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emily’s song

emily prentiss x reader

prompt: emily has been away on a case and she comes back to her girlfriend in her apartment cleaning early saturday morning to old 90s RnB love songs. and she’s educated and serenaded on the kind of love of her childhood.

a/n: can i interest anyone in a self-indulgent fluff drabble from my notes app? linked all the songs. and a surprise at the end. not edited at all and way longer than i intended.

emily sighed as her to her apartment door came into her vision. she and the team had been off in the texas heat chasing down another serial killer. two week away from home was already taxing enough but it was the first time she’d been gone this long as a girlfriend. emily had been seeing y/n for about six months now and she’d finally worked up the courage to make it official four weeks ago.

y/n was a childhood friend of derek’s who had moved up to DC earlier in the year. derek invited her out to drinks one night to help her get acquainted with the Virginia social scene and it didn’t take long for her to catch emily’s eye. she’d wowed the team with stories of her life in the south, had eased into a casual girls night invite the next time all of their schedules were cleared, and even got a laugh out of hotch. she unknowingly demanded the attention and interest of every room she entered. emily had been sucked in during their first meeting like everyone else, but that paid off in a way no one really saw coming.

y/n had excused herself to get another drink from the bar and as soon as she reached the bar a man twice her size sidled up next to her. derek was focused on a girl and everyone had dissolved into their own conversations in her absence but luckily emily had been keeping her eye on her for the entire night. emily did the whole knight and shining armor bit, rescuing her from unwanted attention and that had really been the start of everything. it started very casual, almost just friendly for the first couple of months. texting during the day, a quick lunch on a weekend, very casual. until emily got hurt on a case and derek let it slip to y/n. after that very minor injury (in comparison to everything emily had experienced in the past) the younger woman made it a point to check in with her everyday. emily had essentially become her best friend in DC— next to derek. and the fact that she found emily extremely attractive did nothing but fuel her actions. and just like that y/n wormed her way into emily’s most used contact and most seen friend. their schedules hardly aligned but when they did, they made it a point to get together. and now almost 7 months later, they were officially dating.

the team had initially hoped to wrap this case up in three days tops but when the killer extended his cooling off period they were forced to extend their time in texas. when she realized she wouldn’t be back she asked y/n to stop in to feed sergio while she was away. they’d both exchanged keys two weeks earlier under the guise of y/n needing emily to water her plants and with the access it just made sense.

it was nearing 10am when emily finally made it to her door and pushed the key in the lock. expecting to meet a dark and silent apartment she was very shocked to hear music flowing through the walls and lights on everywhere. the song playing was unfamiliar to her but she what was familiar was the voice singing along to the song. she quickly disarmed her alarm and slipped out of her shoes. she definitely hadn’t expected her girlfriend but she wasn’t mad about it at all.

“babe?” emily called into the apartment as she shrugged her go-bag off her shoulder as well.

“bathroom!” y/n called, before going back to singing along. emily followed the sound of her voice and grabbed sergio on the way and leaned against the doorframe of her ensuite.

“what are you doing?” emily asked as her eyes swept the room to find y/n on her hands and knees in the bathtub. y/n staying the night was already a surprise, but she really hadn’t been expecting her to be cleaning her apartment.

“it’s saturday baby.” y/n answered matter of factly.

“well yes, that’s true. but why are you scrubbing my bathtub right now?” emily asked in confusion. “is this your way of subtly telling me im a slob?”

y/n chuckled softly and leaned back to meet emily’s eyes, “no. this is just how i start my weekend. and i figured you wouldn’t mind coming home to a clean apartment.”

“huh, you do this every saturday?” emily asked curiously as she moved to perch on the bathroom counter.

“yep, been doing it since i was a child. every saturday my mom would wake us up, turn on her favorite songs and put us to work. we’d get to start the week in a clean house and it was a sort of symbolic cleansing of the week. i guess it kinda stuck with me.”

“so it’s a learned behavior.” emily hummed as she scratched behind sergio’s head.

“okay miss profiler. it’s my routine. i didn’t mean to fall asleep here last night but since i did i figured i’d do a lil cleaning before you got back.” y/n said climbing out of the bathtub to stand between emily’s legs.

emily smiled and released sergio to settle her hands on y/n’s waist, “well how much have you done?”

y/n smiled and pulled the rubber gloves from her hands, “i spent most of the morning in your bedroom, specifically your shoe closet.” she teased as emily rolled her eyes. “since i’m done in here i’ve just gotta finish in the kitchen.”

“how long have you been awake? do you wake up this early every saturday?” emily asked incredulously.

“not always, it’s just how i was raised baby. come on, i’ll make you something to eat while i finish up.” y/n smiled and patted emily’s hip.

“she cooks and she cleans?” emily teases following the younger woman into the kitchen.

“housewife training.” y/n winked, focusing on piecing together something for them both to eat.

as emily watched y/n work, she took the time to listen to the music that had been playing through the apartment. the songs had to be old. they didn’t sound like anything she’d heard on the radio within the last ten years.

“have you ever loved somebody so much it makes you cry? have you ever needed something so bad you can’t sleep at night?” y/n sang softly as she scrambled eggs. her hips swayed softly to the beat. emily watched and listened closely. over the past couple of months emily had grown to love y/n’s singing voice but she’s never heard her sing songs like this.

she plated the food and brought the plates over to the island where emily sat watching. y/n paused her singing to plant a soft kiss on emily’s lips then slid onto the island stool next to her to dive into the food. the song came to an end and faded into another, instrumentally specific and again about love.

“what are you listening to?” emily asked after spending most of their impromptu breakfast staring at y/n’s mouth watching her sing along to love song after love song.

“this song is addicted by sisqo.” y/n answered easily as she washed dishes.

“sisqo? as in thong song sisqo?” emily asked.

“yep! same album, just not on this playlist.”

“and what exactly is this playlist? i haven’t known a single song since i walked through the door.”

“not a single one? now that’s just wrong.”

“i can tell they’re older love songs? RnB? 90s?” emily deduced.

“are you using profiling to figure out what we're listening to? you’re almost as bad as the people who shazam songs in the car instead of just asking.” y/n laughed. “if you must know, this is my emily playlist.”

“i have a playlist?” emily asked cheeks tinting with a blush.

“you do. a playlist full of songs you’ve apparently never heard before.”

“well how do you decide what songs go on this playlist?”

“well if i hear a song and picture you— it gets added. something about the lyrics ‘just take my love baby, because you are so dear to me.’ just scream emily prentiss.”

“you have a playlist of love songs about me?”

“i’ll try not to be offended that you don’t have one for me.” y/n teased but moved to bring her phone over to the profiler. “take a look.”

emily rolled her eyes at the tease but picked up the phone trying to distract from the blush taking over her cheeks. she scrolled studiously. it really was a playlist with her name on it. brandy, monica, aaliyah, mariah carey, jodeci, and more. emily smiled softly at just the titles of the songs and turned her warm eyes on the younger woman wiping the counters down.

“you wake up every saturday and clean while you listen to songs that remind you of me…” emily allowed a smirk to color her words in an attempt to hide just how bashful she was actually feeling. she’d never really experienced this kind of outright proclamation of love.

y/n clocked emily’s blush and deflection almost immediately and made her way over to the older woman with a soft smile. she swiped her phone and put on one of the songs.

