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A Well-Kept Secret

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Synopsis: While working on a case in D.C., Spencer didn't expect to hear a familiar name being mentioned as the sole surviving witness. Or, in which the team discovers Spencer's well-kept secret.

Warning(s): established secret relationship, mentions and/or depictions of death/physical violence/gun violence/injury/attack, signs of trauma, survivor's guilt, curse words, hurt/comfort, nudity but it's not sexual, allusions to sexy times, mentions/implied alcohol consumption

Word Count: 5900-ish

Author's Note: hiya! I decided to write this lil piece after seeing the fic challenge posted by @imagining-in-the-margins abt the family/found family trope. I had a lotta fun writing this one and I think it's got potential to be something more. So pls comment or message me if you wanna see me exploring with this idea (either turning it into a series of connected one-shots or multi-parters). Don't forget to like/comment/reblog and give me a follow :) I hope you enjoy! 💞

Criminal Minds Masterlist

When Hotch had notified the team to haul their asses up and drove all the way to D.C., Spencer never expected that it would also entail him having to suffer through a mini heart attack.

The series of attacks around D.C. had been dominating the 6 PM news segments in the entire country. What was initially perceived as a suspected sequence of robberies gone wrong--since the first two targets to have been hit were a bank and a prestigious auction house--soon turned into a nationwide panic as people realized that there was a bigger game at play.

After the third attack was found to have occurred in the headquarters of one of the top, up-and-coming renewable energy startups in the states, the D.C. police finally started to entertain the idea that perhaps they hadn't been dealing with their usual petty robbers at all.

And naturally, that was when the BAU had been called in.

As soon as the team entered the Metropolitan PD bullpen, they were struck with the smell of panic and the sight of chaos.

"Agent Hotchner?" A middle-aged man in a gray shirt and blue tie appeared in front of them. "My name is Detective Mills, we spoke on the phone."

"Of course, Detective." Hotch shook the other man's hand. "This is my team. Agent Prentiss, Jareau, and Dr. Reid. I have two others already at the latest crime scene. What can you tell us so far?"

"As you can see--" Detective Mills gestured towards the frenzied scene behind him, "--the entire D.C. area is going haywire after news broke out about yesterday's attack. The public is demanding the city to be put on lockdown, and I'm getting pressure from above as well. We received information that nearly half the city has called in sick today."

"A classic response to mass paranoia," Spencer noted.

"Well, paranoia or not, I just want to start getting some answers." Detective Mills began to lead the team further into the bullpen. "I have every pair of hands I could spare in this. If they aren't out there chasing leads, they're here interviewing the victims, friends, and families."

"Any luck so far?" Emily asked.

"Nothing more than what you've probably seen in the files."

Detective Mills pushed open the door to an office in the corner, away from the havoc in the center of the station.

"Lieutenant Jeffreys retired a couple of weeks ago. The lucky bastard." Detective Mills scoffed jokingly. "It's the most decent space I can spare at the moment. Think you'll be fine in here?"

"It's more than enough, Detective. Thank you," Hotch replied.

"What about the witnesses from yesterday's attack? Have you had the chance to interview them?" JJ asked as the rest of the team started setting up.

"Some of my men are with them right now. But I doubt they'll have anything useful. Just like the other two cases, the attack happened while most of the office was out. The rest left behind were DOA at the latest scene."

"They're rapidly devolving," Spencer pondered out loud as he skimmed over the case files. "They went from killing a non-compliant security guard during the first attack to executing almost every witness in the last one."

JJ raised an eyebrow. "Almost?"

"It says here there is one survivor." Spencer showed the word he had underlined in the case overview to JJ.

"Yes, there is," Detective Mills confirmed. "I had one of my men talk to her. There's not much she could give us. Thing is, she wasn't even supposed to be there."

"What do you mean?" Emily asked.

"She didn't work in that office. She was a consultant who just happened to be visiting. Poor girl's pretty shaken up. She hid in a supply closet the entire time. She was the one who found the bodies and called 911."

"So, the perpetrators never checked the rooms while they were holding the victims hostage?" Hotch questioned.

"Not according to her statement, no. See, I thought it weird myself. Do you have any idea why?"

"Not sure." Hotch hummed, deep in thought. "Perhaps our UnSubs didn't think to check because they didn't know someone was in there. Detective, you said all of the victims were the only employees of the company who didn't attend the event downtown, correct?"

"Yeah, they were the only ones who weren't listed as attendees. Why? Do you think those people were specifically targeted?"

"Unfortunately, we can't rule out anything yet this early in the investigation," Hotch said. "We need to talk to the witnesses to know more. JJ?"

"On it." JJ nodded. "What can you tell us about yesterday's sole survivor, Detective?"

"Not much. I didn't interview her personally, one of my men did. She works at a consulting engineering firm in town," Detective Mills replied. "I believe her name is... what is it called?"

When Detective Mills mentioned the name, Spencer's heart instantly crashed inside of its cage.

"What?" His hand had stopped scribbling on the board. In a matter of miliseconds, Spencer had crossed the room towards the doorway where Detective Mills was standing. "What did you say her name was?"

Dumbfounded, the detective stared at a dread-stricken Spencer before spelling out the name once more.

"Why? What's wrong?" Detective Mills asked in confusion.

JJ touched Spencer's shoulder. "Hey, you okay?"

But Spencer, either too alarmed or merely choosing not to acknowledge both questions, asked instead, "Where is she? I need to see her."

"In the waiting room by the pantry--"

Spencer didn't even wait for Detective Mills to form his complete thought before dashing out. JJ exchanged a glance with Emily following Spencer's sudden exit, perplexed by his odd turn of behavior.

"I'll go get him," JJ announced before leaving the room, chasing after a flurry of wavy hair and a wool-knitted purple vest sprinting across the bullpen.

The roaring commotion inside the station was almost loud enough to rival the intensity of your racing thoughts.

Almost.

At this point, you didn't think there was anything you could do anymore. The vivid images from yesterday's attack were playing continuously in your head. There was nothing you could do to stop them.

Rubbing your eyes from exhaustion, you mourned the loss of sleep that you failed to get the previous night. As if the waking nightmares weren't torment enough, the images had somehow translated even more cruelly into your subconscious. You could barely close your eyes for three seconds without feeling like you had been brought back to that place.

Cold, cramped, and alone. Fearing for your life in the tiny supply closet that smelled more like death than bleach.

At the sound of the door opening, you quickly turned around in your seat to hide your face away from prying eyes. The last thing you needed at that moment was having a complete stranger seeing you fall apart in the middle of a police station.

But when the voice came carrying the sound of your name, it wasn't the voice of a complete stranger you had heard. It was a voice you knew more than you probably knew your own. A voice you loved and a voice you had longed to hear for the past gruesome twenty-four hours.

"Spencer?" You turned back towards the door, seeing the face you adored most in the whole world staring back at you.

"Sweetheart."

At the speed of a lightning, Spencer dropped to his knees in front of you and gathered your broken little pieces into his arms.

Spencer's touch was everywhere. Your hair, your neck, your shoulders. As if he was checking whether you were real. That you were actually there inside his arms, and you were not a simple imagination that his mind had conjured up.

Surrounded by the safety of his embrace, you could feel the shattered pieces of yourself beginning to mend once more.

"Spencer," you uttered his name again as you pulled away, still in disbelief that he was physically there with you.

"I'm here," he promised you as he cupped your face gently.

"Spencer, what are you... How..."

"My team is working your case. We arrived half an hour ago," he explained simply. "Sunshine, why didn't you tell me? I thought you were still in Alaska?"

You had previously apprised Spencer that you would be hard to reach during your trip since you would be spending most of your time at the power plant site where cellphone receptions were scarce. So when an entire day went by without him ever hearing from you, Spencer didn't have any reason to be worried.

Never in a million years would he have ever predicted that you'd be caught in the middle of a hostage situation.

That thought alone caused Spencer to squeeze your hand a little tighter than usual.

"I'm sorry, Spence," you said sincerely. "My trip ended earlier than planned. I arrived back yesterday morning. I actually wanted to surprise you last night. After yesterday's... incident, I wanted to call you, but my phone was shot--"

"Wait, what? You were shot?"

"No! No, baby. Not me. Just my phone," you assured him. "But that's why I couldn't call. I did attempt you once using this station's phone, but it went straight to voicemail."

At the new piece of information, the colors immediately drained from Spencer's face.

"That was you? Fuck. I didn't--I didn't know. I rejected the call because I didn't know it was you."

"Hey." You stopped his guilty rambling with a hand to his cheek. "It's okay. I'm okay. I'm just glad you're here."

And then, because Spencer needed to make sure that you really were okay, he pulled you back into his arms and held you even tighter this time.

"Uh, Spence?"

The sound in the doorway snapped you both out of your mutual reverie. You looked up to see a blonde woman there, staring in an equal mixture of shock and confusion at the sight in front of her.

Spencer begrudgingly untangled himself from your arms before getting up to approach her.

"JJ, do you mind if I do the cognitive for this one?" Spencer asked.

The woman--JJ-- shifted her eyes a few times between you and Spencer. "Um, of course. I'll just go and inform Hotch. Tell us if you need anything."

After JJ's departure, Spencer closed the door again to award you both a much needed privacy.

He grabbed a wooden chair from the corner and dragged it before sitting down right in front of you.

"I need to start the interview now, sweetheart. Think you're up for it?"

Your whole body went rigid for a matter of seconds before you forced it to restart again. It was gone as soon as it came, but Spencer noticed it just the same.

"Look at me," Spencer ordered softly, using his delicate finger to nudge your face up until he was looking straight into your eyes. "I know it's scary. I don't want you to have to relive yesterday either, but it will help us catch whoever did this."

"I've told the police everything I knew yesterday. I was hiding the entire time." Like a coward. "I didn't see anything. I don't have anything else that could help you."

"I know that, sunshine. But as I've told you before, our method is slightly different. We won't be just focusing on what you saw, but also what you smelled, or maybe even heard." Spencer took your hands then, squeezing affectionately. "I'll be here with you the entire time."

The nod you gave him was hesitant, but it was a start nonetheless. You listened intently to Spencer's words and closed your eyes just as he had instructed.

"We'll start at the beginning," you heard him say. "Why don't you tell me why you went there yesterday?"

"I, uh, received a call from my friend, Nick, after my plane landed. We had been communicating back and forth since his company seeked my consultation for one of their upcoming projects," you began. "I wasn't even supposed to work because I had requested the day off. But Nick said it didn't have to be a formal meeting, so I agreed to meet him."

"Tell me what you remember after arriving at the office."

Your mind traveled back to that specific time one day prior. You remembered walking into the place and seeing its unusual state of vacancy even though there was still a good half an hour left before lunchtime.

"I just assumed everyone had gone to lunch earlier and shrugged it off," you recalled.

Spencer nodded his head. "Did anything else strike you as out of the ordinary?"

"No? I don't... I don't know. It was only my second time being there, I'm not sure what was normal and what wasn't."

"Okay. That's okay. You're doing good so far, sweetheart," Spencer quickly interjected, trying to get you to calm down before your distress could turn into a full-blown panic. "Now, what did you do next?"

"I followed Nick into his office."

Nick was keeping his promise true. It hadn't felt like a formal meeting, just two old college buddies reminiscing about the past and discussing possibilities of the future that, of course, included the company's upcoming project which you would be working on with him.

"I excused myself to the bathroom at some point," you added. "When I first heard the commotion, I thought nothing of it. It's like the idea that a group full of armed men had taken over the building didn't even cross my mind. I mean, why would it? I was on my way back to Nick's office when I saw them."

You recalled turning a corner after exiting the bathroom only to see those figures carrying machine guns and shouting at everyone to get on their knees or put their hands above their heads. You remembered sprinting the way you had come from and opening the first door you could reach that just happened to be the supply closet.

"Let's go back to the moment you saw them," Spencer urged gently. "How many people were there? Do you remember any conspicuous detail? Maybe one of them had tattoos or spoke with an accent. Anything that distinguished them."

Taking a deep breath, you tried replaying those crucial seconds slowly in your head.

"There were four of them. I couldn't see much. They were all wearing identical black clothes."

Suddenly, an unexpected piece of memory rushed to the front of your mind. You opened your eyes in shock, meeting Spencer's curious gaze that had been kept intently on you the entire time.

"I think at least one of them is a woman," you told him.

Spencer's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Are you sure?"

"One of the guys said something about... fucking this place up. And then she laughed. I heard her. It was definitely a female laugh."

"Good. That's good."

"Yeah? Do you think it'll help?"

Spencer nodded assuredly, bringing his hand to leave calming strokes on your head. "I know it will. You've done a great job, sweetheart. I'm proud of you."

The praise Spencer gave eased the tension in your shoulders. As if having been granted fresh air after decades of confinement, you were finally able to let yourself breathe again.

Spencer continued his loving strokes on your head. Little by little, the weight of his touch melted the resolve you had built into a pathetic puddle on the floor. Without its mental shield protecting you, your tears sped forward, gathering in your eyes until they spilled on the vast path down your cheeks.

"Hey, hey." Spencer's voice was laden with panic after seeing you start to cry. "Sunshine, what is it? What's wrong? Talk to me."

"I-I just... God." You struggled to get the words out in between sobs. "I'm a coward, Spencer."

"What?"

"All of those people... They died because I was a fucking coward."

Your admission tore into the air before stabbing Spencer right through his chest.

"Sweetheart, you know that's not true."

"But it is!" you cried out, pulling away from Spencer's grounding hold around your shaking body in favor of your own arms. "I was a coward. I ran and hid because I was too scared to die. Too scared to fight. If I had just tried a little harder, I could've called for help. That way, maybe all of those people wouldn't... And Nick wouldn't..."

A haunting image flashed behind your eyes. The image of Nick's limp and lifeless body on the floor, among those of the others. You remembered crying next to him, punching his chest, body, and arm despite having seen the gunshot wound on his forehead. It took you another five minutes before you eventually managed to gather yourself together, found a phone, and dialed 911.

Not that it made any difference. They were all already dead.

Spencer could hear his heart breaking at the sight of you curling into yourself, recoiling from his touch because you somehow believed you didn't deserve his affection at that moment. If Spencer could just transfer all of your pain towards him, he would. Seeing you beat yourself up that way over something that happened and was done to you was the worst kind of torture he ever had to endure in life.

And Spencer had been through more kinds of torture than the general population in the world.

Deciding that he had seen enough of your self-deprecating torment, he reclaimed your hands inside of his palms and urged you to look at him.

"Are you hearing yourself right now?" Spencer asked incredulously. "How can you even think that way? Sweetheart, what happened to those people, to Nick, it is not your fault."

"B-but, if I hadn't run away--"

"Then you would've died, too," he cut you off. "Sunshine, there were four of them with machine guns. No one stood a single chance against them. Those people were there to kill. There was nothing you could've done."

It was a hard pill to swallow, but Spencer needed you to hear it.

He needed you to know the truth no matter how unacceptable it was.

"If you hadn't hid from them, we would've found seven bodies there instead of six. And I--" Spencer took a shuddering breath, "--I would've lost you."

Your shoulders deflated at his revelation. "Spence--"

"So please--" he searched your eyes then, using his thumb to sweep away the remaining tears under your eyes, "--stop holding yourself accountable. I promise I will do everything I can to find those people and make them pay for what they did."

Spencer's vow triggered a new wave of tears that compelled you to sink into his awaiting arms. He let you stay there until you had cried your tears dry. It was something he also secretly needed for himself after suffering through the short-lived horror over the mention of your name in relation to the heinous case. He just needed to make sure that you were okay.

A few minutes passed by with you in his arms. Eventually, Spencer had to tear himself away to finish his job. He asked you to wait as he wrapped up the transcript of your cognitive interview, along with his professional report over it.

