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Little Girl Gone- Emily X GN!Reader/BAU X GN!Reader.

Synopsis: Being back in your old town, it’s no surprise you’d have to see a person you never wanted to see again, the only difference this time is that you can handle yourself.

Warnings: Insinuations of past abuse but no details given, misuse of reader's pronouns by abuser not the team, talks of not handling past trauma but Emily is there for us, we’re really just a badass.

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: THIS MAY HAVE A TRIGGER FOR ANYONE WITH PAST TRAUMA AND I DIDNT INCLUDE ANY DETAILS FOR THAT REASON, IF THAT MAY BE TOO MUCH FOR YOU PLEASE SKIP THIS ONESHOT. Other than that, yes this is based off a song leave me alone 🥰 You guys have no idea how long I’ve wanted to get something out for you guys, hopefully more will come soon!

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You had heard he's back in town, and clearly, he hasn't changed a bit.

He was sitting there, appearing clueless, with you staring at him behind the glass. Your anger was boiling to the surface, and while it was clear to the team you were upset, they had no idea.

Your attention snapped back when a mention of your name was heard, the reason was beyond you, "That's what this is about? That bitch Y/n?" He chuckled and it made you sick. "Please, that little girl has nothing on me."

Hearing the way he said your name brought back some unfriendly memories you tried so hard to forget.

But when he muttered your name again, seeing how much it pissed Derek off, you knew you needed to do something. You have heard enough, it's not about you. It's about the 3 murdered girls.

You opened the door of the observation room to see Hotch standing there, "I'm going in there."

"That's not a good idea, you know that. He's trying to get under your skin."

"Hotch, with all due respect, I wasn't asking. Besides, I'm not the small child he last saw me as. I'm going in the there."

Hotch just quietly stood back, maybe a familiar face would get him to give them something they could use.

You walked into a familiar scene, Derek towering over the unsub shouting at the top of his voice, and the unsub pretending it's doing nothing to them.

"YOU HAVE NO BUSINESS-"

"Derek!"

With your interruption, both men stopped and looked towards you. Derek knew it was up to you, but he didn't like that idea. 

And him. Oh, him. 

He looked like he thought he'd finally got something he wanted if only he knew. Well, he would soon enough.

"Derek, I've got this. Go take a breather, I think Garcia has something she wanted to go over with you."

"I'm not leaving you in here with him." He stood tall in protest.

The man stood, suddenly filled with some form of faux confidence, "Yeah, little girl, you don't wanna be left here with me, unless you do?" His sadistic simper took over his face, his arm reaching out to touch you.

You grabbed his wrist and instantly snapped it back, flipping his arm behind him and then slamming him into the metal interrogation table.

"Oh, you wanna fight me now?" You pulled his arm further. "That little girl is gone. So tell me, are you big enough?"

"Fucking bitch!" His pain filled his voice and you tried to hide the joy it brought you.

"Do you feel that? Me twisting your arm until it breaks? Do you see how much stronger I've gotten?" He was struggling under you, and you were handling him with ease.

Derek was proud watching you, knowing the things that happened to you.

But the rest of the team was behind the glass watching carefully, they knew about him but not the things he'd done. But they did know your strength.

But now, he was groaning and mumbling something.

"Say that again, I didn't quite hear ya! You messed with the wrong 'bitch' in the wrong era!" You pulled him up off the table and shoved his face into the wall in a quick move, moving closer to him, "Honey, I changed so much since I last saw ya."

"I'm gonna say it, I'm proud of them." Rossi wasn't hiding his proud smile either as he watched you move him around like a rag doll.

You once again pulled him from the wall and slammed him back into the table.

"You know, maybe I will leave. I think I'd grab a cup of coffee, want some L/n?" Derek asked, knowing you definitely could handle yourself.

"I'm good, I'm awake now."

"NO NO NO! She'll kill me! You can't leave me alone with her!" He pleaded, as much as he could with his face smashed into metal.

"You know, I don't really think that's a bad thing. Do you, L/n?"

"Not at all."

He tried moving from your grasp, "No!"

"Then tell me where the girl is!" Derek slammed his hands on the table in his face, though he was still firmly pinned to the table all thanks to you, you could still feel the way he flinched.

Within the moments you walked into that room, the man finally showed how scared he actually was, realizing that now he truly is nothing.

"BOAT!"

You pull him off the table, holding him to face Derek and the team behind the mirror. 

"What was that?" You asked, hearing what he said but needing more details.

"The girl. She's on a boat. Down at the marina, slip 7."

"Ah, so you do know what's good for you." Derek said as he left the room.

"No! Wait!"