“someone’s playing cocky to deflect but i’ll let it slide if you dance with me.” y/n extended her hand to emily and pulled her to her feet easily. the pair slotted together in a familiar dance. y/n’s arms wound around emily’s neck pulling her close and brought her lips to her ear. the song forever my lady swelled through the apartment and the lyrics caught emily’s attention.

“so you’re having my baby, that reminds you of me? you trying to tell me something?” emily snickered squeezing the younger woman’s waist.

“not that part particularly but you never know if that’ll change. just listen to the other words.” y/n prompted placing a kiss to the skin beneath her ear. “forever my lady. it’s like a dream. i’m holding you close , you’re keeping me warm. if this is ecstasy.” y/n sang quietly to emily as they swayed. as the song continued, emily’s heart swelled. she’d really lucked out in the romance department with this one.

“you know you’re quite romantic.” emily whispered as the song came to an end and faded into another.

“only for you baby, only for you.” y/n smiled and pulled back to press a sweet kiss to emily’s lips.

emily made a mental note to start her own playlist.

here’s an edit that basically inspired this whole thing :)

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igsuhrheos · 21 days

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Sub!Natasha who likes to be manhandled x Dom!Wanda who likes to overstimulate her gf

Wanda pushing Natasha's face into a pillow, her hands twisting pathetically behind her back against her restraints. Wanda's strap sliding easily inside Natasha's tight, wet pussy. Her other hand switching on a vibrator and maneuvering it under Natasha's stomach until it rests against her protruding clit.

Natasha squirming and whining into the pillow, her body convulsing through another powerful orgasm, sweat dampening her skin. Wanda licking her beck, the slightly salty taste causing her to rut her hips further into Natasha's sensitive pussy.

"Please, too much. Stop, Wanda I... I can't..."

"Stop? Are you sure? Just a minute ago you were begging me to fuck you again. Besides, that didn't sound like a safe word to me."

"Fuck, please..."

"One more, baby. Don't try and squirm away. Oh, I'm being too rough? Don't lie to me, we both know how much you love bruises around your hips."

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igsuhrheos · 22 days

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my beautiful beautiful wife ♡

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igsuhrheos · 23 days

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"ughhh yeah" Abby groans, smiling soo cocky while she rides your face. her fingers are tangled in your hair, pulling when you try to tease her. her chest is going up and down soo fast. her cheeks are beginning to flush. you can feel her thighs tense around your head, trying not to close around your head. you whine against her clit, going as fast as you can. "ah- shit" she moans, knuckles going white with how hard she's holding the head board. her brows knot together and her nose scrunches up, pretty eyes fluttering shut. "I'm gonna cum..." she whines breathlessly "oh~ I'm cumming- fuck" she hisses, hips stuttering along your tongue till you feel a thicker substance drool out and onto your tongue.

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igsuhrheos · 26 days

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abby and pillow princess reader??

fuck I know I said I couldn’t write but I needed to stay up to write this — it reminded me too much of my wonderful butch so here we fucking go <3

cw: daddy term, strap use, oral and fingering. men minors blank blogs dni or follow!

abby’s mouth is warm and wet as she kisses and sucks at your neck, her hands gripping you as she presses herself against your plush body. abby’s hands feel so good gripping your pillowy hips as she encourages you to move your hips against her thigh.

“abby wait,” you sigh as she starts to bite a mark into your neck, “it’s fuck -“ you gulp - “please let me do something, I never give you anything-“

abby pulls back as if offended, watching you pant under is making her fucking throb for you. but she needs to understand what you mean first, she lays herself gently over you and strokes your face gingerly.

“baby, what are you saying?” she asks so softly, so wholeheartedly it makes you ache.

“I just -“ you reach for her hand and kiss the palm of it, taking a deep breath, “I don’t - I can’t really give you what what I feel like I should be when we fuck because -“

“you’re a pillow princess,” abby finishes as if it’s obvious, she’s still staring at you quizzically, “did you l think I didn’t know? what you think I thought you were just shy with the way you were jumping my bones baby?”

abby chuckles as she starts to kiss your neck again, and you gasp, back arching when she bites down - “you see that is what you give me,” abby moans, kissing you and bringing her fingers down to rub your clit gently. the way you start to pant instead of kiss, mouth opening in a whine, your body melting into her touch.

“hearing you make these pretty fucking sounds, makes me so fucking hot.” abby chuckles as you buck your hips against her fingers that are prodding your soft cunt and sinking her fingers in deep inside you, curling them. you groan, eyes rolling back as abby fucks her fingers into you, hitting your gspot over and over. your mind turning fuzzy with the feeling of her fingers stretching you.

“yeah baby fuck — seeing you get all dizzy like this,” abby squeezes you tits and rubs at your clit until your thighs are shaking, “giving you pleasure, gives me pleasure, princess,”

abby moans as you cum, grunting as she pulls your pants and panties down to mouth at your cunt and moans at the taste, pulling you close and handling your legs over her shoulders.

“oh god daddy, fuck feels so good,” you whine, your hands knotting in her hair. abby slides her fingers back into your clenching pussy, “taste so good honey,” abby drunkenly slurs, grunting at the taste of you as she licks around her fingers inside you and sucking your clit.

“please, shit daddy m’gonna cum,” you yelp near riding her face until abby holds you down with her forearm and curls her fingers into you until your leaking down her wrist.

you gasp shaking and swallowing for air as abby kisses your thighs, “fuck, th-thank you,” you whine out as abby rubs her hands over you body. “no - thank you sweetheart, but daddy wants to be inside you again-“ abby presses a kiss to your mouth, removing your hoodie and immediately latching her mouth to your tits.

you scratch your nails down abby’s back as she nips and licks on your nipples, “wanna fuck you with my cock - can I?” abby moans kissing your mouth and you nod eagerly.

“look so pretty,” abby smiles kissing down your torso and then moving around her room as you kick the sheets off the bed. then the bulky blonde is clambering back on the bed, biting her lip and pulling your thighs open.

“fuck,” abby moans at the sight of your wet cunt swollen and throbbing as she slides her lubed cock into you. her brows furrowed and moaning as she sinks in.

you yelp loudly when abby starts to buck her hips and “god you take me so well” she groans, grabbing your belly and pressing your thigh into you gently so she can fuck you deep and hard, buck and roll her hips so she can see you getting all fucked out and dizzy. “fuck, daddy!” you groan trying to grab hold of anything.

“oh you’re daddy’s good girl,” abby moans lowly, her hand reaching up to encircle your neck.

abby groans, intertwining your fingers, “my sweet princess - fuck you feel so good,” she moans, snapping her hips against you until you’re cumming.

“fuck - my god I love seeing you cum,”

you huff, bucking your hips up against abby and she gently pulls out to handle you onto your belly, you roll your neck, head fuzzy as she eases her tip in and you push yourself back against her cock. your pussy still clenching and twitching.

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igsuhrheos · 26 days

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Wanda holding hands 13 bc Ur smut is the best :D

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

prompt: linking hands together during sex | warnings: (+18) smut.

“Are you sure this is safe?”

Wanda lets out a giggle at your nervousness, sitting on your thighs, her hands resting on your stomach, she stares at you, her head slightly tilted.

"Are you questioning my magical abilities?" she counters your question with another one, receiving an offended snort in return.

"Of course not!" You mutter. You were looking at her before, but ended up looking down, where the toy conjured by the witch attached to your waist vibrates softly as if it were as desperate to feel her as you were half an hour ago when you both stumbled inside the rented room at the Harkness Mansion, where Wanda has been learning all sorts of magic for the past few months. Clearly, she has learned other interesting things, outside of the mandatory curriculum.

