet. "I-I don't want to- you can-"

"We've got it taken care of," Emily said gently.

Before you had time to be confused, JJ came out of the resturant and approached the two of you.

"You ready to go?" she asked. She held up a bag with three take-out boxes. "I got your favorite."

Relief spread through your body, which was already so tired you thought you might collapse underneath you without warning. A simple nod was all it took for the three of you to be on your way to the quiet and cozy hotel to have dinner in peace before getting some much-needed rest.

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ebullientheart · 10 months

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chewing gum. emily prentiss x reader

content — pure fluff. gn!reader. drabble. established relationship. requested by dm.

emily subtly supports you with your oral fixation.

sometimes the urge to move your mouth hindered your day to day life. you managed by rambling with reid, or chewing your pen. but spencer was for once quiet and half asleep at his desk, and you had no pen because the form you were completing was all computerised. so, you’d resorted to the bane of your dentist’s existence — teeth grinding.

across the bullpen, emily frowned. she could see the clench of your jaw from where she sat.

“hey, my love, can you send those to me when you’re done?” she had bridged the distance to tap your screen and distract you from the urge in your jaw. you smiled and nodded, copying her into the email before you sent it.

she reached for your hand and squeezed it in way of thanks, depositing a packet of gum in your upturned palm before returning to her desk. gratefully, you tore into the packet, and the compulsion that was damaging your teeth subsided.

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beautifulbrainrot · 1 year

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Be Patient.

Emily Prentiss x GN!Reader

cw 18+ minors dni! cock warming (or really strap warming) strap ons, smut, gn!reader, dom emily, sub reader, the no capitals is on purpose

“em- please.” you whimpered pitiful, pressing you face into the soft material of her red work blouse.

“just a minute love” she returned, a small smirk gracing her face at the desperation in your voice. You had been warming her strap for god knows how long while she finished up the last of her paperwork. You should have know begging for her while she was still working would only cause trouble but you were so desperate for anything she would give you , you didn’t have it in you to care.

you were slightly regretting that now.

every time you shifted even the slightest bit the tip of her strap rubbed that most sensitive spot inside of you causing you to moan and shudder into her chest.

“emi- emily please i need-“

“i’m almost done love. be good and wait for me and then i’ll reward you. don’t you want that?”

you whined into her neck as she rubbed your back softly with her free hand, trying to still your hips the best you can to earn your reward.

“i’m done.”

with those words she gripped your hips so hard you thought it might bruise - which couldn’t begin to care about - and lifted you up before pulling you back down again, the force almost knocking the air out of your lungs but instead pulling a high pitched moan from your now open mouth.

you threw your head back in ecstasy as she continued moving your already spent body for you, in a way that made you impossibly wetter, the erotic sounds coming from where your two bodies entwined only becoming louder and filthier.

your jaw even dropped lower as you let out another loud moan between the small involuntary whimpers when she started biting and suckling on the smooth expanse of your now exposed neck, placing reddened marks down to you collarbones, her dark hair tickling the warm skin as she moved.

from waiting so long your climax was already fast approaching, but before you could even fully register it, her hand that was once holding holding your hips came down between your bodies to rub small circles on your clit, in time with her fast thrusts into your core, causing you to instantly topple over the edge into white hot bliss.

she slowed down her thrusts as you came back from your high, pulling you into her warm chest until your erratic breathing against her neck slowed to a regular pace.

“you really need to learn how to be more patient sweetheart.” she quipped in her usual dry tone as you rose from the crook of her neck to look at her.

“if this is what comes out of me being impatient, it’s worth it.”

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happenstnces · 1 year

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⠀CRIMSON CLOVER ✧ E. PRENTISS

✧ based off of this prompt. emily prentiss x gn!reader !

syn. it may be your job, but you’re getting sick and tired of patching her up. warning ! intentional lowercase, swearing, mentions of blood, alcohol, & smoking, suggested smut, enemies to a little more than friends, slight hurt/comfort & angst. wc. 2.4k

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the first time you met her, you immediately knew you could never get along.

getting her to sit down at the foot of the rig was a struggle on it’s own, she kept insisting that she was fine, that it was just a scratch, and she made it nearly impossible for you to just do your damn job. she huffed the entire time, rolling her dark eyes as you fired through the list of routine questions, acting as though you tending to the gash in her forehead was nothing more than an inconvenience.

