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Would u be willing to write some sort of jj x female reader where jj is super protective of her and even kind of possessive (not in a toxic way). Jj wont hesitate to leave noticeable marks on reader and if needed, jj will get extra handsy when men try to flirt or be gross with reader

Sweet & Sour || Jennifer Jareau x Reader

CW: established marriage, gross men, mild food play and voyeurism, kissing, possessive JJ( HOT … who said that), sensual fic with no explicit sex :)

A/N: your wish is my command lovey. I’m a bit rusty, I apologize, hope you enjoy

JJ’s head perked up at the sound of your light laughter drifting from the porch through the open windows. Her eyebrows furrowed, unsure of who you could be talking about when no one was expected to be dropping by your home today. She placed her open book down on the couch, pivoting around on her knees to peer out the window. You were leaning against the railing parallel to the side of the house, a wet piece of laundry hanging from your arm. The goal of hanging them up to dry in the bright sun seemed to have been forgotten. JJ spotted a vague silhouette of another person lingering between her house and the neighbor’s, which had remained vacant for quite a few months now. She surveyed the moving trucks parked in the driveway and grew slightly more nosy at the low, gravelly sound of a man’s voice.

Hopping up quickly, she stepped out onto the porch barefoot, as if she was nonchalantly checking to see what you were up to. Hearing the soft pad of her footsteps, you turned around with a bright smile. “Brad, this is my wife, Jennifer. JJ, meet our new neighbor.”

She smiled softly, a dull greeting compared to your cheeriness. “Welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Thanks. Your wife was just telling me about the area. This was my parents house. I decided to stay here for a bit. Not sure how long I’ll be here, but it was nice to meet you.” The younger man was leaning over the edge of the porch railing. You and your wife peered over the side as JJ gave a slight nod to the explanation of his recent appearance.

Looking up over Brad’s head, the blonde’ eyes level with the woods behind their house, zoning out to the tail end of your bubbly conversation with the new neighbor. Hearing her name come from your mouth recaptured your attention. “That works right, dinner tonight Jayje?” You tilted your head, under the impression she had still been tuned into the conversation.

“Sounds great,” she agreed softly, playing off the fact that she had not been listening to the dinner plans forming nonchalantly. The introduction concluded, and Brad sent a wave as he turned and headed back across the yard toward his place. You wrapped your arm around your wife’s waist while heading inside. A slight sigh escaped her lips as the front door shut behind the two of you, restoring your privacy.

“What’s wrong?’ you asked, catching on to her quick shift in mood the second you were alone.

“Nothing is wrong, love. She tugged on the hem of your dress, pulling you up against her. Content with your closeness, a soft smile spread across her face before she pressed a soft, prolonged kiss to your forehead. “I just like the peace and quiet of our dinners together, alone.

“Together alone?” You teased, raising your eyebrow as her hands slid around your waist. Planting on the small of your back.

She scoffed playfully. “You know what I mean. I don’t like strangers in our home. I prefer having you to myself, but if you would like to be the most welcoming neighbor, I’ll get through one night of sharing your presence, but he better not overstay his welcome.”

You kissed her quickly with excitement. “Thank you, Jennifer Jareau, for setting your possessive tendencies aside for your favorite wife.” You thanked her with playful dramatics, earning you a cheesy smile before you headed off to dig through the pantry.

“I’m your only wife!” She shouted back after she was already halfway up the staircase.

While you were pulling ingredients down onto the counter, assembling meals in your mind out of items you already had at home due to the short notice, JJ was sifting through clothes upstairs, yours and hers. You tapped your nails against the counter rhythmically, impatiently waiting for your pot of water to boil. JJ called out from upstairs, hanging a white sundress of yours over the banister. “How’s this one?” She asked, twirling it through the air. “I’ll iron and lay it out for you,” she offered, her outfit already draped over her arm.

“Perfect, thank you, love,” You blew her a kiss upwards before she disappeared back into the bedroom. By the time she darted back downstairs, you had drained a pot of pasta and were intently focused on slicing and squeezing lemons. JJ’s soft, sauntering footsteps went unnoticed until her hands looped around your waist and you jumped, caught off guard.

The scent of lemons overwhelmed the room. The heat of the stove and JJ’s hands on your hips left your face flushed as you attempted to focus on the tasks in front of you. At first JJ just appeared to want to help; she began whisking the sauce that was simmering, yet her one hand never lifted from your skin. By the time you had squeezed the last lemon over the pot, your hands were slick with juice. “Done with that?” Your wife plucked the lemon half from your hand, letting it roll aside. Before you could answer, her fingers closed around your wrist, dragging your hand up toward your mouth. Her lips parted, wrapping around two of your fingers and sucking them clean. Her face puckered slightly at the sour taste, but she stared directly into your eyes unblinking as she slowly dragged your fingers out of her mouth, freeing them with a soft pop.

She smirked, dragging you in a slightly dazed state over to the sink. Luckily, you were actually done and washed your hands. JJ tossed you a towel, leaving you to continue cooking once you gathered yourself. She turned off the stove on way out, knowing it would take you a moment to pull yourself out of her trance. “Looks done to me. I’m going to finish getting ready.

Quickly you chopped and mixed up a salad, tossing it in the fridge while you went to go get ready. As promised, JJ had laid the dress out on the bed for you, the fabric still faintly warm to the touch. After slipping it on, you found a white hair ribbon to match and swiped a wand of lip gloss across your lips. Looking in the mirror, the ring on your finger gleamed in the reflection as you spun it around your finger. Just as you finished, the doorbell rang.

JJ got the door, welcoming Brad inside as she stepped out of the way. “We set up a table outside since it’s so nice out today, if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, that sounds great. I brought this for you guys. I appreciate you hosting so last minute.” He handed over a bottle of wine to JJ, who brought it into the kitchen. You joined the two of them with a warm greeting as your wife led everyone outside to the back patio. JJ politely questioned him about his hometown, job, family, and typical small talk while pouring out three glasses for the table. He did the same, asking about you and JJ, your marriage. It seemed like nothing out of the ordinary. Plates and bowls of food were circulated around the table. JJ seemed calm and at ease, a good sign for her. The sun was setting and lit up her blonde hair with an angelic glow. The slow disappearing of dishes sent a reminder ringing in your head. “Oh shoot, I was going to cut up watermelon. JJ picked it up last weekend, and we haven’t eaten it yet. I’ll be right back.”

You stood up, heading inside, feeling comfortable enough to leave JJ and Brad outside now that they had gotten to talk a bit. You watched through the window above the kitchen sink as you cut up slices of watermelon, laying them out on a plate. JJ’s lips curled up slightly, eyes brightening in a way others would mistake as her being impressed, but you knew differently. Her expressions were slightly overexaggerated, mocking, in a way.

“Honey, come here!” JJ called out, and you lingered halfwayout the door. “Did you know a Director Johnson when you worked in counterintelligence?”

You frowned, knowing JJ wasn’t usually one to share much about either her job or your past one. “No, I don’t believe there was one, or at least not while I was there.”

She grinned, “See, that’s what I thought—”

“Wait, you both have worked for the FBI?” Brad cut JJ off, his face falling unintentionally before he straightened out his expression.

“Exactly, Brad, you’re getting it. That’s why you’ve lost me. I have been a supervisory special agent for the BAU and served as the acting unit chief, yet I’ve never heard of your boss… And furthermore, my talented wife worked in counterintelligence for a decade as well. And you said that was your department, didn’t you?

He stuttered, unable to come up with a response. His phone started ringing, and he stared down at it as if a fairy godmother was watching out for him. “Sorry, that’s my sister. I have to take this.” He walked off, pacing around your yard. JJ came inside to help you finish with the watermelon.

Finishing quickly, she wiped off her knife and held out her last cut piece of watermelon toward you. You carefully took a bite, leaning forward in an attempt to keep the running juices off of your white dress. Instead, it ran down your chin, and you moved to catch it with your fingers. JJ gently but firmly captured your wrists with one hand. “Don’t worry, I’ve got it. You gasped sharply when her lips met your neck, sliding across your skin. Slowly she peppered kisses across your skin along the curve of your breasts. Her finger hooked around the neckline of your dress, dragging it down.

You leaned your head against her, nearing her ear as you tucked a strand of hair behind it. “I know I didn’t drip that much,” you whispered teasingly.

She smiled at you, circling her tongue around your nipple before releasing it with a pop. “Just double-checking. You’re all good.�� She grabbed your hand and the platter, following you closely like a puppy dog. “There’s a reason this dress is my favorite,’ JJ murmured in your ear, sliding her hand down your ass before you stepped outside, struggling to hold it together.

Brad had returned to the table. JJ set down the fruit and dragged her chair right up against yours before sitting down; his eyes quickly darted to your chest and then back up. You peeked a glance at JJ’s mouth, which was slightly smeared with red lipstick, and froze knowing that meant it was probably also all over you.

“Is your sister good?” JJ’s hand landed on your thigh as she resumed the conversation.

“Yep.” He tucked his phone into his pocket.

“Good. You know, I’m curious. You were really interested in how my wife and I met. Do you have anyone special in your life?”

“No, not really. I’m more of a casual guy. I have more modern views, you know? Like it doesn’t even need to be exclusive. Actually, speaking of which, I was really interested to hear about you guys dynamic. You guys seem happy, maybe open to trying new things—”

JJ cut him off with a hand, her other pinching your thigh. “This went exactly where I thought it was going,” she mumbled under her breath through gritted teeth. “Y/N, go inside.”