Your hands caress her thighs, but Wanda still notices the tension in your shoulders. She softens her gaze in your direction.

"It feels good, doesn't it? No need to worry." She rations, pleased to see you bite your lip as she tentatively caresses the plastic member. When you gasp at the stimulation, she feels a twinge of pride at her successful spell, too. "You can trust me."

"I trust you, darling." You assure her, a little out of breath and sweaty. It's round two already, and Wanda just proved her point by groping your new magical member, a squeeze that almost makes you lose your train of thought. "It's me I don't trust. What are we going to do about my strength? Are you sure-"

"That's exactly why I'm on top, silly." She cuts you off, adjusting herself on your lap in a way that brings her heat right where you want her. Your grip on her thighs tightens just enough to bruise. It's her time to bite her lip. With a deep breath, she stares at your eyes. "You just need to relax, and let me take charge. I bet you'll love it."

It's your turn to look at her adoringly. "Of course I will, it's you." You comment romantically, earning a shy smile from her. But then, there's a shift in her gaze. Wanda is still looking in your eyes as she adjusts the toy into her own entrance, teasing gently before slowly sinking down. She's able to feel every inch, filling her up to the bottom.

Your hands leave her thighs to grip the sheets, and she smiles breathlessly at your visible difficulty in keeping still, your jaw tensing as your stomach muscles tighten.

"See? I told you I'd like it." She teases, still getting used to the sensation of being full. She's pleased to know she got the size right, even though she can't help but imagine trying a bigger one in the future. "I'm going to start moving now, okay baby?"

But her body was betraying her. She was still quite sensitive, coming twice before for your fingers and tongue, she didn't imagine she'd be so affected so quickly when she switched to the toy. But the sensation was truly overwhelming. It was really different to feel you filling her like that, and in the attempt to grind against your lap, her body protested, as ready for climax as she had been when she started.

You came to her rescue immediately. Sitting, one of your hands brushed her hair away from her face, to get a better look at her before kissing her. Your other hand went down, wrapping around her waist and taking control of her movements. Wanda rewarded you with an affected moan against your lips, her thighs trembling on either side of your body as you forced her hips to move against yours. She didn't want to come so fast, but she couldn't help it. Being held like this, she felt so safe and loved that the knot in her lower belly exploded almost at the same moment you whispered "I got you, lovely".

In the ecstasy of her own climax, she didn't notice your determination to hold back, unable to surrender without worries. It was only when she calmed down, breathless and still trying to get back into orbit, that she realized. Hugging you by the neck, she kissed your skin before speaking again. "I told you to trust me."

You sigh, caressing her back with open palms. "I do, but I don't want to hurt you." You murmur. Despite being bigger than Wanda, you suddenly seem very small. "Every muscle is amplified by the serum, Wands, you know that. I'm afraid I might-"

She cuts you off with a determined kiss. Wet and rough, it makes you gasp and grab her cheeks, pulling away for air. Wanda arches her back, teasing and baiting you, the image of her naked figure making you gasp. You stare at where your bodies connect, but don't move.

She grinds, and you groan. "Jesus, Wanda."

"You won't hurt me, I promise." She assures you, equally affected, having trouble keeping her eyes on you, her brow furrowed due to the roughness of her own hips' movements. Doing this, you kept hitting a sensitive spot inside her, and it was a hard feeling to ignore in order to speak. "It's part of the magic. Can you, for all that is holy, trust what I'm saying?"

You don't contradict, mainly because you're unable to hold back when Wanda is riding you so eagerly. You tense up then, panicking once you feel your climax reaching you, but to no avail, it's your attempt at holding it. An animalistic moan rips its way through your throat, and you grab Wanda's waist, holding her in place as you empty yourself inside her. She whines affectly, grabbing your shoulders as she feels the hot shot inside her.

For a second, not only the toy soften but your body too, going heavy on her. She holds both of you to the bed with her thighs around your waist, a hand caressing your hair as she tries to ignore the way your cock is still pulsing and leaking inside her.

“Need a break, baby?” She asks softly but you groan deeply, hands suddenly firming around her to flip both of you in bed. She gasps when her back hits the mattress, but her surprise is turned into something else when you pound into her with strength. “Fuck.”

Her hands fell into the bed with the shifting in the position, and Wanda's eyes widened a little when you reached for them, holding them together above her head.

This was new and Wanda was definitely not complaining.

“We should have tried this ages ago.” You say, your voice husky due to the efforts and the previous orgasms. Wanda thinks you look beautiful like this, out of breath while you fuck her. “I could be gentle but… something tells me you don't want me to.”

Your free hand moves down to flick her swollen clit between your fingers and Wanda cries out, her back arching on the bed. You smirk, adjusting just so you could move the toy that slipped out back inside her.

There's a quick teasing from your part, pushing just the tip of the toy into her overstimulated dripping pussy, but sooner than later, you push all the way inside. Cursing under your breath as Wanda fights against the hold on her hands. She wants to hold you so badly that it physically consumes her and you end up pitying her pleasing eyes and needy moans.

But you don't free her hands, instead, you entrelaces your fingers together in a deep grip that anchors her when your movements resume.

The pounding is rough, it cracks the bed and takes Wanda to a state of colorful eyes and magic emanation. The only noises in the room are the shared moaning and the obscene sounds of your cock pushing into her aching heat, the moisture of your last climax leaking into the bed. When she comes, all the lights in the bedroom flash. You follow her this time, groaning into her neck as you come.

For a second, none of you are able to say anything, all but breathless gasps leaving your lips. Then, there's a shared giggle, and your fingers, still interlaced, squeeze before letting go, only for you to remove the sweaty hair away from her face.

“Hey, you.” She smiles at your words, tired eyes threatening to close as she looks at you. “Enjoying yourself aren't you?”

“Don't tease me, when you're just whining three seconds ago.” She retorts, getting a chuckle from you. Wanda let her hands cross behind your neck. “Wanna join me in the shower?”

“Honey, if I ever say no to that, you can bet I lost my mind for good.” You joke, muffling her and giggling with your mouth.

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igsuhrheos · 28 days

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Hiii congrats on hitting 200!! I love the concept you got going on!! I’d like to request Andromeda and the prompt 20? Emily let’s you borrow a shirt or sweater but seeing you on her clothes is her fave thing so she is all lovey dovey and all super super clingy and sweet. Don’t worry about it if you don’t feel like this, I understand ❤️

Hii sweetheart, tysm!! This was so fun to write, I hope you like it <3

Join my celebration here!

Word count: 0.9k

It’s not that you want to go home, but at this point you practically have no choice.

“Em, I don’t have any clean clothes.” You mumble, trying your best not to sink into her embrace as she hugs you from behind. It’s a very effective trap.

“Well gee, it’s not like there’s a fully stocked closet here.” Her voice drips with sarcasm. You roll your eyes.

“Emily—”

She turns you around abruptly, cutting the protest off just as it reaches your lips. Those eyes of hers stare into your soul as she cups your cheek with a warm hand, her brows furrowing in disapproval.

“Honey, I’m serious. We can throw your clothes in the wash. I’m pretty sure this,” she tugs at your sweater, “is clean, but you can borrow mine if you don’t wanna wear it anymore.”

It’s not technically dirty; you wore it last night after your shower and slept in it until you woke up a little over an hour ago, wanting to go home for a change of clothes.