"I need to run somewhere real quick. I promise to be back in a couple of hours," he notified JJ as he handed her the interview report. "Tell Hotch for me? Thanks."

Without waiting for his friend's reply, Spencer rushed back to the waiting room before leading you out to take you home.

Back at your apartment, Spencer guided you towards the direction of your bathroom as soon as you had stepped into the threshold.

"Are you trying to get me naked, Spencer?" you remarked playfully after he refused to let you take your clothes off yourself.

"Yes." The gleaming mischief in your eyes caused him to flick your nose lightly. "Just to get you ready for your bath. Get your head straight, will you?"

You scoffed at his back as he turned around to check the water temperature in the tub.

Once you were submerged safely inside, Spencer left the bathroom to give you some privacy. Meanwhile, he began rummaging through your drawers to pull out a change of clothes, a towel, and a clean sheet for your bed.

By the time you exited, Spencer had changed your bedsheets and lit one of your favorite candles on the bedside table. He asked you to sit down on the bed as he kneeled before you, helping you put on the pajamas he had picked out with little prints of sunflowers on them.

None of Spencer's touches were sexual. They swept over your skin with the care of an artist handling their most precious work. When his eyes found yours, you swore you could almost cry from the intense adoration that seemed to shine so brightly out of them.

As he guided you to lie on the bed, you were surprised to see him following suit. He got under the covers with you, pulling you close to tangle every inch of your limbs with his.

"I love you, Spencer," you admitted to his chest, heart heavy with the deep appreciation and overwhelming affection for the man beside you.

Spencer looked down at your confession, finding his favorite pair of eyes already looking earnestly at him. Instinctively, he reached for your chin with his fingers, tugging your face upward until he could capture your lips with his.

The kiss was slow. Careful. Filled with silent promises and discreet reassurances. When you both parted, Spencer didn't pull himself away. Instead, he let his forehead touch yours while his eyes stayed closed.

"Will you be here when I wake up?" you asked quietly.

"Yes, sweetheart. Now go to sleep."

Although the two of you knew his answer was a lie, you both chose to pretend otherwise. You knew Spencer still had responsibilities to fulfill, along with a promise to you that he intended to keep. You knew that when you woke up later that evening, Spencer would already be long gone, and you would be forced to bask in the traces of himself that he had left behind.

But for now, Spencer was still there, in the comfort of your bedroom, lying on the bed next to you. And that knowledge alone was good enough for you to finally drift further into the land of sleep, surrounded by the warmth of Spencer's loving embrace.

"I'm telling you," JJ insisted, looking at her entire team minus Spencer and Hotch. "There was definitely something going on between them. Why else would he request to take over the cognitive for me?"

"Maybe he was feeling generous," Rossi deadpanned, earning an unimpressed glare from JJ.

It had been a full week since the BAU team had arrived in D.C. to investigate the series of gun attacks in the city. Just the day prior, they had successfully made their fourth arrest, bringing this case to yet another satisfying conclusion in the eye of justice.

If nothing else was amiss, they should have been on their way back to Quantico in less than an hour. In the meantime, though, JJ felt obliged to gather her team members in the middle of the bullpen to share her suspicion about a certain scene she had accidentally caught on their first day working the case.

"Pretty boy did seem more emotionally involved in this case than he usually does, though," Derek pointed out.

"Right? Right?" JJ replied almost too enthusiastically. "Come on, aren't you guys at least half as curious as I am about who this mystery girl might be? Don't you wanna try finding out who she is while we're still here?"

They all stared at each other in hesitation.

"Or, we could just ask Spencer directly and let him explain?" Emily suggested, receiving incredulous looks from the other three in response. "Yeah, you're right. What did you say her name was again?"

"I don't remember," JJ answered.

"It must be listed in the files somewhere, right?" Derek immediately sprung into action, reaching towards the scattered case files that might contain the name they were looking for.

"Just to be clear, I am not taking any part in this." Rossi sighed.

"Got it!" Derek waved the offending file in hand, giving it to JJ, who instantly began skimming over it.

"Alright. Says here that her name is..."

JJ read the name aloud when unexpectedly, an answering sound sprouted from behind them.

"Yes?"

Every single one of them turned in shock at your voice. You smiled at their wide-eyed expressions, waving your hand a little awkwardly in the air.

"You!" JJ exclaimed.

"Me?"

Emily nudged JJ in the ribs, making the blonde woman wince.

"Y-you're the witness from the startup case, right?" JJ said, trying to rectify the situation.

"That's me."

"What can we do for you, Miss?" Rossi asked, stepping forward and away from the rest of the group.

"I'm actually looking for Spencer. Do you know where he might be?"

"Spencer Reid? You know Reid?" Emily asked.

Before you had the chance to reply, the man in question came strolling into the bullpen, rambling animatedly to Hotch who was walking beside him. The moment Spencer caught sight of you, though, he immediately abandoned Hotch's side and rushed towards where you were standing.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, of course," you told him, fitting yourself easily into Spencer's side as his arm went around your waist. "Hi, Hotch."

The older man called your name in greeting. "I got your message. You wanted to talk to me?"

"I wanted to ask you--well, all of you, actually--" you glanced around at the other team members, "--if maybe you all would let me treat you to lunch? As a thank you for your hard work on the case."

Hotch nodded in response. "It's fine with me. We don't have to be back until tonight, anyway. Everyone?"

Instead of replying to your offer, Emily voiced aloud the question that was circling everyone's mind.

"You know her?" Emily looked at Hotch before dragging her eyes away towards you. "And you know him? You know each other? How?"

You gazed up at Spencer's eyes, seeing them shining with the same mirth as the one you felt dancing in your stomach.

"I guess this is supposed to be the part where I introduce myself, isn't it?" You chuckled.

Extending your palm, you shook each of their hands while telling them your name, them responding back with theirs even though you already knew who was who long before you had even met them.

"I still don't understand," JJ admitted after you finished shaking her hand. "How did you know Spencer and Hotch?"

Once again, you looked into Spencer's eyes, a question bouncing around in yours. Spencer's nod of affirmation was the only go-ahead you needed.

It's time.

"I'm Spencer's girlfriend."

"She's my wife."

You turned your head towards Spencer in shock.

In front of you, Spencer's teammates were causing an uproar.

"Wait, what?" Emily stared dumbfoundedly.

"You have a girlfriend?" Derek asked in disbelief.

"You're married?!" JJ shrieked.

"Hold on a second," Rossi interjected, holding his palms out as if to tell everyone to stand down and calm themselves. "So which one is it? Girlfriend or wife?"

And that was how you found yourself sitting in the private VIP room of your favorite restaurant in the city with some of Spencer's closest people on earth.

"That's the craziest story I've ever heard," Emily pondered in astonishment.

Rossi, Derek, and JJ were all wearing an identical look on each of their faces after hearing the story of how you and Spencer met: by drunkenly getting married in Vegas after only knowing each other for barely one night when you both weren't even twenty-two yet.

"If someone were to tell me yesterday that there's another member of this team who also went to get married while drunk in Vegas, I would have never even thought of mentioning Spencer's name," JJ mused.

At your curious expression, Spencer explained, "Rossi also got drunkenly married in Vegas to his third ex-wife,"

"Why didn't you two get a divorce?" Emily suddenly asked.

It was something that everyone who knew about your situation with Spencer had questioned at one point or another. The real answer was because you and Spencer had both been reluctant to go through the nasty and lengthy legal process of getting a divorce. Therefore, you decided to part ways without doing anything about it, vowing to only track each other down if one of you ever needed to end the bond because of another impending marriage or any other urgent matter.

But that reason alone was usually not enough to appease people's curiosity. And over the years, you and Spencer had poked fun over that particular fact by coming up with the most outrageous lie you could muster up.

"She wanted to get a divorce," Spencer fabricated smoothly. "I persuaded her otherwise because I had this inkling that someday we were gonna fall in love."

Usually, any other people would coo sweetly at Spencer's statememt.

But these weren't any other people. These people were Spencer's family in more ways except flesh and blood, and even without their profiling skills, you knew they could see right through Spencer's little deception.

"That sounds like bullshit to me. Doesn't that sound like bullshit to you?" Emily asked, turning to JJ for support.

"Yeah, that was bullshit, alright," JJ claimed vehemently, prompting an innocent-looking grin from Spencer and a series of chuckles from everyone else.

"When did you two start dating, then?" Rossi spoke up from one end of the table.

"About two years after Vegas, right?" you estimated, to which Spencer nodded in confirmation. "He strolled into my place of work while he was on a case, and then he asked me out."

Derek sat up on his seat after hearing the new information. "Wait, when was this? Why didn't I know about this?"

"The beginning of my second year in the BAU," Spencer offered. "Elle knew."

"Elle? Elle Greenway? You told Elle but not me?" Derek looked offended.

Spender shrugged nonchalantly. "Elle was assigned with me that day."

"Unbelievable." Derek slumped back down in his chair. "Penelope is gonna freak when she finds out what she missed today."

"Penelope? Oh, she already knows," you told him.

That revelation earned a collective disbelief look across the entire table.

"Yeah... I, uh," you cleared your throat, "I actually just went shopping with her two weeks ago."

"You've got to be kidding me," Emily muttered.

"You told Penelope but not me?" Derek sounded hurt as he pointed his accusatory stare at Spencer. "You even told Hotch!"

"I didn't tell Garcia. She dug through my history and found it out herself. Had to bribe her with candies and chocolates for a whole month to keep her quiet," Spencer grumbled. "And I had to tell Hotch. We needed to add her number to my emergency contact list."

Despite Spencer's concise explanation, Derek still seemed unsatisfied by the whole ordeal.

"How long have you known?" he finally decided to ask Hotch.

"A while," the man answered from his seat at the opposite end of the table from Rossi. "They even babysat Jack a few times for me."

"I don't believe this," Derek scowled. "Pretty boy's got himself a girl for the last six years, and I never knew? Outrageous."

"Technically, we've been married even longer than that," Spencer responded, as if he was unaware of the imminent glower that Derek was sending his way. "Eight years since Vegas."

"That's longer than any of my marriage," Rossi remarked before sipping his drink.

The laugh that resonated upon Rossi's little comment elicited an affectionate smile on your lips.

"So, you live in D.C., then?" JJ asked, at last stirring the conversation away from the topic of your and Spencer's secret marriage-slash-relationship.

"I do, yeah. But most of the time, I live out of my suitcase," you answered. "My firm has clients all over the country. A few overseas, as well. I'm lucky if I even get to have an entire week to sleep uninterrupted in my own bed."

Even then, you truthfully quite enjoyed the work you had to do. You didn't mind having to travel some place new every other week. In fact, you somehow believed that your constant need to travel for your job, and Spencer for his, was one of the reasons why the two of you worked so well together.

Although people might think that two adults who had to travel for a living were a recipe for a disastrous relationship, you and Spencer had so far proven otherwise. Because of your respective schedules, you could sympathize more with the other anytime they had to go somewhere urgent for work. It only made you savor every single second you spent together because of how much precious each one of them became.

The rest of lunch unraveled with the same bucket of smiles, jokes, and laughter. It felt good to finally tell the few people who meant the world in Spencer's life the truth about your relationship. It was also a huge relief to see them opening their arms and welcoming you into the family without an ounce of hesitation.

"Hotch?" Spencer called out after everyone exited the restaurant. "Will it be okay if I stay in the city for one more night?"

"As long as you promise to be back for tomorrow's briefing," Hotch reminded sternly, but the meaningful look he passed over you before he entered his vehicle spoke of a thousand things left unsaid.

"It was so nice meeting you," JJ said as she took you in her arms. "And I'm sorry again about your friend."

"Thank you. And thanks for all of your hard work in catching those guys."

"Of course, it's what we do." JJ smiled as she pulled away. "Invite me and Emily the next time you and Penelope hang out, okay?"

"Will do," you promised.

You watched as every single one of them scrambled into the two black SUVs, waving your goodbye until the cars drove out of your sight.

"I think that went well," you commented before looking up at Spencer. "Do you?"

"I think it went as well as it could."

"So--" you began, circling your arms around Spencer's neck, "--we have more than twelve hours until you're expected back at Quantico. What do you wanna do?"

Spencer nudged your nose with his. "I can think of a few activities we can partake in."

"Really?"

"Really."

Just as he was a hairbreadth away from pressing his lips to yours, you suddenly tore yourself out of Spencer's arms.

"Like getting some frozen yogurts?" you asked giddily, smirking at the dumbfounded look that you managed to put on Spencer's face.

"Fine. Let's go get some frozen yogurts."

Spencer had to hide his amused grin at your elated squeals. He was more than content at that moment to let you produce those addictive sounds at the mere prospect of frozen yogurts.

But later that night, he had a whole different set of activities lined up to pull those same sounds out of you once more.

And it might or might not potentially involve an entirely different yet creative use of frozen yogurts as well.

Spencer simply just hadn't decided yet.

[v3nusxsky]

Can you please do write dom! Emily finds out that sub!reader gets turned on when Emily gets bossy and Emily's uses it to her advantage to fuck reader senseless in Emily's office.

So bossy…. I like it 18+

*Authors note~ another break from sinful souls to bring you Emily prentiss. I’m not sure how I feel about this one :( I’m going to take this opportunity to wish my lovely girlfriend @just-your-casual-nerd a very happy one year anniversary ♥️criminal minds (and our love for incredibly talented beautiful attractive women such as prentiss JJ and Larissa Weems ) brought us together and I’ve never been more grateful for anything in my life. I love you*

Trigger warnings~ sub r mommy dom! Emily strap warming, praise kink overstimulation for reader, oral on strap em loves Rs boobs more than life office sex, bossy Emily sort of free use reader oral fixation mentions

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Your wife becoming the chief of the BAU was certainly an achievement, one you are incredibly proud of her for, but litre did you know, the change in job would do more than add to her pay packet. Being an assistant of Penelope Garcia is how you met your wife, at first you thought Emily Prentiss hated you, but after some time with JJ and Garcia convincing you to join them on girls night, you soon found out that was not the case. She wanted you, too much, and that scared the raven haired profiler. Now her wife, you can look back and laugh at how awkward you both were dancing around the attraction.

The power that woman holds not only as your wife, your dominant but now your boss too, turns out it’s a massive turn on for you. Seeing the way she commands the room had you soaking your panties embarrassingly quickly. It happened so much these days you just always packed a few pairs spare for the work day. It wasn’t your fault, she’s incredibly sexy. But you were growing tired of finding excuses to tell Garcia about why you are always running to the ladies room. But your wife, she had caught on to your extra items in your work bag, the way your pupils would dilate at team meetings and even the slight heat that would cover your cheeks and the tops of your breasts every time she was more stern. Dominance clearly did it for you no matter the context, something she could use to her advantage.

To say you and Em experiment in the bedroom would be putting it lightly, you are both kinky people with needs after all. One of your wife’s kinks happened to be free use, something you turned out to love, this kink being relatively new for you, it hadn’t came into play outside the house. Until today. Being called to her office was a usual occurrence, sometimes genuinely needing your skills, others a lunch date and even on occasions comfort after a rough meeting or case.

“Honey?” You murmured quietly as you entered her office, closing the door behind you. “Lock it” came the first demand, her stern tone sending a wave of arousal straight to your stomach, causing you to jump into action and obey. “Good girl, here now” she demanded in her authoritative tone, loving how you instantly seemed to slip into your submissive state. “Mommy?” You mumbled shyly, avoiding eye contact with her and awaited the next command.

