Jareau-romanoff - L - Tumblr Blog

☽ 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 | 𝘌𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘴

summary: in which the tension between you and emily finally causes you both to crack on a case in New Orleans, and it was worth the wait.

pairing: Emily Prentiss x BAU!Female Reader

warnings: SMUT!!,

word count: 1.9k

note: this is my first ever attempt at smut…

The air was thick with humidity and the subtle chill of the air conditioning in your hotel room, but the tension between you and Emily Prentiss was palpable—like the atmosphere before a storm. You’d been with the BAU for three years, long enough to see people come and go. Elle had been your go-to for casual flirting, a fun way to unwind after a tough case. But with her gone, the dynamic shifted.

Emily had only joined the team a few weeks ago, but she brought a quiet intensity with her, one that simmered just below the surface. You noticed it during cases, especially this one in New Orleans. The team had been called down after a hurricane tore through the city, and while the case was brutal, it was the moments after hours, catching up with drinks at the bar or unwinding at the hotel, where the real storm brewed. There was something unspoken between the two of you—a line neither of you had crossed. Yet.

The buddy system in place meant you were paired up for the night, sharing a double bed at the hotel, thanks to overcrowding. It wasn’t uncommon for you to room with one of the girls—you hated getting hot during the night, so you preferred sharing a room with someone who wouldn’t mind your minimal sleep attire. But this time, it felt different.

After settling in, you headed toward the bathroom, your mind elsewhere—probably on the case, or so you tried to tell yourself. As you pushed the door open, you were immediately greeted by a wave of steam. You frowned, confused at first, before your eyes landed on Emily. Wrapped in a towel, her damp hair clinging to her neck, she stared back at you wide-eyed as if caught off guard.

“Oh—shit, sorry!” you yelped, heart skipping a beat. She nearly dropped the towel in surprise, but thankfully, her quick reflexes saved the situation.

“No, it’s fine,” she said, her voice casual, but you noticed the slightest hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Should’ve locked the door.”

You backed out quickly, your pulse racing as you closed the door behind you. Jesus, you thought, trying to calm the pounding in your chest. The image of her, fresh out of the shower, skin still glistening with moisture, was now seared into your mind. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, reminding yourself that she was your coworker.

“Sorry about that,” you apologized again as you grabbed your pajamas, trying to play it cool.

“No big deal,” she shrugged, but you could feel her eyes on you as you headed back into the bathroom, this time to get ready for bed yourself.

When you emerged, you were hyper-aware of her gaze as you walked over to your side of the bed. Dressed in your typical sleep attire—tiny shorts and a thin camisole—you could practically feel her eyes trailing up and down your body. The room was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner, which you had insisted on turning up. You hated being too hot at night, and the cool air washed over you, hardening your nipples under your shirt, which Emily undoubtedly noticed.

You sat on the edge of the bed, propping one leg up as you lazily applied lotion to your legs, your mind drifting back to her. Emily was undeniably hot—more than just a little crush-worthy. But she was also your coworker, someone you saw every day. Still, you couldn’t shake the thought of how her towel had nearly slipped. How close you had been to seeing more.

“So,” Emily’s voice broke the silence, a little deeper than usual, “You always wear that to bed?”

You glanced at her, catching the playful tone behind her words. “What, this?” you smirked, gesturing to your shorts and tank. “I don’t like getting overheated at night. You’ve seen worse, trust me.”

Her eyes darkened ever so slightly as she leaned back on the bed, her gaze lingering on you a little too long before she reached for the lamp beside her. She flicked it off, and the room dimmed, leaving only the faint moonlight streaming in through the curtains.

You followed suit, turning off your lamp, then lying down beside her. The bed wasn’t big—it was just a standard double—and you were very aware of how close you were to her. Your arm rested under your head as you stared at the ceiling, the tension thick in the air, and for a moment, you swore you could hear her breathing faster.

You turned your head slightly, glancing at her in the faint light. She was staring at you, her mouth slightly parted as though she wanted to say something but was holding back. You could see the slight rise and fall of her chest, and your mind kept flashing back to that split second when her towel had almost dropped.

“Emily…” you whispered, unsure of what to say, unsure of what was about to happen.

But then her hand moved—slowly, tentatively—up your thigh. Your breath hitched as you felt the heat between your legs intensify. The moment her fingers brushed against your bare skin, you shuddered, and all your restraint shattered.

You surged forward, capturing her lips in a sloppy, needy kiss. It was frantic, desperate, all the tension that had been building between you two spilling over in an instant. Emily’s hands roamed your body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. When she pinched your nipple softly, you let out a soft moan, rolling over onto her, straddling her thigh. She licked her lips as she felt your arousal pressing against her.

“You’re so wet,” she whispered, her voice husky as her hands slid under your camisole, pulling it off in one swift motion.

You quickly worked on removing her top as well, your lips leaving a fiery trail down her jawline and between the valley of her breasts. Your mouth latched onto one nipple while your fingers teased the other, switching between them as her hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer.

With a low moan, Emily flipped you over, pinning you beneath her. Her eyes were dark with lust, and you knew she wasn’t done with you yet.

“You’ve been teasing me for weeks,” she growled softly, her lips ghosting over yours, “Now, I’m going to make you pay for it.”

And with that, the storm between you two finally broke.

Emily’s lips left a blazing trail of kisses down your chest, her tongue flicking teasingly at each of your nipples as you squirmed beneath her. The ache between your legs was becoming unbearable, and you felt your pulse quicken as she moved lower, her eyes locked on yours from beneath her dark lashes.

When her breath hit the sensitive skin of your lower abdomen, you whimpered, your hips rising involuntarily to meet her. But with a firm hand, she pushed you back down, a smirk playing at her lips.

“Patience,” she tutted softly, her voice dripping with control. She released your wrists from her grip, and her fingers curled around the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down slowly, as though savoring the moment.

Her eyes darkened when she saw you—your waxed, glistening pussy on full display for her. The need radiating from your body was obvious, and she spread your legs wider, her hot breath ghosting over your inner thighs as she placed gentle kisses on the sensitive skin there. Each touch of her lips sent a shiver down your spine, your hands fisting the sheets as you bit back a whimper.

But when she didn’t move closer, your desperation spilled over.

“Please, Emily,” you gasped, your voice hoarse with need. “I need you. I need your mouth on me. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

She paused for just a moment, her smirk widening as her eyes flickered up to meet yours. “That’s better,” she murmured before finally giving in.

Her tongue swiped through your slick folds, a slow, deliberate motion that had your whole body arching off the bed. A satisfied hum escaped her lips as she tasted you, her eyes still locked on yours, watching your every reaction.

Your hands flew to her hair, tangling in the dark strands as she found a rhythm, her tongue flicking against your clit with a steady precision that had you teetering on the edge of an orgasm within minutes.

“Fuck—Emily, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you gasped, your voice breathless as the pressure built inside you, your hips bucking against her face.

Just as you were about to tip over the edge, she pulled away. A frustrated whine escaped your lips as your orgasm slipped away, leaving you desperate and aching.

“Emily, please,” you pleaded, your voice trembling.

She didn’t respond with words, but instead crawled back up your body, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. Your legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer, and you moaned into her mouth as you tasted yourself on her tongue.

When her body pressed fully against yours, skin on skin, the sensation made you dizzy with need. But this time, it was your turn. With a swift movement, you flipped her onto her back, kissing your way down her body with equal intensity.

You stopped at her thighs, your hands gripping them firmly as you spread her legs. Emily’s pussy was soft and flushed, with a small tuft of dark hair, and the sight made your mouth water. You leaned in, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, relishing the way her breath hitched in anticipation.

“God, Y/N,” she breathed, her voice low and desperate. “Please... please... I need you to make me come.”

Her pleas sent a thrill through you, and without another word, you lowered your mouth to her. Your tongue flicked out, tasting her for the first time, and the soft moan she let out in response made you smile against her.

You licked a slow, deliberate path up her folds, then flicked your tongue against her clit, and her body jerked in response. Her hands flew to her breasts, squeezing them as she let out a series of breathless moans.

“Yes—fuck, just like that,” she panted, her head rolling back onto the pillow, her eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”

You were more than happy to oblige, your tongue working her steadily as her moans grew louder and more desperate. You sucked lightly on her clit, alternating between gentle flicks and firm strokes, and soon enough, her whole body was trembling beneath you.

“Y/N—oh my God, I’m gonna come—” she gasped, her voice breaking with the intensity of her need.

With a final, skilled flick of your tongue, you sent her over the edge. Emily’s entire body tensed, her back arching off the bed as she cried out your name, her hands fisting the sheets as she came hard against your mouth.

You didn’t stop until she was fully spent, her body trembling and her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Only then did you pull away, a satisfied grin on your face as you wiped your mouth.

Before you could move, Emily grabbed you, pulling you up to her and crashing her lips against yours. The taste of her arousal on your tongue made her moan softly, her hands cupping your face as she kissed you with a renewed hunger.

But you were still aching for release, and she knew it. Without breaking the kiss, she slid her hand between your bodies, her fingers dipping between your folds, slick with arousal.

“Now it’s your turn,” she whispered against your lips, her fingers teasing your entrance.

You shuddered, bucking your hips against her hand, desperate for the release she was about to give you.

don’t forget to like, reblog, comment, or anything really <3

Mother's Instinct

Summary: Emily knows you too well. After all, you are her daughter. Or the one where your mom gives you advice and one where you healed something inside her. Genre: Fluff/Comfort Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Daughter!Reader, Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau (JJ is only mentioned in this fic) Warnings: mention of (Emily's) teenage pregnancy Word count: 3.5K+

A/N:

This is basically a fix-it fic of my life lmao. My mommy issues were at it today so instead of being a grown up and talking to my own mother, I wrote Emily as mine to comfort me. It be like that sometimes. It's normal!

All likes, reblogs, and comments are encouraged and welcome! <3

AO3

You didn’t qualify for the varsity volleyball team of your school. It was devastating because you worked hard in the past year improving your skills and physique just to get in the team. But it seemed like it still wasn’t enough.

The bus dropped you off at home. You opened the door and your mom was already waiting for you in the living room. Emily immediately noticed your red, puffy eyes and your somber demeanor and rushed over to you from the couch.

“Hey, sweetheart. What happened?” Emily said, pulling you in a tight hug. Her mother’s instincts quickly kicked in and all she wanted was to protect you from whatever it was that made you cry.

“I-I’m fine, mom. Just tired.” You answered, voice barely above a whisper.

She gave you a sympathetic look and tilted your chin up to look at her. The sight of you, clearly in distress, broke her heart. “I’m not an idiot, sweetheart. Did something happen at school?”

When you didn’t answer, she tried again, “Sweetheart, it’s okay. You can tell me anything.” Emily didn’t let you go. Her hand rested on the back of your head, gently stroking your hair. “I won’t judge you. I’m your mom.”

You pulled away from the hug to look her in the eyes. “I didn’t get in the volleyball line up.” You said quietly, almost on the verge of tears again.

A small gasp escaped Emily’s lips. She knew how much you loved the sport and how much you practiced the past year just to get into the varsity team. Emily even asked JJ for a favor to help you practice during the weekends that they’re not called for work and JJ was more than happy to spend those times with you.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” Emily pulled you back into her arms. “It’s hard being dealt with a bad hand, but it’s what you do after that defines you. You love volleyball, and I’m not taking away how upset you are, but you have to pick yourself up. You can look back at your old plays, see where you can improve. I know you’re determined and you’ll get there, okay?”

You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around your mother’s waist, burying your head on her chest.

After a few moments of quiet, just holding you, she spoke again, “How about a movie day to make you feel a bit better, yeah?”

“Okay.”

Emily took your hand and led you over to the sofa. “You go choose a movie and I’ll get some popcorn and soda, alright?”

“Thank you, mom.”

She gave you a reassuring smile and squeezed your shoulders. “Of course, sweetheart. You’re my daughter. I’ll always be here for you no matter what.”

You looked up at her. “You don’t have work today?”

Emily shook her head. “I took the day off. I wanted to spend the day with my favorite daughter.”

“Mom, I’m your only daughter.”

“That’s why you’re my favorite.” She let out a laugh, sticking her tongue out at you. “Alright, I’ll get the snacks then we can watch a film.”

Emily went to the kitchen for a few minutes then returned carrying a big bowl of popcorn and sodas in her arms. She settled down next to you.

The movie soon was playing on the TV, and she placed her arm around you as she handed the can of soda she opened for you.

“Thank you.” You turned to look at her. “You’re the best mom in the world.”

Emily couldn’t help the fond smile on her face, holding you tighter as she spoke jokingly, “Stop it. You’re going to make me cry.” She kissed the top of your head.

You smiled back. “Where’s your girlfriend? JJ didn’t take the day off?”

“No, she had to go to work today. I’m all yours for the entire day today.”

“Okay. I’m not complaining.”

“I’m glad you’re not complaining.” She then glanced at the movie starting. “Now, eyes on the movie.”

The two of you continued to sit and watch the film, eating popcorn.

Half way through, she noticed a small look on your face. “Everything okay, sweetheart?” She asked gently, a small hint of concern in her voice.

“Yeah, everything’s fine.” You answered almost too quickly.

Emily let out a soft sigh. “Sweetheart, I can tell when you’re keeping something from me.”

“It’s nothing, mom.”

Emily nodded but she wasn’t convinced at all. She knew there was something on your mind but decided not to press it further. After all, she didn’t want to argue on the whole day that she got to spend with you.

Instead, she put her arm around you again, holding you against her in a loose hug as you continued to watch the movie.

The movie continued, but she still couldn’t help but notice the look on your face. It was as if there was something you wanted to say but didn’t.

Finally, after a couple more moments of internal debate, Emily spoke again, “You know you can talk to me if there’s something bothering you, right?”

“I know that, mom.”

“So if there’s something on your mind, you can tell me. I won’t judge you, sweetheart.” Emily held you a little tighter in her arms, as much as it was a simple embrace, it was also a silent show of support.

You let out a deep sigh. “I just feel a little insecure about my skills. That’s all.”

She gave you a gentle squeeze, a sympathetic look on her face. “Oh, sweetheart, I know how much you love volleyball.” Emily took a moment before gently tilting your chin up to look at her. “You know even the most talented players doubted themselves at one point. It’s okay to feel insecure about your skills, but you can’t let it pull you down, okay? Not when you’re so passionate about it, yeah?”

Your eyes glistened as you looked up at her. You didn’t fully get it, how your mother was not disappointed in you at all. Instead, she even encouraged and supported you more.

“Thank you, mom.” You replied. “I’ll probably try again next year.”

Emily smiled proudly, gently ruffling your hair, a habit that she’d had since you were little. “There’s my girl.”

You flashed a grateful smile and she smiled right back at you, continuing to play with your hair, something that always used to soothe you when you were a child.

“You know I love you and I’m always going to be here for you, right?”