Except there’s someone blocking your way.

Emily has a way with words, you think, trying to make yourself feel better about submitting to her will so embarrassingly easily.

“You’re sure it’s fine?” You ask, nuzzling your cheek into her palm.

It’s Emily’s turn to roll her eyes. “No, sorry, we’ve exchanged bodily fluids but I draw the line at you wearing my clothes.”

Her dry tone makes you want to kiss her—just to shut her up. So you do, because you’re officially not going home and the weekend is stretched out in front of you and you’re not going to waste a single precious second with your girlfriend.

She smiles into the kiss, sensing her victory, and you can’t even be mad about it.

“You’re such a fucking smartass.” You murmur against her lips anyway.

Emily grins. “All part of my charm,” she says as she drags you back to her room, her fingers fitting themselves between yours. Sergio trots beside you as you pad into her room, winding his way around Emily’s ankles just as she’s opening her closet door.

She ignores the cat and rifles through her closet, searching for a sweater that looks appropriately your size. Seeing as she’s busy searching, you bend down and pick up Sergio instead, lavishing him with the attention Emily is withholding.

“Emily can be so mean, huh, Serg?” You whisper, scratching behind the cat’s ears. He melts into a purring puddle in your arms, yellow eyes slitting closed. “She bullies you into doing whatever she wants, and she does it with the prettiest brown eyes you can’t ever say no to.” You cuddle Sergio to your chest as Emily turns, a smile playing on her lips and a sweater held in her hand.

“I heard all of that.”

“Aw, damn it,” you blow a melodramatic sigh, “even the part about your pretty eyes?”

A light blush stains her cheeks pink. “Everything.” She shoves the sweater into your chest, above Sergio. The cat meows in protest and you laugh, throwing the sweater over your shoulder and letting him down.

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You can’t even reach the ladle.

“Sweetheart, I’m gonna need my arms.” The smile is audible in your voice.

You can’t pretend not to love this. Ever since you came out of the bathroom wearing Emily’s sweater, she’s been wrapped around you like a vine. The sweater itself is warm and comfortable, smelling faintly of her, and it brings with it a noticeable bonus: Emily’s clinginess.

Her head is buried in your neck now, her arms wrapped around you and trapping your arms to your sides.

“Is it a matter of utmost importance?” She murmurs into your neck. A small kiss is dropped there, her soft lips brushing against your skin.

“Afraid so.”

Emily sighs. She loosens her grip and frees your arms just enough that you can scoop the pancake batter into the pan. When a perfect circle starts to sizzle, bubbles popping along its edge, you turn to face the brunette holding you hostage.

Her arms wrap around your neck and she immediately presses her body into yours. You grin as you hug her back, one of your hands sliding into her mussed hair.

“Anybody ever tell you you’re clingy?” You whisper, your voice teasing as you brush a kiss on her hairline.

“Never.” Emily’s voice is muffled into the collar of your sweater.

The pancake starts to smell, so you turn carefully with Emily still in your arms and free one of your hands to flip it. It’s a darker brown, evidently showing your neglect.

“So you’re just like this with me?” You stroke her hair, twirling a dark strand around your finger. Emily nuzzles deeper into your neck, apparently trying to crawl under your skin.

“Mhm. You look good in my clothes.” She turns her head and her lips catch the edge of your jaw.

“So that’s what this is about,” you laugh, sliding the overcooked pancake off the griddle and onto a plate. Emily’s hands sneak under the hem of your—her—sweater, and you feel her lips turn up in a smile as she hums.

“It’s just a small part of it,” she admits quietly, turning her head to watch you scoop out another pancake onto the pan.

“La razón principal es porque te amo.”

You don’t understand what she says, but with her soft voice and tender touches, the message comes across more than clear. Squeezing her waist, you kiss her brow.

“I love you too.”

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igsuhrheos · 28 days

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Congratulations on 200 followers <33 you slay and i love ur fics sm!!

Could i pls request prompt 30 from orion? Maybe a case goes bad and reader gets shot but is still flirting with em and shes just so worried but so in love with reader?

also pls can i be added to ur taglist?

i love you take care<3

Tysm gorgeous!! I thoroughly enjoyed writing this lol thank you for sending it in! And ofc you can!! Love you <3

Join my celebration here

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Cw: hospitals, mention of wound/stitching

It’s not her who got shot, but her whole body is jittery as if it were.

Emily stands with her brows drawn, anxiously chewing on her bottom lip as her eyes travel over your body, searching for reassurance she won’t find that you’re okay.

Of course you’re not. You got shot.

But you don’t seem to share her concern. Looking up, you find her eyes and give her a smile. She sees the way it’s worn at the edges, trembling even as you try to keep it steady.

“Hey Em,” you rasp, your voice briefly breaking as the doctor pulls the needle through your skin. Her stomach lurches as you stifle a wince, then say, “I hope you know CPR, ’cause you just took my breath away.”

Emily’s eyebrows raise, a startled laugh tumbling past her lips at the stupid pick up line. You grin, pleased at her reaction, but the smile quickly melts off your face as you curse under your breath.

Her face straightens once more. “That’s from the bullet in your arm, sweetheart.” She doesn’t mean to be snappy but her voice is clipped anyway, escaping through clenched teeth. Your eyes are glassy and a thin sheen of sweat coats your forehead, but you still persist despite the way your fingers clench around hers.

“Really?” Your voice shudders. “It’s not from those pretty eyes of yours?”

The color drains from your face as more of your skin is stitched close. You grip Emily’s hand so tightly her knuckles crack, but the way your breath escapes in short bursts destroys her more than any physical pain could.

“No,” she says, softer this time. Her anger with you is justified—after all, you did disobey Hotch’s order and run after the unsub—but it crumbles in the face of your pain.

Emily inches closer, the distance between your stretched hands shrinking as her thigh comes into contact with your bent knee.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you mumble, your head falling forward on her chest. Emily stifles a sigh as she brings a hand up to the back of your sweaty neck. She lightly rests her chin on your head, ignoring the doctor as she continues threading the needle through your skin as easily as stitching clothes.

A choked hiss leaves your lips and you tremble; your grip tightens on Emily’s fingers. Her heart clenches painfully, nausea unsettling her stomach. “Just a little more, baby.” She soothes, pressing her lips to your damp forehead. “You’re doing so good.”

You take in a sharp breath and she hears the way it wobbles. Emily threads her fingers through your hair, sweet nothings leaving her lips in murmured Spanish. The tension is obvious in your quivering muscles and she just wants it to end, wants you to be spared of the pain she can feel like it’s her own.

“Just a little bit,” she whispers, desperate as she drags her short nails over your scalp.

You grunt in response.

Emily turns to the doctor, her eyes pleading, and feels herself relax somewhat when she nods reassuringly as she cuts the suture.

“Hey, see, you’re all done.” Another kiss is placed tenderly on your temple. “She’s just gonna bandage you up now.”

Your grip on her hand slowly starts to loosen. Emily continues holding on, though, offering reassuring squeezes to your slick palm as the doctor wraps a bandage around the stitches. Your body grows limp against her, and soon she’s holding up most of your weight.

She doesn’t mind.

“Hey, Emily.” You mumble, your voice low and drowsy.

“Yes, mon ange?”

“Are you a parking ticket? Because you’ve got fine written all over you.”