A verbal command never came, she knew you’d safe word If you felt the need to, her strong hand came to push down on your shoulders causing you to kneel in front of the woman. “Under the desk bunny, mommy needs to use that pretty mouth of yours” the raven haired chief murmured to you, a smirk plastering itself on her lips at your enthusiastic gasp. Of course it took some effort to get in the right position, Emily utilising your distracted state to lose her trousers and free a girthy looking six inch dildo that was now strapped to her hips. Where had she hidden that this morning?

“Em” you started only be cut off by your wife, “poor girl, being all turned on at work, good job mommy noticed and can now finally put your skills to use hmm?” It sounded like a question, but you knew it wasn’t, being good for Emily meant waiting for permission to speak. Something you haven’t been given. “Now bunny, you will be my good girl and let mommy fuck your pretty mouth and then maybe I’ll take pitty on you and sort out your messy cunt” the raven haired woman commanded as she settled back in her chair allowing you access to her shaft while remaining hidden from any potential praying eyes.

Aches radiated their way through your cramped body, limbs fallen asleep as you remained pliant for your mommy. God knows how long she’d been lazily fucking your throat but it was starting to become raw with every deep thrust of her hips. Only when Emily decided she was satisfied with how far down into your submissive haze you were did she pull back smirking at your glazed over eyes and a string of spit that attached to the head of her cock and your now swollen mouth. “Oh good girl” she murmured appreciatively as she lent down to rip open your shirt, “god your beautiful baby girl, so good for me. So pretty.”

Her words seemed to muffle as you allowed her to pull you up from the desk shredding your poor excuse for tights and lace underwear exposing your cunt. The heat radiating from your core had your wife moaning happily and you gasping as the cold air hit your sensitive slit. “Mommy” you whined as you subconsciously tried to find the friction your body craved. “Shush sweet girl, I know, mommy knows. Precious bunny, you’re soaked. Warming mommys cock should be no problem right?” Her murmurs seeming to not register as she manipulated your body to the exact position she desired.

Straddling Emily Prentiss’s lap, her faux dick nestled tightly between your sopping walls, head nuzzled into her neck and breasts on full display was definitely not how you expected when you walked in here. Not that you were complaining. No. You were far too down in your subby haze to even care where you are. The only thought on your mind being to please mommy. It doesn’t matter if you cum you just want mommy satisfied. It’s one of the many things Emily adores about you.

Quite truthfully, it was a slow paperwork day in the bureau which allowed for her plan to unfold. Having you on her lap, soaking your thighs as well as hers, desperate to keep your moans quiet and not expose your situation was definitely a way to make the day more pleasant. “Pretty bunny and such a good cock warmer too. Sit up bun, mommy wants to look at these perfect tits” the way her words seem to reek of dominance caused you to whimper as you sat up. “Oh, mommy’s favourite white lace bra today hmm? Gods bunny you’re so perfect for me. Prettiest thing for mommy to use.”

Less than thirty minutes in, you were rocking your hips into hers, lips lazily sucking on the junction between her neck and shoulder. Needy. You’d definitely marked your mommy, not that she minded at all, but getting you off was not the main purpose of this. A slap the tops of your breasts seemed to halt any movement, “behave bunny, mommys working now.” If you were more coherent you wouldn’t protested, but your body is beginning to lose the fight against exhaustion and need. “Please mommy, so sticky! Please help me mommy. I need you to.” You whimpered pathetically causing the other woman to grab your hair into a make shift ponytail before yanking you off the faux cock and throwing you over her desk.

“Just couldn’t behave and wait could you? Never seem to follow mommys orders so I guess you need a lesson. I don’t want to hear a peep out of you unless it’s checking in or safewords. Do you understand little girl” she practically snarled at you while teasing your messy cunt with the soaked strap. A hard smack to the globes of your arse remind you that you hadn’t replied. “I understand” you mumbled guilt soaking the words, you’d failed to make mommy happy, “I’m sorry.”

You couldn’t help the squeak of protest as you felt her enter your red puffy pussy, with how oversensitive your poor abused hole was feeling you knew staying quiet would be extremely difficult. “Shut up and take what mommy gives you. My own personal bunny to fuck whenever I want. However I want.” She grunted in between harsh thrusts of her hips, causing your body to slam into her desk repeatedly. You’d definitely have bruises.

As predicted with her spewing words in between her thrusts you were struggling to keep quiet, frantically searching through bleary eyes for something to put in your mouth. Obviously the profiler part of your wife noticed and ever so kindly lent over your body to shove her fingers into your awaiting mouth. “Pretty girl just needs to suckle on mommys fingers hmm? God I love your pretty pussy baby. Mommy loves you so much baby girl” she groaned as she came again causing you to also come with her. You’d be lying if you said you kept track of how many orgasms she’d given you over the table as well as warming her strap before she finally gentled pulled out and started aftercare.

The strap now hidden in her draw she yanked the blanket off the back of her chair, gently settled you In the chair before unlocking the door and setting you on her lap. Instantly your body turned to snuggle into the older woman, blanket wrapped around you causing you to sigh contentedly. “So good for me sweet girl, rest my love, I’m right here then we will go clean up and head home to have a nice bath hmm?” She whispered before trailing off to hum the same tune she did when your nightmares plagued your sleep. You drifted off to your slumber in the arms of the woman you love, safe and content and throughly satisfied.

Word count~ 1970

[thir10th]

52 pick up - Emily Prentiss x Fem!reader

Summary: So basically this is a Emily x reader one shot based on ep 4x9 because I really wanted to read one but I could not find ANYTHING so I guess I had to write it myself *sighs*

TW: spoilers for 4x09, Fem!reader, (very poorly written) smut, mutual masturbation, fingering (this might be so bad I’m sorry in advance if it is) I think that’s it but let me know if I miss anything

A/n: very new fanfic writer so please be gentle and any feedback is appreciated 🙏 English is not my first language so sorry for the possible mistakes

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“we need to study his style up close and personal. It’s gonna take someone that he’s already attracted to” Spencer says, raising his eyebrows in a suggestive tone, soon enough, Morgan and Hotch are also looking at Emily, and you are too, only to realize what they’re trying to say

“oh… oh this is really gonna suck” Emily complains when she realizes she’s the one who will have to approach Viper.

You really didn’t like this idea. You weren’t obviously happy to let your girlfriend get in the line just to be approached by that same asshole who had already been extremely inappropriate to her, objectifying her, suggesting he could “make her do whatever he wanted”. Only if he knew if there was anybody in the world capable of making Emily Prentiss do anything was you.

All of that was true, but why was also true, and you wouldn’t admit, was how unreasonably jealous that thought made you.

You knew for sure Emily would never cheat on you, or do anything to deliberately hurt you in any way, and there was also the fact that she was a lesbian, so there is no way she would be attracted to that guy in any way, however it did make you feel jealous, just the idea of your beautiful, sexy girlfriend walking into that bar, as a literal decoy, her, all dressed up as any other night she would do, to go out with you and the rest for a BAU party night, but instead getting there by herself just with the aim to be eye-fucked by that disgusting misogynist of a man.

“ok but you’re not going by yourself, I’m going with you. It could be more effective is we approach him as a couple, isn’t that what our unsub has been doing anyway?”

You wait for your boss’ response, he frowns as he considers the idea

“You’re right, it could be more effective that way. Go get ready” He finally admits, and you go get your go bag

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You enter the room while Emily is already changing in, opening the door slightly just to take a peek so you can surprise her. She is already unbuttoning her work shirt.

“would you like me to finish that for you?”

You ask her, a she startles

“jeez y/n! you scared me, I didn’t know you were there!”

“Sorry, honey” you say as you enter the room and close it behind you

“are you excited to go clubbing or are you mad that I offered to go with you? I just really hated the idea of you approaching that asshole by yourself” you walk up to her, surrounding her waist with your arms, resting your hands on her sides, softly caressing the skin there

“yes…well about that” she surrounds your neck with her arms, twirling little strands of your hair with her fingers there

“you actually got mad?”

“no, no it’s not that… Hotch just came in and we talked about Jordan, and I kind of suggested she came with me”

“so basically I’m not going?”

“it’s just…she’s really trying hard to be a part of the team, and I can’t help it”

“you see yourself in her? Ems…” you knew how good she meant but you couldn’t help to think that she was being too nice to her, plus you weren’t so sure you liked Jordan that much. Maybe it was because you missed JJ, or maybe you just didn’t really like the way she looked at her sometimes.

“I just don’t want her to feel left alone now”

“I know, baby and I love you for that, but you were not like her, you did your best ever since the first day, you never needed to prove yourself by lying or anything like that

“Yes, but I did feel very left out at times, and I will never forget how comforted it made me feel that you included me and asked me for help at times”

“yes, but that was because I was trying to get in your pants” she laughs and closes her eyes slightly as in “I can’t believe you’re saying that” way.

It’s sometimes surprising how shy Emily can get specially considering her confidence in the bedroom, and also how she would slip some suggestive comments about your relationship in front of the team from time to time mostly to surprise them, but you loved both sides of her, and you though her shyness was adorable, so you laugh with her.

“I know it’s important for you, and it’s just so cute how you want to help her, so I’ll forget about it and just stick with Morgan and Reid, but if he touches you, remember I’m armed.”

She smiles, softly, looking at your lips, and she kisses you softly, and you gently kiss her back.

“I promise I’ll compensate you”

“I will hold you on for that one”

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It can feel strange to be dressed in your casual work clothes in the middle of a bar but there you are, handing in flyers with Morgan and Reid, you can’t help but to look among all the faces trying to find Emily, completely aware of how bad this could affect her cover, but you can’t help it.

She should be here already, what’s taking her so long?

Someone is suddenly standing behind you, you turn hopeful to see Emily but disappointed to see it’s just Morgan

“is pretty girl looking for her girlfriend?” he teases you

“shouldn't they be here already?” You ask him, ignoring the teasing

“relax beautiful, or you’re gonna blow up their cover, and even Pretty boy here has handed in more flyers than you, don’t get so distracted” he advices you, but you don’t really listen, you just keep walking around until you catch a glimpse of someone standing on a table, you can instantly recognize Emily, wearing a beautiful black dress that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her breasts and making her look more beautiful if that was even possible already.

Almost immediately you can see Viper approaching her, he looks so confident in his “alpha male” appearance but you’re certain it will take Emily mere seconds to destroy him.

Then Jordan arrives, she has also dressed up for the occasion but she doesn’t look nearly as hot as your girlfriend. They both engage in a conversation with Viper, visibly suggestive. At the beginning you can tell his confident, he has done this a million times, but as time passes, and the conversation goes on, every time one of her talks he also gets more and more insecure.

You observe how Emily teases him, at one point she gets so close to his mouth you actually believe he’s going to kiss her but she just laughs it off and his body language changes again.

Looking at your beautiful girlfriend interacting in this way from afar was making you feel more and more aroused it even embarrassed you that it was turning you on, but you couldn’t help it. I mean, how could you when she just looked like that? You couldn’t even blame yourself every time you looked at her mouth and how her lipstick suited her perfectly.

Everything happens quicker than you thought, first thing you notice is how their face expressions change, and suddenly they’re walking away, leaving Viper there, and picking up the phone probably to call Hotch. You look for Morgan and Reid and tell them it’s time to leave.

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Back at the precinct you catch Emily when she’s entering the changing room again, you check that Jordan isn’t inside too, and get in with her.

“you look… wow” it’s the first thing you say to her. She’s looking straight at you, with a smile on her face, hinting she probably has something in mind for you

“you liked it?”

“Em, you look so beautiful”

“I could see you there in the back you know?” she grabs you by the waist, gently pushing your back against the lockers, you surround her with your arms for support, she keeps talking seductively, with her face so close you yours that your lips could crush if you just moved a bit closer. Instead you both just remain there, as Emily talks, just millimeters away from kissing

“really?” you ask, it’s a stupid question but you’re too surprised to say something coherent right now.

“really, yeah, you were practically drooling, was I doing that to you baby? “

“yes, god Emily yes”

She closes the space between us, her lips crashing against yours, practically devouring you, softly, full of lust.

Emily’s kisses were like that, no matter how much they lasted she always left you wanting more.

Her hands pull your waist to hers, grabbing your flesh desperately, anywhere she could find it. You run your finger through her soft black curls. Her tongue finds yours in a matter of seconds and suddenly the kiss turns into something bigger, her hands travel down to find your ass giving it a gentle squeeze because you know how much I love that she grabs your ass and how much it turns you on

You hear a knock on the door interrupting the scene, and you fly away from each other in less than a second

“Come in!” Emily just says a bit too loud. Her cheeks are red, and when Jordan enters she notices

“sorry, am I interrupting something?” she says, but it’s not a real apology

“no, sorry I was already leaving” you reply maybe a little too fast, and with one last look to Emily, you leave.

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After a case is closed you always feel like an eternity has passed. You are way so tired you can barely stand anymore, but at least you’re glad you got there in time to save the last woman the unsub had taken before something horrible happened to her.

You enter your hotel room, the one you shared with Emily. You started sharing rooms during cases after you made your relationship public, Hotch thought it was for the better since you wouldn’t be sneaking out of your rooms every night, and technically you were saving money.

“my feet are killing me, maybe those heels weren’t such a great idea as I thought” she sits on the bed, and you help her take her shoes off

“if I remember correctly, you had promised something to me” she grabs you by the waist, getting you closer to her, looking up from where she’s sitting

She simply smiles, looking up at you

“you know me. Im a woman of my word” she starts unzipping your pants, pulling them off your legs, she leaves a little kiss right on top of your underwear, she grabs them and pulls them down just like she did with your pants.

You start unbuttoning your shirt, and she does the same thing, but before she can finish you interrupt her

“you’ve undressed many times today already, let me be the one who takes you clothes off now” you move to sit next to her and you take her shirt off, then to unzipping her pants. It doesn’t take muck more for Emily to take the lead. She pushes you down so your back is laying flat on the bed, just to finish unbuttoning your shirt and opening it to discover you’re not wearing a bra underneath

“look at what we have here!” she teases you

“you look beautiful like this baby, did you enjoy the little act on the bar today? Because I think it turned you on, you couldn’t take your eyes off of me could you?” she says positioning herself on top of you, straddling you, lowering her face to kiss your cheek, then your neck, leaving soft and wet kisses all over your jaw.

“Yes, Em god yes” you say completely out of breath

“was my baby jealous?” she asks, alternating kisses between words

“I was” you admit, completely at her mercy, and very turned on by how her fingers trace all around your stomach, your chest, how she whispers in your ear and kisses everywhere she can reach.

“you’re mine, baby” she whispers in your ear, and moves to bite of on your earlobe

“I’m yours” you answer, and you can feel her smile forming on her lips against the tender skin right behind your jaw where she was kissing you

She started her trip down your body, leaving wet kisses all along your skin, stopping suddenly when she reached the hemline of your underwear. She put her hair between her ears and instead of going on to where you wanted her, she began kissing her way up your thighs, nipping the sensitive skin there which you were sure will leave small purple marks tomorrow that you were too ashamed to admit you loved carrying with your for the whom day, watching them on your own reflection on the mirror, tracing with your fingers the same path her lips had made hours ago.

She reached closer to your centre, lingering right where your thighs ended and met the elastic on your underwear. This had you bucking up your waist to her face, which caused a giggle from her

“someone’s eager”

“Em you’ve teased me enough already, just please” you say out of breath, begging her to get where you wanted her the most

“I can’t say no to you” she kisses you right in the middle of your underwear, the sudden contact making you moan in pleasure

“Fuck. Em” your hands practically flew to wrap your fingers between her hair.

She uses her own mouth to lower your underwear with her teeth, and taking them all the way off using her right hand, the other one never leaving its place. Other times Emily would simply move your underwear enough to get exactly what she wanted, but tonight she needed you naked, nothing more than you on her head.