You listened. As soon as the door shut, JJ stood up, walking around the table, but you couldn’t hear anything. JJ was never much of a yeller. When she was angry, her voice got low and gravelly, which was honestly more frightening. By the time she came in, Brad was gone; you didn’t even see his door shut behind him

You wrapped an arm around her, still feeling her heart beat against her chest. “If you had an inkling about what he was after, why’d you let him stay?” You murmured, pulling her closer.

“Because I promised I’d play nice, so I needed to be positive. Don’t worry though, my threats were no gentler than usual.

“You’re hot when you’re protective.“ You laughed, gently biting her lip as she kissed you. ”You could’ve told me I had marks and lipstick all over me though.”

“I thought it would send a message, but clearly men are never very good at taking a hint. I’d be happy to wash it off for you, though.” She raised an eyebrow, tugging you toward the shower.

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JJ fic coming tomorrow 🥳🥳

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ save a horse: (0.1)

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairings: cowgirl(dbf)!Emily x innocent!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ content: pet names, Emily being sexy, masturbation, pervy Emily.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ wc: 1.3k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ an: new and first series i hope you all enjoy.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 18+, men + minors dni.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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Emily cursed under her breath, the ache pulling between her legs after dismounting her horse. Being stuck there for four hours definitely made her legs sore. She walked her horse to the stable tying her up then made her way to the house. She’s sweaty and dirty after a long day's work on the ranch. She doesn’t watch where she's going trying to undo the belt of her chaps. She pauses briefly when she comes toe to toe with you, well your sandals and white frilly socks. 

She looks up and you can barely see her face due to her hat covering her from the beating sun. You smile brightly, closing your book. “Afternoon sweetheart? You’re Hotch’s daughter aren’t you? Your daddy told me you’d be staying with me this summer whilst he’s away with work.” she grumbles, shaking the accessory off. She comes and takes a seat next to you, her boots heavy on the floorboards. 

She smirks at you, you look so cute in your little red and white checkered sundress, she can practically smell your innocence and it ignites something within her. “Guess I'm taking care of you this summer darlin’.” 

“Your daddy trusts me with you, and I'm going to make sure you have a summer you’ll never forget.” she smiles, noting her double entendre; her voice carrying a hint of a promise. Hotch asked her to look after his kid whilst he went away on business- what he failed to mention that his “kid” was a sight for sore eyes and pure little thing at that. 

Her eyes flit to the stalls where the horses are starting to whinny. She sighs, adjusting standing up, adjusting her belt and hat. You, taking in your surroundings with awe, completely miss the way she’s staring at you- the way the sun has already started to make your skin glow. She clears her throat- “You wanna help me with the horses sweetheart?”

You’d be lying if you said that the nickname she just gave you totally didn’t just make your stomach flip; but she’s like two or three times your age and nonetheless- your dad’s friend. You shake the feeling off, smiling sweetly at her- excitement simmering in your chest. “Yes!” you squeal, jumping up and following her into the stables. 

You watch her walking around the den, when she reaches for the pitchfork, her muscles in her arms working, the muscles in her back contracting as she throws the hay into the stalls. She can feel you staring, smirking, she calls over her shoulder. “Well don’t just stand there sweetheart, grab a shovel.” You stutter, shuffling to grab a shovel and scoop the food she told you to give them into their stalls. 

By the end of the task you are tired and sore- your arms feel as though they are about to fall off. “You not used to all this work?” she chuckles leading you back into the house. “No,” you say sheepishly, rubbing your sore arms. “You did well sweet” she says, hanging up her hat and kicking off her boots. “I’m going to shower, make yourself at home- once i’m done i’ll sort something out for dinner for us.” she shouts down to you from upstairs. 

You sigh rummaging in your duffel bag for the book you were reading and go to tuck yourself onto the couch and pick up where you left off. About twenty minutes pass and you hear Emily walking down the stairs. Your breach catches in your throat- she’s wearing a black vest with white short linen shorts, baring her smooth legs. She reaches up to take the towel off her head, the vest riding up the slightest bit, catching a glimpse of her toned stomach. “Right, what would you like for dinner?” she says wandering into the kitchen. Right, dinner. 

You swallow, getting up from your seat and following her through to the adjacent room. “I’m not sure, whatever you’d eat if I weren’t here I guess” you say, accepting a glass of apple juice from her. “Okay sure.” she says, reaching in the cupboard to fetch a box of pasta. She places it into a pan with water and allows it to cook. 

In the end Emily ends up making pesto pasta. You wash the dishes, much to her dismay and she puts them away. “We now have a few options, we can either go sit outside and cook s'mores or we can sit in here and watch a movie.” 

You smile, “S’mores, definitely s’mores.” 

“You got it sweetheart.” She takes the marshmallows and chocolate covered crackers from the pantry and goes outside to start the fire. You find the chairs stacked against the house and set them up for the two of you. Once seated, you feel an awkward sort of tension between the two of you, none of you really knowing how to really begin the conversation. 

“So.. horses huh?” you say, feeding the marshmallow onto the stick, holding it over the flame. Emily chuckles beside you. “Yeah, all my life, my mom moved around a lot, not for me, so I stayed with my nana and pops. Once their time came I got all this.” she motioned to the ranch. You nod, not really knowing what to say. “Do you like it?” you ask. 

“Yeah.. I do, horses, they just get you, you can tell a lot by a person on how the horse acts around you.” She says wistfully. “What about you?” she says, redirecting the conversation. You tell her about yourself, what you want to do with your life. You share your interests and hobbies outside of work and the conversation flows freely.

Hours must’ve gone by because when you start to shiver, Emily stands up- arms stretching above her head, really displaying her lean abs. You feel your face flush and begin to look down. “We should probably head in, it's getting dark and late,” she sighs, collecting the trash and tossing it into the can. She covers the fire whilst you put away the chairs. By the time you’re done, Emily is waiting on the patio for you. 

You follow her in the house awkwardly as she grabs your bags and leads you upstairs. She shows you to your new room for the next month and half, and gives you a tour of the top half of the house. “If you need anything, here’s my room.” She says, her hands coming to settle on her hips. She looks around the room, but you don’t notice, you’re too busy staring at her. Her sharp facial features, high cheekbones, perfectly sculpted nose, pointed jawline. “I’ll leave you to get ready for the night.” she says, bidding you goodnight. And just like that, you’re left alone. You start to unpack your bags, putting your clothes away in the dresser and putting your other bits in a new home. You take out some pyjamas and head into the bathroom. You turn it on and wait for it to get to the right temperature before hopping in. You start to clean yourself, lathering the loofah with body wash, running it over your body. Your eyes slip shut letting the water fall over you. 

Emily’s mouth hangs open as she watches you in the shower, pushing your door slightly ajar. Your perfect pert nipples, the round of your ass. She lets out a low groan, slipping her hand into her panties. She sighs rubbing her clit furiously, building up the stimulation. Her head drops as you run the sponge through your legs. She’s trying so hard to be quiet but when you look like that it rivals impossible. She gasps, slipping two fingers in trying to bring herself to an orgasm quickly. Your head falls back, scrubbing your shampoo into your scalp and she snaps. Legs shaking slightly. She pulls her hand out of her shorts and quickly makes her way out of your room back to her own. 

Flopping into her bed, she sighs. She is so fucked. 

fanart by: @tassiadulacs

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Back after an eternity- my bad college took all my time. Will be returning to be requests! Some of them are so old but promise I’ll get to them. Also new characters for my who I’ll write for list :) ( along with everyone who’s already on there!)

- Agatha Harkness

- Rio Vidal

-Eve Fletcher

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You Were Never Not Mine

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader x Elle Greenaway

KINKTOBER FIC #2 (thank you for bearing with me)

Based on request for Emily & Elle x brat!reader with gags and vibrators.

CW: dom!Emily x switch!Elle x sub!femreader, punishment, brat taming, alcohol, vibrators, gags, cockwarming, spanking, dumbification, pet names, age gap, glimpses and hints of aftercare

Elle spun around in her chair, sensing you lingering in the doorway of her home office almost instantly. She crossed her legs and looked up at you through her painted mascara-painted lashes. “You want something.”

You sauntered in, leaning against her desk, still covered in work. ”Nope, just came in to say hello. Whatcha working on?”

She closed her laptop slightly, resting her elbows on the wooden desktop. “Prepping for an upcoming trial.” She waved her hand at the stacks of old court cases and other papers strewn across her desk. You wandered over toward her bookshelf, running your fingers across the shelves. Both Emily and Elle had offices in the house, but Elle worked in hers much more frequently, while Emily preferred to spend late nights at the office.

Elle’s style presented itself through her office. Awards littered the top shelf, and old law school textbooks were lined up across the bottom. She had a handful of pictures of herself beside you, Emily, or both. Her degrees were framed behind her desk, and on the opposite wall hung a wide variety of feminist figure posters. All her casework cluttered a good portion of her office but was neatly stacked, and she could find any paper she was looking for within a minute. She kept a singular fake plant on her desk, a gift from you since neither she nor Emily could keep a plant alive to save their lives.

“I have an idea,” you announced, circling back to right beside Elle. “How about we go out tonight?” You bit your bottom lip, swinging your legs back and forth as you sat on the armrest of her chair.

Elle gave you a look, scoffing playfully. “There's no way that’s happening after last weekend. Also, we cannot be out at a club or bar every single weekend. Not all of us are 23.”