Another laugh leaves Emily’s lips, but this time it’s genuine. Leaning back just enough to see your face, she lets go of your hand and gently brushes your sweaty hair away from your face. You close your eyes in contentment. “I can’t believe a bullet wound still isn’t enough to get you to lay off those stupid pickup lines.” She chides softly, her knuckles tracing over your cheek. It’s as ridiculous as it is endearing, and your efforts at distraction—annoyingly—work.

“My one and only goal in life is romancin’ you.” You slur; the exhaustion is starting to sink in.

Emily smiles. “You already have,” she whispers. Her heart warms, some of the tension leaking from her stiff shoulders. Unable to stop herself, she places a quick, soft kiss on your lips.

“Mmm, that’s the fucking magic.”

Emily laughs properly this time, with teeth and dimples, and a matching smile spreads across your face at the sound. God, you really are something.

“Okay, Casanova. We’ll see how long this holds up once we’re home.”

Turns out, it holds up for quite a while.

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Boomerang

Pairing - Emily Prentiss x Reader

Summary - You begin your new job at the BAU and find that your childhood sweetheart, Emily Prentiss, is one of your new colleagues. Featuring: Goth Emily in the 80s.

Warnings - mild smut but pretty much fluff

Word Count - 3988

A/N - using valentine's as an excuse to write fluffy fluff

The FBI building had a slightly chaotic atmosphere, you couldn't help but smile at the stereotypical figures of men in black suits, sunglasses and silver briefcases. Though their intimidating scowls did nothing to quell the nerves bubbling within; it was your first day after all and though you were confident in your profiling skills, the fact you were going to be the newbie was daunting.

Pulling at the sleeves of your blazer - nervous habit - you walked over to the elevator. The metal cuboid holding remnants of aftershave, the previous occupant obviously overspraying that morning, a small cough at the back of your throat from the smell.

The mixture of your already present nerves along with the scent and the blaring fluorescent lights made your heart pound. Tugging at your collar to help you breathe - what if the team didn't like you? God, what if you didn't like them? What if whoever the owner of this hideous aftershave is, is your boss?

Your thoughts were cut short by the 'ding' of the end of the journey, doors sliding open with a 'whoosh' before you stepped out, somehow remembering the directions given to you by the snarky receptionist at the front desk.

From what you could see, the majority of your soon-to-be team hadn't arrived yet so you headed up to the office with the open door.

"Agent Hotchner?" You spoke, the serious looking man lifting his gaze from the paperwork on his desk, nodding and mustering what you could only assume to be a smile as he stood.

"Agent Y/L/N. Good to meet you." He answered, giving your hand a quick shake before gesturing towards the chair beside you. You took a seat with a polite smile.

"Likewise." You returned before jumping into the formalities, information on the teams workings, all that boring stuff - you found yourself biting back at least one yawn, your nerves stopping you from having your usual morning caffeine was now having its consequences.

As you conversed you could hear the bullpen growing busier, the sound of a familiar laugh throwing you into old memories...

It was 1989, you lay on your bed with your head in her lap; vinyl by The Cure spun on your record player, filling the air with the voice of Robert Smith and bass guitar. Smoke passed through your lips before fingers took the cigarette from your mouth, lifting it to her own mouth to take the last few drags; the patchouli incense did little to mask the scent but it reminded you of her when she'd leave.

You'd left school early that day in favour of kissing in your bedroom, her dark lipstick smudging onto your mouth at the action but you didn't mind; you'd found her goth era rather endearing, the heavy eyeliner and black clothes. She often let you do her eyeshadow and she adored seeing you in her various band t-shirts, which you knew there was still at least one of in your wardrobe right now, especially if that was all you were wearing...

Before the thoughts became too unsavoury you brought your attention back to Hotch though you couldn't help but wonder why that laugh was so familiar, it couldn't be her surely.

"I'll take you out to meet the rest of the team." He spoke, nodding for you to follow him out and down the steps. "Guys, this is SSA Y/N Y/L/N - the new member of the BAU. Agents Rossi, Jareau, Morgan, Prentiss, Doctor Reid and Penelope Garcia is our technical analysis expert." He introduced, pointing to everybody as he did so, the fluttering in your stomach erupting at the sound of her name.

"Y/N." Emily smiled, recognising you instantly despite the years.

"Hi Em." You replied, grin spreading across your lips, her beauty as astounding as ever. She took the few steps towards you, pulling you into a tight hug, much to your shock; she was never the most open with her emotions and the display must still be rare based on the shocked smiles on the other's faces.

Her perfume was still the same, hints of jasmine and figs, sweet and delicate with a light musky undertone. Her hands still felt the same against your back as she held you close, thumb rubbing over the material of your jacket as she always used to.

"Je ne peux pas croire que tu es la, boomerang." She uttered as she pulled away from the embrace, the use of the old nickname making your heart sing. (I can't believe you're here, boomerang.)

"Nous nous sommes toujours trouvés, n'est-ce pas?" You returned, both of you ignoring the whispers of confusion shared between the rest of the group. (We always found each other, didn't we?)

"What's happening?" Penelope voiced, someone had to address what they'd just witnessed - never in the years they've known her have the BAU team see Emily blush and smile in such a soft way.

"Where do you know each other from?" JJ smiled, amused to see one of her best friends so happy.

"And why are you speaking French?" Derek laughed.

"Y/N and I knew one another in high school and college - we'd always have private conversations in languages nobody else in the room could speak." Emily responded, both of you laughing at the fact, it wasn't uncommon for you to have complete conversations in French, Italian, Spanish, sometimes Russian.

"Oh my God! Did you know goth Emily?!" Penelope squealed, brightly painted lips curving up into a grin.

"Yes, I did." You laughed. "I quite liked it actually though it doesn't compare to the phase she want through at Yale whe-"

"Okay, no." Emily laughed, slapping a hand over your mouth to halt the words as the others chuckled.

"I can confirm that this is the first time we've ever seen Emily blush." Spencer spoke, only increasing the pink hue on her cheeks.

"Mhm, I'm gonna have fun with you newbie." Penelope grinned. "I'm gonna find out all your dirty little secrets Ms Prentiss."

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You easily fell into rhythm with your new team, proving to be a useful asset with solving cases over the weeks. You and Emily spent time getting to know each other again, nothing feeling too different from how it was during college and you could feel that your love towards her hadn't changed.

It had never completely gone away even whilst you were with other people, it was always Emily even when you'd not spoken for years. You wished you knew what she was feeling - it'd be useful to know that she felt the same way, nobody had compared to you, the presence of you always lingering in the back of her mind.

It was your first girl's night with the others on the team and the four of you sat cross legged beneath a poorly constructed pillow fort in Penelope's living room, her idea, with an empty wine bottle discarded across the room, a second surely joining soon.

"So, how did you two meet?" JJ questioned, cheeks flushed from her tipsiness.

1987 and Emily Prentiss was a new student at Garfield High School, she walked with confidence through the hallways, her hair and makeup were less severe then, though she wore chunky black boots with a worn Joy Division t-shirt. It was clear the confidence wasn't totally honest, a slight vulnerability beneath the surface, something haunting her from her past.

She quickly fell into stride with a few of the other 'goth kids' though something always set her apart, the way you'd notice her reading in the shade of a tree outside the school, the soft smiles she'd send you when you'd pass in the hallways.

"Hey Princess." She smirked, looking up from the pages of Slaughterhouse-five with a smirk, cigarette perched between her lips as you tried to light your own. "Need a light?"