Before you could complain on her slow pace, her lips crashed against yours, she moaned in your mouth and you did the same, simultaneously she cupped you, a slight cry in pleasure leaving your lips

“Emily please, just ple-“ Emily cut you off by burying two fingers inside you, the sudden pleasure causing a long, loud moan escape your lips.

You were both always so vocal about your time together even when staying at hotels, so you could count that Morgan would be teasing you about it tomorrow since he was the one sharing a wall with you. But you could not be bothered.

“Am I hurting you?” She asked with genuine concern on her eyes.

“No, it’s perfect just don’t stop” she smiled against your lips. You decided to take advantage of the situation, and moved the one hand that wasn’t wrapped on her hair, to meet her centre, and gently run your finger through her.

“Fuck. Don’t stop” she breathed before kissing you again.

She continued to move her fingers inside of you and you met each thrust but you almost fell apart when she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed

One last hard press against it had you coming undone, Emily let you ride your orgasm, although it doesn’t take her long to reach her high as well and she comes apart collapsing on top of you.

The heavy breaths filled the silent room, you caressed her hair, and she gave you a last peck on the lips before getting off of you, moving so you could face each other, she wraps her arm around your waist and brings you as close to her as possible.

“I couldn’t stand the way she was looking at you today” you admit

“How she looked at me? Don’t you mean he?” She asks

“I mean both of them, Viper and Jordan”

“Oh c’mon, you’re not being serious” she laughs it off

“I’m serious, I really think she’s into you”

“You’re not even jealous anymore, you are being completely unreasonable now”

“Ok, whatever you say, just remember, my gay radar never fails” you tell her to make her laugh, but you’re not totally joking

“Just so you know, Viper was right. I did have someone in my mind”

“Oh? And who might that be?” You say teasingly

“Try and guess” she says, going for another kiss that you reciprocate with a big smile on your lips.

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[skinnywalker]

I am not dead but for a while my phone was so I'm sorry I've been gone for soooo long 😭

Anyway I thought I'd write little drabble while I'm on my Criminal minds role!

The BAU favorite sexy time positions (no gender mentioned)

Aaron Hotchner

Face-off. He loves seeing how each thrust impacts your sweet face. He loves how you features react when he hits your sweet spot. As much as he loves to pin you down and fuck you rough you are still so beautiful to him and all he wants to do is see how much he can please you.

Emily Prentiss

G-whiz. She loves the fact your ankles lie on her shoulders while she pounds deep inside. It gives her a sense of control and let's her put you into comfort of sub-space.

Spencer Reid

Cowgirl. Spencer doesn't care whether you're riding him or he is riding you it takes away and stress about performance. He craves the loss of control that cowgirl gives and how he gets to grip onto your thighs either way.

JJ

Missionary. JJ is a classic girl and for her the comfort of vanilla sex. It isn't that she doesn't want to spice things up but with all the gross cases she has to sort through she just enjoys the normalcy of missionary.

Derek morgan

69. My man eats your sex like he has being craving you for years. The fact that he can taste you while getting a blow job puts it at the top of his favorite positions. He sits up smiles still drooling slightly to ask you if you can go on more round.

Penelope Garcia

Spooning. Did you expect any less from this sweet girl? All she wants is to cuddle with you and the fact she can do it while also making you scream in pleasure just make it's prefect. And as soon as you're done you just settle in a whisper sweet nothings at each still spooning.

[virescent-v]

Bars & Bets

A/N: A bar, a bet, and one night of absolute debauchery.

Emily Prentiss x reader (includes y/n). 18+ ONLY. Warnings: use of pet names, graphic detail of sex, some dom/sub themes, use of restraints.

Word Count: 5,798

You could feel the bass of the club music rushing through your chest, your heart galloping to speed up to match the pace. There was something so electrifying about being surrounded by people of all types, dancing, having a good time. You didn’t need to know their stories, hell, even their names, to have a good time. 

After the week you’ve had, all you want is a stiff drink (or four) and to let loose. If you found someone to spend a few songs with, or even the night with, that was fine by you. But it wasn’t what you were worried about looking for. 

Making your way to the overcrowded bar, you pulled on the hem of the little red dress you were wearing. It was shorter than you were used to wearing, but you couldn’t deny how sexy it made you feel. It showcased your strong thighs and made your legs look like they went on for days. Matched with the high heels you were wearing, your makeup a tad darker and smokier than normal, you knew you were going to turn heads tonight. Men and women. 

While you appreciated the hungry gaze of men, the way their eyes would travel over you, hopeful glints in their eyes that they would be the lucky one to take you home, you had no interest. It was the lustful gaze of women, the softness of their skin, the sounds you could pull from their throats, that made you a needy mess. 

Flagging down the bartender, you ordered a simple vodka cran. Easy enough to sip on while your eyes peered around the bar. While there were a few hopeful men looking at you, none of them caught your gaze enough to consider entertaining them for a free drink. As your eyes traveled back to the other end of the bar, you noticed you were being stared at by two people, together. 

One was tall, dark, and handsome. His eyes traveled over you, stopping to linger on your chest. You could tell he was the type to go after a woman, be incredibly charming, get her back to her place, and be gone before she woke up. Likely to never be heard from again. You could see other women in the bar mustering up the courage to even go talk to him, but he was staring at you. And while that was a nice thought, you were more interested in the stunning brunette beside him. 

She was breathtaking. Dark hair and even darker eyes. A killer smile. Slightly taller than you, but still fairly petite. She had this air about her that screamed ‘dominant.’ While her stance was confident, you could tell that she wasn’t really in her element in this place. She was more of a dive-bar, dimly lit, pool tables and beer kind of girl. She was wearing black pants that were incredibly tight and a white blouse, unbuttoned enough that you could see the edge of a lacy black bra peeking through. 

You could tell the two of them were friends. There wasn’t much exaggerated chemistry between them. While the man was staring at you, the woman kept glancing at you, but was talking to him. It seemed like she was egging him on, almost as if it was a dare. You couldn’t wait for him to make his way to you. Hopefully you could get a free drink out of him before you crushed his hopes of taking you home. 

Finishing your first drink, you turned back to the bar, flagging down the bartender. 

“How about I buy you your next drink, baby girl?” 

You smiled to yourself before schooling your features and turning around to face him. Bingo. 

You looked up at the man that you had seen staring at you from across the bar. A bright smile on his face. You could see how women wanted him. “That would be nice, thanks. I’m y/n,” you said, reaching out for his hand. 

“Derek. Nice to meet you, beautiful.” 

His hand was warm, but you felt nothing. You decided to have a little more fun with him before sending him on his way. “So, Derek, who’s the girl over there that was betting you to come over here?” 

His laugh was deep, barely audible over the loud music of the bar. He gestured back over to the woman in question. You caught her eyes, smiling as she blushed a bit, as if she knew you two were talking about her. “That’s Emily. She’s just a friend from work. She didn’t want to come out  alone tonight.” 

You turned back to Derek. “So, you came over here and left her alone? Not a very good wingman if you ask me,” you said, eyebrow raised. 

Derek raised his hands a little. “She can take care of herself.” 

You glanced back over to the beautiful brunette. “I’m sure she can,” you mumbled. 

You turned back to Derek as you felt his hand settle on your hip. “So, baby girl, how about a dance?” 

You almost felt bad for what you were about to do. Almost. 

“Derek, while a dance sounds lovely, I’m actually not interested.” You said, removing his hand from where it was starting to caress your side. 

His eyebrows scrunched up adorably. He looked utterly confused, as if he wasn’t used to women avoiding and denying his advances. 

You looked at him, giving him a little smile as you said, “While I enjoy your company, Derek, I am far more interested in that beautiful coworker of yours, if you catch my drift. Plus, there is a stunning blonde on the other side of the bar that has been staring daggers into my head since you walked over here. I think she might be the better option for you tonight.” 

Derek laughed loudly, his head thrown back a little. “Fair enough, y/n. It was nice meeting you. And tell Emily I owe her twenty bucks.” 

“I will,” you laughed. “Have a great night, Derek.” 

“You too, y/n. Take care of her, yeah? It’s been a rough week.” 

You raised your glass to him, sauntering over to where he’d left Emily. She was sitting at a table, watching you with curious eyes as you approached. She hadn’t moved from her spot and no one had joined her. For that, you were thankful. 

“Derek says he owes you twenty dollars,” you said with a smile. “I’m y/n.” 

Her face immediately lit up with a smile as she tossed her hair back from her face with a laugh. Now that laugh, it did something to you. But nothing like her voice did. “I love betting against him. I hardly ever lose,” she said. Her voice was deep enough to send chills down your spine.

You took a sip of your drink, your curiosity getting the best of you. “And what was this bet I was seemingly a part of?” 

Emily smirked at you, looking you up and down a little. You felt your cheeks heat up a little under the scrutiny. “I bet him that he couldn’t get you to dance with him. That you would turn him down in under five minutes. I was right.” 

You laughed, not surprised that she was able to read you so well. Something about her told you that she was great at reading people, just like you were. “That’s a good bet. If you had only bet that I would much prefer your company than his, you could’ve doubled your win,” you said, letting your eyes travel down her body, lingering on her chest, before sliding down to her pants, which you could now tell were leather. You licked your lips. You wanted to touch, slide your hands up them. 

When you looked back up, Emily was looking at you with a mix of awe and lust. Like she didn’t think you’d be so forward. It made you giddy with the anticipation of what could happen tonight, if she was willing. You were curious to see if she was as dominant as you thought she’d be, or if she’d surprise you and let you take control for the night. 

“Do you want to dance with me, y/n?” 

You smiled as you finished off your drink. “After you, Emily.” 

She grabbed your hand and led you out onto the dance floor, pulling you into the sea of people already out there pulsating and sweaty to the thick beats of the music. You started off facing her, your arms coming up to wrap around her shoulders, moving your hips to the music. You could feel how tense she was, as if she’d never really danced with another woman at a club before. Leaning in, you whispered in her ear, “Relax for me, Emily. Feel the music, feel me, and let go.” 

Emily’s hands shot up to your hips, feeling them sway left and right. Eventually, she started to move with you, her movements a little choppy at first. You grinned at her, pulling her closer to you, essentially forcing her hips to move with and against yours. You could feel the goosebumps erupt over her skin at your proximity. As the song progressed, you could feel Emily start to fully relax into the music, letting her body lead you both in a dance that was leaving you breathless. 

As the song transitioned from one with a heavy bass line to one with much sexier r-n-b vibe, Emily leaned in close to you and said, “turn around,” with such a note of authority that you didn’t imagine saying no. 

Once you turned around, Emily grabbed your hips and pulled you back into her. Your ass nestled tightly against her front, your back pressed against her chest. You could feel her hardened nipples through both layers of your clothing. Your chest started heaving. You knew she was dominant and you were excited to see more of her controlling side. 

You started moving your hips, whining and grinding against the solid body behind you. Your one hand gripped Emily’s thigh behind you, pulling her impossibly closer to you. You could feel her  breath on your neck, it sending shivers down your spine. You let out an inaudible gasp as Emily leaned closer and started kissing her way up your neck, stopping to whisper in your ear, loud enough to be heard over the music. “Such a tease, wearing such a short dress. Tell me, y/n, are you even wearing anything underneath it?” 

Your head leaned back against the strong shoulder behind you. Emily’s one hand remained on your hips, forcing you to keep up with the music, while the other started to roam. Thankfully, with how packed the club was, no one was really paying attention as her hand ghosted over your chest. You moaned out loud when her hand constricted around your throat. “Answer me, pretty girl.” 

From where your head was leaned back against her shoulder, you just turned it to the side to whisper in her ear. If she wanted to tease, you could, too. “No, Em. No panties. You would’ve ruined them by now anyways.” 

Emily quickly turned you around to face her, an almost evil glint in her eyes, her tongue wetting her lips. Her hand came back up to your face, running her thumb across your lips. Emily’s breath caught in her throat as you intensely connected your eyes, sucking her thumb into your mouth, running your tongue around it. Emily moved her hand back down to your throat, squeezing gently, while looking at you. “Naughty girl, going commando under this dress. What if someone sees what is so clearly mine?” 

You looked at Emily faux-innocently, batting your eyelashes. “Well, maybe, you should take me home and prove it is yours, then.” 

Emily smirked at you, before turning you back around in her arms. She forced your stance a little wider, thrusting one of her legs between yours. You could feel the heat of her leg pressed up against your uncovered pussy, knowing you were leaving a trail of juices on the leather of her thigh. It made you whimper as you started to grind against her. 

“Or, y/n, how about I make you so wet, so needy, right here in the middle of this dance floor, that you’re begging for me to take you here in front of all of these people?” 

You grinded down harder against her thigh, your movements sped up to match the pace of the beat of the music and the thumping of your pulse. If that’s what Emily was intending to do, you knew it wasn’t going to be long before you brought truth to what she said. 

Emily’s hands started trailing lightly across your body, the pressure never enough to satisfy, only to leave you wanting. When her hands gripped your hips and forced you down harder on her thigh, you couldn’t help the salacious moan that left your mouth. You could feel the dark chuckle Emily let out even if you couldn’t hear it. “Such a greedy little slut. Rubbing yourself against me in a room full of people. I bet you want them all to watch you come undone against me.” 

Oh, god. You didn’t have an exhibitionist bone in your body, but the thought of other people watching you as you came apart at Emily’s hands was enough to make your arousal pound throughout your body. 

This time, you did hear Emily laugh. “I knew it. Such a whore. Too bad no one will watch you come except for me, understood?” Emily growled at you. 

“Yes, ma’am, I understand,” you panted, trying to turn around to catch her lips. 

Except Emily had such a grip on your hips it was impossible to turn around. All you wanted right now was to kiss her, have her smother your moans with her lips.

“Em, kiss me, please,” you said, still trying to catch her in a kiss. 

She laughed against your neck, her lips slowly grazing over the sensitive skin there. “That’s what I’m doing, pretty girl.” 

You let out a frustrated groan, “that’s not what I mean and you know it.” 

“I know, baby. But be a good girl for me and keep dancing against me,” Emily said, as she pulled you tighter against her. 

Every sense of yours seemed to be heightened. You could feel the music in your chest, you could smell Emily’s perfume, feel her hands gripping tightly to you, feel the whisper of her breath on the skin of your neck. All of it was beginning to be almost too much. You could feel yourself getting wetter as each moment passed. All you wanted was for Emily to kiss you, take you home, and then take you. 

You were hardly able to get any friction from grinding against Emily’s leg, her pants being coated in your essence. You tried to grind down harder, faster, anything to get you some relief, but nothing was working. 

As if she could feel your frustration rising, Emily finally turned you around towards her, breaking the contact between you and her leg. “You look so pretty when you’re desperate, y/n,” she said, winding a hand into the hair at the base of your neck, pulling your faces closer together. Her breath was hot against yours, both of you worked up, your panting almost matching the thumping of your racing pulse. 

“Emily, please-” you started. 

Before you could finish begging, Emily crashed your lips together. The kiss was sloppy, teeth and tongues crashing against each other. You only pulled away once you needed some air. “Take me home, now, Emily. Please.” You didn’t care about pleading anymore. You just needed her to touch you. Make you come. However she wanted to, it didn’t matter, as long as you got to. 

Wordlessly, Emily grabbed your hand, dragging you from the bar. Before you made it out of the club, you caught a teasing glint from Derek. He raised his glass to you in a silent cheers as Emily pulled you through the door. 

—-- 

The ride back to Emily’s apartment was littered with tantalizing touches. She kept it pretty tame, all things considered, as not to alert the driver. But, with how worked up you’d been at the club, every little touch drove you closer and closer to insanity. 

Emily had snuggled up close to your side, her breath hot and provoking at your ear. She kept whispering indecencies as her hand started teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. You subtly thrusted your hips forward, trying to get her fingers closer to your core. 