You nodded. “I love you too.”

Emily pressed another kiss on the side of your head. She then paused for a moment, studying your face, the anxiety about volleyball still lingering in your eyes, and for a moment, she thought she knew exactly what had been bugging you. But she pushed the thought away. She was probably overthinking it now.

She put her focus back on the movie instead.

The movie continued to play, but while your focus was on the screen, her mind was elsewhere. It was as though her motherly instinct had been triggered. She could always tell when something was on your mind, and even though she had done her best to reassure you and make you feel better, she couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to your insecurities than just volleyball. There was something else behind your eyes that you weren’t saying.

Emily was unable to help herself so she spoke, cutting through the silence of the movie. “Sweetheart?”

“Yeah?” You said, still focused on the screen.

Emily paused for a moment, wanting to choose her words carefully. The last thing she wanted was to upset you. “I don’t mean to press or be annoying, but … is there something else bothering you? Other than volleyball, I mean…”

You turned to her, curiosity in your eyes. “How can you tell?”

She took a deep breath. “You said you were worried about volleyball, then when I said you’ll get there, there was still something behind your eyes. As if it wasn’t the whole reason you were feeling the way you do. I know when you’re hiding something from me, sweetheart. We both know you can’t lie to me, even when you think you can.”

You let out a soft sigh, then chuckled lightly. “Are you profiling me now, mom?”

Emily let out an amused laugh. She wasn’t expecting that response, but she probably should have. After all, where would you get your smartass quality if not from her?

Emily met your gaze, a gentle look on her face. “I guess, I am. And right now, you’re not telling me the entire truth.”

You rolled your eyes but there was no real annoyance behind it. “I guess you’re really good at your job.”

“And I guess you’re terrible at lying.”

“This other girl got in the team.” You admitted sadly.

“Was she good?”

“Yes, and I swear I-I’m not jealous she got the spot or anything… I just…”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. She was hesitant at first but the way your cheeks turned red was a dead giveaway. “You like her, don’t you?”

“I… uhm…” You stammered, looking at the floor.

A small smile appeared on Emily’s face. “That wasn’t a no.” 

You started picking on your nails, a habit that you clearly inherited from your mother. Emily quickly held your hand. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m not angry or anything. I’m just curious. So… you like this girl?”

“Y-yes,” you said, biting your lip nervously.

A soft smile appeared on her face. She could tell you were embarrassed, and hoped she wasn’t making the situation worse. But she couldn’t help but want to push the conversation further. “This is the first girl you’ve ever liked, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.”

“And just how much do you like this girl, sweetheart?”

You shrugged, pouting. “I don’t know… she… I sometimes feel like I’m about to throw up because my stomach feels funny when I’m around her. It’s … embarrassing, mom.”

Emily chuckled, squeezing your shoulder. “So you get butterflies when you’re with her.”

“I guess.” You sighed in defeat. “I just… I wanted to play for the team… with her, you know.”

“Are you sure it’s just about playing volleyball with her, sweetheart? Because you know, you can probably still do that with her, with or without you on the team.”

You thought about it for a minute, eyes staring at the movie but your focus was on your mom’s question. She waited for you to answer. After a moment of contemplation, you finally said, “I think… I want her to be… my friend… but also… more than that. I don’t know…”

She smiled warmly at the shy look on your face. “Sweetheart, it’s perfectly natural to like someone, especially at your age. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

You turned to your mother, a serious and curious look on your face. “Can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.” Emily smiled warmly at you.

“How did you know…? I mean, with JJ, how did you know?”

Emily chuckled, silently surprised that you’re asking about her own relationship. “Well, you know, JJ and I have known each other for almost five years now, right?”

“Yeah, you work together.”

“That’s right. And before we got together, JJ and I were colleagues. Eventually, she became someone I trusted and became a dear friend.” When she saw you nod, she continued, “Slowly, over time, that friendship turned into something more. We developed a love that  was deeper than we ever thought possible.”

“How did you know she was more than just a friend, mom?”

“At the time, there was a guy that liked JJ. He was kind and a nice guy, but his accent was just terrible.” Emily chuckled at the memory of Will Lamontagne Jr. “Anyway, that’s not the point. I knew she was more than just a friend to me when I was worried I’m going to lose her… to him.”

You smirked at her. “So you were jealous?”

Emily glared at you. “You will never tell JJ, got it?” You zipped your mouth. “But I was.”

“Was it weird? Going from friends to… girlfriends?”

She smiled at the question, then laughed softly to herself, remembering how scared she was to make the leap in the first place. “Sweetheart, more than weird, I was terrified. I was so scared it would ruin our friendship, that I’m about to lose my best friend because of these feelings I have for her.”

You were more amused by your mother’s confession now than the movie. You took the bowl of popcorn in your arms and started listening intently. The movie was completely forgotten and was now just a background noise.

“Then, how did it happen?” You asked curiously.

“After the case in New Orleans, I couldn’t wait one more day without telling her. When we flew back home, I immediately went home to you. JJ wanted to see you as well so she went home with me. You were twelve at the time and I told JJ you’re too old for legos but she brought you a set, anyway. Remember that?”

You beamed at the memory. “Yeah, it was a whole big box of them. I was so excited.”

“It was that night, when you were in your room and building your little lego castle, that I told her about my feelings. And luckily, it turned out that she had felt the same way I had, for just as long as I had, and she was just as terrified about telling me.”

You gulped down the rest of your soda and let out a small burp before asking, “And… uh, she didn’t mind? That… you have me?”

Emily smiled, knowing exactly what you meant to ask. She placed a hand on your knee, her voice soft and laced with sincerity. “No, sweetheart, she didn’t mind that I have a daughter nor that I am a mother. In fact, having you actually made us closer. And before you ask, JJ and I being girlfriends, didn’t affect the way she treated you. JJ loves you very much.”

You nodded in understanding.

“But sweetheart, I’m curious, why were you suddenly asking about that? Is there any particular reason?”

You shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. “I don’t know. Some of my friends have divorced parents and they said that… sometimes their parent’s partners didn’t like them… having kids.” A slight grimace appeared on your face.

“Oh, sweetheart, come here.” You scooted closer to her. She wrapped an arm on your shoulder. “Any person that a parent might be dating and treats their kid differently or badly just because they exist is an idiot, alright?”

“I just…” You fidgeted on the empty soda can on your hand. “I don’t want JJ to feel uncomfortable since you love her.”

Emily’s protective nature took over. “I want you to listen to me very carefully, okay?” She said, her voice gentle yet firm and stern. “I am a hundred percent sure that JJ does not mind the fact that I have you, and I can guarantee that she will not love me or treat me differently just because I am a mother. Do you understand, sweetheart?”

You swallowed thickly. “Yes, mom.”

She patted your knee. “Good. Because I have no doubts about how JJ feels about us and you, okay? I would never ever bring someone in our lives that would harm us or keep us apart. So you don’t have to worry about anything, alright?”

“I trust you, mom. And JJ too.”

“All of that being said… and I know it’s not my business, but I am going to ask you anyway, what are you worried about if you tell this girl that you like her?”

You scoffed. “I might faint?”

Emily couldn’t contain her laughter at your answer. “While that is a pretty accurate reaction to telling someone that you like them, it’s not what I meant.” She chuckled again, before continuing, her voice soft and encouraging. “I meant… what are you worried will happen if this girl knows you like her?”

“I’m scared she might reject me.”

Emily took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “It’s normal to be scared of the possibility of rejection, sweetheart, but if she means a lot to you, then confessing your feelings for her is worth it no matter what the outcome will be.”

You squeezed her hand back, smiling in reassurance. “I’ll think about it, mom.”

“That’s a good girl.” She patted your knee. “And sweetheart, promise me that, no matter what happens, be it a good response or a bad one, that you’ll come and talk to me, okay?”

“Of course, mom. You’re my best friend.” 

Emily was caught off guard when you quickly launched yourself to give her a hug. After a few seconds, she returned the hug, wrapping her arms protectively and lovingly around you and held you close. “What’s this for?”

“For being the best mom.”

She smiled fondly at the compliment, holding the hug for a little while longer.

“So…” She gently stroked your hair as you pulled back from the hug. “Since I’ve given you some good advice to think about, is there anything else you’d like to ask me, sweetheart?”

You hesitated for a moment, but you knew your mom could read you so well and there was no use keeping it to yourself. “D-did you ever… regret… having me?”

Emily was taken aback by your question, as it was the last thing she’d expect you to ask. “Sweetheart, look at me. I promise you… I have never, and never will, regret anything about having you. You are the best thing that ever happened to me. And even to JJ.” She said in a soft but firm tone, making sure you looked and believed every word she said.

“It’s just… I’m fifteen now. It was the same age you had me. You were so young. I can’t… I can’t imagine what that must be like for you.”

“Yes, I had you young. It was unexpected. But you, my darling girl, are the best thing that ever happened to me.” She reassured you, stroking your cheek gently.

You frowned a little. “Even when the sperm donor - I refuse to call him a father - didn’t want anything to do with you or me?”

Emily chuckled, slightly annoyed just knowing you would even mention the ‘sperm donor’ and his selfishness. “Sweetheart, the moment I found out I was pregnant, the sperm donor no longer had a say in anything. Not to me or to you. He was a cowardly loser. But you, sweetheart, were everything.”

“I hope I don’t remind you of him.” You gave a small pout.

“How could you, sweetheart? You do not remind me of him in any way and never will. You are the product of my blood and my love. Every bit of you is me.”

Your heart could explode from the overwhelming love of your mom that you felt a little stupid for even thinking she’d be reminded of some loser in her past. “Everything I am is from you.. and everything I will be is because I have you as my mom.” You told her lovingly.

Emily smiled, touched by the statement and feeling overwhelmed with the love she had for you.

“You’re good at this, at being my mom. I hope you know that,” you added.

She was moved by your words, it was hitting her heart hard as well. She held your face gently in her hands, looking into your eyes. “And I hope you know, despite how unconventional or unexpected it all was, being your mom was one of the best things that ever happened to me.” Emily swallowed the lump in her throat before continuing, “I may not have been the best mom at fifteen, but the first time I saw you and held you and knew that you were mine, I loved you more than anything.”

“You did the best you could.”

“Thank you, sweetheart. I tried my best, but I know I could’ve done so much more back then. I should've been a better mother to you from the start.”

“You were just a kid too.”

“You’re right. A fifteen-year-old kid who got pregnant unexpectedly.”

“And I’m fifteen now and I can’t imagine that happening to me so… whatever you did wrong or could have done better, all is forgiven, mom.” You squeezed her hand reassuringly. “And you’re the best mother now.”

Emily pursed her lips, trying not to let the tears burst. She didn’t even know how she badly needed to hear you say those words. And how it felt like something inside her was now healed. How did she get so lucky to have such an understanding and mature kid?

She held you close, kissing the top of your head. Emily felt even more grateful and proud to have you in her life. “Thank you, sweetheart. I love you with my whole heart.”

“I love you too, mom.”

Hii! Could you write something about reader being JJ’s teenage daughter and is in a school shooting. Just for some dramatics and more hurt, she gets shot in the shoulder when she tries to help her friend who’s already shot. (Lots and lots of hurt and then comfort pretty pleeeease <3)

Hey, anon! This is my first time writing something like this, so I hope it's what you're looking for! 💖 –illdowhatiwantthanks

Fight or Flight

Jennifer Jareau x daughter!reader Warnings: HUGE BIG WARNINGS for gun violence, school/active shooter situation, descriptions of injuries/blood, general anxiety/trauma/fear, hurt/comfort (please let me know if I've left something out!) Word count: 2.1k

Summary: You're in the cafeteria, when another student opens fire. When your friend is injured, you have to decide whether to take your mom's advice–"GET OUT"–or stay to keep your friend safe.

You didn’t know it could be so quiet and so loud at the same time. The blood pounding in your ears drowning out everything else so that each scream, each squeak of a tennis shoe against the cafeteria tile, each gunshot, is muffled.

You can’t tell who has the gun, can’t tell where the shots are coming from. The moment you heard the first shot, you were scrambling under the table, so fast, so frantic that you slammed your head on the seat going down and felt blood start to drip down past your brow bone.

You couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t settle your eyes anywhere–the whole room just a blur of sound and color. Shaking, you turned to your right to squeeze further under the table and noticed your best friend, Colin, gasping beside you, blood spurting from his lower leg.

He was crying–that was all you could focus on at first. Not the blood, not the sound, not the chaos around you. It was Colin, crying.

You crawled over to him, pressing your hands against the wound and pushing down the bile that rose in your throat at how warm it was. You wanted to say something, wanted to tell him it was going to be okay, or that you were there for him, but you couldn’t manage anything at all. Couldn’t cry or scream or speak or anything. But you met his teary eyes and knew that he knew you weren’t going to leave him.

Your hands weren’t doing much to stop the blood, and the growing pool scared you. You wanted your mom and dad, you needed your mom and dad. Surely, they would have been contacted by now? Surely, the BAU was on their way? This was the kind of thing your mom would get called in for.

The sounds of the bullets grew fainter–the shooter was moving away from the cafeteria. Leaving one hand pressed against Colin’s leg and using the other to pull your phone from your back pocket, you tried to text your mom:

There’s a shooter. Colin shot in leg. So much blood. What to do? I love you

Your mom texted back immediately, and you’d never been more relieved that your go-to was to have your phone on silent for texting during class. Your mom got so mad at you for it. Wanted you to keep it in your locker. Maybe not anymore.

CAN YOU GET OUT??

You sighed, blood seeping through your fingers as tears streamed down Colin’s cheeks.

No bc Colin.

He will be ok. If you can run, RUN. Local police is there. BAU on the way. 

You stared at the text, trying to ignore the pained screams of other students around you, the frantic footsteps of those trying to flee the building. It could be you. You could flee the building. But Colin couldn’t. And you couldn’t leave him, you just couldn’t. It wasn’t who you were. So even though you knew your mom would kill you later, you sent the text anyway:

No. Staying with Colin. He’s bleeding bad. What do I do?

The three dots seemed to last forever. You were sure she was going to yell at you, berate you, order you out of the building. Instead:

Take your hoodie off and wrap it around his leg. 2-3 inches above the wound. Tight as you can.

Then play dead. DO NOT MOVE until police say so. And follow their directions exactly.

You did as she said, using your body weight to pull the hoodie tight around Colin’s leg. You shoved his sleeve into his mouth when he screamed, but it was too late.

Lost in the texts, lost in taking care of Colin, you hadn’t noticed the students running back this way, the gunshots growing louder again. And all of a sudden, a searing, tearing pain shot through your shoulder, and it exploded into a bloody mess. When you saw bone, you thought you might vomit, but every other thought in your head disappeared as a pair of tattered Converse stopped in front of you and Colin. You could see the long end of the rifle trailing at his shins.