“seriously, i’m fine.” she snapped, shrugging the hand you had on the top of her head away. you quirked a brow, “you need stitches.”

“no, i don’t. it doesn’t even hurt,” she raised her hand to prod at the open wound, but you were quick to catch her wrist before she could make contact and inevitably give herself an infection. “oh, i didn’t realize the fbi gave out medical degrees.”

you dropped her hand back to her lap and cocked your head in annoyance, hoping to god she would just shut up and sit there. “when you work in a hospital that isn’t on wheels, i’ll start taking medical advice from a nurse.” she muttered.

she wasn’t even sure why she said it, she didn’t have any particular hatred for paramedics, in fact, she often found herself very thankful for them. part of her felt bad for being so rude to you, you were just doing your job, but in her defence, getting clocked in the head with a two-by-four had slowed her down and allowed the unsub to escape; leaving her unwillingly sat in the back of an ambulance while the rest of the team followed in pursuit.

“perfect. next time you need a hospital on wheels, i’ll remember you said that.” you made sure your tone matched hers, infused with clear irritation, while trying to just scrape being professional. it may be petty, but your day hadn’t exactly been going your way, either. “and i’m not a nurse.”

“are you done yet?”

“did i say i was done?”

she bit her tongue, stewing in her annoyance until you snapped your gloves as you pulled them off. “there. now i’m done.” she narrowed her eyes at you, “thanks.” if she had only waited until she was a few more feet away, you would have missed what she mumbled beneath her breath as she strode towards the black SUV parked a little up the road.

“smartass.”

you didn’t see her for some time after that, either she had been extremely careful in the field (which sounded rather unlikely), or she had requested you specifically be removed from the rotation of paramedics that are first on the bau’s beck and call.

in all honesty, you wouldn’t put it past her—hell, you had even thought about requesting it yourself. the next time you saw her, you internally groaned, rolling your eyes when her back turned to you.

“please, roll your eyes harder. i don’t think they got a good look at the back of your skull.” judging by the smirk on her lips, she must’ve thought that was quite clever. you didn’t respond, keeping your eyes trained on the bloody knuckles cradled in your hands, brows knit together in annoyance. you didn’t have it in you to bicker with her right now, quickly making friends with silence.

“what? no snarky remarks for me today, sunshine?” she prodded, raising her leg beside her, foot tucked into the crook of her knee. you hummed, but said nothing. the quicker you could patch her up, the quicker you could continue with your day. “you bruised the bone.” you disturbed the lull that had snaked its way between you.

“no, i didn’t.”

“really?” you pressed ever so gently on the knuckle of her pointer finger, watching as she winced and swore and tugged her swollen hand from your grasp. “ow!” your brows raised knowingly, pursing your lips as if to silently say i told you so. “what did you do?” she was hesitant to slip her hand back into yours waiting open and patiently. “nothing, yet. if you don’t let me do my job, my story might change.”

you held her gaze for a second, as if to solidify your threat, but it quickly dissolved into a small smile that mirrored hers. “what did you do?” you changed the topic; maybe if you got to know her, your distaste would soften. you highly doubted it, but it was worth a shot, right?

“punched someone.” she said nonchalantly, “a few times.”

you let out a sharp puff of air from your nose, a sorry excuse for a laugh, and reached for the medical tape beside you. “i’d hate to see what they look like.” you were both silent again, and you didn’t speak until you had taped her hand and told her she was free to go.

“stop getting hurt, i’m sick of fixing you.” you called as she began to walk away. she turned on her heel and took a few steps backwards, biting back a laugh. “oh, no! what am i to do without my favourite nurse?”

you curled your lips downward, trying to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. “still not a nurse.”

much like before, a few weeks passed before your paths crossed again—this time, it wasn’t in the middle of your workday. you were walking home from a game night with your friends when she came stumbling out of a bar a few paces up the sidewalk, hand cupping her jaw as she cursed, rather loudly.