“Tsk, tsk. Trying to get my fingers to touch your needy cunt in this cab? Such a bad girl, y/n,” Emily whispered. 

You had to catch the moan in your throat otherwise the driver would’ve definitely known what was happening in his backseat. You looked at Emily, a knowing, sinful grin on her face. It made you needier. “Please, Emily,” you whispered back, thrusting your hips more aggressively towards her fingers. She was right there. 

Emily growled, her grip on your thigh almost bruising. “No. Now stop before I have to remind you who’s in control tonight.” 

While you knew it would probably end in punishment, you couldn’t take the build up of pressure anymore. Your own hand started to travel down, teasing the skin on the opposite thigh that Emily had a grip on. The combination of slight pain and enticement of your feather light touch  was enough to force your hips to move again of their own volition. Your hand had just creeped under the edge of your dress before Emily grabbed your wrist in a forceful grasp, making you wince in pain. 

“I said no, y/n. You’ll pay for that when we get back to my place.” The look in Emily’s eye was dangerous, but you couldn’t help but be even more turned on. You were sure your juices were staining your dress at this point. 

When the cab pulled up to Emily’s, she almost pushed you out of the car. Grabbing your hand, she pulled you up the stairs and into her apartment, slamming the door behind her. Emily shoved you into the wall beside the entrance way, gripping your throat in her hands. While it was a little rough, it wasn’t anything you didn’t want, didn’t need. 

“Such a desperate, needy whore you were being during the cab ride. For that, you’ve just earned yourself a spanking, little one. Come with me,” she said, pulling you with her toward her bedroom. 

She stood at the end of her king size bed and turned to face you. “On your knees, princess.” 

You walked up to her before slowly lowering yourself to the floor, head angled down, palms up on your thighs. You decided not to try your luck tonight. You’d be Emily’s good girl by the end of the night, no matter what it took. 

Emily gripped your chin, tilting your face up to look at her. “You look so pretty on your knees for me, princess. You gonna be my good girl tonight?” She asked, thumb rubbing across your cheek. 

Your face heated up with a little blush from the way that she was looking at you. Like you were her favorite possession. You hadn’t known her long, but you were lucky your eyes met in that club tonight. You nodded before softly saying, “yes, ma’am. I want to be good for you.” 

Emily smiled so genuinely that you couldn’t help but smile back at her. It didn’t last long, however, once she gripped your hair in her fist tightly. She brought your face close to her leg, the one you had been grinding on at the club. “Look at my pants, y/n. Look how messy you’ve made them,” she tsked, sounding utterly disappointed. 

Looking up at her from your position on the floor, you couldn’t help but whimper at the look on her face. Emily was in control. She owned you. “What can I do to make it up to you, ma’am?” 

She smirked at you, for just a second, before bringing your face closer to her thigh. “Lick. Them. Clean.” 

The moan you let out was filthy. You quickly stuck out your tongue, not wanting to displease her. At the first contact, you could taste yourself. You knew you were wet at the bar, but you hadn’t realized it was so intense. Your tongue swirled around her thigh, licking up every leftover trace of you. The hand that had lifted your chin was now tangled in your hair, guiding your face around her thigh. She only pulled your head back once her leather pants were glossy with your saliva. “Stand up, pretty girl.” 

Emily helped pull you up from the floor, which you gave her a grateful smile for, since the hardwood left your knees a little aching. “Turn around.” 

Once you had, you felt Emily’s hands brush your hair to one side. Her lips ghosted over the back of your neck as she started to slowly pull down the zipper of your dress. With each click of the metal zip, her lips would brush your skin down your back. It was making you needy in a different kind of way. You could feel the affection of her kisses on your overheated skin. It made you wonder if Emily was a romantic as much as she was a domme. 

Once the zipper was completely undone, Emily pushed each side off your shoulders, letting the dress hit the floor. She turned you back around, taking in your completely nude form. The dress was too tight and too revealing to wear any sort of undergarments. 

Emily’s eyes traversed slowly across all of your exposed skin, taking longer to linger at your ample chest, the swell of your stomach, and the light curls between your legs. It was such a heavy gaze, you could feel the hunger in it, a fire spreading across your nerve endings. You weren’t sure what Emily was planning to do to you, but as long as you got to come, you really didn’t care. 

Making eye contact with you, Emily stripped off her own pants and shirt. She sat on the edge of the bed, gesturing at her lap. “Bend over, y/n. It’s time I make good on that spanking.” 

You took in a shuddering breath as you felt yourself grow wetter in anticipation. Laying yourself over her lap, you flicked your hair to one side, looking back over your shoulder at her. Emily’s heavy gaze was zoned into your tight ass. Her hands started to grip and pull at your cheeks, getting used to the feel of you in her hands. She glanced quickly at you, “Count them. If you stop or miscount, we start over.” 

You weren’t expecting the first smack against your ass to be so hard. You felt the ripple of your skin and knew that if she kept that pressure, you were going to have trouble sitting tomorrow. Lost in your own thoughts, you felt the next smack come down on your other cheek. “Looks like you just want more, don’t you, y/n?” Emily asked, smacking you hard on the same cheek she’d just hit.

“Shit,” you hissed. “One!” 

You could hear the devilish grin on Emily’s mouth. “Good job, princess.” 

You almost rolled your eyes at how arrogant she sounded. Before you could fire back, a swift slap against the bottom of your left cheek, close to your inner thigh reverberated throughout the room. “Two,” you groaned. 

The pain was intense, almost pushing the edge of being too much. You wiggled your hips a little on Emily’s lap, trying to rid yourself of some of the sting. Before you could really get too much relief, you felt a finger at your core. 

“Jesus, you’re so wet, baby.” Emily said, starting to play with your dripping juices. She rubbed her finger up and down, gathering your essence from your opening, spreading it around your lower lips, stopping only briefly to rub at your clit. The pressure was more playful than anything, not enough to get you off, but it was still welcomed. “Just a few more, sweetheart. Then I’ll make you come so hard you forget your own name,” Emily said. She pulled her hand away from your cunt, using that one to strike you again. The slickness of her finger adding to the sting against you. 

“Three,” you panted. You really hoped she was done at five. 

The next slap came down hard on the spot she’d already hit, the pain slicing through you quickly. You could only imagine how red your ass looked. “Four!” Your voice starting to turn hoarse from screaming. 

The last slap caught you the most off guard. Instead of striking you against the skin of your ass, Emily’s hand had mostly made contact with your sopping pussy lips. That one made you mostly moan out of arousal rather than pain. “Five, ma’am. Thank you.”

Emily used both hands to rub against your ass, massaging the reddened skin. “Good girl, taking those spanks so well.” She gripped both of your cheeks in her hands. “Your ass looks so good, pretty and red with my hand prints,” she whispered, admiring her own handy work. 

Emily helped pull you up, settling you down against her sheets, you wincing a little at how tender your backside was. Emily caught it. “You okay, y/n?” She looked a little concerned, which you didn’t want. 

“I’m good, Em,” you cleared your hoarse throat. “More than okay. I’ll let you know if it’s too much.” 

Emily smiled at you, before disappearing off the bed and into her closet. She returned with a shoe box of what you could only assume was fun things. 

Emily first pulled out a satin sleep mask, holding it up for your perusal. At your slight nod, she placed it over your eyes, rendering you unable to see. “If, at any point, you do not like what I am doing, I want you to safeword out. What do you want to use for your safeword?” 

You took a deep breath, licking your lips. “I use the stoplight method to check in, but ‘vanilla’ is my hard stop, ma’am.” 

“Good. If, at any point, you want to stop, you say vanilla or red or tap me anywhere on my body three times and I will stop. There will be no punishments for stopping or using your safeword. Understand?” Emily asked. 

You appreciated the check in. It wasn’t needed; you knew you could just say ‘stop’ and she would. Even with only knowing Emily for a few hours, you trusted her. “I understand. If I want to stop, I say vanilla, red, or tap you three times.” 

“Good girl.” 

Emily lifted your hands above your head, fastening them to the headboard with something soft, likely padded cuffs from what you could tell. 

Once she made sure they were secure, you could hear the snapping of a closure or bottle of some sort. Shortly after, you could smell something minty. Before you could question her, you felt Emily’s hands on your body, starting at your shoulders and quickly moving downwards to your breasts. “Peppermint oil, princess. Relax.” 

You could feel your body loosen with each pass of her hands over you. With your eyesight being taken from you, it felt like all of your senses were heightened. The smell of the oil was strong, but not overpowering. Mint was one of your favorite smells. It also forced your mind into overdrive, trying to figure out where Emily’s hands would end up next, what they would be doing to you also being a mystery. 

As Emily’s hands slid over your breasts, you released a lung full of air. You’d never been so turned on from such a simple massage before. “Please, Em,” you said, wiggling your hips a little, trying to get some traction between your thighs. 

“Patience, baby. I’ll get you there, don’t worry,” she said. 

You almost groaned in frustration. You knew Emily would be good on her word, but you wanted to come now. 

When you felt her hands leave your body, you could hear her shuffling around in the box she’d brought out with her. 

“You can come when you want to, princess. But once you start, you’re not stopping until I say so,” Emily said, immediately putting the wand against your clit and turning it on. 

You had to stop yourself from screaming at the vibration on your oversensitive clit. She hadn’t even really touched you yet, but Emily knew how to play your body so well. She made sure to never keep the pressure in one spot for too long, finding entertainment in watching the way your hips gyrated to get the vibrator right where you wanted it. 

You could feel your wetness seeping out of you, pooling onto the sheets below you. You hadn’t been this keyed up in so long. “Please, ma’am, please touch my clit,” you begged, trying to press down harder on the vibrator. 

“Hm, you’re so pretty when you’re desperate for me, baby.” 

Your next words got choked on a grunt as Emily finally put the vibrator against you, turning the speed setting up a notch. Your head rolled back against the pillows as you thrusted your hips down, increasing the pressure. You knew with just one more second, you were going to come. 

But you weren’t so lucky. Right before your body had a chance to contract and let go, Emily removed the vibrator. 

The whimper that left your throat was embarrassing to even your own ears. You have never been so ready, so desperate, to come for someone before. You could feel the tears of frustration welling in your eyes. 

“Aw, princess, don’t pout. Edging always makes the orgasms that much sweeter…that much stronger,” Emily said, rubbing the outside of your thigh, hoping to ease the discomfort of your missed finish. Her hands traveled lightly over your skin, keeping you worked up, but settling the fire within you just a little. 

As Emily’s hands made contact with your breasts, squeezing, pinching, and rolling your nipples between her fingers, her mouth made contact with yours. The kiss was slow, gentle almost, but sinful enough to make you see stars. Emily kissed you intensely, her tongue making passes against yours; she tasted like her drink from the bar and something else, something her, that drove you wild. 

After kissing you breathless, Emily trailed one of her hands down, lightly circling your clit causing your hips to jump. She did not linger at your swollen bud long before moving down to your pussy, thrusting two fingers inside quickly. 

“Fuck, Emily,” you moaned. 

“I love hearing my name from that mouth of yours, pretty girl. Make sure to say it when you come for me.” 

The pace she set was just what you needed; fast, hard, and deep. She was scissoring her fingers back and forth making you stretch to fit her. Within a few strokes, she found that special spot inside of you that had your back arching off of the bed and pulling at your restraints. 

“Hm,” Emily chuckled. “You’re going to come so hard for me, princess.” 

Your mouth opened as if to moan, but your voice wasn’t working. You could only focus on the feel of Emily inside, thrusting, twisting, and stretching you open. With each brush of her fingers against your g-spot, you could feel the pressure tightening, threatening to snap. “Ugh, Em,” you panted, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Like you couldn’t get enough air. 

“I know. You’re almost there. It’s going to be so good, baby.” 

With the click of the vibrator, the incredible fucking Emily was doing, and the fact that you just needed to come so badly, you almost lost it right then. 

“Aw, honey. You’re so close, aren’t you? You gonna come for me?” Emily sweetly said, each word emphasized by a hard thrust into you. 

You couldn’t speak, opting to just aggressively nod in confirmation. You were almost there. 

“When you’re done coming, I’m going to sit on that pretty face of yours. I’m going to ride you until you make me come. Now come, y/n,” Emily growled, pressing the vibrator harder against your clit, rubbing at that sweet spot inside of you faster. 

“Emily!” 

Your back bowed so hard it felt like you were bent in half. Your legs clamped together, holding Emily in place. But that didn’t stop her from continuing to rub your g-spot inside, flicking her fingers back and forth quickly. 

“Let go, all the way. Give it all to me.” 

The pressure was all encompassing. Overwhelming. With a quick bite to the swell of your breast, you came. Hard. Fluids gushing out of you, soaking Emily’s hand, her lap, and the sheets below you. “Fuck! Emily!” 

Emily brought you down from your orgasm gently, rubbing your body to bring you down. But you were so worked up you couldn’t control the shaking. Quickly undoing your restraints and blindfold, Emily gathered you up in her arms, holding you close to her, whispering sweet words of encouragement in your ears. “Good girl, honey. You came so well for me,” she said. 

You snuggled in closer to her chest, trying to catch your breath. You don’t think you’ve ever been fucked so well before. Never had someone read your body the way Emily did. 

“Was that the first time you’ve ever-” Emily started. 

“Yes. My god, Em. I didn’t even think that was possible,” you chuckled, still breathing hard. 

You could feel Emily smile against the top of your head. “Well, it was definitely possible. I’m glad I got to be your first.” 

Hopefully you’ll be my second…and third…and last.

You paused, tensed a little. 

Whoa, where did that thought come from? 

“Y/n? You okay?” 

Of course Emily could feel your muscles contract. “Yeah, Em. Just realized I still owe you that orgasm, but I don’t think I can move,” you tried to hide behind another little giggle. 

“Oh, don’t worry, princess. You can sleep. And repay me in the morning.” 

You tilted your head up, searching for Emily’s eyes. When you caught them, you almost gasped at how much affection you saw in them. You wondered if she was having the same thoughts that you were. The genuine smile on her face made you smile back. 

“I look forward to it, ma’am,” you smirked. 

Cuddling back into her chest, you sighed with contentment. 

Thank god for bars and bets.

[isagrimorie]

So… this is something I just wrote down last night— it’s not perfect nor beta’d and I don’t know how in character the voices are. But I’ve wanted an Elle Greenaway meet the BAU team again and this happened.

Happens sometime during the Criminal Minds Evolution era:

Title: Ships Passing | Ao3 Fandom: Criminal Minds Characters: Elle Greenaway, Jennifer Jareau, Emily Prentiss Summary: Elle bumps into the BAU team. (Criminal Minds Evolution timeline)

Elle didn’t love coming down to Atlantic City, or any big city where there was a chance she could run into the BAU. Her luck’s held up for a decade. After all, it’s a big world.

But Elle should have known that nothing would last forever.

Elle stayed out of law enforcement, bounced around several NGOs, and finally ended up as a private investigator for a small law firm. Most of the cases she worked on were shoe leather for corporate lawyers. The cases were mostly fraud, and the only big sexy case Elle handled had to do with corporate espionage.

It’s not exactly how Elle saw her life going but knows her triggers now and she wasn’t going to give Gideon or Hotch the satisfaction of turning into some kind of vigilante.

Long story even shorter, her job forced her down to Atlantic City and now she’s one of a dozen witnesses to a shooting. It’s something that’s been happening over the week, and if Elle knew she’d have assigned one of the junior investigators to go instead of her.

As it was, Elle had to watch as a group of cops and FBI swarmed through the lobby and instinctively Elle knew the very center of the group would be the BAU. Elle expected Hotch and the team to burst through the doors at any second -- and they did.