You jumped a little when he bent down to look at you, and in that moment you were sure you were going to die. And you wished you’d texted your dad, too, wondered if it would haunt him that you hadn’t. You wished you’d listened a little closer this morning when Henry told you about his latest comic book. Wished that you hadn’t been so quick to wipe the spittle from Michael’s sloppy kiss off your cheek. Wished that you hadn’t gotten on the bus this morning pissed at your mom because she wouldn’t let you go to the beach with your friends this summer. You almost wished you’d done what she said–that’d you’d run–but you’d never have been able to forgive yourself for leaving Colin.

The biggest surprise of all: you recognized the shooter’s face. It was Daniel. From band. Seventh chair trombone. Greasy hair. Pimply face. Even quieter than you. He always wore AC/DC t-shirts. You weren’t friends exactly, but you said hi to him when it was appropriate. You knew he didn’t really have any friends, tried to be nice to him, but you didn’t have much in common, didn’t know what to talk to him about.

“Ugh. Jareau,” he said, as if he was disappointed to see you. “You could’ve left, you know?”

You were shaking so bad your vision was nearly blurry, and your voice felt thick in your throat, like syrup.

“H-hey, Daniel,” you whispered, trembling.

You watched him pull a box of bullets out of his sweatshirt pocket, and open up the gun to reload it. You could run. You could run now. But if you did… well, you couldn’t leave Colin. And you could try to get the gun away from him, but he seemed too alert right now. And the fact of the matter was, Daniel was bigger and stronger than you.

“Honestly, Y/N? Kind of wish you weren’t here. You were kind of nice sometimes.”

“Y-you don’t have to do this,” you told him, inching forward a bit, trying to get close enough to the gun that you could wrest it from his grasp.

“Well, I mean, there’s not really any going back at this point, you know?” he said, clicking the gun back into place and cocking it.

You were frantic now, head spinning. “Wait!” you stuttered. “My m-mom. She’s an FBI agent. She can get you out of here. A-alive.”

You were so close. So close to being able to grab the gun. You turned slightly so that your good arm was closest to Daniel and thanked the universe it was your non-dominant arm that had been hit.

“Hmm,” Daniel said, and you could tell he was faking it. That he was being sarcastic. “Yeah, somehow, I don’t believe you.”

And it was then, as he moved to put the extra ammunition back in his pocket, when his grip would be the least firm, that you lunged forward to grab the gun. You tried your best to keep it pointed to the floor, so that if he pulled the trigger, it’d hit your lower extremities or, better yet, nothing at all. You were scared. You were so, so scared. You didn’t think you’d ever been so scared. Daniel was bigger than you. He was stronger.

But he didn’t have two law enforcement agents as parents. Parents that had put you in self-defense and martial arts classes from the time you could walk. Parents that had taught you how to handle a gun by your tenth birthday.

You kneed Daniel in the groin as hard as you could then, hands shaking, wrestled the gun out of his grip, holding it with ease–or as much ease as you could manage given the circumstances and the searing, throbbing pain in your shoulder–and turning it on Daniel.

You scrambled to your feet, chest heaving, and tried to channel your mom. What would she do? How would she make sure she didn’t lose control of the situation?

Your voice shook, even as you tried to be forceful, assured.

“Get on your knees!” you yelled, pointing the gun at him. “Put your hands behind your head!”

Daniel laughed, and it unnerved you. It scared you.

“Damn, Jareau,” he chuckled. “Didn’t see this coming.”

But you were both caught off-guard by the cafeteria doors slamming open and a flood of armed and armored officers storming through the doors. But their guns weren’t trained on Daniel. They were pointing at you.

“FBI!” they shouted. “On the ground! On the ground!”

You weren’t sure how to put your hands up without moving the gun, and you were afraid if you moved the gun, they’d shoot you. Your knees shook, and you were terrified you were going to fall down.

“Hold your fire!” And this time, your knees really did buckle. You knew that voice.

Your mom shot through the line of arm red officers, sprinting toward you and shoving her gun back into its holster.

“She’s not the shooter!” your mom yelled.

“It’s him,” you called weakly, pointing at Daniel who sat slumped next to you.

“She’s my daughter!” And this time, her voice broke. She collided with you, wrapping you so tightly in her arms, holding you up as all the tears you hadn’t been able to cry came pouring out of you. She had never felt so solid, so warm, so safe. Your mom. You wanted your mom, you needed your mom, and she was here.

“Take it,” you sobbed, shoving the gun away from you toward the other officers, who cuffed Daniel. “Please, take it.”

Your mom ripped off her bulletproof vest to hold you closer to her chest, rocking you on her lap. And she smelled like home. She smelled like the lavender shampoo that you both used, like baby food, like mom.

“I’m here, honey,” she said, pressing kisses into your head and examining your body. “I’m right here. You’re safe. You did so good.”

As paramedics moved in, you waved one down and pointed to Colin, who shook on the floor next to you. “Please!” you cried, sucking in shaky breaths. “My friend needs help!”

“You need help, too, honey,” your mom said, gently, brushing hair off your shoulder to examine the bullet wound. “You think you can stand and walk?”

You nodded, thankful for your mom’s steadiness, her strength, and she wrapped her arms around your body and heaved you to your feet. The rest of her team–your BAU family–stood at a distance, watching, and you knew you’d thank them later, that they’d hug you. Bring you food. Make sure you felt safe again. But you didn’t know how you’d ever feel safe again.

In the ambulance (they let you and your mom ride to the hospital with Colin), you leaned against your mom and she held you tight, so tight, as if she’d never let you go again.

You’d stopped crying for a bit, but the tears started streaming all over again a few minutes later.

“Hey,” your mom cooed, rubbing your good shoulder. “It’s gonna be okay.”

“I’m so sorry, Mom,” you cried, shaking.

“Oh, sweetheart.” She turned your head toward her, so that you had to look her in the eye. “Sorry for what?”

“You told me to run, and I didn’t. And–and I was mad at you this morning! I’m so sorry. I was so scared and I thought… I thought I might not get to tell you I love you.”

If you’d looked up, you would have seen your mom blink away tears. You would have seen her struggle to keep her composure, seen her face scrunch up as she pressed her lips to the top of your head.

“Y/N,” she said. “You don’t need to be sorry. Honey, I’m so proud of you. What you did today? Baby, that was brave. You were so, so brave. You saved Colin’s life. I never thought I could be angry and proud at the same time, but here we are.”

You both laughed a little and sniffed.

“I love you, Mom,” you whispered, burying your face in her.

She pulled you even closer into her, wrapping you in her arms, and you knew that no matter what–no matter what happened, no matter how scary things got–she would keep you safe. She would never let you go again.

“I love you too, honey. I love you so much.” And you could feel her tears drip down onto your head, feel them washing away the blood.

god i love this, all their thoughtful gifts omg, sobbing

The Butternut Squash (The Surprise, Part 19)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: pregnancy times, mentions of female anatomy/breastfeeding, explicit language (let me know if I missed anything!) Word count: 2.2k

Summary: You and Emily don't really need a baby shower, but you do need help getting the nursery ready, so the whole BAU comes over one Saturday to help out.

Week 29: The Butternut Squash

You had insisted on no gifts. You and Emily had plenty of money. You didn’t need a registry, and you didn’t need a baby shower. What you did need was help getting the nursery decorated and set up. So Emily–fresh off a 4-day case–had invited the entire BAU over to help prep the nursery on a rare, free Saturday.

“Emily,” you complained that Friday morning when she came home. “I won’t even have time to make food!”

“You don’t need time to make food,” she chastised, wrapping her arms around you from behind and resting her chin on your shoulder. “Because we’re just gonna have it delivered.”

You scoffed. “I always cook, Em. It’s my whole thing!”

She turned you around and grasped your face in her hands, kissing the tip of your nose, then moving to your lips. You huffed impatiently, even as your stomach erupted in butterflies (and maybe a few kicks from the baby) when Emily kissed you. “Okay, well, right now your whole thing is being seven months pregnant, so…”

“I could at least make cookies…” you grumbled. “If you get me chocolate chips from the store?”

Emily raised her eyebrows at you, but smiled lightly. “Will it make you happy?”

“Mmhm,” you confirmed, turning on the charm and your very best puppy dog eyes.

She sighed and rolled her eyes, kissing you one more time for good measure and grabbing her keys from the counter. “I can’t say no to you when you look at me like that.”

“Thank you, my love!” you called after her, a little too giddy with your grocery store victory.

“Yeah, yeah…” she muttered, shutting the door, but you knew she was smiling behind it.

But, now, here you were. Saturday, mid-morning. A plate of fresh-baked, homemade brown butter chocolate chip cookies on a plate on the coffee table… along with gifts from every single member of the BAU. Despite insisting they not bring any.

Hotch sat in the living room with you, playing Mario Kart on the Switch with Dave and Jack. Penelope gossiped with you on the couch. Meanwhile, Emily was running operations in the nursery, and every so often you could hear her ordering Derek and Spencer around. It made you giggle. JJ squeezed your shoulder, hovering back and forth between rooms.

“You need anything, Y/N?” she asked.

“I’m okay,” you assured her. “Thanks, JJ. Just… make sure Emily doesn’t get too bossy.”

JJ laughed. “Oh, I’m not sure anyone can do that.”

“Can we do gifts now? I think we should do gifts! Open mine, Y/N!” Penelope insisted, patting the spot next to her on the couch for JJ and handing you a glittery gift bag. You should’ve known they wouldn’t listen when you’d said not to bring gifts. You would’ve done the same thing. They were your family, after all.

You pulled out the tissue paper to reveal several tiny baby onesies in bright colors with adorable designs and sayings. Happy Camper. Silly Little Bear. Even one with tiny dinosaurs all over that said Babysaurus. Your heart felt like it might burst thinking about how cute your little one was going to look in these.

“Penelope, these are so cute!” You wrapped her in a hug. “I’m gonna send you so many pictures of her in these!”

“I know you guys are waiting to find out the gender, so I tried to pick ones that were gender neutral. Although, I mean I guess technically every outfit is gender neutral or… should be, or–”

You stopped her before she spiraled. “They’re perfect."

Before you knew it, Jack was pressed up against you, shoving another gift bag into your hands.

“Open ours, Aunt Y/N!”

You wrapped an arm around him and gave him a squeeze. “Thanks, buddy. I can’t wait to see what it is!”

You pulled out the most adorable stuffed gray wolf, soft as velvet, complete with two little pointy felt teeth sticking out.

“Oh, Jack, it’s perfect!”

“His name is Wolfie,” Jack told you, snatching the toy back.

“Jack,” Hotch scolded. “Remember, that’s for Aunt Emily and Aunt Y/N’s baby. It’s not yours.”

Hotch looked at you apologetically, and you shook your head to let him know it wasn’t a big deal.

“I made you this picture, too,” Jack said, handing you a crumpled piece of paper. You smoothed it out to find stick figures of you and Emily. He’d drawn your belly as a big circle, with a tiny swaddled baby inside of it. You grinned.

“Now, this is art, Jack. This is going right on the fridge.”

“This is you,” he said, pointing. “And this is Aunt Emily. And this is the baby inside your tummy.”

Speaking of the baby, she was incredibly active right now. Almost as if she, too, was happy to be with her BAU family.

“You want to feel her kick?” you asked Jack, and he nodded. You grasped his hand in yours and pressed it over your baby bump, estimating at the last place she’d kicked. Jack screeched when he felt her kick his hand, jumping on his tiptoes.

“Oh my gosh!” he squealed. “Oh my gosh! Daddy, there’s an alive baby in there!”

Hotch smiled at you. He was such a good dad. A good team leader. A good friend to you and Emily.

“After she’s born, Jack, you’ll have to come over and hold her,” you told him, but he was already gone, distracted the Switch.

“Aw, crap,” Dave exclaimed as Hotch hit him with a red shell. Hotch chuckled. “Y/N, go ahead and open up mine,” Dave said. “I’ve already lost this race. It’s the one with the silver paper.”

Penelope grabbed the gift for you, since your arms wouldn’t quite reach all the way to the coffee table. You ripped off the paper to reveal a box set that read, “Ciao Pasta Bistro.” It included a tiny little metal stock pot and colander, little ladles, and soft felt pasta shapes–bowties and raviolis and elbow noodles and shells.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, looking it over. Penelope and JJ leaned next to you to get a closer look. “This is freaking adorable.”

“The little meatball’s gonna know her pasta shapes if Uncle Dave has anything to say about it!” Dave called, cheering as he zoomed past Hotch with Star Power.

“Thank you so much, Dave,” you said, and you really meant it. They were such thoughtful gifts, so particular to each of them. You couldn't wait to show the baby, to let her get to know her BAU family, too.

JJ waited until everyone was distracted and Penelope had been dragged into Mario Kart (“Okay, but I’ll win! They don’t call me a tech goddess for nothing!”) to give you her gift. She sat next to you and pulled a bag from underneath the coffee table.

“These are more for you than for the baby,” JJ explained. “But if your pregnancy is anything like mine, you’ll get plenty of baby gifts, but not a whole lot of mom gifts.”

“That’s really thoughtful of you, JJ.” You squeezed her hand.

She pulled things out one by one, displaying them discreetly and explaining their purpose. “Listen, your nipples will hurt so bad. So bad. Just telling it like it is. So…” She held up a plastic tube. “Nipple cream. This one was my favorite. Also, silver nursing cups. I can’t explain why the silver makes them less sore, but it does.”

You nodded, feeling both overwhelmed and extremely grateful. “It’s basic, but there’s also a food delivery gift card in here. I know you love to cook, but I promise you’re not gonna feel like it for a while after giving birth.”

“JJ, I don’t know what to say. This is so nice.”

She held up a finger to stop you. “Last gift.” She pointed to herself. “Me and Will. We’re happy to babysit. Often, if you like.” When she saw you start to protest, she said, “Look, Henry’s getting older, and I really miss baby snuggles. So it’s really no trouble at all.”

You felt like you might cry. It wasn’t that nobody paid attention to you or took care of you during your pregnancy. Emily took excellent care of you. It was just that JJ was right. Most people looked at the end of your pregnancy and the birth of the baby as the end of the hard part for the birthing parent. But you knew that wasn’t going to be the case. And JJ knew, too. You were so grateful for her friendship, for her support.

“Thank you so much, JJ,” you said quietly, pulling her in for a hug.

“Oh, are you opening gifts?” Spencer asked, entering the room and hovering quietly behind you.

“Yep!” you said, watching him retrieve a tidy package wrapped in newspapers and hand it to you. You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed. “Are you guys done with the nursery already!?”

Spencer chuckled. “Oh, no. Not even close. I just snuck out while Emily was yelling at Morgan.”

You shrugged and started tearing the paper. “That tracks.”

Inside Spencer’s package was a set of colorful board books with titles like Quantum Physics for Babies, General Relativity for Babies, and Rocket Science for Babies.