A smirk came to your face, and you knew that if you weren't an active agent you'd definitely get your revenge.

In a swift move, you had him pinned to the wall by his throat.

You took a split second to look at the man that robbed you of so much.

My god did he look like shit.

Years didn't do him good, and the illegal things he tried to hide likely didn't help.

"You. You got lucky. I've got too damn much to lose if I go after you now," You were practically seething. "But know this, you are nothing. You are shit. I took all of what happened to me, and I made something of myself. I did. Me. So don't you think for one second that you ever had an effect on me." He definitely had an effect on you, years worth of effects. But he wasn't going to know that. He didn't need that. 

He may have ruined the child you were, but he doesn't get to even be near the person you grew into.

You simply released him, part of the child that's still inside you wanted to do more but the other part of that child was so proud of how far you came.

You left him for the uniformed officer to take, walking out of the interrogation room to get some air or a drink, only there was something in your path.

Or rather, some people.

Half the team to be precise. David, Emily, and Reid were still in the precinct. And they just witnessed basically everything.

"I'm proud of you kiddo," Rossi spoke first, and only then did you release the breath you were holding.

"Thanks."

"I think this calls for a celebration, tonight. Your pick." He spoke with a head nod and walked out.

Reid just did his smile thing, and you knew you'd both likely have a conversation later.

But Emily, she stayed put, letting you go to her.

"You know you can let it out now, only if you want of course." She said finally as you walked up to her.

A shaky breath left you and you attempted to hide it with a faux chuckle.

She did know you the best.

"Come on, out with it. You know you can talk to me." Her damn eyebrow raise had you wanted to spill everything like always.

"I was so scared, Em." Another unstable breath came from your lips.

Emily reached up to wipe a tear you hadn't felt escape.

"God, I'd be worried if you weren't. You're only human." Her hand went to cup your cheeks, and for a second you simply looked into her eyes.

You didn't really know what to say, so you said nothing. You feared the only thing that would come out would be a sob.

"You handled that so well, and I speak for the team when I say I'm proud of you. It was hot the way you handled him." A small chuckle left you, she always knew how to get you to laugh.

"It just, brought back so many things I've tried for so long to forget." You looked to the floor with shame, ashamed it still got to you.

"Hey, look at me," She pointed your chin so you'd look at her. "Don't think that there's ever a right time to just 'get over it' because there's not. Everyone has their own timeline, and their own way of coping, that makes us human. And the fact that you didn't give in to the revenge you know you were thinking of, just shows how much you've grown."

She was right. Of course she was, when wasn't she? She knew the ins and outs of you. Every curve and every line. She knew your soul better than your body did.

"Come on, the team will finish the paperwork and we can go back to the hotel, you can shower and we'll meet them after for drinks." Your head rested against her shoulder as she put her arm around you while you both walked out of the precinct.

While you both arrived at your hotel room, the team safely got the girl from the boat, though she was a bit shaken up, she was unharmed. Physically, at least.

While the shower helped relax your tense body, it didn't help much with the resurfacing memories. You were simply disassociating at a cracked shower tile until Emily took it upon herself to be your distraction in the shower.

And of course, it certainly helped.

And later on, the team did their best to talk about pretty much anything but the case. Not like you were really upset about that honestly.

Having the people who you cared about around you, that's what helped the most. Having your love by your side and having your family around you.

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I feel like I’m forgetting a few people on my tag list so comment if you want to be a part of my updated tag list!

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i feel a normal amount of emotions about this fictional woman i promise

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Thank you for the kudos’ 🥰🥰🫶🏻 I appreciate every one I get!

“Lesso wasn't entirely sure if the plan she had mentally made was a fully conscious decision, but it was a plan regardless.” From my WIP ‘Different Doesn’t Mean Bad’.

And honestly, I wish I had an answer for which would likely be next but I sadly don’t. I just know I want something out for you guys. In a perfect world, everything would get done but I know that’s unrealistic. I’m gonna do my best to get something done tonight since I’m off work tomorrow and my motivation is highest late night.

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https://www.tumblr.com/i-write-sometimes-maybe/748834696642936832/dooo-the-lady-lesso-x-reader-please-literally

In response to this, not everyone has stopped writting lesso… just gotta know where to find the right people.

Also we all love and appreciate you🩵

That’s so fkin true! If anything, I’m one of the ones that’s stopped writing (again, not by my own choice).

There’s still some blogs out there that write for our lovely Dean of Evil, some searching is just needed!