Except… the person leading the group wasn’t a dour man in a suit and a rumpled, grumpy Academic but a silver-haired woman in a red trench coat. She took point and assigned their duties, Elle took a step back and suddenly doubted this was the BAU team. There was no one in this team Elle recognized.

Elle chuckled wryly to herself. What was she expecting? It was more than ten years since she left, of course, nothing would stay the same. Maybe Gideon finally retired, and Hotch moved up from the BAU, Elle swore Hotch would die wearing that G-Man suit until the day he died.

She felt a pang. It was both relief and sadness. Maybe even after all this time, despite how she left she did still want to see the old team, especially Spencer and Morgan. They were her friends after all.

“Thank you all for your cooperation,” a familiar voice began. Elle turned and a jolt of surprise struck her.

No, there was still someone Elle recognized, and the team was the BAU but the woman addressing the crowd wasn’t the same woman Elle knew back in her time.

The woman speaking was Jennifer Jareau --JJ-- but this JJ was a far cry from the Media Liaison Elle knew. Gone was the Business Casual uniform she always wore and the deferential girl next door media-trained persona. In her place stood a confident, sharp field agent. JJ had exchanged her slacks for leather jackets, jeans, and field-ready boots.

“Hi.”

Elle turned, surprised that someone was able to get to her side without her noticing. She prided herself on being aware of her surroundings at all times. She never wanted someone to get the drop on her again.

And yet, somehow, someone did slip her guard. It was especially jarring when that someone wore a stylish red trench coat.

The silver-haired woman smiled at her. Elle noted that despite the silver hair she didn’t look as old as she thought. “I’m Special Agent Emily Prentiss.”

“Elle,” Elle replied, holding back on her last name.

“Did you see what happened here?”

“Not really, I only knew what was happening after the Uns-shooter escaped,” Elle answered, and cringed inwardly because she knew Prentiss caught the flub.

Prentiss’s eyebrows went up, “The UnSub?” She looked both curious and like she was trying to figure something out. “Your name is Elle.” Elle nodded, hopeful and resigned at the same time that Prentiss wasn’t going where Elle thought she was going. “You’re Elle Greenaway.”

Elle nodded, reluctantly, “Yes.”

Prentiss’s expression softened. “Derek and Spencer talked about you.”

“Nothing bad, I hope.” What have they said about her? Good things? Bad things? How did she wash out of the BAU because she couldn’t take the heat?

Elle braced herself for either a pitying or judgmental look.

Instead, Prentiss looked almost sympathetic. “They missed you. They never forgot you.”

“Oh.” Elle felt unexpectedly emotional. “I also missed them.”

Prentiss then turned and called out, “JJ!”

“Wait--“ Elle tried to stop her but JJ already walked toward them and Elle knew the moment this new, hardened JJ recognized her.

“Elle?” She sped up her walk, “Oh my god.”

“Nice to see you too, JJ,” Elle said, resigned to this impromptu reunion.

“You’re a field agent now, huh?”

“Yeah, for a couple of years now.”

“Boss!” A voice called out and Prentiss’s head swiveled around, a man in an FBI jacket jogged from another part of the lobby.

“JJ will get your statement,” Prentiss informed them and then nodded before meeting the man halfway. “It’s good to meet you.”

“You too.” She returned automatically and then turned her attention to JJ, who still looked stunned. “Is she the Unit Chief?”

“Yes,” JJ answered, following Elle’s gaze to Prentiss. “Hotch picked Emily to lead the BAU when he left the Bureau a few years ago.”

“What?” The news rocked Elle. “I never thought Hotch would leave the Bureau.”

There was a look in JJ’s eyes haunted and wistful at the same time, “We didn’t think so either.” Her face softened. “A lot’s happened. Maybe, if you’re still around later you can join us for drinks? Catch up?”

“Maybe.” Elle left this life a long time ago, and she didn’t regret it. “I don’t know how much I can help. I’m not from around here.”

JJ looked at Elle, her eyes piercing and sharp and Elle was reminded even more now that JJ was a Profiler. She nodded. “Can you walk me through what you saw?”

Elle took the change of topic for the reprieve it was. She recounted the details of her arrival at the hotel, what her purpose was, a meeting with a client, and what time it was she heard the gunshot. “But that’s all I can give.”

“How long will you be in Atlantic City?” JJ asked.

“Just another day. I’ll be flying off tomorrow.” Elle produced her calling card, “But you can contact me if you need any more details from me.”

The corners of JJ’s lips quirked up. “That’s supposed to be my line.” JJ accepted the card. “It’s good to see you again, Elle. And the invitation for drinks is open.” And it was JJ’s turn to give her card, “Just in case.”

Elle took the card without reading the card, “It was… good to see you too, JJ. Tell Gideon and the boys ‘hey’ from me.”

There was a pause, and JJ’s face softened. “Elle, Gideon died.”

“Oh.”

Of course.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m sorry you had to know this way.”

Elle didn’t know what to say. Gideon loomed so large in her time with the BAU that she couldn’t imagine the BAU without Jason Gideon. Elle half expected the BAU to shutter when Gideon died but she was wrong. The world continued to turn, and the BAU continued to do its job.

“Thanks for telling me,” Elle said and then did look at the details of the card. It read SSA Jennifer Jareau, BAU. “I’ll call you about the drinks. But I have an appointment somewhere else…”

JJ smiled, but Elle knew JJ knew Elle won’t take her up on JJ’s invitation.

“It was great seeing you again, Elle.”

“You too.”

And then Elle walked out of the hotel. Elle moved on from her life, the events in the BAU had a big impact on her life but she processed that moment and it took her a long time to get over.

It was bizarre seeing them again, seeing JJ, and seeing new faces.

Maybe she needed that unexpected reunion, she needed to see the BAU was not frozen in amber and time has done what time does.

Moves on and changes.

—fin—

[clockwards]

i watched all 15 seasons of criminal minds in 29 days. these were my thoughts

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Garcia being normal Garcia: 🤪

Hotch, quietly: remind me to have her drug tested

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Reid: Kevin and Penelope sitting in a tree? JJ, that's just dangerous, do you know the statistics on-

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"yeah I'm fine, he wrote me a letter explaining why he left, just like my father did when he left my mother and I" REID LMAO

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Gideon and Hotch giggling happily over charlie chaplin films <3<3 work dads

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man with multiple personalities: do I *look* like personality no.2??

Reid [staring directly into the camera]: 👁️👁️

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Reid making mini rockets and Hotch being a grumpy proud dad about it fhevfhhevdhsgdvsh THEM

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"If I weren't a lesbian, I would absolutely jump your bones" [aimed at Gideon]

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psychopath who only wants to talk to Reid: 😚

Reid: why don't i ever get any normal fans :(

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Random detective [about Reid]: where did you find this kid?

Rossi, whispering: He was left in a basket on the steps of the FBI

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Hotch: we do not have jurisdiction over this very personal set of cases

The Team: 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Hotch: ......okay just be quIET ABOUT IT

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Rossi: My wife always said I had a flair for the dramatic

Hotch: Which one?

Rossi: ...all of them 😀

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Morgan, Reid, Emily, Garcia [staring Hotch down]: we love and care for you

Hotch: im gonna kms

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Rossi, interrogating a suspect: I fucked your wife (real not fake)

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Hotch: Son, you're taking over the business

Morgan: Oh! A promotion!?

Hotch [dumping paperwork in front of him]

Morgan: Oh no! A promotion!!

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[during Hotch's review after The Reaper incident]

Strauss, to the team: 😡😡 Hotch 😡😡

Strauss, to Hotch: 😔😔 Hotch 😔😔

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Hotch: any word on Prentiss?

JJ: she's arguing with the doctors

Hotch, nodding: Good

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Hotch: There are lots of ways sons defeat their fathers

Reid, cheerfully: I just keep getting PhD's!

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[about budget cuts]

Rossi: Let's just hope they don't take the coffee

Reid, very seriously: I'd quit

Rossi: well yeah, that'd save them about 50 bucks a week

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[looking at a machine gun]

Reid: I don't think I have the qualifications to use that

Hotch & Morgan, in unison: You don't.

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[the most suspicious man alive, saying something extremely suspicious]

Emily Prentiss: yes sir I will follow you to this dark secluded secondary location

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Every member of the BAU: ily

Prentiss, with an arsenal of guns: BACK! BACK, STRANGE CREATURES!

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Strauss holding back the entire BAU by the scruffs of their necks like feral cats: I Wish I Had Dogs

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Morgan, sending all the press to Reid: 😀

Reid: No more FBI I'm becoming a criminal just to kill you

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Strauss: Please hire someone normal

Hotch: Here's Doctor Reid, a child who has never passed a field test

Strauss: I'm literally begging you

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Victim: what are you doing????

Unsub: well this is a *gun*, and inside of it are what we call *bullets*

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"a member of the team is in jeopardy"

me: is it Reid? I really hope it's Reid.

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Garcia: altruism is sexy

Hotch, very seriously: yes it is

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The BAU team's nosiness

VS

Reid's secrecy over a girl

- FIGHT -

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Random teen: Get fucked old man

Rossi: Gamer on gamer violence. This is so sad.

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Blake: I don't have any children...except Reid

Reid: I'm not your child though?

Blake: EXCEPT REID

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Anyone: I love you

Reid, just not like other girls: ....Thomas Merton?

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Blake: People just need to say what they mean

Reid: Life would be so much easier without chit-chat

[A Tale as Old as Time - Autism Bros™]

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Reid: I don't like technology

Garcia: Technology doesn't like you, genius

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Rossi: All of my marriages have failed, I'm not exactly what you would call a family man

Hotch: We literally have 5 kids together

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[on first meeting]

Hotch: I'm offering you a job hunting psychopaths

Garcia, caught trying to stop animal testing: I *am* a psychopath

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Rossi, joining the BAU: I have gotten a first husband, fourth wife, and multiple children just by entering this office. I'm the real family speedrunner

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Reid: My dad leaves and suddenly I've got new contenders lining up like it's the bachelor

Hotch: You're not even that great a son

Reid: You were literally first in line

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Bomb Squad: You called??

Morgan: Early bird gets the explosive worm, bitch

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Hotch: How long do you need to do this impossibly long task that no one else could complete?

Reid: Like 30 minutes

Hotch: Awesome. Do it faster

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Reid: I'm arresting you for murder

Cat: ...are we about to kiss?

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Cat: You have mommy issues

Reid: L + Ratio. You have daddy issues *worse*

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Morgan: It's my turn to be kidnapped and tortured

Reid and JJ: nnOOO MY BRAAAANDD

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Alvez: Why won't you be nice to me

Garcia: I'm always nice. Look, this is my nice face 😒

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Prentiss: This guy is probably a loner, definitely has commitment issues...

Alvez, just made a full-course meal for his dog: 😤

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UnSub: I NEED A DOCTOR

Tara, cocking a gun: I'm not taking appointments

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Reid: I need to take some time off to look after my mom

[is arrested for drug posession and murder in Mexico]

Reid: ........so how's my mom?

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The Team: We're so worried about Spencer in prison

Reid: I made friend :]

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Prentiss: Luke is snarky. You are snarky. Please just try to get along

Garcia: You don't understand. We cancel each other out

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Reid, entering prison: I am going to make So Many enemies

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Mr Scratch, doing anything: 😏

The Team: It's a trap. Let's go!

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Alvez: I can tell, you're a cat person

Prentiss: Got the nine lives to go with it, bitch

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Cat: I'm pregnant. It's yours

Reid, shocked: You mean you're not a virgin?!

Cat:

Cat: I wish I killed you the first time round coME HERE-

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Prentiss: I need a person I love and trust to relax with

Reid: ....are you gaslighting me into resting?

Prentiss: Yes. And it'll fuckin work.

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Barnes: Don't you want to be unit chief? Don't you have....ambitions?

JJ: I'm ambitious about killing you. Wanna see?

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Garcia: I hate newbie. He's terrible and stupid and has a dumb face and dumb thoughts-

Alvez: We literally just took a selfie together

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Alvez:

Tara: ur mom

Alvez: I DIDN'T EVEN FUCKING SAY ANYTHING?

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JJ, married with 2 kids: I'm a little bit in love with you

Reid, who took her on one date 15 years ago: 😯

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Rossi: You can't ground me! I'm your dad!!

Prentiss: AND I'M YOUR FUCKING BOSS. GROUNDED!

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[Luke and Matt go missing]

Prentiss: The boys! They took our boys!!

Reid: I'm.....right here?

[blackbird-brewster]

Hi .. for the prompt writing

18 or 89 or 143 for Jemily

(you can choose , cause I can't)

Thanks for the prompts, I chose to do #89! Cross posted on AO3.

89: “YOU SENT ME PICTURES OF YOU NAKED WHILE I WAS IN A WORK MEETING!”

Sexy in Grey

Ship: JJ/Emily || Rated: M || WC: 1700

Emily rubbed her temples to stave off an impending headache. She was currently sitting in Deputy Director Bailey's office for the third time in a week and she was at her wit's end. Bailey was nothing but a hedge-fund manger in a cheap suit who's newest past-time was making Emily's life a living hell.

She knew accepting the role of Section Chief would require plenty of bureaucratic bullshit and ego-stroking, but she never expected her boss to be nearly twenty years younger than herself, with no experience in the field, and a permanent silver spoon stuck in his mouth.

Today's lecture was nothing new, Bailey was on one of his usual tirades about the BAU, not that Emily was fully paying attention. The two of them did this song and dance so often she could pretty much write the script from memory at this point.

Bailey would say, "You went against my orders, you're over budget, your agents are rouge and disrespectful to authority!"

Emily would bite her tongue and remind him of the BAU's excellent track record of getting results and being experts in what they did.

The two of them would trade heated words and Emily would ultimately let Bailey think he won, just so she could get the hell out of his office. Currently, she figured they were still above five minutes away from that inevitable ending.

Her phone chimed in her jacket pocket and she prayed for an emergency so she had an excuse to leave. She smiled when she saw JJ's name in the notification bar. Even when she was being belittled by Bailey, Emily found solace in the fact her girlfriend would always make things better afterwards. When she unlocked her phone and went to see JJ's text, her eyes went wide as she saw the unexpected sight of JJ's tits.

"Am I boring you, Prentiss?" Bailey scowled when Emily's attention stayed on her phone for a handful of seconds.

Emily quickly put it back in her pocket and tried to collect herself after the shock of seeing JJ's inappropriate nude . She put on the sickeningly sweet tone she often used to placate Bailey, "No, of course not. I just need to go take care of something. How about you and I pick up this argument same time tomorrow?"

"Prentiss, I swear to you --"

He didn't even get to finish his sentence before Emily was up and rushing out of his office. She made a beeline to the elevator, pressing the button impatiently, until the doors opened. Two floors down and one mad dash through the hallway, she arrived back to her office.

She called JJ, scolding her girlfriend as soon as the call connected. "I cannot believe you just sent me that photo while I'm at work! I was in a meeting with the Deputy Director, Jennifer!"

JJ chuckled under her breath, "Hello to you too, baby. I'd say I'm sorry, but we both know I wouldn't mean it."

"You're the worst," Emily replied affectionately. "At least it gave me a reason to leave."

"Where are you now?"

Emily relaxed into her desk chair, amazed by how little it took for JJ to calm her down. "My office. I've got so much to do today. I wish you were here."

"I should be back tomorrow," JJ said with an air of commiseration. Ever since Emily became Section Chief, she worked exclusively out of Quantico, while JJ, on the other hand, was still in the field all the time. They made it work the best they could, but it wasn't an ideal situation. JJ's schedule meant they'd go days at a time without seeing each other. "Ignoring my bad timing, what did you think of the photo?"