“fucking christ!” you weren’t going to say anything, hoping you could seamlessly pass by, until she spit a mouthful of blood in front of her boots, wiping the corner of her bleeding lip with the heel of her hand.

“prentiss?” you called out, stopping a few feet away. she looked up, and if you had been looking a little closer, you would’ve caught the relief that momentarily flashed across her face. “oh, hey.” she shook her stiff hand out, the once swollen and bloody knuckles reduced to faint green and yellow blots, wobbling on unsteady legs as she did so.

you scoffed, already wishing you could go back in time and keep walking. “what happened?”

“bar fight.”

“jesus,” you muttered, wryly chuckling in disbelief. “i’m starting to think you’re purposefully looking to get injured.” she smiled back at you, wincing when the movement stretched the open cut on the corner of her lip. “fuck,” she hissed. “guess i can’t stay away,” she spat another mouthful of blood on the pavement, “where else am i gonna find a nurse with such an attitude?”

you cornered her with your gaze. “you’re making it really difficult to want to help you.” again, that cocky, shit-eating smile lit up her face. “c’mon, what other patient do you love as much as me?”

“oh, love is not the word that comes to mind when i think of you, prentiss.”

“emily.”

“what?”

“my name. it’s emily.”

you nodded firmly, just once. “okay, emily. do you want me to look at that split lip, or what?” her smile only seemed to grow. “it sounds like you really want to. i dunno, i think you do love me. just a little bit.”

you nudged her with your shoulder as you began to walk forward again, silently beckoning her to follow, and it’s only when she was behind you did you let your sheepish smile present itself to the cement. you were quick to reel it in, turn your head over your shoulder, and nod up the sidewalk, an indication for her to come with you. “i don’t need you telling everyone i neglected an injured fbi agent. you coming, or are you too busy spitting up your teeth?”

she giddily smiled and began following the ghost of your footsteps, lighting a cigarette after a few blocks of silence. “are you seriously smoking right now?” she cluelessly looked at you, cigarette hanging from the intact corner of her lips, “oh, sorry. want one?”

“no, i don’t. i can’t believe you smoke.”

“why? tons of people do it.”

“yeah, and it kills tons of people—people who aren’t already in danger because of their job. you’re like a walking death wish.”

you came to a halt in front of the door to your complex, watching as she tossed it to the ground and stomped it out with the toe of her boot. “technically, i’ve died already.”

“i’m sorry, what?”

“don’t be. it was kinda cool, i guess. i don’t know.”

your lips smoothed into a small frown. you didn’t ask her to share, you didn’t want to prod.

she briefly explained how she had been put in witness protection after the doyle case as you made your way up to your apartment, finishing her story once you sat her on the lip of your bathtub and began rooting through your medicine cabinet. “i’m sorry that happened to you.” she shrugged it off as if it was nothing more than an insignificant, bothersome part of her week, like getting stuck in traffic or the grocery store being sold out of her favourite snack.

you watched her gently prod at the cut with her thumb, looking down at the dried blood smeared across her hand in confusion. “is this from me?” she looked up at you, brows furrowed in drunken uncertainty. she didn’t remember there being this much. “stop touching it.” after gathering what you needed, you sat cross-legged on your toilet seat and grabbed her by the shoulders, tilting her towards you.

“but yes.” you were cautious to grasp her jaw, ever so gently slanting her head to the side to get a good look, “damn, whoever you fought got a few good swings in. maybe you’re not as good as i thought,” you tried to lighten her confusion with a joke, only her intoxication blurred the line between harmless poking and genuine disappointment.

her face fell slightly. “emily, i’m kidding.” she hummed. she was silent for a long while, glassy eyes inspecting your bathroom as you dabbed the dried blood off her chin with a washcloth. “you’re not obligated to do this, you know.” she quietly confessed.

“to do what?” she grabbed your wrist and pulled your cool fingers from her face, turning her head straight to look at you. “to keep fixing me.” you let out a shallow, calm sigh, shaking your head. “if we’re still talking in technicalities, i am.”

you raised your hand to keep going, but she stopped you again, bloody fingers twisting around your own. “but you’re not. you could’ve kept walking. why didn’t you?”