“Spencer, these are awesome!” you exclaimed, reaching out to squeeze his hand. “Baby Prentiss is gonna be a genius.”

“You know, that’s probably true,” Spencer observed, taking Penelope's place in front of the TV next to Jack. “Scientifically speaking, children inherit their intelligence from their mother, not their father. So no matter how intelligent or unintelligent the donor was, the baby will inherit your intellect. And you’re really smart, so it’s likely the baby will be, too.”

“Trust Reid to come with a prepped science lesson,” Emily said, poking her head around the corner.

You threw a balled-up piece of wrapping paper in Emily’s general direction. “Zip it, Em! I like hearing about what Spencer knows.”

“Nerd,” she muttered under her breath, coming up behind you to place her hands on your shoulders and kiss the top of your head. “You alright? You need anything?”

You squeezed her hand. “I need you... to stop being so mean to Derek.”

“Thank you!” Derek exclaimed, emerging from the hallway to shove Emily out of the way and plant a kiss on your cheek. “It’s nice to know someone around here cares about Uncle Derek.”

Emily shoved him back. “Yeah, well, I don’t want to have to tell the little butternut squash that you wussed out of painting his nursery one wall in.”

Derek grabbed one of the cookies from the coffee table and took a bite, momentarily closing his eyes in enjoyment. You smiled. This is why you loved cooking and baking.

“Listen, Prentiss,” he teased. “I’m taking a well-deserved break. You’re lucky I love your girl or I wouldn’t put up with this shit.”

“Ooh!” Jack squealed. “He said a bad word!”

Derek looked at Hotch apologetically, then reached down to grab the last unopened gift bag. 

“Here, mama,” he said, handing it to you. “Saved the best for last.”

You grinned at him, handing Emily the loose tissue paper as you opened the gift. Inside was a collection of soft toys that included a football, a whistle, and a little number one finger.

“Oh, man, are we gonna have a little football fan, Uncle Derek?” you asked, grinning cheekily.

“Not just any football fan,” he insisted. “There’s one more thing in there.”

You pulled out a tiny Chicago Bears onesie, complete with a number 34 on the back for Walter Payton.

“A Bears fan, huh?” you said, smiling from ear to ear.

“I figured since the little guy or gal’s gonna be born right as football season’s kicking off, he’ll spend a lot of time on the couch watching the games with Uncle Derek. And we gotta be decked out in our matching gear.”

“If you let us sleep, Morgan,” Emily said, squeezing his shoulder playfully. “You can indoctrinate my son into being a sports fan all you want.”

“Or daughter!” you protested, and the whole team laughed. By now, your faux-feud over the baby’s gender was well-known. They were even placing bets. It was about a 50/50 split.

“Alright, guys,” Emily said, clapping her hands together and rallying the troops. “One wall down, two walls to go. And one wall of wallpaper, but I don’t think that’ll take as long.”

JJ, Penelope, Hotch, and Dave stood to follow Emily to the nursery while Derek took a seat next to you. Spencer sat cross-legged on the floor with Jack, fully immersed in Mario Kart.

“Be there in a second, Emily,” he called. “We’re about to start Rainbow Road.”

You grinned, so glad to be surrounded by Emily’s family–her real family. Happy that you had people who were excited for you, people who took care of you, people who gave up their Saturday to help you get ready to welcome a new family member.

“Hey, Jack, add me and Derek in for the next round,” you said, lowering yourself gently onto the floor, Derek’s hand instinctively grasping yours to support you. “I play a mean Moo Moo Meadows.”

Devouring Desire

Not my gif. NSFW. MDNI. I’ll eventually put this on AO3. Smut. Just smutty smut.

She pulls you closer and encourages you to rest your forehead on her bare shoulder with a kiss to your temple. You sigh despite yourself. Her scent, the dim light of the corner she pulled you into, and the soothing rhythm of the music has lulled you into a state of pure contentment.

“Don’t get too comfy over there in that dark corner!” Morgan yelled over, catching Emily’s attention momentarily. She smirked, rolled her eyes, and playfully flipped him up. He shook his head laughing and swatted at the air in her direction before turning back to the group.

It was just supposed to be another casual night at Rossi’s mansion on the hill but after dinner, people quickly paired off. Alex and Reid. Morgan and Garcia. Luke and Lisa. Tara and JJ.

You and Emily. Oh, you and Emily.

Rossi’s outdoor patio and garden had always been spectacular but you had a sneaking suspicion that Garcia had coaxed him into letting her string fairy lights across the yard to the pool and down the pergola near the fence. Which was currently where you and Emily had found yourselves.

Emily’s arms wrapped possessively around your waist, hands sliding down to grip the sides of your hips as she lead you in an impromptu intimate sway. You ran your nose up along the length of her long, pale throat and inhaled deeply. Her signature jasmine and clove scent, which you have now begun to associate with safety, intimacy, and peace, filled your nostrils as you let out a heavy sigh.

“You okay, my sweet girl?”, she cooed into your ear as she ran a hand up your spine to cup the back of your neck gently.

“Mmhmm”, you mumbled before remembering she liked you using your words. “I absolutely am”.

Emily hummed pleasantly at that as you moved to drop chaste kisses along her throat where your nose had just been. She pulled your bodies impossibly closer as she brushed your hair to one side and gently started stroking circles along the nape of your neck.

You felt it was too needy to admit out loud but you wanted to be pressed against her always. You wanted your bodies to melt into one. You didn’t want to know where she stopped and you began. Never have you found a love like this. These thoughts in combination with Emily’s swaying and beyond gentle touches had you tearing up. You felt your face begin to flush at your embarrassment as you tried a few deep breaths to try and regulate yourself.

Emily must have felt you shudder against her throat because she pulled away slowly and inhaled sharply again at the sight of your tears.

“Oh baby…” she spoke softly, bringing up her hand to swipe a warm thumb across your cheekbones. She kissed the corners of your eyes, the rest of the world shut out as she focused solely on you. “Wha… oh, sweet girl, don’t cry, baby. How can I help? Hmm?”

You let out a self deprecating laugh at your less than sexy sniffle and looked up into her intense, dark eyes.

“I’m okay just…” you tilted your head as you thought. “I never imagined I would have this. Have… you.”

You dropped your gaze and brought your hands to her upper chest, playing with her small white gold dainty celestial padlock necklace that you had given her after a year of dating. Without knowing it, she had gotten you the corresponding key necklace in the same celestial fashion. You remember the words “disgustingly sweet” coming from Garcia’s mouth.

Emily’s expression softened even further at your confession. With one hand still securely wrapped around your hips, the other threaded through your thick, natural auburn curls reassuringly. She knew you well enough to know words were wind.

Holding the back of your head in place, she closed the small gasp between your lips tenderly. She explored your mouth for a few minutes, the two of you lost in each other, and bit down on your bottom lip gently as she pulled away smiling. Despite having seen it a hundred times, the sight of her beautiful smile always took your breath away.

Your chest heaved now as you watched Emily’s face flush slightly. Your hands caressed down her body, stopping underneath the swell of her heavy breasts. You raked your fingers against the underside of them, almost impatiently, as you looked up at her through your lashes.

It took her no time to understand the meaning of your gaze as she tugged you by your hips over to the darkened corner under the pergola. A loveseat had been dragged over by a mischievous Garcia earlier in the night under the guise of ‘making more room’. You allowed her to pull you onto her lap so your knees were on either side of her hips.

“Let me see how beautiful you are, hmm?” Emily said softy, racking her eyes over your body as you leaned back a bit away from her.

Your fingers played idly at the hem of her navy off the shoulder top before dipping underneath and skimming the soft skin of Emily’s waist. You loved that as she aged she filled out a bit more in the best of places. It gave you a comfort you didn’t know you needed.

“So lovely”, Emily muttered almost to herself as she used a hand to push your hair back behind your shoulders as you tried to clench your legs together.

She eyed your slightly protruding clavicle hungrily and ran her tongue over her bottom lip before sucking it in as you attempted to slip your hand under her linen pants. Her hand immediately caught your wrist and it made you internally smile.

“You’re awfully bold this evening,” Emily chuckled, never once did her eyes leave yours to look at the others around you but the darkness of this corner was not lost on her.

“I just want you so bad,” you said in a thick voice that was even a shock to you and Emily licked her lips. “I need your hand tightening on my throat, your teeth on my shoulder… I need…”

“What, my pretty girl?” Emily’s voice was barely a whisper now, the lust fully taking over.

“I need you inside of me more than-“, you whine quietly. “-more than I need to fucking breathe. Please?”

You could see the instant blowing of Emily’s pupils at this confession as she gripped your wrist a little tighter. You knew she wouldn’t outright take complete control of you in front of both your friends and colleagues so you sometimes pushed her boundaries a bit in public… and you paid for it at home.

“A desire so violent it seemed devouring…” the dark haired woman breathed out unevenly and so softly that you almost didn’t hear her over the noise of the rest of the team.

“Anaïs Nin.”

Emily hummed in approval while her eyes finally dragged from yours and scanned the outdoor space quickly, though you’re sure she had tracked their movements in her periphery. It had gotten late all of a sudden. Luke and Lisa were sitting on another outdoor loveseat, playfully smacking the other’s thigh deep in uncontrolled laughter. Emily smiled. The boys were hanging around the wet bar laughing and Tara, JJ, and Garcia were sitting around the bonfire in the middle of the yard, drinks in hand. She noticed JJ’s gaze falling to the two of you every so often and as you turned to see what Emily was looking at, your eyes locked with JJ’s. As quickly as it happened, JJ ripped her eyes away, blushed, and pretended to rejoin their conversation.

“I told you she liked to… watch us every now and again,” you whispered, turning around and slipping your wrist from her grip. You couldn’t read the look on Emily’s face. “I’ve caught her half a dozen times already tonight.”

Emily’s possessive, jealous side flared in her eyes now as she secretly wished you had brought a shawl of some sort so she could cover you. You enjoyed this protective, territorial side of Emily. It turned you on far more than it should. She pulled you closer to her body, the apex of your thighs brushing the softness of her belly before leaning in to kiss you hungrily. You started to slip your own hand under your already hiked up dress, gliding your smooth fingertips under the band of your lace underwear

“Let her look. Just touch me please”, you say breathily. You had always known JJ longed for something more but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. It was true you had caught her watching the two of you with curiosity and maybe envy? Whatever the reason, you felt empathy with whatever war she was waging within herself. “Please?”

“You. Are. Mine”, Emily practically growled, leaving harsh kisses against your throat and wrenching your hand from your underwear. She repositioned her arm so her palm was flat against your belly as it sunk into your underwear.

“I am absolutely yours. Always.” You breathed out, letting the statement hang in the air for a moment. “I don’t think it’s me, per se, but us. Some people are drawn to intimacy, to closeness. Voyeurs, you know?”

A moment passes before Emily speaks.

“You like it when she watches, don’t you?” Emily states matter-of-factly as she cups your wet cunt. “A type of exhibitionist.”

“What? No… I mean…” You take a deep, shaky breath as the short fingernails on Emily’s free hand start tracing up your arms, fingers toying with the thin straps of your sundress. “I like… um, when we are *almost* seen…”

“Mmhmm, exhibitionist”, Emily whispers as she pulls down the front of your sundress, exposing one breast. She leans forward and circles her tongue around your nipple, careful to not actually touch it. “You’re so goddamn wet for me, baby. So warm and slick.”

You can’t help the groan that tumbles out of your mouth and you can feel her smiling against your skin. Her fingers slip in between your wet folds to gather a generous amount of slickness and rub it on your clit.

“Emily…” you breathe out as you arch your back slightly, eyes fluttering shut. Your hands don’t know what to do with themselves so one ends up running your fingers through your hair and the other rests on Emily’s bicep. “Em…”

“Hmmm?”

Emily can feel your hot arousal flush against her palm and finally has pity on you, wrapping her lips around a rosy, sensitive nipple. Her index and middle finger start tortuously slow, wide circles around your clit.

You bite back a loud whine, trying to remain as quiet as you can but Emily has other plans. She bites down gently on your nipple and her thumbnail drags over the wet lace over your clit simultaneously. You cry out, mostly muffled by the music but out of your periphery you see JJ’s eyes focus in on the two of you.

You try to pull your body away in vain as Emily’s teeth continue to bite down, pulling your nipple taut as she refuses to let go. Her free hand holds tightly to your hips. Your body reacts immediately to the painfully pleasurable sensation as a higher pitched whine escapes your throat.

“Oh fuck, Em…” It’s high, needy, and loud. “We can’t… not here…”

Emily grins devilishly against your breast, giving it a pop of her mouth before answering you.

“I know, I know, baby. Just breathe for me. There you go. Good girl. They can’t really see us. Maybe just a shadow of the back of you”, she said as she trailed a line of saliva from one breast to the other, pulling against your dress as she went.

The affirmation sent a shiver down your spine as you let your head loll to one side, resting on your shoulder. Letting her eyes fall from your face to where she had been working so diligently, the sight of your reddened, angry nipple sends a punch right to Emily’s pussy. Humming, she takes the other nipple in her mouth, gently this time, and suckles lightly on it. The same way you do when you’re in a certain headspace.

Your face is hot and you feel slightly dizzy. A thin layer of sweat starts to gather at your temples. The sight and sensation of Emily pulling most of your areola into her mouth makes you breathe faster. Her cheeks are flushed, she’s looking right at you, and it might be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You let out a shaky breath as you run your hand through her hair and grip the back of her head, holding her in place. You try to grind against her fingers but they remain slow in carefully controlled circles. You whine as you feel her fingers tighten their grip on your hips. You feel wet, hot cum pool at your entrance now.

“Emily…”

“Hmmm?” she answered, releasing your breast from her mouth as you notice JJ rearranging herself in her lounge chair, trying desperately not to be noticed. “Use your words, princess.”

Your back arched at the nickname you can only tolerate when you’re too turned on to argue with her.

“Please, it’s not enough. Faster, please. I-I-inside, I need you…”

“Hey, that’s my girl…” Emily coos sweetly in your ear as she takes her hand off your waist, light purple marks already blooming, and tucks a wild curl behind your ear.

A shuttered, frustrated sigh erupts from your throat as she abandons your clit and kisses you gently, your eyes being teary and lips pouty. She tuts you softly with a smile. Without warning or a second thought, Emily slams three fingers easily into your drenched cunt. Momentary pain morphs quickly into an intense, bottom of your foot tingling sensation as you buck your hips roughly.

Emily’s free hand reaches up quickly, palming the base of your skull, and crushing her mouth against yours as she swallows your shocked, long groan before it can leave your throat. You instinctively try to arch back but her hand has you trapped in place.

Exactly where she wants you.

Her thrusts piston in and out of you with such force that you know you’re going to be incredibly sore later. You feel the warmth in your belly seep into your torso and into your limbs. Your body feels like pure electricity as your increased moans and whines become music to Emily’s ears.