"Please." You smiled, crouching beside her and leaning forwards to let the flame lick the end of your cigarette, inhaling and turning your head away to blow the smoke into the air. "Thanks."

"Y/N, right? Friends with the head cheerleader."

"And you're Emily. Friends with those mean goths." She laughed at that, such a soft laugh as she nodded.

"Those particular goths are pretty mean, huh? That's why I sit out here." She returned, holding up her book as demonstration.

"Vonnegut, huh." You nodded in approval at her book choices. "I always see you reading out here - not that I'm looking or anything I-"

"If anyone's gonna look at me, I'm more than happy for it to be you." She interrupted, eyes trailing over your body as you sat beside her leaning against the trunk of the tree.

"Oh." You responded, flustered from her matter of fact statement, warm under her gaze.

"Wanna skip? We can go into town, you look like you like record stores." She asked, gathering her things to stand whilst you mulled it over.

"Fuck it, let's go." You responded as she looked down at you expectantly, grabbing her hand to pull you up. You were shocked at how perfect her hand felt in yours, sparks flying through your veins.

From that day on the two of you grew closer, when the weather dropped chilly she'd drape her leather coat over your shoulders and hold your hand between hers. She took you on your first official date to see The Lost Boys at the cinema before walking you home, soft and precious kisses pressed to your lips hidden in the darkness on your front doorstep.

Your High School years were spent together, study dates in your bedroom that transformed into something else, clothes on the bedroom floor, her eager kisses on your neck. Whispers of 'I love you' in secret; and nobody understood the extent of your heartbreak when she moved away for college per her mother's request.

"I offered her a light for her cigarette and she approved of my library choices." Emily answered with a smile, both of you surely having the same flashback to the memory.

"You smoked?!" Penelope exclaimed, finding any new information about her friends exciting.

"We were both into challenging authority I guess." You shrugged, cheeks heating at the attention on you both and at the thought of how Emily looked with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. The way her fingers would effortlessly hold it, wisps of white smoke swirling upwards as she'd flick the pages of her book, peeking over the top to eye you whilst you did the same.

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"Another case over, finally." Derek smiled as all of you made your way to your seats on the jet, Emily across from you and Derek and JJ occupying the other seats with the other three men across the aisle. "You've got competition pretty boy, Y/L/N is on fire lately." It was true, you'd been integral in solving the past few cases and have been showcasing your knowledge humbly in the few months you'd been at the BAU.

"What'd you do at college?" Rossi asked.

"I majored in psychology with minors in biochemistry and philosophy at Yale." You answered nonchalantly, putting your luggage in the overhead space. When you sat down the eyes of the team were on you, all of them shocked apart from Hotch and Emily who already knew.

"You were so nerdy in college." Emily teased, kicking your foot beneath the table.

"Yeah and you had an overalls phase - I'm sure she had them in every colour available ouch-" You laughed only being cut off by a harsher kick to your shin.

"Oh wow, Emily Prentiss in overalls, this I've gotta see." Derek chuckled.

"I'm sure there's some photos somewhere."

In fact, you knew that there was...

Emily began studying her postgraduate in criminal justice at Yale, both of you on the same course though you also took psychology, unknown that you'd be studying together again. She hadn't gone to Yale for her BA and you'd not seen each other since high school graduation, the years apart had done nothing to the extent of your feelings, only strengthening them if anything.

You ran into each other at a party, falling straight back into the old conversations you'd always have, giddy and excited that you'd found each other again. You quickly fell back into old routines, going on dates, studying together. She had her own apartment and you pretty much moved in, no need to hide your love from her mother.

One day in particular you were studying in her living room, papers and highlighters strewn across the floor along with drained mugs of coffee as you crammed for an upcoming exam. You'd been working all the day before, getting up early to continue and your brain was exhausted.

"Em, I can't do anymore. My brain has turned to dust." You groaned, falling onto your back as she chuckled.

"Aw, baby." She cooed, crawling over to you. "Let's get some fresh air then, hm?" She smiled, her face hovering over yours pressing a peck to the end of your nose.

"We're going roller skating, darling." You insisted, the idea coming to your mind. You'd decided to give in to the 90's trend and bought a pair each though had barely used them.

"Fine but only cause I love you." She huffed dragging you up.

You went to the park near her apartment complex, laughing maniacally as you held onto each other's hands for dear life trying not to fall. It took a while of odd looks from strangers before you built up momentum, slowly skating across the paths. You let yourself roll as you watched Emily, look of concentration on her features as she pushed herself along the ground; t-shirt beneath her denim overalls and hair scraped into a loose ponytail, looking ethereal in the glow of the sunlight.

You couldn't resist taking a photo with the polaroid camera hanging from your neck, slipping the photo into the pocket of your jacket.

You giggled as you crashed into each other before collapsing into a heap on the grass before changing back into regular shoes from Emily's bag. It was a sunny day, only a slight breeze, groups of people sat on the grass, others playing frisbee. It was peaceful, picturesque.

She bought you both ice cream, strawberry scooped into a cone. You relaxed beside each other, reminding you of the first time you'd met, falling into simple conversation. You'd chuckled at the view of her, a pink dollop on her nose - you couldn't help but take another photo, a slight blush on her cheeks and hand coming up to the lense as she tried to push you away.

"Always such a messy eater, Em." You laughed.

"Shush." She huffed, mischief glinting in her eyes as she scooped some ice cream onto the end of her finger, smearing it over your cheek as you gasped. She tackled you to the ground in fits of laughter when you tried to get her back, stealing your camera and taking a photo of both of your faces. It became your favourite photo, massive smiles on both of your faces as you looked at one another, a pink smear across your cheek.

She couldn't help but kiss you in that moment, pulling away with a dreamy look in her eyes, staring at you lovingly.

"Whatcha lookin' at Em?" You laughed, flushing under her intent gaze.

"You're my little boomerang." She smiled.

"Your boomerang, huh?" You teased, the butterflies you'd always felt because of her only increasing when she wiped the ice cream from your cheek.

"Mhm. My boomerang 'cause you always come back to me. We always find our way back to each other somehow."

"I love you, Em. You little softie." You poked her cheek, kissing her lips chastely.

"I love you too."

Returning to the apartment that evening she pushed you against the inside of the front door, lips dancing across your lips, your jaw, your neck. She tasted like bubblegum, courtesy of the lip gloss you'd got from the front of a magazine. The kisses were soft, passionate as she rid you of your clothes and you did the same to her.

She guided you to your shared bed, the floral scent of freshly laundered sheets as your head fell onto the pillows, her body straddling your in her bra and underwear giving you a perfect view of her tattoo. You'd both got a small tattoo of the outline of an oak tree when you were 18, the tree you'd always sit beneath, it was an impulsive decision but one neither of you had ever regretted.

Your fingers traced over the black ink on her ribcage before tugging her face down to yours, lips melding together in perfect synchrony. Her touch was electric, pulsing pleasure through your bodies as you made love into the night. Only pants of breath and small moans sounding throughout the room as love passed between you both.

You were so in love, so so in love. It felt like your hearts were ripped out when Emily had to leave, her mother wanted her to follow in her footsteps before she started training with the FBI, so she did - there wasn't much choice.

"We'll find each other again, boomerang." She muttered, tears coating both of your faces as she grabbed her packed bags.

At first you resented her but you soon realised you could never hate her, you loved her too much and you hoped she was right - you would find her one day. But the years went on and the idea became less and less plausible as you begun at the FBI, Emily working at Interpol. Your paths never crossed again and you had no contact information for each other.