“why didn’t i keep walking?”

she nodded, “i know you don’t like me.” and while there was a kernel of truth in her statement, you weren’t exceptionally fond of her, you couldn’t help but find her snarky attitude a little charming. “i can’t let you walk around like this. who’d trust an fbi agent that looks like they got their shit rocked?”

again, you tried to bring your conversation back to lighthearted territory. “you’re deflecting.”

“and you’re profiling me.”

this seemed to shut her up for a moment, enough time for you to wipe away the blood that had trickled down the column of her neck. you started to clean along the length of her forearm when she stopped you again, prying the washcloth from your hand and placing it on the edge of the bathtub beside her. “seriously, why are you helping me?”

you held her eye with your own slightly pointed. “can’t i, just…be nice to you? why do you think i have ulterior motives, or something?”

“because you’ve never been just nice to me.”

“you’ve never given me a reason to be.”

again, this seemed to stun her for the time being. whether it be the intoxicated mind-lag or not, she sat wordlessly and inspected your face as you began rooting through the first aid bag again. “i don’t have the proper stuff to stitch your lip,” you whispered, mostly to yourself, trying to think of a quick temporary fix until the morning.

“you can kiss it better.”

“ha-ha, knee slapper.”

she nudged your ankle with her foot, bringing your focus back to her face. “i wasn’t kidding.” this time, it’s you that was stunned to silence for a beat.

“you’re drunk.”

“i’m sober enough to know what i’m saying.” she cocked her head, fingers splayed along the small of your wrist. “i see the way you look at me. i know you want to.” she leaned ever so slightly, enough so you could faintly smell the cigarette smoke lingering on her tongue.

your eyes flicked from her own, her lips, then to her eyes again. “i don’t kiss my patients.”

“no? not part of your specialty?” she smiled, bottom lip slipping between her teeth. then she tipped her chin up, brushing her lips warily against yours. when she felt you start to kiss her back, your hands flying to cup her face in your hands, she poured a little more faith into her movements and kissed you like she meant it, like your lips against hers was the thing she’d been unknowingly missing.

“do you want me to stop?” she clarified between soft lip locks, hands trickling down your sides. “no.” and then your lips connected again, moving in perfect synchronicity, slow and gentle as you map out exactly what the other favoured. when you part your lips, emily hesitantly swiped her tongue across the bottom one, asking for permission.

you opened your mouth a little wider, your tongues rolling against one another as you explored each other’s mouths, hands roaming over clothed skin and shallow breaths swapping between you.

the next morning you’d awoken to an empty bed, naked body twisted around the cold, stark-white sheets you had found yourself entangled in the night before. it wasn’t until you fully sat up did you notice it; the small crimson blotch in the middle of the pillowcase beside you. it was impossible to miss, it made you grit your teeth and whip your head around in search of the source.

instead, at the end of the trail your clothing created, a sticky note on the bathroom doorframe anticipated your attention.

morning, sunshine. did you know the coffee place down the street does a nurses discount? i’d check that out if i were you. - emily.

you scoffed.

you were right, you could never get along.

an. mean lesbian emily number one in my heart forever <3 this is borderline ooc but idc this was a lot of fun to write :-)

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serenity-lattes · 2 years

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A = angst

F = fluff

M = mature themes, 14+, not smut

Reader is non-descriptive unless stated otherwise.

NOTE: NO LONGER WRITING FOR THIS FANDOM

• Lost

Drabble: Hotch + Child!Reader (platonic) (AF). A young reader loses their mom in a crowd and finds Hotch. He helps them find their mom.

• An Evening in Shambles

One Shot: Prentiss x Male!Reader (AFM) Established Relationship. Reader and Emily are just trying to go on a well-deserved date when a case foils their evening.

• One More Snowfall

One Shot: Prentiss x Reader (AM) Friends to Lovers. When Emily is injured by Ian Doyle, Reader realizes they can’t lose her. Happy ending.