“Oh, come on, neither of you look a day over 23.” You teased cheekily, sliding off the edge of the chair to straddle Elle’s lap.

She grabbed your hips forcefully, tugging your legs tighter around her waist. “Oh, really? Emily’s gray hair begs to differ. And I’m pretty sure most of her newest silver threads are from trying to rein you in last weekend."

“Oh, come on, I wasn’t that bad. We had fun!”

“Mhm, I’m sure Emily thought so too. With having to carry you to the car after you were so drunk, you were insisting that you couldn’t leave with us because you were waiting for your girlfriend to pick you up... The man next to us was ready to call the cops.”

“Minor error on my part, but that’s why we don’t have to tell her! She will most likely be locked up in her office tonight, and she’ll believe you if you tell her we’re going to run a quick errand, Ta-da! Problem solved.

Elle laughed, her tongue swiping across her bottom lip as her chin dropped toward her chest. “Deal, go get dressed; just don’t walk by Emily’s office wearing a skintight dress, or I have a feeling the profiler might just be able to conclude that we’re not going grocery shopping.” She tapped two fingers against your waist, and you scrambled off her, hurriedly exiting the office. Elle tidied up her desk and headed toward the guest room that mostly acted as her girlfriend's office.

…

Elle was waiting for you down by the car, leaning against the driver's side door as she swung the ring of keys around her finger. “You look hot,” she murmured, snaking her hand around your waist as she sauntered around the car to open the passenger side door.

“Why thank you?" You were cut off when her lips roughly messed with yours, her hands on your waist pressing you back against the car. Elle’s hands blindly searched for the handle behind you as her tongue explored the edge of your mouth. Tugging it open, her grip tightened around your body, keeping you attached to the hip before you climbed in.

You usually frequented the same few places, staying within ten minutes of your house in D.C. and preferring familiar atmospheres. Elle placed her hand on your lower back as she guided you out of the brisk cold. A warm rush of heat hit you as you entered and your eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. “Over there, open stools on the left,” she murmured in your ear, centimeters close so that you could hear her over the noise. You weaved through the clusters of people, keeping your focus tuned to where you were headed and not the faces of nearby strangers. You sat down with an excited breath of relief and turned to face Elle as she sat down to your left.

Two drinks appeared in front of you, almost like magic. It was more ominous when you realized it was both the exact drinks you and Elle ordered and that they had to have been mixed before you had even walked in.

The bartender was already half a step away from you but gestured toward the opposite end of the bar. A woman in the last seat in a suit sent them. You tipped your head out around the row of people, curious to spot the woman. Your heart dropped out of surprise, seeing a familiar face. Elle’s chin was tucked toward her chest, a shadow hiding a mischievous grin.

Emily got up slowly, sauntering over toward you. "Hi, babe,” she kissed Elle on the cheek before leaning on the bartop between you. She reached over your shoulder, her breath tickling your skin. Grabbing the stem of your drink glass, she brought the rim to your lips, tilting your chin with two fingers. You took a sip, still frozen in place, as you tried to figure out what was going on.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” She leaned in to whisper, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as she pulled away. Elle was in my office within three seconds after you stepped out of hers. It was a cute attempt though. Just don’t try it with a profiler and lawyer.”

Elle raised her glass in Emily’s direction with a chuckle. "Em, I'm thinking she didn’t really care that much if we went out. She just wanted attention. And the best way she could think of to get that was to act like a brat.” Elle cocked her head, studying your reaction, which only told her she had been right.

Emily slid herself off her stool, black heels clicking against the sticky floor beneath her. Snaking an arm around your waist, she guided you up, taking the opportunity to speak teasingly in your ear. “If you wanted us to fuck you doll, all you had to do was ask.” She straightened up without batting an eye. “Alright then, are we ready to go?”

You were hesitant to leave, but Emily’s hand on your lower back steered you in the direction of the door and back out to Elle’s car. The entire car ride was defined by anticipation that felt like teeth sinking into your neck. Emily had grabbed your hand as she entered your apartment, leading you straight to her office. “Sit,” she gestured toward a swivel chair that sat beside her desk. She left the room briefly, quickly returning to toss her jacket over the edge of her chair.

Emily raised an eyebrow at the soft smile you couldn’t keep off your face. “Don’t think you’re getting what you want. Now Elle and I still have work to get done tonight after your little stunt.” Her fingers grasped at the hem of your dress, yanking it up over your head. You shivered as our bare skin pressed against the cold leather of the chair. “Doesn’t mean we can’t entertain ourselves though.” She slipped two fingers beneath the waistband of your lace panties, biting her lip as she tugged the almost see-through fabric down slightly.

You gasped at a new sensation as her opposite hand slipped down to your pussy. The familiar feeling of Emily’s favorite vibrating egg pressed against your clit made your thighs clench. Your breath caught in your throat as Emily’s head dropped between your legs, pressing a taunting kiss to the growing damp spot on your panties before she adjusted the vibrator to a more jolting angle through the fabric.

A soft whimper left your lips as Emily returned to sit at her desk, picking up her phone. You watched curiously as she tapped away, only getting your answer to watch what she was doing when you gasped at the sudden vibrations that she had turned on. You gripped the arms of the chair tightly, trying to stay still. Emily watched you out of the corner of her eye as she started typing on her laptop. The only sign that she was still paying attention to you was the small smirk that had settled on her face.

Every few minutes Emily’s hand swept down to her phone to adjust the level, enjoying the way your teeth sank into your lip to stay quiet. “Shhh,” she stated quietly, lowering the glasses perched on her head down onto her nose. You tried to turn your attention toward her as a distraction, which was a foolish idea. The dark veins in her hand flexed against her mouse as she scrolled through pages of reports. Every few seconds, her tongue darted out to swipe across her bottom lip, or she ran her hands through her hair with a soft sigh.

You were too quickly relieved when Emily stood up, shrugging her blazer off her shoulders into the chair behind her. She tugged on the black silk tie that hung loosely around her neck, pulling it over her head. “Emily please…”

She shook her head with a laugh. “This is a punishment baby. And I need to focus.” Bending down in front of you, she wrapped the tie around your head, gagging your mouth, muffling all sounds. The steady stimulation had become slightly less pleasurable and more of a sting. Every time you came close to coming, you grew slightly quieter in hopes that your desperation would go unnoticed. It never did. Emily continuously stopped the vibrator, letting you groan, then catch your breath before it was buzzing right against your clit again. The tie in your mouth had become damp with drool from the corner of your mouth and slow tears of frustration that rolled down your cheeks.

After what felt like an eternity, Emily closed your laptop, focusing on you as she removed the gag from her mouth. She ran her thumb across your cheek, wiping up a tear.

Emily, please let me come; I’ll be good, promise.” Your voice was breathy and slightly whiny after being edged countless times.

“I know you will because you’ve learned that I like when you beg, but there’s two of us..." She held out her hand toward you, tilting her head across the hall toward Elle’s open office. Her spot behind her desk gave her a perfect view into Emily’s. Your legs were shaking as you stood, and Emily stopped you on the way out. “ Wait-” You turned around, instantly knowing what she wanted. Her palm was outstretched as you placed the panties you had been wearing in her hand, and she pocketed them. “Thank you,” she replied in a playful voice.

Elle smiled as you walked in. Her heels were kicked off underneath her desk, and she sat leisurely with her legs spread. “Come sit doll.” She tapped her thigh with two fingers, her eyes soaking in your naked body. You cautiously approached her with your hands clasped in front of you. She pulled you onto her chair like earlier, but the control you had felt was now lost as you straddled her, who was fully dressed, naked.

Her fingers closed around your wrist, guiding your hand down between her legs. You dragged your hand across the tent in the fabric of her trousers. She was already packing. With a shy tilt of your head, you leaned against her chest while playing with her zipper. “Can I?”

“Of course, love.” You eagerly unzipped her pants, releasing her thick black strap. Her hands gripped your hips tightly, stilling you. “Ah, patience. If I let you sit on my cock, you have to stay still while I finish things up.”

You pouted, draping your arms across her shoulders. “Why couldn’t you finish work while Emily was torturing me?”

Because watching you squirm was a lot more fun, and because you’re a brat.” She shot back, and she lowered your hips, moaning slightly as her cock sunk into your pussy. She left one hand resting on the warm skin of your back while she worked. Occasionally the sound of her typing would briefly cease, and her hand would softly grope your tits before you were feeling needy for her touch again. At one point you attempted to shift slightly, cunt already dripping. A sharp smack hit the flesh of your ass, sound resonating in the empty room. You yelped, dropping your head into the crook of her neck, but she didn’t acknowledge it.

“Okay love, all done.” She brought her hand to the back of your head, running her hands softly in your hair. You could’ve cried out in relief. She laughed lightly at the look on your face and gradually slid you off her strap. Picking you up, she wrapped your legs around her waist, carrying you out. “Little break and some rest, and then we can do whatever you want. If you still want to, we can go gentle.”

You nodded, knowing she could feel it against her shoulder. Emily appeared in front of you with a glass of water. ‘ Drink baby.”

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Normal Thing || Emily Prentiss x Actress!Reader || Kinktober Fic 1

CW: Jealousy, secret relationship, drinking & smoking, high sex, oral sex (Em receiving), scratching, hair pulling.

Based on Requests (3) : “ I’ve never been forbidden before” line, Emily smoking/ sharing a blunt :)

Emily reached for the nearly empty wine glass beside her spot on the couch. The screen in front of her flashed to rolling credits and took away the glowing pictures that had dimly lit up her dim apartment. She was left in a dark, quiet apartment as she watched your name scroll by in white block letters.