Emily pulled her phone away from her ear so she could look at the picture in question. JJ was laying on a bed, golden tresses splayed out in a blonde halo around her head, smirk on her lips. The photo cut off a little below her breasts, but Emily could hazard to guess the rest of JJ's body was just as naked.

"Beautiful, as always," she finally replied. "I'm going to make you pay for this when you get home, you know that, right?"

"Oh, I know," JJ sighed wistfully. "I'm counting on it. God, Em, I swear three days away from you is way too long. Never thought I could be so needy about sex, but here we are."

"I think it's endearing when you get like this," Emily replied. "Makes me still feel wanted."

"Em, baby, you know I always want you," JJ said. "Always have, always will."

Emily caught her reflection on her laptop screen and frowned at her grey hair. It had taken a lot of encouraging from JJ (with help from Garcia and Tara too) for Emily to feel comfortable enough to stop dying her hair and for the most part, she loved her new look, but there were still random moments of doubt. JJ was nearly ten years younger than Emily and while their age difference had never been an issue, the physical expression of Emily's age was far more obvious now.

"Baby, I can hear you thinking," JJ said. Even without seeing Emily, she knew when her girlfriend was getting in her head about something. "I love you, Em. And I'm desperately horny for you."

Emily chuckled at that. "Thanks, love. I appreciate the thought, even if I'm still not fully convinced you --"

"Emily," JJ interrupted in the same stern tone she used in the bedroom. "Stop talking," Emily immediately did as she was told and JJ continued, "Do you have anymore meetings today?"

When she didn't get a reply, she added, "You may answer."

Emily swallowed a moan as a wave of arousal coiled in the pit of her stomach. "I have one meeting later today, but that's not until 15:00."

"Good," JJ hummed. "You know what comes next, don't you, pretty girl? You know what happens when you talk down about yourself like this."

Emily's reply was almost a plea, "Jen -- "

"Yes, I do know you're at work," JJ answered instinctively. "Do you think I care about that? I want you to sit there quietly and listen to how wet I am for you, listen to how I fuck myself thinking about you. It goes without saying, you're not allowed to touch yourself. We wouldn't want Section Chief Prentiss to be caught with her hand in her pants, now would we?"

"No," Emily sighed. She pinned her phone between her cheek and her shoulder so her hands were free, but she didn't dare disobey JJ's instructions. She ghosted her fingertips over her thighs as she listened to JJ getting into position on her end.

It wasn't the first time Emily was made to listen while JJ masturbated. Truthfully, phone sex used to seem preposterous, something teenagers do, but when JJ was out of town so often, this had become part of their regular routine when they were missing each other. It wasn't always one sided, but even when it was, Emily loved it.

For the next ten minutes, Emily listened to JJ fingering herself, her moans between the dirty talk, she told Emily all the things she wanted to do when she got home, all the ways she was going to show Emily how hot she was, until finally, JJ came with Emily's name on her lips. It was an erotic experience, hearing her girlfriend fucking herself from three states over, while Emily sat in her office at Quantico. Even without physically touching herself, Emily knew her underwear were absolutely ruined from the exchange. One thing was for sure, the headache Bailey caused had been completely eliminated, now replaced with arousal and a renewed eagerness to get through the rest of her day so she could get home and take care of herself.

"Are you convinced now?" JJ asked rhetorically. "You're so fucking sexy, Em."

"Yeah, that was definitely a convincing performance," Emily smiled into her phone, even though JJ couldn't see her expression. "At this rate, you're going to be the death of me."

"Nope, you've already died once," JJ jest. "You don't get to do that again."

Emily's eye roll was basically audible in her voice, "A woman fakes her death one time and she can never live it down. What is the world coming to?"

"Shut up," JJ laughed. "I love you."

"I love you too, Jen. Can't wait to see you."

"I bet you can't," JJ said. "But until then, I just sent you a little something to keep you going."

Emily's phone chimed and she checked their text thread. JJ sent a photo of the aftermath of their call, nothing left to the imagination this time, and Emily's brain all but short circuited at the sight of JJ sucking her come covered fingers clean with the smuggest look on her face.

"Jesus, Jennifer! You have got to stop sending me nudes while I'm working."

"But it's so cute how flustered you get," JJ replied.

Another chime, another photo.

"Jennifer!"

"Love you," JJ said in a sing-song. "I'll Facetime you tonight and we can pick up from here."

A third chime, and a somehow more explicit photo.

"I'm hanging up now," Emily groaned. "I love you, even if you are absolutely incorrigible. Talk later when I get home."

She ended the call and was immediately met with yet another photo. She quickly sent her reply: [Why are you like this?]

[Because my girlfriend is so hot, I can't help but be horny all the time 😘.]

[Have a great afternoon, Section Chief Prentiss. 🫡]

Emily shook her head at JJ's deviousness while scrolling through the photos again. She wasn't sure what she'd ever done to deserve such such a loving, albeit sometimes frustrating, girlfriend, but Emily also couldn't imagine her life any other way.

[scorpsik]

Fic: Sallow Skinned, Starry Eyed, Blessed In Our Sin

A very bleak take on Prentiss on her return from Paris. Angsty, bleak, smoking, friendship... did I say bleak? This is kinda a test post to see if I can do an 'under the cut' thingy x

She couldn’t place when it started – sitting alone, outside, hunched over, smoking a cigarette. She only knew that when something hurt her deep enough, it was what she had to do. Some might call it running away, but it wasn’t exactly that. She never had someone to hold her in the bad times, not really. Matthew at one time, and John even longer ago. Ian…? God. How awful was that? The man she hated was one she counted amongst the very few who saw her vulnerable and broken.

The nicotine was warm and familiar. A friend that never judged her. The smell took her back to her youth.

Her eyes stared blankly ahead, the emptiness in her heart, in her soul, swallowing her ability to appreciate actually being alive.

Her fingers shook as they raised the cancer stick to her mouth. She inhaled deeply, her eyes closing at the moment of peace.

She fell into this pattern of smoking all through her life… skipping school the day after getting into a fist fight with a boy that she’d been caught kissing a day previously; When she had been stood, awkwardly alone, at parties in college, the strange goth kid that no one wanted to be seen with; The times when she woke in the morning, the guy she’d fallen into bed with long gone, never to be with her again.

When she found out she was pregnant and… after. After.

She nearly smoked herself to death after. She remembered her voice was hoarse from the amount of cigarettes she’d gotten through.

The stress at Interpol… Lauren smoked. Lauren smoked to hide her fear. She smoked because Ian said it was sexy. She smoked because it was something that was HER.

And then she stopped. She shed Lauren and shed Lauren’s habit. She stopped instantly and never craved even a puff.

And for a while she couldn’t even remember what it felt like to need a smoke. The Emily Prentiss who worked for the BAU didn’t need it. Not at first, anyway. But there came a time, a time when the endless parade of depravity they saw started to eat away at her. When compartmentalisation began to fail… when sleeping became hard and then impossible and then a distant memory.

That was when it started again. Then after Ian. After he branded her. After he killed her.

Alone in Paris… she smoked herself hoarse again for seven months.

And then… coming back… she heard them, the other agents. Word had spread about her, about Ian. About what she’d done. She heard them today. She pretended she hadn’t, she pretended and went about her business, hoping the shame wasn’t emblazoned on her face. Those names… the same ones she heard at fifteen… ‘Slut’. ‘Whore’.

And suddenly, just like when she was at school, her existence came down to those words. That was what and who she was.

Slut. Whore.

So many words. So few words. Her parents had others: Disappointment. Nihilism. The security detail: Trouble. The FBI: Reckless.

She had accolades at home. Awards; trophies; plaques; certificates; badges of merit; commendations… but they were insignificant. They weren’t the words that anyone spoke of.

“I knew you’d be out here.”

Emily sighed and smiled sadly around her cigarette. “How?”

“You’re a creature of habit.”

She looked at the half smoked cigarette. “Habit.” she nodded. “You’re too smart.”

Aaron Hotchner shrugged and sat on the step above her on the fire escape. “We used to be close.” He said. “Before…”

“Ian.” She nodded.

“Have things changed that much between us?”

“Everything has changed.” She sighed. “But some things are the same as they always have been.”

Aaron frowned.

“Reputations follow you around.” She said softly. "I should transfer out.”

“Why?”

“The stink rubs off. You guys shouldn’t have my stink on you.”

Aaron frowned and caught her eye before she averted her gaze to the mid-distance and inhaled more nicotine.

“I’m the girl who fucks the suspects.” She said bluntly, a tight laugh caught in her throat.

“Who said that?” Aaron’s voice was full of anger.

“Doesn’t matter. They think I’m back because we’re...” She couldn’t say ‘fucking’ – not to him. It sounded so dirty. “They think we’re together. They all think it. It only takes one person to say it.”

“We… we don’t think that.” He assured her.

She looked him in the eye, one brow raised in challenge. “You’re telling me Derek didn’t think it? Even just for a second?”

He sighed. She was too good a profiler for him to lie to. “I’m sorry.”

“They’re right. That’s what I did. I fucked him for the job. I screwed him and I…got lost in him. I WAS Lauren. Completely. Do you have any idea how long it took to shake her off after?” She snorted. “More than a year. Sometimes… I think she’s still there.” She raised her cigarette. “These are her brand, did you know that?”

He shook his head.

She looked him fully in the face.

He saw it. He saw her change. Her eyes darkened, became hooded… and her smile was teasing and seductive and dangerous. She wasn’t Emily.

“Who do you want me to fuck, Agent Hotchner.” She said, her voice deep and rich, her eyes never flickering.

He swallowed, taken aback.

Emily’s eyes lightened, the smile vanishing as fast as it came. “See? She’s still there.” She raised her brows. “So I’m going to transfer out.”

“To where?” he breathed, still unsettled by what he witnessed.

“Vice.” She laughed. “No…I think Law Enforcement has had its fill of me. They look at me the way your detail used to when I was a kid. Like they can’t wait to get rid of me.”

“You’re giving up then? Letting them win? Letting their narrow minds beat you?”

It was Emily’s turn to frown.

“If you go, then they win. What they say about you will go unchallenged.”

“Let it. They’re right.”

“No. They are not.”

“I can guess your initial reaction, you know? All of you. When you pictured it, Ian and I. Together. Derek would have been outraged, like a Victorian man. Dave? He’d be sad. Penelope would be in denial. Spencer? Embarrassed. JJ…JJ would be sad too. And you? You would have been disappointed. Disappointed in what I did. Disappointed that I didn’t tell you. Disappointed that I chose to go rogue. Am I close?”

Aaron inhaled deeply. She was pretty much on the button. “You missed something.”

“What?”

“The root of all of those emotions. You overlooked it.”

Her frown deepened.

“Love. All of those feelings we had were all rooted in love for you as our friend. Sorrow and anger that someone expected you to go that far, for that long.”

“I’d done it before.” She admitted.

“When?”

She shrugged. “’96. And again in ’99.”

He shook his head. She was 26 when she first was assigned to do that. 26. He knew she was 23 when she first transferred to Interpol. He thought back to when he was 23. That was about the age he was when he was working for Emily’s parents. He had that safe little job; Haley waiting for him at home… he couldn’t imagine what it was like for Emily – moving all around the globe; being in danger; sleeping with terrorists… “Were you scared?” he asked.

“My aliases weren’t.” she shrugged. “Emily Prentiss wasn’t there for any of it. The sex… the torture. It didn’t happen to her.”

Aaron shook his head at Emily referring to herself in the third person. It didn’t sit right with him.

“I always wanted to be someone else.” She said. “You remember, I know you do.”

“Yes, but…” he cupped her cheek. “you shouldn’t have had to go through all that.”

“I did good things though. Amidst the bad… I did good. Didn’t I?”

He nodded. “You did. You made a difference.”

She smiled and nodded. “That’s important. I’ll go as soon as I can.”

“Please don’t. We only just got you back.”

“And JJ and Spence are at arguing. And Derek’s scared to take his eyes off me. And Penelope is monitoring my whereabouts through my cell ‘phone. And Dave is inviting me for dinner every second night. It’s all screwed up. Nothing’s the same anymore, Hotch. I need to get away. I need to breathe. I need to…I don’t know what I need. But I need… SOMETHING.”

Aaron reached out to hug her, but Emily pulled away. “Someone will see.”

“So?”

“So we’re fucking, remember?” she snapped, forgetting her earlier distaste for the phrase. She sighed and wrenched the glock and holster from her hip, tossing it into his lap and pulling her badge from her pocket and dumping that in his hands too.

“Emily?!” he called as she stopped and stepped past him on the stair, not looking back.

“Tell Strauss… tell her she was right.”

Aaron leapt to his feet and ran after her.

Emily walked through the bullpen, ignoring Aaron’s calls. She was aware of the rest of the team looking up in confusion, but she ignored that too. Emily Prentiss WAS dead. She died in Paris. Her ghost visited the BAU for a week before disappearing.

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

A SUMMARY OF EMILY PRENTISS’ SKILLS

- Multilingual

- Can diffuse a bomb

- Has literally beaten death

- Catches serial killers as her DAY JOB

- Being sexy

A SUMMARY OF MY SKILLS:

- Talking about Emily Prentiss

- Thinking about Emily Prentiss

- Simping for Emily Prentiss

That’s all.

[jenny-from-the-bau]

The bimbofication of Emily Prentiss by this fandom genuinely makes my skin crawl. It’s one thing to have a sexy, chaotic brunette badass and another to make her an absolute bumbling idiot OR some shell of who she actually is in order to make her the perfect Hotcher Housewife. It’s so misogynistic and offensive the way that Emily is portrayed in a lot of fan spaces and I wish that she was treated better.

I really really hate how they make her an idiot who can't so anything. I'm not entirely sure where it comes from because they only thing we really see in canon is that she isn't a good cook, but that's a skill she can totally learn. I'm sure it started small and then spiraled, but I really don't think she's this incompetent, mindless gremlin that everyone makes her out to be.

I think you're also right about making her a shell of herself. I see her being turned into the Strong Female Character and just losing all personality. She's one of the most developed characters in the show and I wish people didn't use her as a tool for other characters! I feel like they do what the team does sometimes and use her as this sexy, mysterious lady and not like... a person.

[v3nusxsky]

best friends mom!emily prentiss and reader. where readers bsf invites her to join their vacation for winter break and r accepts not knowing that emily was her best friends mom that she has been fucking for weeks. a few days there, r decides to go to in the hot tub, emily joins after without thinking. emily and r has unbearable tension so they fuck in the hot tub while emily’s ex husband and r’s best friend are out skiing.

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MILF!18+

*Authors note~ I love the Emily prompts so much and I missed writing for my favourite lady*

Trigger warnings~ mommy kink semi public sex, cheating milf Emily x 21 year old reader

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Delilah happened to be your best friend of 2 years, you'd met at college and instantly became thicker than thieves. For anyone who didn't know your story, it appeared you'd been friends for years. Yet realistically you didn't know each others family or home towns, you knew each others college lives inside and out. Delilah mentioned a family vacation she was being taken on and allowed a plus one, which was going to be her ex boyfriend, but the key word there was Ex. So it had all been payed for, she offered you to join in, knowing you'd been swept up in meeting the mystery girl, you'd return covered in love bits and satisfied for a few days. The cycle would repeat but you refused to divulge much information, only offering her gender and saying she's older, but god damn amazing in bed. So the break would do you the world of good.

That was how you found yourself and your best friend driving up to the cabin. A skiing holiday. Both singling obnoxiously loud to a special playlist of all your favourites. The emotional response would change from breakups to sexy to sad to happy and in love, a true mix but all of them loved by you both. When you arrived at the cabin you got all settled in your room before Delilah's dad and step mother arrived.