• Happy Birthday to You

One Shot: Prentiss x Male!Reader (F) Established Relationship. Reader isn’t thrilled about his birthday, but Emily strives to make it the best day ever anyway.

• Guess I’m in Love

One Shot: Prentiss x Male!Reader (F) Strangers to Lovers. Song fic. Emily is an awful waitress but still catches Reader’s eye. Despite every awful thing that they have faced, love is enough and worth it.

• Healing

One Shot: Prentiss + Reid (A) Platonic. After Emily returns from faking her death, she and Spencer sit down after Rossi’s dinner party and actually talk about their thoughts and feelings. Happy ending.

• All of The Stars

One Shot: Prentiss x Reader (F) Established Relationship. Song fic. While Emily was living in England (set between 8x01-9x14), Reader became her replacement on the Quantico team. After they needed her expertise on a case, things blossomed into a long-distance relationship.

• Healing

One Shot: Reid + Prentiss (A) Platonic. After Emily returns from faking her death, she and Spencer sit down after Rossi’s dinner party and actually talk about their thoughts and feelings. Happy ending.

• A Little Bit of My Heart

Drabble: Reid x Short!Reader (F) Established Relationship. Reid is having fun teasing you about your height until you nail him with a particularly good comeback.

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reidception · 2 years

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—— YOU MAKE DIRTY WORDS SOUND PRETTY | A.H / E.P / GN!R

WARNINGS | NSFW , RIDING , CUMMING INSIDE RAW

NOTES | Happy almost kinktober! I know this is early so it's just, poorly written sex and nothing else ..<3 ^__^

“Just a little bit more,” Emily encouraged as you whined in frustration, the dull shivering of your legs not quite registering to you as you continued to grind on Hotch's cock.

“he's so very close to cumming, come on baby.” she whispered in your ear, trailing her hands annoyingly slow from your waist to your collar bones. “make him cum, okay?”

You nodded in agreement, you could feel it, but still you groaned. “Can't– can't.” you echoed to yourself in particular. You had started the session with bouncing, and now you were merely grinding. You felt pathetic.

Emily hummed, “What do you mean you can't? Baby you've been the creamiest you've ever been down there since our threesome with Morgan ..” she retold, and you moaned at the statement.

“But–” you stuttered out before Emily latched her mouth onto the back of your neck, causing you to stagger weakly.

The feeling of strong hands being placed on your hips wasn't particularly lost to you. Neither was the feeling of getting lifted up only to be pushed back down again. Tears prickled slightly, and a quiet preen exited.

“Fuck,” he said—hotch, your brain reminded you. Hotch, the same man that your wife worked with. Hotch, also being the same man that had been cumming in you since the earlier evening—as he continued with a particular pattern that you couldn't pick up.

“Fuck.” he uttered again, and you felt a prominent twitch inside you and you whined desperately at the feeling of another building orgasm from you.

Emily smiled, teeth digging into the flush of your neck achingly. The good kind of ache though, the kind you could only feel good from aslong as it was from Emily.

She latched off with a pop, smiling softly at the hickey she had been working on. She leaned down to lick at it softly, before trailing up to your ears with a soft chuckle. “God, you're amazing, did you know that?” she wondered affectionately, and you nodded furiously, making her laugh.

“Hey, at least one of us is self-aware ..” she drawled, making lazy eye contact with Hotch, you presumed. “Cum.” she ordered, and before you even knew it, a warm inkly feeling oozed from inside you, causing you to shiver and buckle against both of their grips with a jolt of surprise pleasure.

“You cum too, darling.” she reminded, as you continued to lazily ride Hotch through his orgasm, and you moaned out pathetically. Before cumming, spent and tired.

Emily smiled, leaning down to leave another kiss to your neck. “Alright so.. Orgasm control is checked out of our kink checklist.” she joked and you leaned back to hit her front with your back. “Hey hey– joking! I was joking!!” she laughed.

You only grumbled along Hotch's equally spent laughs, if you could even call them that. “Yeah right ..”