Neither of you notice but JJ is staring under lashes now and, though more than 30 yards away, Morgan has noticed a few odd noises coming from your corner of the yard. He eyes Garcia and she looks your way now. Panicked, she stands up and starts to loudly sing along to Africa by Toto in a mostly successful attempt at diverting attention away from the pair of you. JJ’s curious blue eyes still flicker between the shadows under the pergola and Garcia.

None of that matters though because you’re so close and Emily is swallowing your moans purposefully now. One hand anchors itself at the base of soft grey hair while the other tightly grips the forearm of the hand she’s fucking you with. As gently as you can, lest Emily completely deny your request, you push her forearm deeper between your legs. You press yourself flush to her skin now and nestle your face in the crook of Emily’s shoulder. She places sweet kisses wherever her mouth can reach.

“You’re taking my fingers so well, baby. They’re so deep inside you. You’re my good girl, aren’t you, baby?”

“Mmhmm, yes.”

“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes… Mommy”, you end up moaning the last part of the sentence as she rewards you with deep hum that vibrates through your body. “I love it so much when you fuck me hard.”

“I know you do. Are you going to make Daddy proud and cum right here on David Rossi’s patio? With JJ trying soo desperately to catch a glimpse of something and the others able to hear these desperate whines? Look at me, baby.” Emily whispers into your ear as you look up at her and nod furiously, your head still pressed against her long, pale throat. “Then show me. Fall apart for me.”

Emily quickly pumps her fingers once, twice, three times while curling her fingers to hit your g-spot perfectly while she eyes messy, tight circles around your clit. Everything catches up to you all at once. Her fingers. Your clit. JJ watching. The others trying to ignore your moans. Emily’s warm skin. And you come.

Hard.

Your hips momentarily stall out and Emily takes full advantage of the slight position change and fucks you as deeply as possible. She whispers sweet nothings into your ear, talking you through your orgasm. You see the most beautiful stars behind your scrunched eyelids. Or were they the fairy lights? Were you floating?

You don’t remember to stifle your loud groan until it’s halfway out. Emily quickly covers your mouth, only adding to your peaked arousal. You flood her hand with warm, sticky cum as she fucks your through a powerful orgasm. Your open, gasping mouth is pressed against Emily’s throat as you arch yourself into her. You can feel Emily kissing your jaw, your cheeks, your temple, then finally your lips.

This is pure bliss, you realize, as she slows her hand and coaxes involuntary jerks out of you by still rubbing slowly at your clit. Emily sweetly shushes and whispers praises into your skin and lips. She rubs your back soothingly and stills her fingers deep inside you, so very content to feel your muscles flutter occasionally around her. She knows how much you enjoy staying physically connected even after your orgasm.

“You did so well, my sweet girl. You were so beautiful moaning my name.” You soaked up her compliments like a sponge as you blushed even more than you thought possible.

For a long few minutes you both stay like that. So content to be intertwined with the other that you almost lost sight of where you were. Your breathing had stabilized and the fine sheen of sweet covering your body had either dried or had been kissed away by Emily’s full, red lips. You pulled away from her reluctantly, still able to feel her unmoving fingers buried inside you. Emily’s face was still only slightly flushed as she smiled at you but her lips were swollen and her dark irises were still no where to be found.

Emily started to very slowly and carefully withdraw her fingers from inside you after gazing down at you first. You nodded, took a deep breath, and relaxed your muscles that had molded around her. She pulled them fully out, immediately brought them to her mouth, and sucked each finger. Your eyes never left her fingers as she diligently cleaned them.

“I need to taste you, Mommy”, you murmured quietly, still watching Emily’s tongue as she now licked her lips. The need suddenly became overwhelming. “Please?”

Emily let out a breathy sigh and shut her eyes briefly as the pleasure of your words washed over her. “We can’t. Not here. They’ve already been privy to too much. We should get out there and at least make an appearance.”

Emily chuckled softly at your horrified look.

“I can’t go out there! And look at them. In the face!”

“Well as nice as this little cozy corner is, we can’t stay here all night. I’ll be right there with you.”

You sighed and took one last grounding inhale of Emily’s skin before lifting your head up and kissing her sweetly. Always taking care of you, she started trying to make you more presentable by pulling the front of your sundress back up, smoothing out the skirt, and running her fingers lovingly through your hair. You closed your eyes at her gentle touches, enjoying being take care of by this beautiful woman.

“Emily?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you know how much I *utterly* adore you?”

Emily smiled wide before leaning in and kissing you lovingly. “You’ll have to remind me when we get home.”

On the other side of Rossi’s backyard, the group waited anxiously for the two of you to step out of the partial shadows of the pergola before letting out a cacophony of overly sexualized moans. All but JJ and Rossi. The later had to be told something was going on over there because he simply couldn’t hear a thing over this “new fangled music”.

You could have died right then and there but Emily wore a goofy, almost proud smile as she playfully swatted your ass as you both made your way to the group.

Emily took a seat on a loveseat closest to Tara, holding out an arm for you as you snuggled into her side, blushing bashfully. She possessively wrapped her arm around your waist, resting her hand on your outer thigh.

“Get it, dude.” Tara said with a straight face, raising a single fist that Emily immediately pounded with her own.

Alex studied your reaction curiously while Garcia was just flat out relieved it was all over.

“Y’all nasty,” Derek said, playfully rolling his eyes and smiling before getting up to get another drink. “Anyone? Y/n? You must be thirsty after… all that.”

You inwardly groaned but the vibration of it reached Emily and she couldn’t help but laugh. You hadn’t been able to make eye contact with anyone but managed to nod your head.

“Yeah, something strong.”

You chanced a look at your longtime friend, Garcia, and smiled briefly before mouthing a silent thank you.

“Wait, what’s nasty? What happened?” Spencer suddenly interjected, looking around between you and Morgan. The group, including you, laughed at his utter lack of social awareness.

This is Her Trying

sum: she sold out every value she holds dear, even a person. That happens to be you. So, one night after Voit’s little game, she speeds to your apartment in hopes you’ll still want her.

(is there a lot of music references? Yes.)

WARNING: BIG ANGSTY, smoking, some fluff?

Emily saw this coming, with the way everything was happening. The BAU hadn’t taken up a case they couldn’t solve, it just seems that now they’ve met their match. Emily didn’t want it to be true, no, she just couldn’t accept that. She was too prideful to give up.

That also meant doing everything in her power to solve this case, even if it meant pushing the boundaries of the law. She hated that she even considered doing it, so why do it at all? That was a question she asked herself often. Sometimes she sat in her chair wondering if Hotch would be disappointed in her. Or if he would tell her that she ‘needn’t worry’ even though she should.

In the midst of all this ‘Gold Star’ business happening, she was also pushing you away. Not noticing the hurt facial expression you made at her clearly not wanting your presence. She pushed you away so much that she had forgotten how much peace you’d bring her. Even Rossi had warned her to go home but she never did listen, she did what she thought was best. But sometimes she couldn’t think for herself.

—

“Shouldn’t you head home to see the Mrs?” Rossi asked, driving them back after Emily had gotten arrested. The truth was, she wanted to go home, she was just too scared that you too would be disappointed in her, and she’d rather not have the person she loved the most think I’ll of her. “She knows I’m out, it’s fine..” The silver-haired woman grumbled, picking at her thumb nail again. Someday she’d get over the whole thumb thing but now was not the time. All that she was focused on was Brian Garrity being on the top of her list to be killed off if she ever did spiral into madness; which she was already on the brink of.

Dave looked at her with this face, it was his ‘I know you better than you think, please don’t lie to me right now’ face. Emily huffed, groaning as she flopped her head into her hands. “It’s been almost 3 days, Emily. A hello or hug would suffice” He tutted, even after all these years he still had to teach her fatherly advice.

“She’ll survive, Dave, she’s not going anywhere” Emily seethed, her emotions slightly breaking loose, the Italian took note of her behavior. As he pulled back into the parking lot, he stopped the engine, turning to look at her with a soft expression.

“If I’ve learned anything from my marriages is, never make them wait for you. Because the hardest feeling is choosing whether to wait or give up” He says, exiting the car first to let Emily think.

—

The Unit Chief sat on the rooftop again, the cigarette she was smoking, balanced between her fingers. She only smoked when she was really stressed, that seemed to be almost every day now. You had told her to stop smoking but old habits die hard.

Ever since that call she had about being on restricted duty she felt like she was completely under the water, she couldn’t breathe. The feeling on being dragged down over and over again was starting to get to her. This definitely wasn’t her first rodeo but it was starting to feel like her last. She kept telling herself to keep pushing and they’d solve this but maybe, for once, they’ve gotten a case they won’t figure out.

The BAU was crumbling around them, the public was already trampling on the name. But if they didn’t figure this out, what was the point of anything? What was the point of all this work if she couldn’t even save herself?

How could she protect her team when her choices were the ones hurting them? She’d been dying inside since Bailey’s death. She couldn’t give up now, she had to figure this out so he didn’t die in vain. But she wanted to give up, it was so much easier to lay down and die.

This isn’t how she imagined she’d end up. A broken marriage, at least she thought so, a broken team, a broken case, everything was tumbling down and she didn’t have the energy to build them back up anymore. She always wondered how some people could die with so much happiness accepting that they didn’t do everything they wanted to. That was one of the qualities that made you fall for her.

She didn’t stop till she got what she wanted. That’s how you agreed to go on one date with her. At first you didn’t want to, not wanting to be with someone so ambitious since it could end badly, later she showed you that you were the only one she wanted.

Letting out a shaking breath, Emily looked below, the who-ing of the owls seemed to be her only company that night. The stars were shining above her, she was jealous of them. How could they live so peacefully without worry. They were taunting her with their beauty.

Almost like the first time you and her met. She smiled at the memory, her time of youth escaped her but she never seemed to forget it.

~~

You were one of Garcia‘s friends, she met you during one of her baking lessons, and got to know you during one of her cooking lessons. You were skilled in both, your nimble fingers kneading the dough, your hands holding the sharp knife as you made precise cuts on the vegetables.

Emily could’ve never been prepared for the day you’d given Penelope a visit at work. She practically choked on her coffee the moment you walked in. You were stunning, your eyes soft like the rain morning, your face free from blemishes and impurities, even your hands looked extremely agile. Your presence alone cast an ethereal radiance around the room. “Hi, I’m Y/n Y/l/n, it’s nice to meet you…?”

Your brow arched, signaling her to introduce herself, Emily quickly stumbled to her feet with a goofy smile. She was enchanted by your shining smile. Internally, she was panicking so bad she couldn’t even think about what comes out of her mouth next, she was too busy staring at your tits.

“Prentits, Emily” she said a little too confidently, she slapped a hand over her mouth as Morgan barrel rolled on the floor in laughter. Rossi, JJ, and Penelope were snickering in the background. Hotch and Reid stood with shocked expressions, for once Aaron had cracked a smile.

”I’m sorry! I meant Emily Prentiss, it’s nice to meet you as well” her voice got more silent with each word, the red hue over taking her face. You laughed, “it’s okay, Emily,” you leaned into her ear, “but next time just ask to look at them”

~~

Emily snorted to herself, still looking into the dark nothingness below her. A soft chuckle escaped her, even the darkness seemed more peaceful than whatever she had going on. In those few minutes that she had stared into the oblivion, she realized, it wasn’t too late to fix things. At least with you anyway, she just hoped that you’d still want her after everything she had put you through.

The guilt of leaving you alone for so long clawed at her. As she now hurried down the halls, she thought of you. That smile that could make her melt, the laugh that could infect anybody, and those arms that held her close when no one understood her.

Even in the car, the first thing that played was your favorite song. She slammed her fist against the console, the pain was agonizing but that was the least of her problems. Her fingers gripped around the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white and cramped. As she speeded home, she realized that she dearly missed your lips. Your soft, delicate, and loving lips. Even the first time the both of you had said you loved each other, she knew that you were gonna kiss her in a way that was gonna screw her up forever.

At the door of your shared house, she felt a sinking feeling in her chest, her hands turned clammy. It was like she was sent back to when she was ask you out on a date again. Except this time she was asking for your forgiveness.

She brought out her house keys, unlocked the door, and stepped in. The inside was still dimly lit so she knew you were awake, probably staying up late again. “Baby? I’m home!” Emily called out, shutting the door behind her, making sure to lock it before venturing deeper into the home. She heard shuffling from upstairs, it stopped for a moment before the sound of your footsteps made their way down. She was nervous, the smell of smoke on her clothes. It stood out from the scent of the rest of the house.

It smelt of you and your soft smelling vanilla perfume. You smiled seeing her, though the emotions in you remained conflicted. “Em, you’re home, I thought you were gonna be working late again” You chuckled lightly, nothing was funny. She messed up and you knew it, she knew it. So, why couldn’t you just go ahead and scream your feelings out. That’s what you wanted to do days ago, but not that you see her face…you don’t feel so angry anymore.

“No, I needed to come home. I needed to see you, I’m-” Emily abruptly stopped her sentence to swallow the sound of her breaking voice, she never minded being emotional in front of you. Now, she couldn’t bear to cry in front of you. She felt she didn’t deserve to, you’re the victim here, after all. It was selfish to take that away from you. She was selfish. That’s all she had been for weeks now.

“I’m going insane, y/n. I don’t know what I’m doing anymore, I’m not alright.” She admitted it, she was scared and confused. She felt like some little kid in the corner after doing something bad and not knowing it was bad. She didn’t know how to cope with any of this. It was too big to do alone. She couldn’t ask you to help her, not when she’s already taken so much from you.

As Emily’s eyes began to sting, the tears pooling. Yet, she didn’t let them fall. She couldn’t, it wasn’t right. “You smell like smoke again, what happened this time?” You asked, brushing past her and walking into the kitchen. You fixed Emily a glass of cold water, “I messed up some case, I’m on restricted duty. The BAU is Dave’s now. I don’t know what I’m gonna do.” She said through a shaky sigh, leaning on the kitchen island, the marble cold to the touch. You were slightly shocked that she would actually tell you, most of the time she wouldn’t tell you anything. You understood that even knowing a little bit could endanger you both so you never pressed. “Have you eaten?”

Emily crossed her arms, sniffling and looking at her with a blank expression. You knew that look, she was trying to profile you. “Emily, if you’re trying to profile me, it’s not gonna work.” You said sternly, getting the ingredients out for beef and broccoli, one of her favorites.

“Okay, I’m sorry…” she replied, biting her lip. “No, I haven’t” she added after a moment of silence. You smiled to yourself, “Good, I haven’t had dinner yet”

The silence was oddly comfortable, it gave Emily a sense of false comfort. She watched you cook as she idly played with her fingers. You could’ve called it a night ages ago and gone to bed not talking to her at all. Instead, you chose to stay and make food. You always stayed silent when you were mad, you came from a home with screaming being the norm. You hated yelling at someone out of anger, you hated it with your heart and soul. Even now if someone yells at you in anger, the tears will pool and won’t stop streaming down your face. Your breathing turns shallow and the tightness in your chest the least of your concerns.