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🍄 and also *yells at you to finish a wip*

Innocent seeming Ever that can’t keep her eyes off Lesso + Lesso that can’t wait to see what the Ever can actually do and have them all to herself = Lesso finding out the reader has very interesting powers and the reader finding out they’re Lesso’s one weakness. (Ahem, smut too)

*appreciates all the yelling*

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DOOO THE LADY LESSO X READER

Please LITERALLY EVERYONE STOPPED, YOUR MY ONLY HOPE

DO IT, DOOOOO IT

Please

THANK YOU FOR YELLING AT ME MY LOVE! IT ACTUALLY HELPED!

And can do 🫡 I promise I’ll at least work on my WIP today (ofc I’ll try to finish it)

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🖍❤️

YAY AN ASK AND AN ASK FROM THE GAME THANK YOUUU!!

Thank you for the extra kudos 🥹

Any sentence huh? This one will be from my untitled Lesso WIP,

“You took a few steps to her, stepping almost directly against her, just enough to leave her wanting to feel more.”

If anyone wants to help me come up with a title for this one, it’s basically a domme!reader (could be gn, I haven’t written enough of it yet to sway one way) with mutual pining. 😁😁🫶🏻

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I really wanna finish this one called ‘Disobedient’ it’s a Domme!Lesso x Sub!Reader and I’m about halfway with it!

(Please some yell at me to work on it for you guys, I’ve had it in the works since October 😭😭)

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OOOOOO DO THIS PLEASEEEEE

An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)

I am also procrastinating actually writing. If you’ve multiple works in progress you can give a different answer every time!

🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Enjoy!

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some of you need to romanticise the fucking paragraph break

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I’m sorry I haven’t been too active! I promise I’m still here for you guys!!

I’m gonna try my best to get a one shot finished tonight so I can have something for you guys, I know it’s been forever.

While I haven’t been posting my OneShots (I do have some in the works) I should probably update you guys on my last 6ish months!

In the last 6 months I… left a toxic relationship. I got a second job. I got my very own apartment and moved out on my own for the first time. I then quit my very stressful toxic and shitty full time job because I got another one.

So while I haven’t really had time or motivation to write, I’ve come to miss it! I promise I haven’t given up and I know there’s many of you awaiting my OneShots too! So now that I’m not stressed with work, I want to get them out for you!!

My asks are always open if anyone wants to chat or has questions/requests!

I’ll keep yall updated!! ❤️❤️

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so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god

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Hiii, hope it's alright if I send a request :333

First of all, love your writing bestieee

So this ideaaaa has been sitting in my notes for a very long time but I feel like you'd write it better

Soooo

Lady Lesso x platonic!reader. A first year, smol bean, new to everything. She's bit different than everyone, she has tiny horns and at first she covers them with a hat because she's very self conscious about them! And of course mother Lesso guides the reader and helps her accept the horns.

This causes horns to grow! And they get even more gorgeous!

But of course there has to be a plot twist

A jealous evil older boy lures the reader somewhere private and cuts the horns off.

(See the allegory, the metaphor?)

Lady Lesso hears a commotion in the hall, the whole school gathered below these horns who the boy hanged them onto the ceiling, showing them like a trophy.

You can decide here if you want it to be angsty and make it so the horns never grow back... or if there's a spell/potion that make the horns grow back even more gorgeous.

Hope it's okay and not too long ;)) and most importantly fun to write

Can't wait to read it :)))))

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AHHHHH I LOVE THIS LITERALLY SO MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEA! Also I appreciate the confidence you have in me 😅❤️

I’m so gonna have to write this like ASAP. I’m at work but I don’t even care I’ll start this rn. I am still working on my other onshots, don’t fret my loves!

*I am in the process of moving on top of working two jobs so I don’t have an exact date for when my OneShots will be out.*

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Women are so attractive actually i love women so much it’s actually insane

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Me: *is sad that the fics I love that were updating weekly/regularly haven’t been lately*

Also me: *is a total fucking hypocrite bc I haven’t updated my fics on a regular basis in MONTHS*

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Oh my lord

Hello😅. How are you? Doing good?

What do you think about Sub!Larissa x Dom!Fem!Reader. Larissa being just utterly dominated in every possible way while being forced to look in the mirror. Just being fucked dumb, and ofc some aftercare for the good girl.🤎

Utter Submission ~Sub!Larissa Weems xFem Dom!Reader

Summary— Read Request. Anon Response— Hello there, anon!! I am doing alright, thank you for asking. Thank you for the request! I absolutely would love to write this, we could always use more Sub!Larissa content. Hope you Enjoy! ♥️♥️

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, strap-on fucking, doggystyle sex, overstimulation, dom/sub relations, begging, teasing, multiple orgasms, aftercare, kisses, happy ending fluff, etc.