It was presumably impossible that your paths would cross again but for once the universe wasn't so unkind.

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You grew closer to the others on the team over the months though you and Emily had stayed friends, unsure where you truly stood after all this time. You both knew how you felt, that you'd want nothing more than to be together again but were nervous to voice this just in case.

The case you'd just finished had ended in a scuffle, the team was in danger and you'd thrown yourself towards the unsub to tackle him to the ground. It had ended fine apart from a wound to your arm, a knife wound that had required a couple of stitches but other than that you were okay. But Emily had been giving you the silent treatment since it happened, only a few glares thrown your way and now she was sat across from you on the jet as the others just nervously observed the tension, trying to fall into quiet conversation.

"Tu as été stupide aujourd'hui - téméraire." She seethed, anger over her features as she looked at you across the table, you rolled your eyes. (You were stupid today - reckless)

"Je faisais mon travail Emily, c'était la bonne chose à faire." You sighed, rolling your eyes. (I was doing my job Emily, it was the right thing to do.)

"C'était putain de stupide et maintenant tu es blessé." She answered, your whispers not quiet enough to be a private conversation so useful that the others couldn't speak french; though even without being able to understand the words your tones were enough to show aggravation. (It was fucking stupid and now you're hurt)

"Dieu, tu n'es pas ma mère Emily. Je ne prendrai même pas la peine de discuter, c'est ridicule." (God, you're not my mother Emily. I'm not even going to bother arguing, this is ridiculous.)

"Parce que tu sais que tu t'es trompé. Putain d'idiot." She knew her words were harsh but you'd worried her and your nonchalance was angering her now, she just wanted you to be safe. You scoffed at her words narrowing your eyes at her as they others looked at each other in worried confusion - they didn't know what was being said but the tension in the air was thick. (Because you know you were wrong. Fucking idiot.)

"Der'mo, ty deystvitel'no znayesh kak vyvesti menya iz sebya." You huffed, knowing her Russian wasn't as strong as yours. "Podvergay sebya opasnosti radi zhenshchiny kotoruyu lyubish' i eto blagodarnost' kotoruyu ty poluchish'." You muttered, crossing your arms over your chest. (Shit. You really know how to piss me off.) (Put yourself in danger for the woman you love and this is the thanks you get.)

"This situation is very confusing." JJ muttered, earning nods of agreement from the others.

"Your Russian always was better than mine but I understood a little of what you said." Emily spoke, slight smile tugging at her lips.

"La partie où j'ai dit que tu m'énervais ou quand j'ai dit que tu étais la femme que j'aime?" You queried, slightly embarrassed that she must have picked those parts out. (The part where I said you pissed me off or when I said you are the woman I love?)

"Les deux." She laughed. "Tu veux abandonner? On peut aller en ville, tu sembles aimer les magasins de disques." She smirked, remembering what she'd said all those years ago. (Both) (You wanna skip? You look like you like record stores.)

"Je ne voudrais rien de plus." (I would like nothing more.)

"Au fait tu es la femme que j'aime aussi." She smiled and you couldn't help but smile back, the soft look in her eyes, it was all you'd been longing to see for years. (By the way, you are the woman that I love too.)

The short journey on the jet was now spent in a more light hearted atmosphere and though the others were still confused they were glad that the tension had fizzled away. You couldn't fully wipe the smile from your face at the fact that Emily, your Emily, was back in your life and she loved you just the same. What you'd been yearning for had finally been gifted to you and the hole she'd left in your heart was being occupied once more.

When you returned to the BAU she grabbed your wrist to hold you back whilst everybody else continued to the bullpen, guiding you to the wall beside the elevator out of sight of prying eyes.

"Can I kiss you, darling?" She breathed, lips ghosting over yours as she held your face in her palms. You nodded instantly, smiling into the kiss as her lips pressed against yours, the action felt familiar, like home. She tasted like peppermint gum and you knew she'd stolen it from your bag at some point, her tongue slipping into your mouth with ease. Your hands gripped onto her hips, squeezing slightly as she deepened the kiss, almost forgetting just where you are.

"Oh my God!" Penelope screamed with a gasp, startling you apart, breathing heavily with swollen lips. You both looked to her to see a huge grin on her lips, her hand covering her eyes. "I knew it - you were childhood sweethearts. You've just won me, JJ and Hotch $20."

"What do you mean Garcia?" Emily asked.

"Well, the three of us were sure you'd dated at some point. So we bet on it, obvi."

"Yeah, obvi, Em." You mocked, honestly shocked at her statement.

"You shouldn't be laughing too much sugarplum, Derek has himself a little crush on you." She laughed making you clamp your mouth shut. Emily giggled too though tightened her hold on your waist at the thought.

"Then you can tell Morgan that he's a loser and Y/N is mine." She smiled making Penelope laugh before she hurried off to gossip about the newfound information she'd gained.

"I always hoped I'd find you again." You spoke, resting your chin on her shoulder as you pulled her into an embrace.

"Of course we found each other, love. You're my little boomerang."

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Emily Prentiss P Links pt.2

part 1

! - Explicit nudity + visual porn

MDNI. Disclaimer, I am NOT responsible for your media consumption and will not take accountability from any issues it may have caused once you've clicked on the links below.

୨ৎ - Fucking back to Emily's thigh while she fingers you

୨ৎ - Pounding you on her living room rug

୨ৎ - Emily riding your strap after a hard day as unit chief :( (pt.1)

୨ৎ - Fucking her from behind after shes had a hard day (pt.2)

୨ৎ - Being in between Jj and Emily in a threesome

୨ৎ - Going shopping while she pulls you aside to an empty aisle

୨ৎ - Holding your hands behind your back while your ride her

୨ৎ - !gun play! “you really need to be a different kind of slut to enjoy this”

୨ৎ - Hotch taking care of Emily while you were out

୨ৎ - Scissoring with Emily

୨ৎ - Older!Emily sending you videos of her squirting on her sex doll wishing it were you

୨ৎ - Being her passenger princess

୨ৎ - Jj pounding Emily into her bed

୨ৎ - Dry humping against the dining table

୨ৎ - Prentiss getting fucked against a wall

Note: can we get this to hit 1k notes and I’ll drop links for Spencer and Aaron? (Jj is still being worked on in my drafts)

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igsuhrheos · 2 months

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Emily Prentiss P Links pt.2

part 1

! - Explicit nudity + visual porn

MDNI. Disclaimer, I am NOT responsible for your media consumption and will not take accountability from any issues it may have caused once you've clicked on the links below.

୨ৎ - Fucking back to Emily's thigh while she fingers you

୨ৎ - Pounding you on her living room rug

୨ৎ - Emily riding your strap after a hard day as unit chief :( (pt.1)

୨ৎ - Fucking her from behind after shes had a hard day (pt.2)

୨ৎ - Being in between Jj and Emily in a threesome

୨ৎ - Going shopping while she pulls you aside to an empty aisle

୨ৎ - Holding your hands behind your back while your ride her

୨ৎ - !gun play! “you really need to be a different kind of slut to enjoy this”

୨ৎ - Hotch taking care of Emily while you were out

୨ৎ - Scissoring with Emily

୨ৎ - Older!Emily sending you videos of her squirting on her sex doll wishing it were you

୨ৎ - Being her passenger princess

୨ৎ - Jj pounding Emily into her bed

୨ৎ - Dry humping against the dining table

୨ৎ - Prentiss getting fucked against a wall

Note: can we get this to hit 1k notes and I’ll drop links for Spencer and Aaron? (Jj is still being worked on in my drafts)

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WANDA THOUGHT WANDA THOUGHT WANDA THOUGHT

basically reader asks mommy wanda to switch roles so she can try topping for once. ofc wanda agrees to make her girl happy, but she knows it won’t go very well. reader obviously fails at topping wanda bc she’s just meant to be under her. so mommy wanda flips her over and shows her who’s really in charge 😌

SO REAL I LOVE THIS especially if reader has a strap on...