#aaron hotchner x gn!reader #emily prentiss x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x gn!reader smut #emily prentiss x gn!reader smut #i have no idea lol

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astrophileous · 7 months

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Hmmmmm for Hotch maybe him lowkey coddling reader when she gets hurt shortly during a case shortly after they start dating? Maybe the team wasn’t aware until they saw him fret this much when he had never done it to this level in the past? 🥹

Thanks for the request babes!! My first Aaron fic ever, so hopefully it's not too bad for a first 🥺 I hope this is to your liking ❤️

Warning(s): gn!reader, established relationship, talks of traffic accident, mentions of injuries, protective hotch, mean words (hotch is just worried abt you ok??)

This blurb was written as a part of the "Zara's Birthday Bash and Road to 1K" celebration.

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You heard him before you even laid eyes upon him.

Amidst the beeping machines and the moderate ruckus of the emergency room, Aaron's voice penetrated the air like a sword. The authority dripped like lava from his tone as he badgered Derek for your whereabouts, and before you could shuffle out of the hospital bed that had been your safe haven for the past hour, the cubical curtain surrounding you was suddenly yanked open.

Your movements ceased once you locked eyes with a frowning Aaron Hotchner.

"Hey—"

"Are you insane?"

You looked at him dumbfoundedly.

"Do you have a death wish? Is that it? Or are you just stupid?"

A few feet behind him, you could see Derek and Emily exchanging silent looks between the two of them. Everyone knew that Aaron was notorious for being frigid, and he had a strong impartiality when it came to any of his team members doing something impetuous on the field, but the words seeping out of Aaron's mouth at that moment sounded overtly harsh to those who knew him.

"Hotch—" Derek took a step forward, trying to come to your defense, "—it's not (Y/N)'s fault."

"I'm not talking to you." Aaron's response was cutting and final. It baffled Derek enough for him to trace his step back.

"What's wrong with you?" you asked once the shock dissipated, returning your voice to its rightful owner once more. "Why are you being like this?"

"Me? You're asking me? I should be the one asking you."

Your eyebrows pulled together in confusion. "We were chasing the UnSub—"

"You went rogue," he cut you off. "Morgan told me everything. There's no point in denying it."

Derek raised his arms in surrender when your stare of betrayal slid his way. "Fine. I'm sorry I grabbed a random civilian's bike and crashed it against the UnSub's car. You don't have to worry about paying anything back, I'll figure something out."

"Is that what you think this is about?" Aaron pinched the bridge of his nose. "I could care less about monetary compensations. We can deal with that later. You could've been killed, don't you understand?"

It was his last admission that finally made the pieces in your head click into place. Beneath the anger inside Aaron's words was actually a hidden anxiety ready to break free. He was worried about you, even if he was showing it in the least hospitable way possible.

Your relationship with Aaron was young; green around the edges and blooming every single day like tulips in spring. Nobody else in the world knew about it yet, and the two of you wanted to keep it that way. At least, that was what you agreed upon after having that lengthy discussion following your first official date.

And yet, none of that mattered when your fingers opted to reach out for Aaron's hand. You pretended not to notice the gasp that Emily let out as you urged your boyfriend to look into your eyes.

"I know you're worried, but I'm fine. I'm right here with you, and I'm okay." Aaron's shoulders physically collapsed at your reassurance. Every other noise in the hospital seemed to drown out in the aftermath. "The doctor's gonna clear me in no time, trust me."

"It still doesn't erase the fact that what you did was reckless." Aaron stepped closer towards the bed, overcrowding your senses as his thumb swept over your left eyebrow, just below the wound you had obtained from the crash. "Does it hurt?"

You shook your head no. The injury to your head was relatively minor. Your arm, on the other hand, was sustaining a quite sizable gash from your collision with the car.

Aaron's eyes followed your gaze that had meandered towards the gauze covering your arm. "How many stitches?"

Reluctantly, you answered, "Seven."

You heard his sharp breath before he turned around to face Derek. "Where's the UnSub now?"

Derek jerked his head to the right, where you reckoned the UnSub was being treated for their own injuries from the crash. The words of protest died in your throat as Aaron began to saunter to the other end of the ER with Derek hot on his heels.