Downing the last of her glass, she threw her head back against the pillow, trying to gain some relief from the pressure of jealousy pressing painfully against her head. Thoughts swarmed through her head as if she had hit replay on the movie in her head. Images of some man, a conventionally attractive one, even Emily could admit. More alarmingly, the thought of his lips on your neck, her girlfriend’s neck.

She knew it was happening. You had told her clearly and outright as soon as you found out your latest movie would have a love interest and that the romance was a key plot of the movie. She knew that the actions were scripted out, boring words neatly printed on white paper. And she knew that the actions were much more mechanical than sensual, despite how they appeared on a screen. None of this did anything to ease the angry heat that flooded Emily’s body as she watched the movie, miles away from where you were attending the premiere.You had gotten her special permission for your girlfriend to watch from home rather than attend with you because the two of you were a long-term secret to everyone except a select few. Emily had very few successful relationships before you; she wasn’t going to shove all her commitment issues under a spotlight too.

Emily knew you had followed through with your plan to leave as soon as the event was over when she picked up her phone to text from JJ. Just drove by your street to a crazy amount of paparazzi. What’s going on? I'm nosy.

Emily played dumb. I'm not sure, probably just someone high-profile passing through; we do live in D.C.

Sure enough, no more than seven minutes later, Emily heard your key turn in the lock as you slipped into the stark quietness of the apartment. Emily took in your appearance as you turned the corner, glowing in a silky dress, heels in your hand, and slightly out of breath from taking a long loop around the apartment complex to ditch the cameras before you entered. Emily’s envy cooled slightly, staring at your flushed face and bright smile as you approached her. Tossing your shoes on the floor, you draped yourself over your girlfriend, leaving a smear of lipstick on her neck as you pressed your mouth to her pale skin. “Hi love, what’d you think?” You murmured softly against her ear, grinning as a wisp of her hair tickled your nose.

You shrieked as she suddenly pulled you flush against her, her hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass of the thin silk of your dress. Flailing your arms out in front of you, you caught yourself with your hands planted into the cushions of the couch, just above Emily’s shoulders. She remained silent, eyes glued to you as she framed your chin with her hand, running the pad of her thumb across your bottom lip. “You didn’t answer my question,” you said softly with a tilt of your head. “Did you even watch it?”

“Of course I watched it,” she replied defensively. Occupied with running her hand across your collarbone until the spaghetti strap slipped off your shoulder, revealing the curves of your breasts.

“Then why aren’t you saying anything? You didn’t like it?” You pouted slightly. She was always honest about everything with you, mostly. If she couldn’t say it to you, it must be horrendous.

“No, of course not.” She grabbed the back of your thighs, dropping you onto your back on the couch. “You were excellent, stunning. I just didn’t like that man’s hands all over my girlfriend,” she groaned, a low husk present in her voice. Her lips twitched into a brief grin as she flipped your dress up to your waist, grabbing your ankles as she pressed her lips to the soft flesh of your stomach. Your hand spasmed out beside you, sending something clattering to the ground. You shot up at the noise, peering over the edge of the couch. “What was that?”

“Probably nothing, anyway.” Emily reached her hand back out toward you, but her rushed dismissal already had you curious.

You swept your hand along the ground until it brushed against an object small enough to hold in your palm. Bringing it closer, your eyes recognized the cherry-red outline of a lighter. You slowly swiveled your head toward your girlfriend, close enough to see her eyes dart back and forth in the dark. “I thought you quit.”

Emily leaned back against the pillow, spreading out across from you. “No,’ she drawled. “I retired, meaning I can always return to smoking an occasional blunt if I so choose to.”

“Mhm, is that right?

“ Oh, come on, I can hear it in your tone. I work in the FBI; I see, hear, and work with the whole “Danger of Drugs” presentations and cases all the time. I’m not stupid with it; one blunt is not going to kill me."

“Good for you, my turn. I work in the film industry and also see it all the time, except I’m the one being offered said drugs at least once a job.”

“Stopping you right there, that’s different. You’re being offered lines of coke with unknown origins. This is just-”

That's not the point. I’m talking about the concept of the point.” You spoke with your hands, flinging your hand out toward her for cutting you off the first time.

She grinned, catching your wrists. “What are you forbidding me?” She purred, slipping her hands underneath the slit of your dress, gripping your hips tightly. “That’s adorable. I’ve never been forbidden before.” Emily leaned into you, smirking against your skin. “Maybe you need this more than me. Might loosen you up a little…” Her voice went singsongy as she pressed her pointer fingers and thumbs into the base of your neck, massaging in circles.

“I’m shooting a new project at 5 am tomorrow.”

“All the more reason to. You relax, you can fall asleep, and you go to work. “I’ll do it with you. For your benefit, of course,” she added with a sly grin.

“Fine, but when I'm done, you're done.”

“Deal.” She scrambled upright, plucking the lighter from your hand as she climbed on your lap until her legs were tucked around your waist. “Does this usually require you to be on top of me?”

“Um, who’s the expert here?” She replied with the same level of sarcasm in return. You laughed softly as she adjusted in between your legs to be able to reach over you to the end table. Taking the opportunity presented to you as she pressed her breasts flush against your body, your hands slipped under her pajama shirt, fingers running up the slope of her toned stomach. When she lowered herself back down onto your lap with a blunt and lighter in hand, she slipped the t-shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere beside you.

“Hold,” Emily commanded softly, placing the end of the blunt between your lips as she flicked the lighter. The glowing orange flame in the small space between you illuminated your faces in the dark. With carefully steady hands, Emily lowered the flame down toward your mouth, her face scrunched until she finally saw the blunt light up.

“Don’t suck in; you’ll have a coughing fit. Deep breath, then let it go.” She placed two fingers to your lips. A small tickle scratched the back of your throat, and Emily took the blunt from your lips to her own as you exhaled. Much more comfortable, Emily took a drag and added to the soft cloud of smoke between you. Passing it back and forth, you eventually ended up sprawled out between her legs, resting your head on your stomach as she laid against the arm of the couch.

Slithering over onto your stomach, you wrapped your arms underneath her legs, gently resting your chin on her lower stomach. Looking up at her through your lashes, Emily clocked the gleam in your eye immediately. She asked anyway. “What do you want?”

“Midnight snack?” You suggested with a tilt of your head, propping yourself up on your elbows.

“There’s stuff in the kit-’” She lost her speech as you toyed with the strings of her pajama pants.

“But you’re so much closer, you murmured, sliding her clothes down to her ankles.

“Fuck,” she managed to pant out as you pressed your lips to her folds. Her head snapped up, and glossy eyes now followed your movements lustfully. She tangled her hands in your hair, running her nails across your scalp before she tugged it up into a makeshift ponytail. Your lips parted with a sharp inhale as she tugged enough to make your neck tilt slightly back before guiding you back down between her legs, where arousal glistened from her slit. “Quit teasing.”

You obeyed, wrapping your lips around her clit. Emily dropped her head back, placing the momentarily forgotten blunt back in her mouth where she held it loosely between her lips. Flattening your tongue against her cunt, the brunette's hips jolted, grinding down onto your mouth. With her gasp of pleasure came a cloud of warm smoke that lingered over your head.

Her eyes devoured you hungrily, tracing down the arch of your back and curve of your ass as you ate her out. Watching Emily’s fingertips dig into the cushion, you knew she was close. Swirling your tongue in circles around her clit you felt her shudder against you, shaky breaths bursting into gasps and strings of curses. Her thighs quivered, pressing against your ears as she came so that you could feel the warm, excited rushing sounds of your own body. Collecting her juices on your tongue, you came up from between her legs with glistening lips pursed in a satisfied smile.

Sliding up on top of her, she grabbed your chin, pulling your mouth down to her own. As she engaged you in a furiously messy kiss, she dragged her nails down your exposed back before grasping at the flesh of your ass.

Both of your bodies jumped up slightly in sync with each other as a sharp knock interrupted your hazy post-sex makeout session. Emily scrambled up as you did, hastily gesturing for you to sit back down.

"Emily, you're naked. You can’t answer the door.” You pulled the straps of your dress back up, running your hands quickly through your hair. Emily looked around anxiously, biting her lip as you headed for the door. “Shit wait, love.”

Too late. You opened the door to an immediately started blonde, mouth frozen open just as she was about to speak. She looked from you to the address numbers nailed into the door, even though she had been to Emily’s place for plenty of dinner parties and girl nights. The route was engraved into her memory at this point. Then her eyes swept back to you, and her face went slack with recognition and shock as she processed your frazzled state and who’s apartment entryway you were standing in.

She stuttered, peaking around the door as if any moment Emily was going to come around the corner and yell surprise or JJ was going to wake up from her own dream. Emily did in fact come around the corner, but wrapped in a sheet with smudged eyeliner as she heard her friends stutter, “Oh my god.”

Letting herself in, she closed the door behind her, dragging Emily by the arm. “Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, are you sleeping with a movie star?” She whisper-yelled

She turned to you as if their conversation wasn’t happening three feet away. “I don’t mean that in a bad way. I mean, you’re fucking gorgeous.”

“JJ” Emily cut her off, covering her eyes by resting her head in the palm of her hand. She struggled to come up with a coherent response, eventually looking up, looking slightly lost as her gaze went back and forth between the two of you.