"Um, so I just... do this?" you ask, gently poking Wanda's inner thigh with the tip of your strap.

"Oh, sweetheart. You're adorable."

You blush at the praise, your heart beating quickly as you glance up to find Wanda's dark eyes watching you. She's resting against the pillows, her fingers twitching over her nipples as you attempt to figure out how the strap works.

Looking back down, you swallow at the sight of her spread legs before you. She's wet, and you can smell her arousal. It makes your head spin, your thoughts becoming fuzzy at the edges as you hesitantly begin to circle her clit with your fingers.

"Am I doing it right?"

"Mmm, yes, darling. You're making Mommy feel good." Wanda's eyes are still locked on yours, her head tilting as your mouth parts at her low tone. "Do you want Mommy's help?"

Your brows furrow for a moment. You were trying to be dominant, right? Tonight you were going to top your wife, and she had agreed to... what were you doing again? You were... being a good girl... NO. You were being dominant. That's right.

"Answer Mommy when she asks you a question."

Ah, fuck it. Now you were fuzzy all over, your mind jumbled and needy. You felt your core warm up, and uselessly rutted your hips forward.

"Yes, I want Mommy's help. Please."

That's all it took, your breathy words and slight whimpers filling the air as Wanda swiftly flipped you onto your back and sank down on your strap in a single movement. Her fingers roll and twist your nipples as she brings you over the edge again and again, grinding her hips against the base of your harness and cumming with you.

"Good girl, let Mommy use you like the pretty toy you are."

"It was too hard trying to be all dominant, huh? That's okay, honey. Mommy likes you better when you're under her."

"Look at you, so submissive for me. You know where you belong, don't you? Say it with me, darling. You belong to me."

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abby <3’s cunt slaps she told me herself. i know from experience

she’ll hold your legs open, as far as they go. your whines and whimpers and jolts and screams won’t stop her, only encourage her to slap you harder. she’ll tell you to shut up, stop screaming or she’ll give you something to scream about as she leaves another stinging slap on your poor pussy. she knows this gets you off, you’d be damned if it didn’t. the way her arms look as they strike down onto you, her pink cheeks, the freckles that cascade over her. it’s too much. abby doesn’t care, she’ll keep slapping and pinching at your sopping cunt until she decides it’s enough. you wanna cum? too bad. you’re not cumming, you’re not cumming all night. you’re going to sit and take these slaps until abby says she’s had enough.

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igsuhrheos · 3 months

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thinking of morning sex/sucking the strap with abby 😵‍💫 nsfw.

it was just like any other weekend, waking up to the light in your eyes and the soft sheets underneath you. the only thing missing was the familiar hand of your girlfriends arm wrapped around you.

checking the time on your clock, you figure she’s gotten up earlier to hit the gym to get some extra sets in. while you understand she hasn’t been able to workout much because of her schedule, you pout at not being able to spend a few extra hours with your girlfriend.

but you can work with with you’re given, deciding to give yourself a self care day. you take a nice bath, exfoliate and moisturize as needed, before putting on a nice new face mask you had yet to try out. it’s a nice morning of relaxation, interrupted at the shock of seeing abby walk into your apartment as soon as you enter the living room.

“jesus christ abby, you scared the shit out of me!”

“sorry, sorry!” she laughs, setting down some grocery bags on the kitchen island before rushing around to give you a peck, pouting when you eat your finger and point to the face mask. “seriously?”

“yes, seriously. what’s in the bags?”

her mood perks up again, going into the details of her morning, how she woke up about two hours before you did and wanted to rush and hit the gym to be back and make you breakfast in bed, but there was a backup because of an accident on her usual route so she had to find a different way but her stupid phone kept fucking up so she got lost and-

your hands find her shoulders and start to massage, trying to help her calm down as she rants while taking all the missing ingredients for your favorite breakfast out of the bag. she doesn’t notice as your eyes sweep over her body; the stray hairs flying out of her braid, the glow of her face from a post workout shower, the loose shorts you bought for her when her last ones got a hole. you try not to let it show on your face when you notice the slight bulge.

“anyway, luckily it’s still early enough for it be considered breakfast, so you can sit your cute self on that couch while i make these pancakes.”

god, she’s adorable. you can’t help but press a quick kiss to her cheek, loving the little smile she makes before you give her another, and another, before trailing them lower and down to her neck.

“baby, cmon, what happened to no kisses, huh?” her voice is breathy as she very pitifully tried to push your face from her neck, lashes fluttering at the subtle nip you leave on the last one.

“you’re so sweet, y’know that?” your compliment makes her flush like it always does, big girl so fond of praise but so shy about it. “always helping me and caring for me, wanna return the favor.”

she nods her head, breathing out a quick “yes, oh my god please.” when you tell her you need words. you make quick work of giving her some affection on her face, neck, and chest before dropping to your knees, slowly pulling down the waistband of her shorts and trying not to giggle at the way her eyes nearly bulge out of her face.

this was something neither of you had really talked about, but you could tell the blonde had wanted to try it since she’d heard about it. it’s made evident even further by the way her hips buck when you take her strap into your hands, spit dribbling from your lips and onto the head. you want to tease her some more but if there’s one thing you both have in common it’s that you can’t hear the other beg too long without giving in.

you can already tell this is going to quickly become a favorite of both of yours. it’s a repeating cycle of you getting off to her faces and moans like she can feel the toy down your throat, and her thinking she’s died and gone to heaven with the sight of you sucking her off.

while the phantom limb is so strong it’s a bit scary, every time you gently bring your face forward to deepthroat the strap it pushes up against her clit, bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm. her hands are twitching as they grip the counter, unable to grab your wrapped up hair or the sides of your face. but of course you can see her restlessness, gently guiding one of her hands to the back of your neck as the other grasps hers in a tight embrace.

she tries her best to be gentle, timing the thrusts of her hips with the back and forth motion she’s controlling of your neck. her minds running haywire as she admires the plumpness of your lips around her, your pretty eyes staring into her soul as you moan around her and holy shit-

your hands rake up and down her thighs as she cums, drinking up her moans and grunts and “love you, oh my god i love you”’s.

when you can tell she’s finally come down you slip her out of your mouth with a pop, biting your lip at the abundance of your saliva on the shaft and the visible cum running down abby’s thighs.

“you did so good for me, abs. but yknow if you would’ve just told me you wanted this earlier-“

“please stop talking, jesus christ,” her chest moves up and down with heavy pants, her palms covering her face. “i don’t even know how i’m standing right now. i don’t think i can make your breakfast right now. give me ten minutes.”

“the fact that you still want to makes me wanna suck you off again.”

“babe, please.”

you love mornings with abby more than anything. well, almost more than anything.

ong my sims twitter mutuals had her sims sucking strap so i thought of this. immmmm doing Normal.

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