Enjoy (;

Larissa’s head started to loll as her eyes started to drag shut from all the stimulators pleasure she was experiencing. Your hand that was woven through her long platinum locks gave the woman’s head a tug back up, as you pounded into her from behind.

“Nuh uh Baby, keep those eyes open…” you chuckled, meeting her desperate, glossy eyes in the mirror across from the bed, “Look how good you look being fucked by my cock, hmmmm…? Being stuffed so full, fucked so dumb… You love it don’t you, baby…?”

The tall wall mirror on the across wall form the bedroom was perfect for making the blonde watch as you fucked her. On her hands and knees, Larissa mewled and whined in pleasure, her body trembling and spasming as you sent her into yet another orgasm. Your other hand firmly held her hips as your rocked your hips against her ass to fuck her through her high.

“Yes Ma’am Mmm sorry Ma’am…!!” Larissa cried out, shooting her gaze back to her needy, sweaty, orgasmic reflection in the mirror, “Love it, love it so much mmmmm Need it—!!”

You were fucking the blonde with your favorite strap, it wasn’t the biggest, but it was by far the thickest that you owned. You loved how quickly it reduced Larissa into a molten sex puddle.

“You know the rules for tonight, sweet girl… You can cum as many times as you want tonight, as long as you keep your slutty eyes on the mirror…” you cooed lustfully.

“Yes Ma’am!!” Larissa squeaked, her nails digging into the bed spread underneath her as she arched her back and ass into your frame.

The sound of skin slapping only intensified when you didn’t relent orgasm after orgasm that you drew from the submissive woman. A string of mewls and incoherent babbles spewed from Larissa’s lips. Tears were starting to form and roll down her cheeks. But nonetheless, she begged you to keep going. And you happily encouraged her.

“Please Ma’am don’t stop…!”

“Oh Baby I won’t be stopping anytime soon… you take my cock so well…”

“M-ma’am I need it… so bad aghhh—!!”

“Such a slutty girl for me, aren’t you…? All of this…? Only for me…”

“Right there GOD Ma’am!!”

“Fuck you look so fucking good taking me like this baby… Haha, I know you need it, I’ll give it all to you, pretty slut…”

By Larissa’s fourth or fifth orgasm (who knows which you both had stopped counting as they all started to kinda blend together) you could start to feel the soreness of your hips from all the movement. By the time you slowed your movements and showed signs of mercy for the woman, Larissa was tongue tied and cross eyed. Her body had gone limp and she was now on her forearms, taking real heavy, panting, deep breaths.

“Baby, I’m going to pull out of you now, mkay sweetheart…?” You cooed softly and lovingly.

A faint nod and murmur from Larissa led you to slowly pull your plastic dick out of her core. You quickly stood up, uncoupled the harness from your thighs and took off the strap-on, before running to the kitchen and bathroom to grab the proper aftercare supplies. You swiftly came back with supplies in your hands to Larissa’s limp form on the bed again.

“You did so good for me, Baby…” you gently praised the woman.

You gently climbed onto the bed and pulled Larissa gently into your lap. She blushed lightly at your praise, and instinctually let you guide her into her lap and opened her legs for you. You showed the spaced out blonde the warm washcloth you had in your hand.

“Such a good girl…” you murmured, “I’m going to clean you up a little now, alright…?”

Larissa’s eyes fluttered heavily, she brought her hands up to her eyes to rub them awake more.

“Mhmmmm yes ma’am…” Larissa sputtered, still woozy and in her sub space.

You smiled and nodded, starting to clean her gleaming skin with the warm washcloth, first her legs, then chest and back, and then thighs and core. Larissa jerked and squeaked lightly in sensitivity slightly as you gently cleaned her core with the warm towel.

“Shhhh, you’re doing so good for me, Larissa love… And no ma’am needed anymore, scene’s over. And you were such a perfect girl for me…” you softly comforted the blonde.

At this, Larissa took a deep breath and relaxed into your touch even further. You then proceeded to hand the woman a fresh bottle of water that you had gotten from the kitchen. Her shaky hands took the water graciously, with a small smile and blush.

“Thank you…” she murmured.

You put the washcloth aside, looking your lover in the eyes lovingly and tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ears.

“Drink up, my love. You need your strength… Afterwards, I need you to go to the restroom, as always, and I’ll clean up the room a bit. Then we can cuddle. How does that sound…?” You gently cooe.

Larissa twisted to face you in your lap, and smiled like a grinning idiot at your words, eagerly nodding.

“Sounds p-perfect… thank you my love” She breathed out, before pressing her lips lightly against yours in a caring, comforting kiss.

“Of course, baby. Anything for you, Larissa, you deserve the world…” you hummed happily into the light kiss.

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