JJ squinted, scrutinizing your faces in the dim light. “Wait, are you both high? Emily groaned as you giggled, horribly attempting to cover the laugh with your hand over your mouth.

“Okay, why don’t you sit down JJ, and let me go get dressed. Why are you here?”

“I’ve been trying to call you for the last hour. We have a new case. We’re supposed to take off in an hour.” She walked backwards as she talked, still distracted by the situation at hand.

The back of her knees hit the corner of the couch, and she turned forward, facing just as Emily pivoted around on her heel with a hurried shout. “Wait, not there!”

JJ’s eyebrows furrowed at the suddenly urgent command before her face went slack with realization. “Oh my god, Emily.”

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CW: smut, dom!JJ x sub!reader, dirty talk, pet names, shower sex , overstim, lmk if I forget anything !

With dramatic heaving breaths, you set down your water and lowered yourself back down to the bench. Your girlfriend chuckled at your stare, tapping up by the headrest. During your workout, small strands of hair had come loose, sticking to your forehead. JJ, on the other hand, always looked annoyingly beautiful when you went to the gym with her. Her blond hair perfectly slicked back into a ponytail, a form-fitting matching set that showed off her muscular arms, and only a thin, glimmering layer of sweat coated her skin no matter how much time or effort she spent here. “Come on, just five more,” she instructed while tapping her nails on the bar resting above your head.

“I know for a fact that you didn’t push Spencer this hard when you trained with him,” you protested while already finding your grip on the weight above you.

JJ squatted down to whisper in your ear, playing it off as double-checking the weight plates on either side of you. “Mhm, but I didn’t take Spencer back home to our apartment and fuck his brains out after each session, and I don’t think you can say the same doll.”

Luckily, your flushed face didn’t stand out in the crowd among you. JJ stood up with a stoic expression, as if nothing had been said. “Now five more.”

You listened, taking a deep breath before starting the set. You were acutely aware of JJ’s body right behind your head as she spotted the bar hovering above your chest. She was slightly tilted toward you, displaying her exposed abs with every rise and fall of her breath. You got to the third of five and seriously started questioning if it was possible to trick an expert profiler into changing her ways and adapting to sleeping on Sundays and maybe even breakfast in bed. A light stroll down the block for coffee maybe? The thought was tempting. You reset the bar, dropping your arms to your side with theatrics only reserved for your sassy girlfriend. “Alright, I give up.”

You were honestly slightly shocked at how little JJ pushed you to finish. She only responded with a playful hmph before she followed you out to the car and climbed into the driver's seat, planning to take the two of you back to your shared apartment. She hummed along softly to the radio and rested her hand posessively on your thigh without any other acknowledgment.

Dropping your bags off in the entryway, you both routinely headed your separate ways. JJ dug through the kitchen, pulling out ingredients for two. She always did breakfast, you did lunch, and you split the task of dinner on nights you ate in. You always showered first, being the one to use up less hot water before coming out to join her to eat before she retreated for her own shower.

Turning on the stream of hot water, the previously cold bathroom instantly steamed up, causing a quick removal of your skin tight clothes. Looking into the mirror to detangle your hair, you were startled when a blonde head of hair appeared behind you. You turned around to find JJ swaying in before snaking her hands around your waist.”I thought you were making breakfast.” You asked casually. Knowing she was a woman of habit. JJ reluctantly dragged her hands off your skin, only to start removing her only clothing a mere few inches from where you stood awestruck on the bathroom tile. “The bagels will survive," she teased, tilting her head with a direct stare as she let her bra fall to the ground. “I figured I’d join you.”

She dragged her hands across your bare skin with a taunting slowness before letting them drop to her side and slipping under the showerhead with a tilted, teasing grin. You followed her in under a trance.

Her golden hair darkened a shade as she tipped her head back under the water, exposing the flexed curve of her neck.When you shuffled in around her, she latched her hand onto your hips, ?"her slick fingers firmly pressing pink marks on your skin. Her lips found a spot just below your ear following the stroke of your jawline. Sucking gently at your skin, her mouth followed the water droplets sloping down your breasts until she reached your stomach.

Water droplets clung to her eyelashes, leaving a thin, smudged ring of mascara around her eyes as she looked up at you, simultaneously getting on her knees without breaking eye contact. “What made you so needy all the sudden?”

She only pursed her lips at your slight teasing. Her only reaction was the tightening of her grip as she traced circles along your hip bones with her thumbs. Lifting her fingers to her mouth, she dragged two fingers down her tongue. Without warning, she pressed them harshly to your clit causing your body to curl up towards JJ’s with a shocked gasp.

Her silent, nonchalant act broke only moments before she lowered her mouth to your cunt. You felt her lips curl into a smirk against your slit, her soft, warm exhale making you shiver slightly. Slipping her tongue inside you, she dragged her fingernails down your thighs, leaving angry little red lines.

Her tongue languidly circled your clit with ease that contrasted her lust-filled stare and desperate touch. Quickly unable to focus on staying balanced on the slick shower floor, your hands gravitated to the crook of JJ’s shoulders.

As her mouth expertly delved into your cunt, her hands groped at the flesh of your ass in an attempt to pull you in closer. Her tongue swiping along your g-spot with every tug. Without coming up for a breath, she tapped your thigh, guiding your leg cautiously over her shoulder. JJ reveled in being able to feel your thighs shake against her body as she dragged you to the edge of an orgasm. She pressed her tongue flat against your clit as you came. Tilting her head back, she smeared your slick from her chin with a grin, staring up at you as she sucked her fingers clean.

As feeling sank back down through your body, you looked down at the sensation of JJ’s hair lightly brushing against your lower stomach. She was suddenly back between your legs with the same vigor. A slew of incoherent curses and mumbling spilled from your lips as she brushed against your already sensitive pussy. The second her lips wrapped around your clit, you already felt close and still worked up from your last orgasm. You bit down on your lip as a painful pleasure washed over you, almost too overstimulated to think straight. JJ was talentedly and dangerously quick with it too, having you with your head dropped back against the wall with a guttural moan within a few minutes.Eating you out with the passion of a decade-long starved woman, she nudged you to a second climax, her nose brushing against your clit as you did.

As the post-haze of your second orgasm walked over you, the water streaming over your heads turned cold, and you shakily moved to step out onto the rug with the help of JJ’s extended hand. Your girlfriend rang her hair out and loosely wrapped a towel around her body before stepping off the bathroom tiles into the entryway of your bedroom. She turned around to look at you expectantly and only smiled while running her tongue across her lip at your confused expression.

She reached out for you warmly and gently, a mere distraction, you realized, as you ended up pinned against the door frame under the weight of her strength. “I believe we agreed on 5 more at the gym earlier, hm? Looks like you’re making it up to me here, so I believe that's... three more orgasms you owe me?”

“Fuck,” JJ tilted her head into yours with a devilish grin as your seeming meaningless conversation about reps this morning flashed through your mind.

Twisting her three held-up fingers toward you, she curled them down toward her palm teasingly before clumsily dragging you by the waist toward the mattress with a laugh.

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I dont care what yall think or say but they fucked

Like damn Jason, i dont need u to teach me how to catch a serial killer, i need u to teach me how to get a milf like that *chefs kiss*

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Only Need You For The Oxytocin- Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

CW: season 17 section chief Emily💋, stripper!reader, erm not everything Emily does is very legal but let us all close our eyes for the time being, interrogation, enemies to less than enemies. everybody is very flirty in government buildings where they should not be! handcuffs, smut, rough sex, power dynamics (dom!emily), bondage, thigh riding, light degradation, oral sex (em receiving), choking, semi public sex

Rossi tapped his fingers against the windowsill of an interrogation room, turning to face Emily beside him. “Some of the most psychopathic men have sat in the room and started to squirm after thirty minutes. She’s been sitting in there for two hours, unphased.

“She’s not a man,” Emily mumbled, watching the woman on the other side of the glass with squinted eyes. ”I’m going to talk to her.” Emily perked up, finally growing impatient. Grabbing her jacket off the chair behind her, she slipped it on, knowing that Rossi had already turned down the thermostat in there.

"Prentiss, wait, we already drew up a profile. We won’t get anything out of her. She’ll just try to play with you.”

“Let her,’ she replied, leaving Rossi with a half-open mouth as she dipped inside the interrogation room, shutting the door behind her.

“Oh, you’re a new one.” You smiled at the older woman who had finally walked into the room, alluding to the three other agents who had entered hours ago and quickly left. “Shame, Agent Jareau and I were having a grand old time. You could be fun too,” you commented, eyeing her up and down as she introduced herself.

Emily cleared her throat, choosing to ignore your comments. “I’m SSA Emily Prentiss with the BAU. Do you know why you’re here today?”

You tilted your head, feigning confusion. “Because your team wanted to have a little chit chat?”

“Bullshit, you’re too smart for this. You know why you’re here.” Ignoring the chair across from you, she opted to sit against the edge of the table. I’ve already talked to just about everyone else in your club and every other one in the city, for that matter, and they all came to one conclusion. If I needed information, you would have it. She explained calmly yet sternly as she swept her arm toward the door.

You sighed as you rested your tilted head on your palms. “You speak like this is an expectation from me, yet your men dragged me in from the parking lot on the way out of my shift and didn’t tell me anything until I was sitting in your interrogation room, like I’m the one running around committing crimes,” you said pointedly. “And don’t think I didn’t realize your old friend out there was lowering the thermostat, thinking it would get me to tell you whatever you wanted; I’m barely wearing any fucking clothes; of course I’d notice when it drops a few degrees.”