With the two men's departure, Emily was the only one who remained.

"So—" she smiled knowingly, leaning against the foot of your bed, "—you and Hotch? When did that happen?"

You slammed your head back on the pillow, muffling your groan with your uninjured arm. "Shut up."

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ralvezfanatic · 2 months

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Emily: I like your top, Spencer!

Y/N: I have a name, you know.

Spencer: *sighs* Why. Why are you like this.

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reidsdaisies · 1 month

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Hello!

You wanted requests for Emily Prentiss, so what about an Emily Prentiss x gn!reader where Emily finds some of her clothes going missing. She asks reader but they say they don’t know. She ends up catches reader stealing and wearing her (stolen) clothes, finding it adorable.

Something nice and fluffy!

Hope you’re having a great day/night!

༉‧´ˎ˗ paring; emily prentiss x gn!reader

༉‧´ˎ˗ content warnings; clothes sharing (stealing).

༉‧´ˎ˗ wc; 0.6k

༉‧´ˎ˗ an; i love this request sm! thank you for sending it in <3 i hope you’re also having a great day/night!

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“Honey, have you seen my sweater?” Emily called from the bedroom, sifting through the closet, looking for the sweater in question.

“Hm?” You cluelessly hummed, peeking your head out from behind the bathroom door, toothbrush in hand.

“I’m repacking my bag, but I can’t find my sweater anywhere,” she explained to you as she continued to look lower in the closet, seeing if maybe it fell down from the hanger.

“Which one? You have a bunch.” You laughed, wetting your toothbrush under the faucet.

“My gray cardigan. Are you sure that you have no idea where it is?”

When you shook your head, she gave up her search, instead just picking out a different sweater. She leaned over to give you a peck on the cheek before allowing you to resume the process of brushing your teeth, going back to working on fitting her clothes in the bag.

…

The next day at work, Emily was pulled into the conference room almost immediately. Another case, one word. Florida.

Upon hearing JJ name the state they were traveling to, she sighed, shaking her head and following the blonde upstairs.

After finishing going over the main details of the case with the team, she made it a point to text you, letting you know she wouldn’t be home tonight, or the next few nights. You replied a little while later, wishing her a safe travel.

The case was grueling, and the unsub’s motive was tricky to piece together, so they had to go out on a limb, but thankfully the call they made was the right one. Emily was able to make it home in one piece, back to you.

As she tiptoed to the bedroom, socked feet pitter-pattering down the hall, she could hear a faint sound coming from your shared room. She took it as a sign that she didn’t need to tip toe, assuming you were awake, and pushed the bedroom door open.

She walked in, the first thing catching her eye being you, laying on your stomach on the bed, feet kicking back and forth in the air as you watched something on your laptop. She smiled, immediately engulfed by feelings of warmth and contentment being in your presence. Something else she noticed, however, was your attire. Or, actually, her attire that you’d seemingly stolen.

“Hi sweetheart,” she greeted softly, removing her sweater and tossing it in the hamper. “That wouldn’t be my gray cardigan that you’re wearing, would it? The one I told you I couldn’t find the other week.”

You just smirked, chuckling a bit as you hit the pause button on your show, rolling back over onto your back.

“Nope, definitely not.”

Emily quirked her brow at you, shaking her head lightly, a breathy laugh coming from her. “Yeah, sure it isn’t.”

She turned around, stripping off the rest of her work clothes and picking out something comfy to wear for bed. As she pulled her shirt over her head, she muttered, “next time you want to wear my clothes, just ask me.”

“Hm?” You hummed, looking back over at her.

“I think you look adorable in my sweater, but you should’ve asked.” She said, walking over to your side of the bed.

“Sorry.. I just wasn’t sure if you’d be alright with it.”

“Of course I’m alright with it, I mean look at you. I might just have to give that cardigan to you permanently.”

You snorted, but her words did put a smile on your face.

“No, that’s okay. I’m good with sharing, especially if that means I get to wear your clothes.”

“Sounds like a deal. But just so you know, this means I’m also going to be stealing your sweaters too. All the time.”