As you finished cooking the food, the steam drifted into the air, eventually filling up the whole kitchen. Both of you quickly ate the food, silently glancing at each ofher when the other ‘wasn’t’ looking. Emily didn’t know what to say, and you didn’t want to say anything.

The older woman went upstairs to change, and hopefully get a shower. It had been a few days since she’s had a good shower. One where she felt relaxed and fresh. You washed the dishes, humming to yourself as you thought about the situiation you were in. You wanted so badly to be angry with her but, there was something that kept you from feeling anything about what was happening. Your face would contort into an expression of anger but you didn’t feel it.

You completed the rest of the cleaning and headed upstairs, maybe you’d be able to get a good sleep tonight. You always slept best with Emily in bed with you, she just gave you a sense of comfort that no one else could give you.

Already being in some pjs, you brushed your teeth, and washed your face. With a heavy sigh, you pulled your body up to sit on the counter. You had grabbed your phone, scrolling on social media as you flossed with a floss pick. You heard the shower stop but you didn’t look up, too interested in a News article you read. It was an article about ‘Gold Star’. A case Emily was on, he was clearly dangerous and had already killed the spouse of one of his latest victims who was also a cop. That must’ve been why she’s been down at the office, at least, that’s what you heard from Pen.

“Damn it…” Emily muttered, pulling a silk robe over her thin pjs. Her hair was soaking wet, and her face free of makeup, she was looking for something. “Have you seen my towel?” She asked, looking at the rack then back inside the shower. You looked down and saw you were sitting on it, lifting a thigh, you grabbed it and handed it to her.

She smiled at you, drying her silver locks with the towel. Walking over to the sink, she began doing her skincare routine. You stared at her, a blank expression on your face, she looked so focused.

You felt the urge to reach out and touch her face when she finished, she looked like a supermodel in this light. I’m any light actually, she was a timeless beauty you couldn’t get enough of. That was when you felt it, the subtle shake of your hands, the sting of your eyes, the flips of your stomach, the drowning feeling, and the way you bit the inside of your cheek.

Emily looked at herself in the mirror before looking over at you with concern, your eyes filled with hurt. She hummed softly, placing a hand on yours, squeezing it as a way to ground you. “I love you, Emily Prentiss…so much that you piss me off,” You said with a hushed tone, as if you’d be scolded for speaking normally.

“I love you more, my precious girl” Emily kissed each of your knuckles, kissing up your arm as she moved to slip herself in between your legs. She eventually got up to kiss your lips, it was quick, a big dose of comfort, for Emily at least.

“Don’t say things that aren’t true…” You insisted, placing your hands on her shoulders, the robe damp from her wet hair. “You left me, for almost a whole week with minimal to no contact, you didn’t even check in with me so I knew you were alive and breathing.”

Emily looked down in shame, she wished to take it all back. “I had to hold on to the hope that you were okay, and I had to get updates from the team, who you never seem to interact with anyway.” You sniffled, toying with her hair. “I know about this whole ‘Gold Star’ thing. The information it public, most of it anyway. So, please tell me what’s bothering you. Please…” You admitted, holding her face so she would look at you.

“Baby, Gold Star…he’s a dangerous man, after what happened with Don Bertoli” she paused, wiping her tears away, refusing to let them fall. She’s been doing that often now, you noticed since she was always comfortable crying around you. “I couldn’t handle you living in fear, I couldn’t hand us living in fear. A part of it was because I was so focused on this case, I hardly thought about anything else other than the case, and you. I know that sounds weird but, every decision I made was made because I thought I could protect you.” She kissed your palm, looking at you with the same adoration and love she had been for years, “If Don, this big muscular man, can’t stop him from killing his wife. How can I stop him?” She sobbed, hugging you close.

“Ever since this case even started, I changed so much. I hate it. I let a serial killer out of his cage to work among profilers like he meant something. I kept a secret from JJ that I shouldn’t have, I ruled over my team like a tyrant instead of working with them. I’m…turning into my mother, just like I thought I would. But the only question I have is…why haven’t you left me yet?” Emily sniffled, tears stains on your sleep attire. You pulled away from the hug and held her head, wiping away the tears with your thumbs.

She looked so fragile, like could crack of you touched her. You rarely saw her break, Emily was always the strong one even in the relationship. She took pride in opening jars, carrying bags, doing any sort of lifting. She also compartmentalized like her life depended on it because it kind of did.

”You are not going to be like your mother, you are my wonderful, amazing, ambitious, smart, hilarious, stunning, annoying wife. You’re my everything in one and I love you for it. I haven’t left you because I made a very important promise to be yours forever. I intend to keep that promise, no matter what. Also, last time I checked, you have the most awesome team. So, if you fess up and take responsibility, they’ll accept you. Remember that you have to earn that trust back but, I know you care.” Emily let out a choked sob, she loved you more than anything. What did she do to deserve you?

“When you were gone that long, I didn’t mind that much. Until you stopped texting me back, I didn’t hear from you for days. I panicked, thinking you were mad and I spiraled, every possible out come in my head played out beside for this” You said, tucking a piece of damp hair behind her ear.

“What I mean is, I’m not going to tell you that this was okay, what I am gonna tell you is that I love you despite what happened.” You pressed a gentle kiss on her forehead, she was hurting, you could tell from her face and mannerisms. You felt like you had spent a whole lifetime memorizing everything about her. Sometimes, it scared you. You knew things about her that even her team didn’t know, for you knew they’d never know.

With that, Emily burst into tears, hugging you tightly, pulling you as close to her as she could.

You’ve missed her dearly, nothing in existence or nonexistent could keep you from loving her. You feel every emotion at once yet none could rival the pure love you felt for the woman. She’s gone through hell & earth to have you. Now, you were ready to do the same for her.

She’s saved you from a maniac serial killer once, the least you could do was be here when you needed her. You knew she’d return the favor, you preferred to have her be alright before returning anything. After all, you taught middle schoolers for a living, you had your moments but thankfully there was never anything much.

“I’m sorry, so, so sorry” She sobbed, her head buried in between the crevice between your neck and shoulder. Her body slotted so perfectly with yours that you were convinced she was made for you. “I forgive you, always”

You felt her arms tighten around you, she sniffled looking up into your eyes. Pressing a kiss to your lips, she played with your hair, twirling it between her fingers.

She didn’t know what was waiting for her in the future, she was unsure of a lot of things. One thing was certain, that you were hers, and she was yours. She find a way to cross realities if it meant being with you.

As the night went on, both felt as though they could stay their forever. Intertwined. Sewn together. Forevermore.

—————

UHM. THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR A WHILE.

This is a nice appetizer for all the fics I’m about to serve to you guysssss. I hope you enjoyed restricted duty Emily :)

you couldn't take x reader fics from my cold, dead hands.

be quiet

masterlist

emily prentiss x reader

18+: smut; emily has a penis, blowjobs, office sex, lowkey humiliation, talks of punishment, dom!emily, cockwarming kinda??but using a mouth lol, angry emily

a/n - inspired by an ask that i cannot find | wc: 1.1k

You’d known it was inevitable that talking back to her would have its repercussions but having her belittle you for a minor mistake in the field with all of your colleagues around to hear was beyond humiliating. 

You should have stayed silent and bitten your tongue. But the flush to her neck as she raised her voice, the way you were shrinking beneath the harshness of her tone despite how desperately you tried not to, only bubbled the anger up your throat. Your words were spat back at her with malice, utterings of her need to control those around her, and her overreaction at the situation. They’d taken aback not only herself but the onlookers to the tension-fueled argument. You were soon dismissed and ushered back to your desk while she stalked to her office with a slam of her door behind her. 

You’d not seen her for hours and you were hoping the atmosphere would have diffused by this evening considering she was the one who’d driven you to work this morning. 

Emily, however, had been ruminating on her fury the entire time. Her jaw was beginning to hurt with the way it was so tightly clenched and the work in front of her that she had been working on was now becoming haphazardly completed due to the attention she was paying to thoughts of you instead.

Her annoyance at you oftentimes is accompanied by an arousal and need to dominate you - to put you in your place. She’s convinced you do it on purpose just to be on the receiving end of her wrath. It’s just like you to be desperate for her rough hand. 

She thought back to just the previous night when she had you beneath her and crying out her name for hours on end, clambering onto her body as though it was your lifeline, the way your breathless body panted and moaned under hers with her fingers in your mouth and her dick fucking you into the mattress whilst you begged her for more. She couldn’t get enough. 

And now, with these memories freshly implanted into her mind and her skin so hot she had to rid herself of her blazer lest the anger fuelled heat burn her skin, she could feel herself getting harder by the second. She wanted you. She was ravenous and starving for you, aching in her jeans to keep your slutty mouth silent. 

She picked up her phone to send you a message and peeked out through the blinds of her office windows to watch your attention be taken by the vibration beside you. She watched you read her instruction and positioned herself in her chair when she watched you make your way to her, legs splayed and her arms sporting rolled up shirt sleeves resting on the arms of the seat. 

“Come here,” she spoke. No greeting to ease the tension, just a gesture to the ground between herself and her robust desk. 

You could see her growing bulge from where she’d been palming at herself with all of the thoughts running through her mind, she was needy for you and your lips but she didn’t want to hear a word. You didn’t even dare to mutter a teasing comment at her obvious desperation. You just did as she wanted - you only ever wanted to obey her - taking your place on your knees as she’d silently instructed once you had approached. 

“If you’re gonna use that fucking mouth to be bratty, you can use it now,” she rasped, unbuckling her belt to release her hard cock. “I don’t want to ever, hear you talk back to me at work.”

“Em, I’m sor-”

“No talking,” she interrupted with a harsh grip around your neck halting your words. “If I have to force you to be quiet, that’s what I’m going to do.”

She left no room for argument, not that you’d even try underneath the harsh and dark eyes she scrutinised you with. Instead, you let her push your head down, parting your lips for the tip of her cock, moaning slightly at the taste of the precum that landed on your tongue when you licked the head. You knew what she liked and she groaned out above you at the feeling. 

Her nails bore into into your scalp, long fingers tangled up in your hair as she orchestrated every single movement of your head, merely using your mouth as something to fuck. As long as it kept you quiet. 

Just as she’d eased each inch into your throat, her phone rang out into the quiet of the room. You thought that this would mean a slight, if momentary, reprieve of the cock that filled your mouth and nudged so deeply into you. But, when Emily has a punishment in mind she doesn’t carry it out leniently. 

She forced your head to still when she answered the phone and spoke for much longer than was necessary, only smirking darkly with each glance she darted at your head in her lap. Your jaw ached and your lips salivated around her length, tears streaked down your cheeks at the way you gagged around her. 

Your hands dug into her hips, holding onto her just hoping she’d set you free but she kept you in your place. There was no possibility for any semblance of movement. She enjoyed the helpless way you sporadically gasped for breath. 

“There’s something so pretty about seeing you so quiet,” she murmured once she’d placed the phone back onto its receiver. “I knew my good girl was still in there.”

It was only then that she let you pull away for just a moment to catch your breath but she soon pushed your lips into the head of her throbbing cock, she was more aroused than ever with how the heat of your mouth had had her aching.

Your head bobbed in her lap, lips around her shaft and your tongue licking the skin with each glide over it. Her hips lifted from the leather of her cushioned chair, her head leaning back with her bottom lip caught between her teeth at the pleasurable feelings coursing through her. 

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweet girl,” she murmured. “I’m gonna cum into that slutty mouth of yours.”

Her words ony spurred you on and the groan that vibrated onto her dick was enough to be mirrored by her as her seed filled your mouth, spurts of cum painting the back of your throat with familiarity. You swallowed every drop as she continued to fuck your mouth for as long as she wanted to, milking herself of every mouthful she could give you, letting herself rid her body of the ravenous arousal that had been plaguing her. 

She eyed the way she dripped from your shining lips onto your chin and pulled you in for a kiss once she’d wiped it clean with the pad of her thumb.

“I’ll deal with you later,” she growled into your ear after she’d trailed kisses across your jaw and you waited in anticipation once she’d dismissed you back to your desk. 

hi pookie🥰 any chance you’d write a fic where fem!r has never had an orgasm and Emily thinks she can change that?!

Never Have I Ever

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.9k+

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, oral sex, fingering (r!receiving), top!Emily, bottom!reader, reader is also a bit yapper, there's like the tiniest bit of fluff if you squint at the end

Summary: A history shadowed by unfulfillment and shortcomings in the bedroom was an unfortunate reality for you. It was why one night, when you found yourself alone at a bar at the centre of a certain stranger's attention, it didn't seem so outlandish to give something new a try.

A/n: She's backkkkkk! and probably not gonna post for another month UwU... Also, thank you as always to the lovely, amazing @hotchscvm for reading it through and giving me live reactions MWAH <3

The music, that’s what you remember: the sound of smooth saxophones, sweet piano chords and the occasional tick of a snare drum. It played perfectly in your ears as you sat alone at a local bar, nursing an exceptionally balanced martini on that sublime Friday evening. The weather was pleasant, and the previous company was friendly after a tiresome day—interesting enough to engage you but casual enough not to exhaust you. And it all ended with the quiet buzzing of a vacated table and an inviting presence beckoning you to the bar. 

End the night at an appropriate time, take an Uber home and perhaps dodge a frightful hangover or walk over to the exceedingly beautiful brunette sitting alone, get close enough to her lips to smell the rich whiskey that was being lazy swirled around in her tumbler, and perhaps taste the sharpness of the distilled grain on her tongue? It was your decision to make. 

Her eyes, the bitter shade of coffee, sweetly called for your attention, flickering to and from the empty seat beside her. It was not so much a command as it was a challenge. The playful glint in her eyes told you as much. She studied you with piqued interest that was far from unwelcome and filled your stomach with a reverent fire you had not experienced in quite some time. You ached for more.

Mind made up, you grabbed your drink, slung your purse strap over your shoulder, and walked over to this enticing stranger. And as you did so, you took care in matching the sway of your hips to the lulling melody of a saxophone, enjoying the view of the brunette’s pink tongue peeking out to wet her lips. The fire in your stomach roared.

You set your drink down and slid onto the bar stool, noting how you were observed. It was neither clinical nor invasive. It was more inquisitive. Like the older woman was trying to figure you out without so much as asking you a question, and honestly, with how her eyes squinted and her lips curled ever so slightly at the edges, you believed she might already have you read. 

It was nothing short of intimidating to feel so bare whilst completely clothed, well completely clothed with a generous helping of cleavage. There was an itch to be on evening footing with this illustrious stranger, enough to start a dangerous game. 

“Never have I ever…” you purred. 