A sense of unease flashed across Emily’s face as she felt slightly guilty. She had come in headstrong, and you were right, without knowing how you ended up here in the first place. She was still standing in a room across from you, who was already on edge, so instead of rewinding, she doubled down. “So now what? You’re not going to give us the information we need to stop a serial killer because you’re offended,” she scoffed, crossing her arms across her chest.

You just stared, watching the woman. She wore a gold watch, its face sitting on her inner wrist, which clinked against her belt buckle lightly every time she dropped her hands to her side. Underneath a long red coat that you desperately wished to be under right now, her outfit was sleek and simple: black pants, thin gold jewelry, and a black blouse with newly undone buttons. Your eyes froze on her shirt, your lips pressing into a smile."Really? Two hours of you and your team of profilers brainstorming, and the best you could come up with was that I would spit out all my information if you sent a woman twice my age in to what exactly, seduce me?” Emily looked caught off guard, and you tipped your head toward her chest. “You’re wearing three fewer buttons than when I watched you walk by this room earlier when Luke left, and a fresh coat of lipgloss.”

Emily held up her hand, leaning in closer over the table. "Okay, I get it—not the correct strategy.”

“No, you had my weaknesses spot on; just use them in a bar or a date, not an interrogation room. I’m not that gullible.” You smirked, enjoying watching Emily’s panic level rise, and then her eyes narrowed as a giggle escaped you.

Emily finally took the seat across from you, resting her forehead in her palm. “You’re giving me a headache.”

She heard you shuffle, reaching underneath the table, and eventually looked up when you tossed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in front of her. She suddenly snapped up in attention. Where did you get those?”

You shrugged, picking one up. “I had them on me.”

“They didn’t search you when you came in?”

You shook your head, going to light one until Emily snatched in from between your fingers. “Stand up,” she directed, dragging two fingers upward through the air as she made her way around the table. You heard her mumble something under her breath, unable to distinguish any of it other than something about doing everything herself around here.

Her hands slid delicately down your sides and along the side seams of your clothes. She hesitated at the sensation of her hands brushing against your bare waist. Clearing her throat, she removed her hands. “Moving on, I need the list of Claire Demont’s regulars; I know she handed the list down to you.”

“I don't feel entirely obligated to help you. Claire has done a lot for me. Men have done a lot of shitty stuff to her. I’m not saying murder is ever the answer, but I don’t doubt that there's a reason for her rage. Can I go home now? Last time I checked, I wasn’t guilty of anything.” You stretched back over the metal frame of the chair, waking up your stiff muscles.

“No yet, but we do have a 24-hour hold because my team is under the very strong impression that you have information regarding the case.” Emily began to trail off upon seeing your disinterested demeanor and knew she wouldn’t be getting through to you. “Look, I can’t get you out of here; the best I can offer you is that we talk in my office instead, but I better be leaving with the list of names, no exceptions, got it?”

“Fine,” you got up slowly, demonstrating restraint to hide your eagerness. Before you could breathe deeply about your new slight ounce of freedom, the agent’s hands were enclosed around both your wrists, swiftly moving them behind your back. A short gasp of shock left your lips as you recognized the cold metal rings that clicked around your wrist. “I thought you said I was under arrest,” you muttered, irritated.

Emily’s chin hovered just above your shoulder as she whispered slowly in your ear, “You’re not; that was just for my entertainment.” A soft chuckle escaped her as she pulled away. Looping her fingers around the chain connecting your wrists, she tugged lightly, directing you toward the door.

Emily stepped outside much more composedly than you when you came face-to-face with three security guards outside the room. Emily knew they would be the only ones left in the building; no other agents remained, and they did not alarm her.

You heard a soft noise from over your shoulder, something you couldn’t make out but clearly Emily had. Turning your head, you found a man’s eyes roaming down your skin, almost greedily. Within seconds, Emily had dropped her coat off her shoulders and draped it over your shoulders. Pulling it closed around you, it hung down almost your entire body. Without a comment, her hand naturally fell down by her badge, and she gave a soft nod as she passed by the remaining guards, giving them no reason to question her authority.

Your heart rate sped up the farther you made it down the hallway; its loud beating suddenly became very evident beneath your chest. Peeking a glance over at Emily, she seemed collected and undeterred as she led the way to her office.

Stepping into her office, you immediately opened your mouth to speak. Before you could get a word out, Emily’s hand was over your mouth as you were pressed up against the wall beside her door as she locked it and pulled down the blinds. She eventually dropped her hand, narrowing the space between you slightly with the tilt of her head. “You’re not very good at this, are you?” She smirked before reaching over your waist to undo the cuffs, then looped them back around her belt. “Sit down,” She tossed her hand out across the office as her eyes scanned the rows of shelves lining the back of the room. You took a seat on the edge of her desk, right across from her chair. She pivoted around on her heel, setting a pen and piece of paper next to you. “Names,” she said, tapping the blank sheet with her nail.

You sighed under your breath but picked up the pen anyway, twirling it in between your fingers. Emily slid herself between her chair and your legs, dangling off her desk, before sitting back. ”Just so you know, I never knew all of Claire’s clients. When she left, she only gave me a handful of regulars' names to pass on to me.”

“That’s fine. The more she interacted with them, or the bigger impression she made on them, the more likely these men were to be targets. Do you know if she slept with any of them?”

“No, she never slept with clients, and despite contrary belief, neither did I,” you clarified, narrowing your eyes into a warning glare.

“I never said that,” Emily corrected, her voice remaining low and even throughout every interaction. “Sometimes it's just helpful to know because a man’s sex life can often tell you a lot about him.”

“If that's the information you need, you don’t need a profiler to find that out. You just need a little attention to things other than the physical act of sex.” You flipped the piece of paper in your lap around so the names were facing Emily as your pen rolled down the list. “These three are married and always want to give up control. They crave attention from the dancers but don’t do anything to draw it to themselves. They don’t demand anything; they want you to come to them. And the next handful of names have been single almost their entire lives. Most of them are possessive, and they want to spend the most time with you. They’ll tell you exactly what they want from you. Those men are typically the ones who will pay for a lap dance or two.”

Emily looked up at you, curious and slightly impressed. “You can tell me all that from a few minutes of interaction?” She asked skeptically. Your eyes skipped to the slight movements of her body, her thighs tensing against the tight fabric of her pants, and her ringer fingers closing against her palms as they rested at her side.

“Almost always, it's quite straightforward to discern if a partner is going to be possessive, controlling, desperate, or possessive.” You selected your words carefully, letting them hang in the silence between the two of you almost tauntingly.

Clearing her throat, Emily shook her head softly, causing a strand of silver hair to fall from her shoulder. “I’m not sure I believe you.”

Without thinking, you slipped off her desk with languid movements, finding yourself hovering over her with knees on each side of her body. You leaned away from her, back arching, so you were suspended over the air in front of her. Within seconds, Emily’s hands grasped at your hips, pulling you farther into the chair. It wasn’t an act of politeness to keep you from falling; it was lust-filled, her bruising grip not lessening or pulling away like two strangers should. Lifting your fingers, you brushed the collar of her shirt out of the way, pressing two fingers to the warm skin beneath her collar bone. Smirking, you felt her skin pulsing against you rapidly—the telltale sound of her racing heart. Tucking her fallen hair behind her ear, you whispered softly and sweetly. “ Just proved it.”

You lifted yourself off of her, starting to climb back down, before her firm grip pulled you forcefully back onto her lap. Her hands slid up her back, fingers playing with the zipper that held your top together teasingly. “Ah, finish what you started, doll.” She positioned you how she wanted to, her thigh between your legs with your hands draped over her shoulders. Her nails trailed down your legs, leaving light red scratches as she tore through your thin fishnet stockings.

Her lips latched to the side of your neck, sucking bruises of red and bluish hues down to your collarbone. Her sudden tightening grip made you suck in a gasp midway through ridding her of her own shirt. “Ride.” With one hand on your waist and the other clinging to the curve of your ass, she started the rocking motion. She flexed her toned thigh, holding you roughly down on her thigh, so every slight movement initiated by her stimulated your clit through the thin fabric between you.

The fact that your breathing was already breaking into stuttered sharp inhales simply from riding her thigh had your face burning. In an attempt to hide the fact, you buried your face against her shoulder, turning away from her unwavering gaze.

She brought your rocking to a halt, stopping to rest a hand on the base of your neck until you had to pull back upright to breathe deeply enough for the stars in your vision to disappear. “Eyes on me,” she corrected without additional comment before continuing her motions.

Sensing you were close to falling apart for her, she tugged your panties to the side, pressing the pad of her thumb to your clit. “Fuck,’ you trembled against her strong frame. The older woman’s eyes suddenly darted over your shoulder, and she quickly brought her hand from between your legs up to your mouth, pushing two fingers coated in your arousal past your lips.Sensing a noise behind you, your eyes widened in fear, realizing she had given you her fingers to keep you quiet.

There was a knock on the door, and Emily didn’t appear to be as alarmed as she should be, in your opinion. “Get under my desk and stay quiet.” She husked directly in your ear, nudging you down onto your knees in front of her, and she called out. “Come in,”

Anderson entered, swiping his badge to unlock the door. “Hey, Agent Prentiss. I just noticed your light was still on and wanted to make sure everything was okay. It’s getting late.”