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mismatched-sockss · 2 months

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the sock drawer

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» valentine's 💕 ❤️-- Emily Prentiss x Reader; summary: the relationship is new and you are nervous before your first valentine's date with Emily word count: 1k

» Where I never dared to stand 🌊/💕/🎵 💜-- Spencer Reid x fem!Reader; summary: JJ's POV (written in 3rd person); follows JJ figuring out and kind of working through her feelings when and after Spencer and Reader get together -- , [NO JEID whatsoever - pls mind warnings and read the "important" beneath the a/n] word count: 4k

» Kiss it better 💕/🎭 ❤️-- Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!Reader; summary: after an altercation with an Unsub, Emily helps you clean up and dress your wounds when you get home word count: 2,4k

» By your side 💕/🌊-ish 💜-- Spencer Reid x Reader; summary: Spencer has to cancel your anniversary date due to a case, when he is back he feels guilty for leaving all the time; you ease his nerves word count: 2,6k

» Say something 🌊/🎵 -- [open but leaning to sad ending] ❤️-- Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!Reader; summary: You and Emily have been seeing each other for a couple of months now -without anyone knowing -, but can't keep being her secret. word count: 3,8k

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cupidddd-d · 7 months

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you waste your time on daft pretty boys

in which spencer reid is so smart, but he's so dumb!

if you had a quarter for every time you tried flirting with spencer reid and he obliviously rebuffed your attempts, you'd have enough money to buy a yacht.

at first, it started with you innocently brushing his arm when you had to walk past him. you'd make eye contact with him across the room. he thought nothing of it.

and then you purposely wore a pair of shoes that were practically falling apart, all so you could fall into his arms and bat your eyelashes at him as he caught you. he caught you, but he immediately set you back on your feet, almost as if he was afraid to touch you for more than a second.

"you should be more careful," he laughed, somehow still completely clueless to the fact that you were putting the moves on him.

"i mean, i don't get it! i've been flirting with him all week, and nothing! why isn't he just taking the hint?" you complained to morgan as you slumped down in your cubicle.

spencer being late only ever happened once in a blue moon, but he was late today. and you needed to take full advantage of his absence to pester morgan for advice.

"honestly, you're wasting your time here. if you're not going to be direct with him, he'll never get the hint. the kid's like a robot," morgan shrugged, twirling his pen in the air.

"it's true," prentiss agreed as she walked by, overhearing your conversation. "his iq gets slashed to nothing when it comes to romance. you need to be upfront with him."

"but it's so embarrassing!" you whined, dropping your head on your desk with defeat. "what if he rejects me?"

"the answer's always gonna be no if you never ask," prentiss raised her eyebrows at you knowingly.

you groaned dramatically at her words, weakly slapping your desk a few times to further express your point. "fine, but if he rejects me, i'm changing my name and moving to costa rica. i'll start a new life, and you'll never see me again!" you threaten them both, pointing your index finger at them.

"yeah, yeah," morgan smirked smugly, interlacing his hands behind his head as he leaned back.

"shut up, baldie!" you retorted, just because you had to get the last word in.

"so...spencer," you say awkwardly, standing over his cubicle. everyone except hotch had gone home, and you two were the only ones still working in the bullpen.

"yeah?" his smile was so sweet and so welcoming, but it had never intimidated you before the way it does now.

"um, okay. so basically morgan and prentiss were telling me to be upfront with you because i've been flirting with you like, this whole week, and you haven't gotten the hint yet. spencer, i think you're a great guy, and i really like being around you. do you maybe...want to go out sometime? as a date?" you rambled nervously, feeling a hot blush creep up your cheeks.

you watched spencer fumble for words for what seemed like hours. his mouth parted, then it closed again. he just blinked at you, a little squeaking noise coming out of his mouth as he blushed red, from his neck to the tips of his ears.

"y-yeah, i'd like that! l-like, a lot!" he squeaked, turning a lovely shade of fire engine red. "w-we could w-watch um, a movie! does f-friday work? c-cool, okay!"

he dashed off before you could say anything, but friday did work for you, so you just stood there in disbelief.

"yeah, cool, okay..." you echoed, a giddy smile on your face.

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