The game was well received, and you found that Emily, you discovered was her name, was rather bold. She didn’t shy away from any question you threw her way. If anything, they seemed to amuse her. By the time she’d come to ask you the question that turned the evening’s tide, Emily was coming close to needing a third drink. 

“Never have I ever slept with a woman,” she said, her gaze so attentive it was almost unnerving to leave your drink untouched. 

She was disappointed. You saw it in her eyes, in the way she threw her head back to down the remainder of her whiskey. You knew she wasn’t grimacing from the burn. No, the ice had melted a long time ago and watered down the rich liquor. The lines of displeasure around her mouth came from realising the evening was probably all for nothing, that she should have gone home instead of trying to find stress relief in the bed of another stranger. 

“It’s not that I haven't wanted to,” you began, trying to find the confidence to continue in her shifting expression. “I’ve never really had the chance.” 

Emily wasn’t giving you anything, and unfortunately, in an effort to drive away the awkward silence, you kept talking. “I find women attractive, and god knows I imagine it.” Blabbering was more appropriate. “Not in a weird way. I mean, is there not a weird way? What I mean is I seem to attract men, specifically ones with an aversion to loyalty, which is crazy as none of them could get me to,” You cut yourself off, far too embarrassed to even look the older woman across you in the eyes. “Please say something before I dig a hole deep enough to bury myself alive in.” 

“No.” Emily drawled, suddenly glowing with a newfound sense of purpose. “I want you to finish. What could they never do?” 

You looked up at her wide eyes, then carefully around the bar as if one of your aforementioned exes was hiding in plain sight. 

You muttered, “Can’t you put two and two together?” 

“Oh, I can. I’m just desperate to hear you say it.” 

Did you want to answer? No. But there was something niggling away at you—the feeling that this woman would not let this go. She seemed like the determined type. 

“Fine,” you huffed, looking down at your drink, using your straw to stir the clear beverage. It was painfully obvious you were avoiding Emily’s eyes, but you couldn’t care less. “None of them could make me cum.” 

There was another bout of silence, stretching long enough for your cheeks to turn to fire. You took small sips of your drink, trying to occupy your mouth before you started blithering on again.

“I could change that.” 

Your head snapped up.

“What?” You asked, winded, slightly dazed, and mildly alarmed that if you had swallowed a second later than you did, you’d probably have spewed your drink all over yourself and Emily.

“Never have I ever let a stranger give me my first orgasm.” And the way her eclipsed eyes twinkled under the overhead light left no doubt in your mind that Emily had found a goal for the night, one she would not easily let go of. 

“Okay,” you whispered. 

—

Leaving the bar together, standing side by side in the chilly evening breeze, Emily took out her phone. One sideward glance told her all she needed to know. Your hands were clasped together, fingers desperately grasping at the sides of your trousers. Your jaw slung to the side as your teeth gnawed the sides of your mouth. Your eyes followed every moving vehicle that sped past, though Emily suspected you didn’t see much of anything beyond the subject that seemed to plague your mind. That’s when the older woman passed her phone over to you.

You shot her a puzzled look, to which she simply rolled her eyes teasingly enough to colour your cheeks rouge. Apparently, it was obvious what she wanted from you, though you seemed to miss the memo completely and continued to stare blankly at the lit screen. 

“You’ll be more comfortable somewhere familiar,” Emily wittingly sighed. 

A meagre ‘oh’ was your only response, that and finally taking the phone from Emily’s outstretched hand and entering your address into the blinking search bar. When you handed it back, you didn’t miss the humoured smirk on her face or the little shake of her head as she slid her phone into her back pocket and looped an arm around your waist. 

As it turned out, Emily was right. The moment you stepped into your apartment, your anxieties did not disappear but did lessen. The excitement of your predicament bubbled in your stomach, no longer masked by nausea, excitement that only grew with each kiss Emily placed on the back of your neck. 

It felt a bit like being young again, staying out past curfew, playing tag with friends and toppling over one another in and among all the excitement. Hell, you almost did fall over on the way to the bedroom, laughing and wrangling with your trousers until Emily calmed you, dropping to her knees and pressing light kisses along the outskirts of your thighs. She helped you out of your pants, making no effort to get back up. Instead, she continued to map both your legs with her hands, kissing up and down and occasionally marking the spots she found you most responsive to. 

“Lay back on the bed,” Emily instructed, finally standing up. 

Despite spending the last year of your life in that bedroom, you couldn’t quite remember anything. Not where your wardrobe was, not where your bedside table was, and not where the end of your bed started. That’s why when you greedily tried to continue to kiss Emily, walking back, you completely misjudged the distance between the back of your knees and the edge of your mattress and went tumbling back. 

It would have been slightly mortifying had the look on the older woman's face been anything less than thoroughly amused as she followed you onto the bed. You met her eyes with a shy smile, in contrast to your brave hands that led her to your breasts. Once there, Emily squeezed and kneaded them till you were sure you’d go mad if you didn’t feel her touch directly against your skin. The older woman seemed to have the same thought, with fingers at the bottom of your shirt pulling it up and up and up till she had to break away to remove it. 

Then there you were, in your bed, in only your bra and underwear, a stranger above you admiring the contours and curves of your body. What you expected was that uneasy feeling deep in your stomach, which people usually get should they find themselves in a position in which they are singled out, like a deer caught in headlights. Instead, what you felt had a stark resemblance to waiting in line for a ride. There was, of course, some unease churning in your stomach, a sprinkle of fright hastening your heart, but unsurprisingly, excitement seemed to be the dominant emotion. It bubbled away in your chest, rumbled low in your tummy, left your head dizzy, and it was perfect. 

You were smiling like an idiot by the time your senses came back to you. A moment short-lived and stolen away when Emily decided it was time to do away with her clothes, ridding herself of them piece by piece till she too was left in only her bra and underwear. 

She was perfect, from head to toe, pure perfection that it became a challenge to find something to settle your eyes on. There were her shoulders, toned and balmy, begging to be touched; her breast, firm yet soft like silk, demanding to be kissed; there was her heat, hot against your thigh with only a piece of lace shielding her arousal from wetting your skin. It was a new sensation, but not an unwelcome one, and as if possessed by the need for more, you latched onto her ass, pushing her firmly against you and tasting her tongue as her mouth fell open in a silent gasp. 

Emboldened, you raised your thigh, pressing it to the growing wet patch of Emily’s underwear. You relished the small moan that came from the older woman, how it echoed into your throat, but that was as far as you were allowed to press before control was seized from your grasp, quite literally. In a flurry, you found your wrists pinned beside your head, Emily sitting up above you, smiling like a Cheshire cat, though you were not oblivious to the rapid rise and fall of her recovering lungs. 

She took a moment to gather herself, letting her eyes wander over your body. The brown pools of her irises had eclipsed black with lust, forcing a whole-bodied shudder to traipse down your spine. She looked hungry, needy, and determined. 

The pressure eased over your wrists, and you were given a look that told you enough not to move but instead observe Emily freeing her breasts from the shackles of her bra. And that you did. You watched, enraptured, breathless and in awe, and said nothing when she leaned down to reach behind your back. With practised ease, she pulled your bra from your arms, tossing it to the floor and turning back to give attention to your air-kissed nipples. Her teeth played around one pebbled tit whilst her fingers taunted the other. 

Foreplay was something you had experienced, but Emily was taking the trophy home for stretching it out to perfection. Already, you could feel the beginnings of your arousal slick between your thighs. There wasn’t a second where her touch left you as she wormed her way down your torso, her fingers tickling the sides of your belly, the underside of your breast, her mouth insistent on kissing every inch of your skin. Her warmth surrounded you like a blanket. 

Eventually, when she reached low enough to come face to face with your panties, did she raise her eyes to your own and ask without so many words to remove the last barrier standing between her mouth and your waiting sex. 

“Never have I ever let someone go down on me.” 

She waited for your nod of approval, small as it was, to peel the soaked panties down your legs. 

There was a moment’s pause when the evening air of your bedroom kissed your tender flesh, forcing the emergence of a little gasp to leave your throat. The inhalation and pleased sigh that came from between your legs beckoned your attention, but there was nothing to do but throw your head back when cold was replaced by warmth—the tickle of Emily’s breath and the tip of her tongue slipping between your sex. 

Bated breaths were all you knew. Breaths that chiselled away at your lungs till they both felt simultaneously deflated and full, till the first appearance of sweat glistened over your brow, and the dawning of slight tremors shook your belly. And only when a single digit was eased into you did you finally breathe again, a breath so sharp it felt like your body was reawakened. 

Vaguely, you registered the shuddering of your limbs; you weren’t so far gone to have lost all control of yourself, and the soft caresses of Emily’s tongue against your clit weren’t enough to have you writhing. They were, however, enough to pry small whimpers out of you. 

Being vocal had never been your thing, though, in truth, it was hard to be vocal in earnest when you were gaining nothing out of the inconsistent jamming of a cock inside you or the never-ending cycle of a vibrator pressed against your cunt, buzzing and buzzing till you felt as though maybe you’d tip over the edge, only to come to a standstill and a slow torturous come down from nothing. In those situations, it was hard to get even a moan out, excluding the fake pornographic ones men go crazy for. Emily, however, was successful in changing this. 

One finger suddenly became two, then three, and whimpers and little gasps were a thing of the past. For a moment, you thought the neighbour was banging against your wall, screaming out, only to be muffled by the dense wall dividing you. That was, of course, till you realised the banging was the blood rushing and thudding in your ears, and the screams were none other than your own. They were loud and boisterous, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to care because this was surely heaven. The perfectly paced pumps of fingers, the sucking, licking and occasional nibble against your clit, and most importantly, the encouraging squeeze of Emily’s hand against your chest, it was all heaven. 

Every grain of pleasure you felt was monumental, simmering and exploding inside you over and over again. It felt like you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything other than simply exist under the tense pressure that was reaching a colossal peak. Your hips moved purposefully, matching Emily’s rhythm until the push and pull between the both of you was symbiotic. 

The closing act, the final push, was the press of fingertips curving against a spot within you so sweet you tasted honey on your lips, sugar on your tongue and nectar spilling from your sex. 

When you came, you cried.

It wasn’t an outburst of pouring tears nor a cry of eternal joy. It was simply a few tears running down the sides of your face as you smiled and let out a sigh of contentedness, one, perhaps, you had been holding in for years. Years of bending to people’s wishes, even if it meant giving up your pleasure, years of shameful attempts at fucking yourself to exhaustion only to gain no reward, years of yearning for precisely what you were just given. 

“You’re loud,” Emily whispered against your belly, kissing the small divot of your belly button. 

You waited for a spell, colour draining from your face. Dawning on you was the realisation that whilst you may have thoroughly, thoroughly enjoyed yourself; your counterpart may not have. 

You shifted uncomfortably, turning your head to mask your blush. 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, hoping the blotchy red patches on your cheek mirrored ones of exhaustion, not embarrassment. 

Emily shook her head, making no rush to work her way back up your body. Each kiss felt like fire and ice. 

When she finally did meet your eyes, she gave you a small smirk.

“I like it. It’s refreshing,” the brunette muttered, touching her lips to yours, painting your mouth with the tang of her tongue. 

If the kiss wasn’t reassuring enough, the next thing Emily said ensured she would find pleasure only momentarily. 

Slipping her underwear off to her ankle, she flicked the offending garment far across your room and sidled up your body till her sex was waiting directly over your mouth. 

“Never have I ever…”

Tags: @ssa-sapphic @red1culous @sapphicprentiss @five-bi-five-mind @whosprentiss @asolitaryrose3 @imlike-so-gaydude @maybe-a-humanbean @bossofcriminalminds @jareguiromanoff @lovelyy-moonlight @storiesofsvu @mrs-prentiss @romanoffsho @waitaminutebaby @jarexuslover @lesbodietcoke @milfsincrime @noahrex @pnsteblnme @girloversstuff @ratsnestinmyhair @propertyofemilyprentiss @chloeelou02x @gayestswiftie @waitaminuteashh @chestnutninny @evelinearmani @luv-unknwn @lesbodietcoke | click here to be added to my taglist

They deserve to be happy.

| harley prentiss

| criminal minds

| emily x reader

| fluff

| 1963 words

"MAMA" you heard a little voice jump on your bed.

"Hey you" you smiled as you pulled your 3 year old daughter up for a hug.

"Hi mama" she smiled as you brushed her messy morning hair out of her face.

"Why are you up so early missy" you playfully queried.

"Saturday and I'm excited for Michael's birthday party" she shrugged.

"Harley" you chuckled before shifting her in the middle of you and your wife "Michael's birthday isn't until 5 honey, you've got plenty of time" you smiled playing with her hair.

"What time is it now?" she furrowed her eyebrows at the confusion.

"8am sweetheart" you leaned down to give her a kiss on her head, she sat up to see Emily still sleeping on her side, facing away from you both.

"Mommy's lazy" she giggled making you laugh too.

"I think someone should wake her" you whispered giving her an idea.

"MOMMY" Harley shouted at her giggling as Emily fluttered her eyes trying to get up.

"Harls" Emily groaned as you and Harley laughed "did mama tell you to wake me up like this?" Emily tickled your daughter and your heart melted at the sight as your daughter was giggling breathlessly

"Mhmm" she smiled, giggling trying to answer her mother.

"Hey" you playfully chastised "I thought we were a team" you joined Emily in tickling your daughter.

Roars of laughter could be heard from the Prentiss bedroom, you decided to stay in bed a little while longer and get some more sleep.

You woke up around 11am with no Emily or Harley in your bed

"Harls?" you called out "Em?" you replied confused.

You heard Emily shushing Harley from the kitchen and you made your way down there, you watched as Emily was making breakfast and dancing with Harley in her arms at the same time, you quickly snapped a photo and sent it to JJ and Garcia.

You watched in awe for a few minutes before walking up them and placing a kiss on Harley's head.

"Mama" she said excitedly as she wriggled out of Emily's arms.

"Hi Harley" you drawled as you grinned at her.

You wrapped your arms around Emily's back and put your chin on her shoulder "you're making breakfast?" you whispered.

"Mhmm" she replied absentmindedly while focusing on cooking.

"I love you" you pressed a kiss to her back and turned around to pick up Harley.

"I love you too" Emily put the frying pan down to turn around to kiss you.

"I love you three" Harley spoke up making you all three laugh at the same time.

"You are the cutest ever Harley Prentiss you know that" you said as you tapped the end of your nose "cuter than mommy" you whispered.

"Heard that" Emily replied absentmindedly, focusing on her coffee, you and Harley both wore the same shocked expression, putting down her mug, "breakfast time"' You took Harley's hand and sat her down at the table, tucking her chair under and kissing the top of her head when you did it, sitting to the left of her.

"Thank you mommy" Harley smiled with the plastic knife and fork in her hand with a napkin tucked into her Sesame Street pajamas.