“I’m good, Anderson, thanks.” She smiled softly as she thanked him. Her eyes fell coolly to the papers you had scattered across her desk from sitting on it. “I’m just finishing up some case files. I’m a bit behind at the moment.” Emily shuffled forward in her chair in an attempt to hide you if Anderson stepped any closer.

Sensing that he seemed to want to linger for a moment, you reached towards Emily’s zipper, her belt already on the floor beside you from your flurry of undressing earlier. Her hands engulfed your wrists, but after a minute of protesting, she had to lift her hand back up to avoid looking like she was fighting something under the table. The opportunity for payback was being handed to you on a silver platter.

Her voice spiked up an octave as her legs clenched over your ears. Unperturbed, your tongue traced along her slit as she kept up with Anderson’s casual conversation about work and what she did when she wasn’t at the office. Her hands dropped lightly into her lap and beneath the view of her desk, but unbeknownst to the man rambling to her, she had her hands gripping at your hair, tugging harshly as your tongue swirled around her clit. She resisted the urge to look down just briefly to catch a glimpse of her arousal smeared across your mouth, hair mussed from her touch.

You picked up your pace as you heard Ansderson start moving back toward the door, which left Emily’s legs quivering as she climbed toward an orgasm with every lap and flick of your tongue. The second the door was locked behind the security guard, Emily’s hands found the back of your head, nudging your mouth into her cunt. “Fuck, you better let me come on your mouth after that little stunt, sweetheart.”

You grinned up at her from the floor, a mischievous look in your eyes as you delved back into her cunt, wrapping your lips around her clit as she moaned while orgasming on your tongue. She panted as she came back down from her high, slouching back into her chair and spreading her legs. She helped you up off the floor, fixing you up before yourself.

In the middle of it all, you picked up a pink sticky note and pen off her desk, scribbling something down. Emily’s eyes narrowed as you held out the sheet. “What is this? You were supposed to give me all the names already.”

“I did,” you said, rolling your eyes at her assumption. "This is the club address, and when I work, Stop by sometime; you do still owe me an orgasm,” you pointed out with a grin.”

“Mhm,” her eyes widened at your boldness as she held one knuckle to her lip, hiding her soft, sly grin. ”Well, I risked my job because you're a desperate little thing, so I think you owe me about three. I thought you didn’t sleep with clients.”

You shrugged and started heading for the door. “Well, there's a first time for everything, or maybe I’m just making an exception for you,’ you teased," she said, pivoting around to return her coat on her arm that you had forgotten about for a brief second.

She gave you a small head tilt. “Keep it; I’ll see you shortly anyways,’ she suggested, and you just dropped your head slightly, smiling on your way out.

"Have a good night, Agent Prentiss.”

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Powering through tonight 💪

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Hey pookies!

I just graduated last week (don’t mention it) and got over the depression that followed so I’m currently on a summer writing grind! Finishing up 1 Emily fic and then working through my requests. Also just updated my request post with who I write for bc that’s changed a bit :)

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

Never Have I Ever

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.9k+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never have I ever…” you purred. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I could change that.” 

Your head snapped up.

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

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

“Okay,” you whispered. 

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

When you came, you cried.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Never have I ever…”

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Writing about s17 Emily in the red trench coat bc it needed to be done 🫡✂️

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i just wanna go into the criminal minds hashtag and not be BOMBARDED with him plzplzplz🙏

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hii could you possibly do a jj x emily x reader smut fic where they are protective over her and maybe someone else flirts with her idk 🫶

What We Deserve || J.J x E.P x reader

a/n: changed it slightly bc I kept getting stuck and scrapped this like three times but hope you guys like it :)

CW: dark!jemily x sunshine reader, guns, violence, Emily and JJ turning to revenge, slightest past Emily angst, stalking and sexual harassment (a man who later becomes irrelevant), threesome, age gap, smut, mild gunplay, strap-on sex, oral sex, face-sitting, daddy kink (one time), light choking, praise (she holds your hand and talks you through it🥰)

“I can stay tonight,” you offered up easily, trying to hide the fact that you were incredibly eager at the possibility of not returning home tonight.

Emily looked up from her desk, baffled by why you would ask to spend the night working, and scrutinized your body language with her eyes. This was something Garcia had warned you about when she recommended you for the job position Emily and JJ were trying to fill. They were excellent profilers, or at least formerly, but their old habits never left them.

After the two women turned to a more avenging and under-the-table profession, they turned to Garcia for her usual tech intel, but as she remained a current government employee, she was unable to give them her usual assistance. Instead, she recommended you, “her protégé,” she claimed.

You had offered up your nights to the older woman four times in the last two weeks, which wouldn’t be unusual for a demanding corporate job, but this wasn’t that. The couple worked from their grand home with three offices to exceed all their work needs. You assisted them on the tech side of things and were an expert at tracking people down. In this case, it was usually whatever unpunished psychopath or scumbag they were currently hunting.

“Why don’t you want to ever go home?” Emily questioned, resting the end of her pen on her lip. Her question was in no way rude, despite her consistently assertive tone. She just wanted to know why anyone would rather spend their nights working at a new job with few people to talk to and staring at a mini computer screen than return to a cozy apartment.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just willing to help out here,” you replied, rubbing your knuckles against the fabric of your pencil skirt.

JJ, who was shuffling through a paper trail you just printed out, profiled you cockily without even looking up. “ Lying? Didn’t think you had it in you sunshine,” the blonde quipped.

The "Sunshine" nickname and “Learn that from Garcia?” Jokes have been nonstop since you started. You weren’t sure how much of your demeanor you actually picked up from spending plenty of time with Penelope or if it just stemmed from the fact that you were generally quieter and gentler than the two women who kept guns tucked underneath their blazers at all times.

Emily flicked JJ’s shoulder as she slid behind JJ’s chair to reach a final cabinet, a subtle way of telling her to cut it out, but she couldn’t help the small smirk that crossed her face. She tipped her head toward you, pointing across the hall. “Go grab your work and bring it back here. Shut the lights off on your way back too.”

You quickly pivoted around, treading to the conference room to grab a folder and your laptop. For two vigilantes, they were incredibly organized. You assumed that’s what made them so good, and their FBI experience probably helped. You returned to work in their office, working through the list of wanted profiles and trails for the two women. At some point, Emily appeared behind you, watching as your fingers flew across the keyboard. You restrained your instinct to flinch as her hands grasped your shoulders.

After two hours, the glare of your laptop screen blurred before your eyes. Entirely zoned out, you jumped slightly when Emily’s hands found your shoulders, her breath rushing across your ear. “Go home, rest; it’s late,” the gravelly sound of her voice sounded from just above your shoulder.

“You’re still here working though,” you protested out, pointing out how her and JJ were still camped out at their desks with no intent of leaving anytime soon.

She raised her eyebrow, catching you off guard when she spun your chair around, pressing her knee into the seat beside your thigh. “That was an order. You’re no help if you come back tomorrow sleep-deprived. JJ and I have been on this schedule for years. We’ll sleep when we retire.”

You listened, gathering up your stuff. Your keys jangled against your side as you stopped to linger in the doorway before making your way out to your car.

The streets were pitch black and mostly empty as you drove to the low thrum of the radio. Your fingers bounced anxiously on the steering wheel while pulling into the parking lot beneath your apartment complex. It was late; nobody would still be out and about, and your trip up to the 3rd floor would be uninterrupted. You reassured yourself. You were right to some extent. The stairwells were empty and a little eerie.

Your hand closed around your doorknob when the reason you were reluctant to return home called out, making you flinch in the dark. “Late night?”

“Mhm,” you replied dismissively while hurriedly fumbling for your keys. You could see his silhouette in his shadow as he stepped out of his apartment and turned down the hall toward yours.

“What kept you out late?”

“Just work.” You didn’t look up, pushing your door open roughly. Slipping inside, you were a second too slow. ”Good night, Ro,” you said sternly, attempting to close the door as he appeared in your doorway. Your heart started thumping in your chest as his palm slapped against the already splintering door.

“Hey, wait up, what’s the rush?” He grinned, holding his weight against the door to keep it open. You froze, only able to keep the door at the crack it was, and no further. Too focused on your sweaty hands gripping the door, you missed the soft clicking pair of footsteps until it was too late.

Two strong hands engulfed your body, one sliding around your waist and pulling you against a warm torso, and the other expertly clamping down on your mouth. Your eyes darted back and forth, catching a whirl of raven hair between you and the door. Without your half of the balancing act, the door slammed up against the wall, leaving Ro and the stranger in your apartment facing off.

“May I help you sweetheart?” A sickly sweet and familiar voice rang out, throwing your stalkerish neighbor for a loop. Emily.

You were dragged backward slightly, out of view, forcefully but not violently. A blond wave of hair fell over your shoulder, and vanilla perfume became mixed in with your heavy breaths. Emily, and JJ.

Ro suddenly stepped back into the hallway. ”Who the hell are you? Wait, you were on the news. You were in the FBI.”

“Catching on so quickly,” Emily taunted while revealing her gun from her side, raising it casually. “Step inside, close the door behind you, scream and you won’t make it back out alive,” she instructed, waving the barrel of the gun as she spoke.

He obeyed, if only out of obvious terror. JJ stepped out of the shadows with you in her grasp. Out of angry instinct, he lurched toward you. “Crazy bitch.”

JJ defensively tightened her bicep around your body, moving you behind her. She and Emily moved as one fluid, deadly unit. Sharp, efficiently placed pressure on Ro’s shoulders from Emily made him drop to the floor like a fly, his knees cracking against the floor. The point of JJ’s boot dug into the flesh of his leg, threateningly close to his crotch.

Emily was back to looming over him, hands steady as she clicked the gun against his temple. ”Here’s how this is going to work. We managed to find video footage of you breaking into this apartment, stalking, and harassing, and that’s just the surface—things that we found in seconds. If, and that’s a questionable if you leave here alive, so will we, because if you turn us in, we turn you in, and with all the cameras disabled in this apartment, who are the courts more likely to believe former FBI agents who left peacefully and with high credibility, or you?” Silence. “That’s what I thought. You’ll also be ending your lease within the next 24 hours, and I highly suggest your next place be at least 25 miles from this apartment. Last but not least, apologize.”

You saw him wince at the pressure from the weapon or Emily’s voice as he looked up at you from the ground.

“ I-, I’m sorry! Ah!” He yelled out as Emily knicked the side of his head.

“Do fucking better, and I’m not one to dish out third chances, so make it good.”

You nearly blacked out at the scene unfolding in front of you. His apology played like a distant voiceover in your head; JJ’s hands felt hot against your skin; and you didn’t even start to leave this dazed state until Emily was forcefully leading your now-former neighbor out of your apartment.

Emily guided you toward the back of your apartment while JJ locked it up, not before surveying the hallway twice.

Flicking on a dim light, Emily braced herself against the doorframe as you turned around to face her. “So, “I can totally work late,” was actually Mr. insecure fucking stalker?” She prodded, adding a slight imitation of your voice into her tone.

“He wasn’t a stalker; he was just gross and pushy. He asked me out when he first moved in; I said no, and he never really let it go,” you explained in an attempt to descalate.

Emily scoffed, removing her blazer as she invited herself to sit down on your bed with her hands pressed into her thighs. “Honey, he intercepted you every time you came home, couldn’t take no for an answer, and knew your schedule by heart. Why didn’t you just tell JJ or me? We could’ve handled it.”

You circled around the room, still attempting to process what had happened. “Okay, and by handled, do you mean go fucking insane?” You asked in a raised whisper, tangling your almost-twitching fingers in your hair. “You cannot just pull a gun out from underneath your blazer and hold it to someone’s head while your wife threatens them with credentials she no longer even has!”

Emily stood up quickly, untucking her blouse from her pants with her sharp movements. “And he can’t just monitor your life and push his way into your apartment!” She shot back with fire in her tone. You seemed to have hit a nerve. Your best guess was that wherever this anger was coming from, it also had to do with whatever reason she left the BAU for, something she had yet to reveal to you. “He had no right, and you’re not responsible for his actions. Look at me,” she commanded, tipping your chin toward her gaze with two fingers. “Even if you said yes, he would still behave as he always has, as a creeping coward. I spent my whole career chasing carbon copies of men like him. Nothing will change their sense of entitlement from believing they deserve women who they could never appreciate or understand.” Finishing, her chest rose up and down with emotion as you remained still in her grip.

“Is that why you quit?” You asked, slightly steering the conversation back toward her. “Because of people getting what they didn’t understand or deserve?”

“Yes, I was tired of having to put people I cared about or wanted to care about,” she added, refocusing on you, “in danger and not being able to be the one who served repercussions.”

Feelings you had pushed down since day 1 rose up in your throat. “And have you ever contemplated what you deserve?” you asked as a more relaxed smile curled on her lips.

She nodded as her eyes flickered down your skin. Her forehead glistened with unexpired anger and effort as she swiped a piece of damp hair from it.

“And what’s that?” you asked. Moving your hands backwards, they landed on the dresser, feeling as if the space between you and Emily was growing closer and closer, more intoxicatingly suffocating.

“You.” JJ’s smooth and confident voice filled in the blank for Emily, and you felt your entire body flush with warmth. She had been walking by the door with silent steps and filled in the rest with context. While her calm and mildly seductive reaction to the scene surprised you, it only made Emily grin, curling her fingers to invite the blonde into the room as she shut the door behind her. Emily had seen the way her wife’s gaze soaked in your body the first day you stepped in the door with a bright smile, making her hungrily sink her teeth into her lip. Emily admittedly had quite a similar reaction.

Distracted by JJ’s appearance, you hadn’t noticed Emily’s shift until you felt her body press up behind you and her lips dance across your neck. Removing her gun from her side, you expected her to put it on the nightstand beside you, so you were taken aback when she pressed the edge up against your ribs, leaving you to feel the cool metal through the thin material of your shirt. All the air left your lungs as she slowly dragged it up your skin, her deep red-painted nails leaving a trail of scratches in their wake. The barrel of the gun followed the curve of your chin until she used to tip to guide your gaze up to hers. Trust me, at least for tonight.” She placed the gun on your nightstand with dangerous amusement flashing across her eyes.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she pulled you between her legs, unbuttoning your shirt with nimble fingers until it slipped off your shoulders. Slipping her hands beneath the hem of your skirt, her fingers grazed against the skin of your lower belly, the cold metal of her rings making you tense.

She slowly and seductively removed the rest of your clothes, taking her sweet time to soak in every inch of your body. You followed her lead as she charmingly held out her hand to help you climb up and kneel on the mattress. She followed, settling at the top of the bed. “Come up here; let me taste you.” She rapped your thighs until you were straddled over her body. Her suave confidence and eagerness to aid in your pleasure were new to you and created a confusing knot of feelings in your stomach. Your knuckles turned white with your grip on the headboard, holding yourself up delicately.

Emily wet her lips, curving them into a smile. “Sit means actually sit, love.” Her hands gripped the back of your legs, dragging your throbbing cunt onto her mouth. A satisfied groan left her lips, vibrating through you.

Behind you, JJ’s nonchalance surprised you. In every other environment, she was incredibly overprotective. In this case, both the people she was ever overprotective of were right in front of her, so she was happy to pour a drink, sit back and watch… or at least for a moment.

Through your muffled thoughts brought on by Emily’s lips wrapping around your clit and her hands kneading at the flesh of your thighs, you heard JJ’s glass clink on the table before her hands appeared on your body. You felt the mattress sink beneath you as she climbed up on the bed behind you, cupping your breasts in her hands as her lips trailed along your neck. “If I’m gonna let you fuck my wife, I think it’s only appropriate that I get something as well, don’t you, doll?” She murmured, her breath leaving a trail of warmth along your skin, until she found your mouth, sinking her teeth into your bottom lip. A soft whine escaped as she pulled away, taking her touch with her, and sat down next to you.

Your knuckles grew white against the headboard as Emily’s tongue curled against the walls of your tongue, drawing you closer and closer to a shattering orgasm. JJ, next to you was only contributing to your arousal as she undressed herself and raked her long, blond hair out of her face with a ravenous look. Your body tensed on quivering thighs resting on either side of Emily’s head as she pulled your cunt down in her mouth, flattening her tongue against your sensitive nerve. A stew of moans and expletives fell from your lips as you coated her tongue, and she looked up with a slick, lopped grin as if she had just won a trophy.

Without more than half a breath, she was up and directing you between JJ’s legs, driven by lust-induced vigor. “Eat her out,” she commanded with a soft air of confidence.

Focused on pleasuring JJ, you only caught a blur of Emily in your peripheral vision, slipping out of black work pants and letting her belt hit the ground. Arched between JJ’s legs, she secured her feet over your shoulders, trapping your head between toned thighs as you delved into her cunt. The blonde’s head sank back with a guttural moan as you circled and sucked at her clit.

You stuttered as Emily caught you off guard, dragging her fingers down your spine until she squeezed your ass. JJ’s hands found their way into your hair, guiding your back down between her legs with a sickly soft tone, but you didn’t miss the smirk shot at Emily over her head. “Focus baby, okay? Don’t worry about her.”

You listened, far into the hazy trance of the women surrounding you. As your tongue roamed JJ’s pussy you could feel Emily’s grasp on your hips, positioning them to her likely, and then what came as a startle from your lack of awareness was the silicon texture of her thick strap gently teasing your entrance as you brought her wife closer and closer to an orgasm.

She pistoned the faux-cock inside of you, and you choked out a gasp that made JJ’s hips stutter as she arched her back off the mattress. “Fuck, almost there, doll, let me come on your tongue.” Her words slowly morphed into pants as she reached her climax, with a heaving chest and a tight grip on your hair. Her legs relaxed on your shoulder as Emily continued thrusting into you, the slight ridges of her strap against your walls leaving you gripping at JJ with desperation. JJ found your hands. Running her thumbs across your knuckles with soft praise. “Come for daddy, baby,” she mumbled into her forward before leaning up into Emily’s brief breathless kiss. Your three sheening bodies were intertwined in various ways. The room was filled with obscene noises and sounds from the lingering exhaustion of pleasure.

With close attention, JJ caught on when you were close, using two fingers to drag your chin upwards, forcing you to look her in the eye as your juices coated Emily’s cock. As you came, Emily’s hand wrapped lightly around your throat, adding an extra starry haze to your orgasm. You collapsed in a euphoric state on JJ’s lap. She chuckled at your fucked-out state, running her hands through your hair. Emily wore a similar smile of satisfaction as she left a trail of light kisses down the back of your legs. She was the one to get up and go to the bathroom, preparing to help the three of you clean up and collapse back onto your queen-sized bed in a dreamlike sleep.

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As pride month comes upon us, as we can of course mourn the fact that the network scrapped bisexual Reid and lesbian Prentiss- please do not forget about our canonically queer legend: Dr Tara Lewis. Give my girl the recognition she deserves.