"Thank you mommy" you winked at Emily, Emily trying to cover her blush as best as she could whilst serving you and Harley breakfast.

"Alright" Emily sighed as she sat down on the other side of your daughter, on the end of the table "who's hungry?" Emily asked rhetorically.

"Me me me me me me me" Harley grinned as she bounced the knife and fork up and down several times, resulting in a laugh from you and Emily.

"I say get this lady some breakfast" you laughed, Harley nodding which only made you and Emily laugh harder.

After breakfast, Emily bathed Harley while you offered to do the dishes and clean the kitchen, it didn't take long so you got Harley's clothes out for Michael's birthday, you got yours out too, you walked in the bathroom.

"Em? honey what are you wearing to Michael's birthday?" you questioned.

"I'm almost done with Harls, I'll have a look while you get her dry?" she questioned back.

"Sure babe" you leaned down to kiss Emily's head.

"And me mama" Harley grinned wanting a kiss also.

"You too baby" you leaned over Emily, balancing your hands on her shoulders to steady yourself, to kiss Harley's head which made her giggle "I have her clothes set out on the bed" you informed Emily with a whisper, Emily nodded craining her neck to look up at you, as she finished Harley's bath.

"Harley, shoes" you called to her as she was running in her dress and tights around the open planned living room the kitchen.

"Harley, listen to your mother" Emily said sternly.

When she was coming past you by the front door, you grabbed her and picked her up as Emily picked up her shoes and you made your way to the car, Emily picking up Michael's birthday card and present on the way out.

You decided on driving, only deeming it fair as Emily drove to the zoo last week.

"She got them on?" you whispered to Emily, Emily subtly looked back and noticed her shoes still on the seat next to her, she shook her head, you and Emily both let out a sigh.

"Babe, we're almost at JJ's put your shoes on" you coaxed, knowing you still had a while to go you just wanted her to be ready.

Harley nodded her head slightly and started putting them on.

"Good girl Harley" Em praised, earning a grin from Harley, you interlocked your hands and lifted her knuckles to your mouth to kiss them.

"I love you" you sighed.

"I love you too" Emily whispered.

"I love you three" Harley shouted at the back, earning both smirks and giggles from you and Emily.

☆

"Hey, you guys made it" JJ smiled as she hugged you and Emily "look at you Harley" JJ praised as Harley twirled and showed off her new dress to auntie JJ.

"Harley" Michael appeared behind JJ, Harley giving the card and the present to him instead of JJ "thank you" they both hugged, making you and JJ smile, Emily was quick to capture a photo.

"Cute picture of you and Harley earlier Em" JJ winked at you, making you smirk, Emily furrowed her eyebrows in confusion turning to you to offer an explanation.

"I saw you and Harley dancing in the kitchen and I sent a picture to JJ" you grinned, showing your new lockscreen to Emily, you then pulled Emily in by her waist to kiss her "sorry babe"

"You're forgiven" Emily nodded as soon as she kissed you, humming contently, you hurried Harley out of the hallway and into the living room where Jack, Henry, and Hank were already.

"It's nice having a girl here" Savanah sighed.

"Sav" you turned around to hug Savanah, you hadn't seen her in a while, begging Derek to bring her to girls nights, but because she works in a hospital it was hard to get off at the same time.

"Hey Y/N, Emily" she greeted as she hugged you, you turned back around to see your daughter with Spencer and JJ on the floor with the other kids.

"I'm gonna get a drink" Emily spoke as you felt a gentle hand graze your back, leaving quickly just as fast as it appeared.

"Mhmm" you nodded "get me one too" you smiled and pouted a little, knowing that that it was it took to work every time.

"Sure honey" Emily smiled.

You watched as Emily made her way around the kitchen, making her way around the kitchen to get a drink "she's so beautiful" Savannah nodded to your baby.

"She is" you smiled at her, not turning your focus away from Harley who was passing toy shaped blocks to JJ "she looks so much like Emily, they're everything to me" you sighed contently, Savannah laughed slightly in agreement.

"Oh hey" you noticed Emily coming back with two glasses of wine in her hand "thank you babe" you smiled as you kissed her cheek.

"Mama" Harley smiled as she came running over to you.

"Hey baby" you smiled as you handed Savannah your glass for you to pick up your 3 year old "what's gotten you so excited?" you smiled as Harley threw her head back as you tickled her.

"JJ" she giggled loudly.

"You love JJ huh" you smiled at her and then at Emily, Emily smiling back at you.

"Mhmm" Harley agreed defiantly.

"Can we have Auntie JJ sleepover next weekend?" she asked with a widened expression.

"If it's okay with JJ?" you raised an eyebrow to JJ who nodded "only if she brings the boys?" JJ silently thanked you by her shoulders relaxing, which made you laugh.

Harley pretended to think about it while stamping a finger to her chin and furrowing her eyebrows "that's okay with me" she smiled as JJ walked over

"Well, I'd say it better had been because otherwise I don't know what I'd do without my boys" JJ laughed as she took Harley from your hands, taking her into the room with the other children.

☆

You were driving home after a night full of cake, presents, and some karaoke, it was a perfect ending to a perfect party, you finally were in the car around 9pm, you drove home because you didn't drink, you handed the glass of wine Emily gave you to Savannah and then you decided on becoming the designated driver.

"Is she sleeping?" you asked Emily softly, Emily craning her neck to check.

"Out cold" Emily nodded, laughing at how easily your daughter was able to sleep.

"She's just like you, you know?" you inquired, Emily furrowed her eyebrows "yeah so you both snore and sleep talk, it takes you both under five minutes to go to sleep, i'm your favourite person ever blah blah blah" you grinned, Emily returning a similar one.

"Come on" Emily groaned as she lifted Harley out of her car seat, you taking the car seat in behind her.

Harley stirred a little in her sleep whilst waking up the steps to your house but Emily cooed her and rocked her back to sleep.

Emily unlocked the door and you both made it upstairs to Harley's room, you managed to get her changed without waking her, you both took turns to kiss her goodnight.

You and Emily both stood there at Harley's doorframe, watching her sleep, Emily placed an arm around you whilst you hugged her waist, both of you focusing on her.

"I was telling Sav earlier she looks and reminds me so much of you Em" you looked up her.

"You think she looks like me?" she smiled, you bit your lip, smiled and nodded "I do, yeah, everything she does it just reminds me of you, usually she does things that you would do, I love it Em, I love having a mini us running around"

"I love you so much babe" Emily kissed your lips.

"I love you too" you smiled "come on let's go to bed, I'm tired" you tried your to stifle back a yawn but you couldn't, Emily laughed at you slightly.

She nodded in agreement "let's go"

You got changes and got into bed, you curled up next to Emily, her arm under you and her other arm on top of your waist, both of your favourite sleeping positions.

"Goodnight" you sat up enough to kiss her arm that you were leaning on "I love you"

"Goodnight I love you so much" Emily smiled.

Sweet Understanding - Emily Prentiss

Summary: Reader has a rough day at work and Emily knows just how to relieve some stress.

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: reader has sensory issues but specific condition is not mentioned. inspired by my real life experiences, i have adhd and get very easily overstimulated so i did get a little self indulgent with this one lol

TW: fingering, oral sex, praise kink, afab reader, use of “girl” and she/her pronouns in reference to reader, mentions of sensory issues, borderline excessive use of pet names, reader is submissive & slightly unsure of herself

Rating: R, there’s a lot of fluff here but it develops into smut so 18+ only please!

——

You shut the door a little too hard behind you as you dropped your bag to the floor, sigh of relief falling from your lips.

“What’s wrong baby?” Emily questioned, getting up from her place on the couch to walk over to you. Her slender arms wrapped around your frame, pulling you into a much-needed hug after the day you’d had.

“Work was awful, my whole body is sore and I had to fight through how overstimulated everything about that place makes me all day.” You stumbled over your words, your brain struggling to form a coherent thought with how low your social battery was from all of the interactions you had to engage in throughout the day.

“I’m sorry you had a tough day sweet girl, is there anything I can do to help?” Her hand cupped your cheek, thumb swiping softly over your skin. You lean into her touch, looking into her eyes as you search for any semblance of hesitation, but there is none. Emily doesn’t have any reservations about your relationship, she knows how tough your sensory issues are to handle and all she wants is to make life a little easier for you in any way she can. You’re too precious to her, she never wants to see you in pain if she can help it.

“Maybe a bath…together?” You suggest, crimson blush rising over your cheeks. You’re still a little shy to initiate intimacy of any kind, learning to ask for touch from the one person who’s touch you desire most is all so foreign to you after a lifetime of discomfort with contact from others.

“That is an excellent idea, can you get the water running angel? I just have to grab a couple things and I’ll be right in.” You nod and she kisses you on the forehead before parting, making you way to your ensuite bathroom. When Emily was apartment hunting she specifically wanted a tub deep enough to fit two people. As strong as the front she puts up is, she’s really a romantic at heart, and recreating a romcom bubble bath scene had been on her bucket list for awhile. You were grateful for that now, illicit thoughts floating through your mind as you watched the water slowly fill up the tub.

Emily finally joined you, setting your favorite scented lotion on the bathroom counter and pouring some bubble bath into the still-rising water.

“Give me your hands, sweetheart.” She cooed, opening the bottle of lotion and taking a small amount into her palms. She took your hands in hers, her fingers gently massaging the tired muscles in your palms and giving the cracked skin on the back of your hands some much-needed moisture. She knew you couldn’t stand the feeling of your hands being dry, it was one of the seemingly small things that she could help, and she didn’t mind getting to have a little extra time holding your hand.

Once she finished, she helped lift your top over your head, goosebumps forming as the cool air hit your bare skin. You both continued to undress until you were completely bare, your nipples perking at the exposure.

Emily took your hand, letting you brace yourself against her for extra stability as you stepped into the tub, sinking into the warm water. Once you were properly settled she stepped in behind you, her back resting against the side of the tub as she pulled your hips back so you were between her legs, your back flush with her chest. You snuggled into her, resting your head on her shoulder and enjoying the way the warm water soothed your aching legs.

“You’re so beautiful babydoll.” Her voice was smooth, and her praise caused your cheeks to flush again.

“Thank you my love.” You purred, relaxing fully against her. Her fingers began to trace patterns up your sides, fingertips dancing along the sides of your breasts. A chill ran up your spine at the sensitive touch, a dull ache growing between your thighs. Her touch became more intense, hands cupping your breasts, gently kneading as your nipples rubbed against her palms. You whined, growing desperate for more.

“What do you need, sweet girl?” She asked, rolling your nipples between her fingers in hopes of eliciting more sounds from you. It worked, whimpers falling from your lips as she tweaked your sensitive buds.

“Touch me please.” You whine, squirming against her.

“I’m already touching you angel, you need to be more specific.”

“Between my legs, please.” You can’t articulate exactly what you want because you’re honestly not sure, you just want her to do whatever she wants with your pussy.

Her right hand movies to your inner thigh, fingers inching closer until she traces your labia, teasingly rubbing just beside your clit. You whine in frustration before taking her hand in yours and placing her fingers on your clit.

“Right here.” You sigh, closing your eyes in anticipation. She rubs slowly at first, almost agonizingly so before picking up the pace, rubbing quick circles over your bundle of nerves. The water begins to sway ever so slightly around you, her arm movements creating gentle waves. You nuzzle your forehead against her neck, soft moans falling just beneath her ear, spurring her on. Before you know it she’s dipping her index and middle fingers inside of you, thumb taking over rubbing your clit as she curls her fingers inside of you.

You’re losing all semblance of reality, only able to focus on her slender fingers pumping expertly into you, coaxing out desperate whimpers as your release draws closer and closer.

Your walls start to contract around her fingers, telling her you were teetering on the edge of release.

“That’s it sweetheart, let go.” She whispers, holding her pace steady until you cry out, a broken sob wracking your body as euphoria washes over you, the tension that had built up throughout the day finally releasing.

Emily slows her ministrations, helping you work through your orgasm before withdrawing her fingers from your pulsing cunt. She plants a kiss on your forehead once more, looking lovingly into your hazy eyes.

“So good for me, angel.” She praises, letting you recover for a moment. You plant kisses along her jawline, taking your hand in yours.

“Thank you.” You sigh, content to sit here with her until the end of time.

“I’m always happy to help you, no matter what.”

“I know, but you’re always so busy and I don’t want to add any stress, it’s not fair to you.” Guilt starts to creep in slightly as you realize you hadn’t asked how her day was when you got home.

“Baby, the team hasn’t had a case in 2 weeks, I’ve done nothing but paperwork all day. You are under a lot more stress than I am right now, and I know you’ll return the favor so don’t worry about it.” She reassured, squeezing your hand.

“Can I do that now? Return the favor, I mean.” You start to rise from the tub, reaching out your hand to help Emily up. She smiles at you, nodding approval as she steps out. The two of you quickly dry off, trailing into the bedroom.

“How do you want me?” She questions, okay with whatever position is most comfortable for you.

“Sit against the headboard and spread your legs, please.” You tell her, always polite even in your desires. She does just what you ask, giving you a full view of her gorgeous cunt. You climb on the bed with her, moving to lay on your stomach with your head between her legs. You look up at her longingly and she smiles down at you, lightly nodding to give you the go ahead.

You dive in, tongue lapping long flat stripes through her folds, desperate to taste as much of her as possible. You were hungry, savoring the delicious taste of her arousal as you dipped your tongue inside of her. Her hand found its way to your hair, fingers tangling in soft strands as she pulled you closer.

Your hand joined your mouth, fingers sliding into her to feel the warmth of her walls pulsing around them. Your tongue gave kitten licks to her clit, slowly increasing pressure and pace until you had her moaning and grinding her hips against you. You wrapped your lips around her bundle of nerves, sucking as you curled your fingers, knowing just how to take her over the edge. You needed to taste her cum, desperate for the sight of her milky white release on your fingers.

“Don’t stop baby, almost there!” She moaned, lightly tugging your hair as her grip locked.

You used your free hand to reach up and tweak her nipple, the added sensation delicious enough to finally give her the release you both were so desperate for. You gently licked her clit, helping her ride the wave until she relaxed, her cries of ecstasy turning to pants of relief. You removed your fingers, sucking them clean before pressing your tongue flat against her entrance to lap up the rest of her arousal.

“You are incredible.” Her words took a moment to register but the moment they did you could feel your heart swell, she was the incredible one. She made you feel more comfortable than anyone else in your life ever had, and you were so grateful for her.

“I love you.” You climbed up to lay beside her, pulling her in for a kiss. She returned the favor, her arms wrapping around your waist.

“I love you too sweet girl.”

You laid your head on her chest, her fingers toying with your hair until you drifted off to sleep.

——

tag list: @pleasantwitchgarden

DM me or send me an ask if you’d like to be added to my taglist :) I’ll be doing separate tag lists for specific characters as well so let me know if you’d like to be on my general or a specific one.