The shock of your life came when you saw your secret lover stood next to the man Delilah addressed as dad. "Emily" she nodded at your secret lover and that's when your eyes met, she was just as shocked to see you here too. Neither of before realised you were talking of the same girl. Delilah. You knew her as li and Emily addressed her as Delilah, so truly it was understandable how one didn't connect the two. Emily of course told you of her failing arranged marriage, her mother unwilling to accept that Emily was Lesbian so she arranged the marriage with a wealthy man, it made her look good so what was Emily's happiness to her?

With a nervous hi to both adults you began to listen in to what was going on. Delilah and her dad wanting to hit the slope as soon as possible, Emily hoping to stay back at the cabin maybe get a little nap in. So they were completely divided which meant they turned to you. "Uh um I could stay here with Emily? I could do with a nap, I'll hit the slopes tomorrow with you li?" You murmured hoping it would be okay.

Soon enough it had been decided li and her dad would hit the slopes and you and Emily would hang back here. As soon as they both left, Emily made her way to where you were staying, "that's your li?" She murmured as her eyes raked over your body. "You have a step daughter and a mommy kink em?" You teased watching as she smiled and came closer to you to steal a kiss. "Shut up princess you have no problem with calling me mommy when I'm attending to that pretty pussy of yours" she murmured against your lips before shoving you against the wall, the moment your back connected with the wall you let out a ridiculously loud moan. "Now now princess don't scream too loud or we will get caught" she teased before removing herself from you, "get a swim suit on, there's a hot tub and Im sure you'd hate to leave mommy all alone in there" she purred adding a quick swat to your bottom before heading to change.

By the time you had changed, Emily had already found herself in the hot tub, her burgundy swim sit hardly containing her plentiful boobs from spilling out over the cups. Her head lolled back in relaxation as the steam rose hitting cold air. "Mommy?" You whimpered as your need clouded your mind. It had been way too long since you'd had your lips on her pert buds, or lapping at her slick folds, hell you missed being dicked down by her strap. You missed your mommy and here and now with her like that, you just had to have her. "Join me princess" she murmured not even bothering to open her eyes as you scurried to join her.

The water was warm and you couldn't help but moan slightly as it washed over your skin, taking a seat next to Emily. "Now now princess you know mommy likes you on her lap" she murmured causing you to now straddle her lap. "Hello pretty girl" she murmured before kissing you hard enough to make your toes curl. "Mommy" you whined rolling your hips, only to find out she's packing.

"Mommy need you" you whined into her ear. "Princess it's been a few days since we you've had mommy, such a needy little slut aren't you?" She murmured before freeing her strap. "Gonna ride me like a good girl" she demanded really before slipping the binki bottom material to the side before allowing you to sink onto the faux dick.

"Oh mommy, fuck yes more" you whimpered eyes rolling back your head as you felt her hit that spot inside you only she could find. "Come on baby. Let mommy use that pretty pussy of yours" she murmured and you began to bounce on the strap. The hot tub jets adding bubbles to hide what was going on, "mommy mommy fuck want bed" you murmured in coherently. Quickly hoping off her strap you stumbled from the hot tube and to the bedroom you were staying in. Emily got on your heels.

Immediately you were bent over the bed, strap entering your core once more, this time pace being ruthless and erratic, "fuck princess feel so good. Take it. Take mommys cock. Fuck squeezing me so good baby" she moaned as to simply laid there taking the brutal assault, murmuring incoherent words and pleads. "Mommy! Love you mommy mommy please" you whimpered, "gonna cum" you warned. "That's it princess come for me. That's it good girl"

Emily fucked you through your orgasm before slipping from your core and moving to kiss you, "oh princess this holiday is going to be so much fun, now go clean up and look busy they'll be back soon, I love you princess" she murmured before leaving the room to freshen up.

Word count~ 1188

[alexblakeisgay]

What She Deserves

Ship: Alex Blake/Emily Prentiss

Summary:  Emily's favourite hobby is buying sexy lingerie and then sending Alex pictures of herself wearing it...usually at the least opportune moments. Say, in the middle of a teacher's conference.

Warnings: Mommy Kink, strap-ons, spanking.

Word Count: 1730

When Emily and Alex had started dating, Alex had quickly learned that Emily had an inexplicable love of buying sexy lingerie. She’d also learned that seeing Emily wear said lingerie turned her on more than anything her husband had done in twenty years of marriage.

There were a lot of things she learned about her own turn-ons after she’d started dating Emily... Sexting, for example. And dirty talk. (She supposed the latter shouldn’t have been a huge surprise, given her penchant for language...and yet, it had taken Emily’s influence to bring out that side of her.)

The other big surprise had been just how much she enjoyed dominating Emily. With James, she’d never displayed even the faintest dominant tendency...but when it came to Emily, all she wanted was to have her at her mercy and begging that she let her cum.

She’d been gone for the past three days on a conference, leaving Emily to her own devices...with strict instructions that she wasn’t to cum without her being present.

Emily, of course, loved to be a brat... Her favourite activity during Alex’s absences was to take pictures of herself in the sluttiest lingerie she owned and send them to Alex at the least opportune moments. She knew it would land her in trouble, but it just so happened that she loved trouble.

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“Emily?” Alex called out into the expanse of the apartment as she shut the door behind her. There was an edge to her voice that Emily had come to know quite well – the edge that only came out when she expected nothing but the fullest obedience.

Emily came strutting down the hall wearing her red satin robe and a pair of black leather boots, the robe clearly concealing something sinful... Her expression was a smile of faux-innocence, as if she were merely happy to see Alex and weren’t expecting anything to happen, though they both knew Alex would see through her act in a heartbeat.

She proceeded to pull off Alex’s coat, hands kneading her shoulders where the stress always seemed to manifest. “You’re so tense...” she breathed beside Alex’s ear. “I can help you with that...” Her lips travelled a languorous path along Alex’s neck and it was almost sweet...or it would’ve been, if her hands hadn’t been travelling towards the zipper of her jeans.

Clocking her tongue scoldingly, Alex wrapped her fingers around Emily’s wrist, halting her movement. “What do you think you’re doing?” she asked as if she didn’t already know.

“Helping you relax,” Emily said, almost sounding sheepish, though Alex was hardly buying it.

“I don’t think so, Pet,” she chided. “If you want to touch me, you’d best try to earn it, given how much of a brat you’ve been this weekend... Teasing me relentlessly with your little slutty fashion show.”

Emily seemed like she might’ve apologized, but they both knew it wasn’t going to be a genuine apology. Instead, she took Alex by the hand and lead her towards the bedroom. “Let me make it up to you...” she purred, gently pushing her to sit back in the armchair that sat in the corner of the room.

Alex raised a brow. “And how do you plan on doing that?” she asked, cocking her head to the side and watching Emily with interest as she slipped off her robe to reveal a lacy red thong, a matching bustier, and nothing else. (As much as Alex hated to admit it, the outfit – such as it could be called an outfit – went a long way towards Emily’s goal...)

Emily strutted towards her until she was standing between Alex’s legs and her fingers danced along the buttons of her blouse. She leaned in so that her lips where ghosting over Alex’s and whispered, “Use me... I’m here to serve your every whim.” She knew by the sharp intake of breath that followed that her words had struck the exact chord she’d intended.

Alex’s hands were almost delicate as she slid her palms along Emily’s thighs until they reached her ass, proceeding to grip tightly the soft flesh. She leaned in to press soft kisses to Emily’s stomach, teeth scraping along her skin with each press of her lips.

Above her, Emily was letting out soft little whimpers and breathy moans, making Alex smirk to herself knowing that she could so easily reduce her to such a needy mess. Before she could voice her amusement, though, Emily was easing herself out of her grip with that signature mischievous grin she always wore when she was up to no good...

She proceeded to turn and settle on Alex’s lap, slowly gyrating her hips and grinding against her. Alex hummed appreciatively, gripping Emily’s hips with enough pressure to leave little fingerprint bruises. “What a good girl,” she purred, nuzzling into her hair so that her lips were brushing the shell of her ear.

Emily lit up with the praise and seemed about to say something in response when Alex shifted beneath her, causing the strap on hidden beneath her jeans to press against her ass which caused Emily to let out a little gasp.

“You like my little surprise, Princess?” Alex asked, smirk audible in her voice.

“Yes, Mommy,” she answered instantly, nodding eagerly. She couldn’t seem to help herself, rubbing up against the strap as if desperate for the slightest friction. “You know I love your cock...”

Alex chuckled softly. She did know what a little cockslut Emily was... On more than one occasion, she’d made her cum simply by describing what it would be like to fuck her, to cum inside her. “Have you been good enough to earn it?” she asked, taunting her.

Emily’s eager nods became desperate, pleading.

Ignoring her, though, Alex continued, “Because I’m not so certain you have... Texting me all weekend long, sending me filthy pictures, begging me to let you touch yourself. That doesn’t sound like the behaviour of a good girl to me.”

“I’m sorry!” she said in what she hoped was her most apologetic tone. “I can do better!”

She hummed a thoughtful note at that. “Oh, how I wish I could believe that...” Her hands found their way to Emily’s breasts, kneading them roughly, feeling her nipples harden at her touch. “You forget, though, that I’ve heard those words from you before.”

She whimpered softly, but didn’t seem to have any words.

“Cat got your tongue?” Alex teased at her sudden silence. “Surely you aren’t repentant now? You were so proud of yourself earlier...”

Emily didn’t respond, as there didn’t seem to be a right answer. She’d found that more often than not, what got her into trouble was her smart mouth and sarcastic attitude – in fact, on more than one occasion, she’d managed to talk herself out of an orgasm she might otherwise have been granted.

Grinning to herself at Emily’s uncharacteristic vigilant obedience, Alex brushed Emily’s hair to the side and pressed languid kisses along her spine. “I’m feeling generous, Pet,” she murmured against her skin, “Would you like a chance to earn my cock?”

Once again, she nodded desperately, ready to do anything and everything Alex asked, so long as she promised to fuck her into oblivion afterwards.

Alex hummed as if considering the matter, though Emily knew for a fact she’d already decided upon a suitable punishment for her earlier brazenness. “Why don’t you go and bend over the bed for me?” she suggested. “Show off what you were so desperate for me to see earlier...”

Obediently, Emily crossed the room to take the commanded position, propping herself up on her elbows so her ass was on full display, waiting patiently to feel the smack of Alex’s hand against her skin...only, it didn’t immediately follow.

Glancing over her shoulder, she watched as Alex slipped her hand inside her jeans, her head lolling back as she touched her clit to the sight of Emily so steadfast in her submission – completely at her mercy and completely content to be so.

Emily let out a little whimper, wetness flooding her cunt, surely ruining the meagre scrap of fabric that was her thong. The idea of Alex being so turned on by her servitude that she couldn’t resist touching herself was, perhaps, even more sinful than the touch itself.

Eventually, she could wait no longer. “Mommy...” she whined, pouted.

“Okay, Pet,” she agreed, standing and shucking off her jeans and blouse before approaching behind her, the first smack landing firmly on her ass so suddenly it almost surprised her.

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“Roll over,” Alex commanded once she was satisfied that Emily had well and truly learned her lesson. She was mewling and squirming with every strike of her hand, her ass flushed pink where her palm had landed, and she was whimpering promises to be a good girl from now on. Neither of them truly believed she meant it, but where would be the fun in that?

Panting from the exertion of maintaining her self-control, Emily rolled onto her back so she was staring up at the ceiling, unsure what Alex had planned next, but willing and eager to endure it so long as it made Alex happy.

Alex caught her gaze, the lust contained in them practically lighting her aflame... She maintained eye contact as she dragged her soaked panties to the side and slowly dropped to her knees, proceeding to slide her tongue along Emily’s cunt.

“Fuck,” Emily hissed, fisting her hands in the sheets beneath her. “Mommy...”

Alex grinned to herself as she laved her tongue over her clit over and over until she was positively dripping. Then, without warning, she slipped three fingers inside her, making her cry out sharply. Working her with both her tongue and her fingers, Alex didn’t have to try very hard to reduce Emily to a moaning, gasping mess...

“Mommy,” she begged, “Mommy, please... I’ve been such a good girl for you. Please?”

Chuckling softly, Alex rose to her feet so she could properly affix her with a raised brow. “Have you learned your lesson, Pet?”

She nodded, batted her lashes, flashing her most innocent smile. “I’ll be your good girl forever,” she insisted...even if the flicker of wickedness in her eyes belied the words as she said them.

And, never one to deny her anything, Alex proceeded to straddle her hips, burying herself inside her with one thrust.

[5raysofsunshine]

I posted 5,562 times in 2022

That's 1,420 more posts than 2021!

224 posts created (4%)

5,338 posts reblogged (96%)

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I tagged 2,154 of my posts in 2022

#she's so pretty like how is she so pretty - 185 posts

#a league of their own - 122 posts

#greta gill - 87 posts

#emily prentiss - 61 posts

#judy's yearning hours - 43 posts

#katie 🌬 - 39 posts

#carson shaw - 37 posts

#rebecca 🎻 - 28 posts

#bechloe - 27 posts

#just judy thoughts - 27 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#and i could tell the guy in the truck taking his order was having a hard time understanding what this dude wanted bc his phone was too loud

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

In the Kitchen with Penelope - Emily Prentiss x Penelope Garcia

Hi friends! Who wants to read about Emily and Penelope baking together (and flirting and being a tad bit chaotic)?! This takes place around the beginning of Emily being there, like mid-late s2. They be developing crushes on each other!

Written for @sweetprentiss 's birthday bingo: Cooking or Baking Together

Rating: G

Word count: 2065

Tagging @ssaagentemilyprentiss @dalexandriag16 @its-soph-xx @143bc (if you want to be tagged in future fics lmk!)

Enjoy! 💖

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“Emily.” Penelope says, staring at the so-called ingredients Emily had said she bought for the cake they were going to make.

“Yeah?” Emily asks, already knowing that Penelope is disappointed with what she sees.

Penelope gestures towards the kitchen island counter, “That is a cake in a box.”

“Yup!” Emily said confidently. Sitting on top of Emily’s kitchen island is a small blue rectangular box with a stylized photo of a perfectly baked yellow cake with chocolate frosting and a cartoon mascot smiling widely. The ingredients and instructions for the premade cake mix are printed on the back of the box in simple wording with small illustrations to show the steps visually.

Penelope rolls her eyes, “You told me you had cake ingredients!”

“I do! All the dry ingredients are already mixed together and then it calls for water, eggs, and vegetable oil! Which I have!” Emily argues back.

Penelope shakes her head back and forth, “No, no, no! Emily, I came over here because you said you wanted my help making a cake, and THIS is what you need help with? Are you telling me you can’t follow simple back-of-the-box instructions?”

“I don’t want to screw it up! You’ll help me not screw it up!” Emily pleads.

Sure, Emily can bake the cake pretty easily, if she pays attention to measurements and doesn’t forget that she already added something, and if she doesn’t forget to set a timer for the oven. This is why Emily invited Penelope over. The blonde had offered to help Emily if she ever wanted to bake something, since Penelope often bakes sweet treats for the team on holidays and when she hosts little get togethers at her apartment. And to be perfectly honest, Emily would use any excuse she could to spend some quality time with her new friend.

“Emily, how the hell can you-” Penelope begins to ask, but Emily interrupts.

“You must think very highly of me, because I can assure you that I will absolutely mess this up somehow if I tried making this by myself.” It’s true, she could and most likely would if Penelope wasn’t here.

Penelope sighs, “I actually do think very highly of you, Emily. Always have... but now I’m starting to think I shouldn’t.”

“Oh come on, PG!” Emily exclaims. “I’ve always struggled with baking. And cooking, for that matter. I am useless in the kitchen, and it’s literally so... embarrassing.”

“Well... don’t worry, my sweet. A badass intelligent sexy woman like yourself doesn't need to be skilled in the kitchen as long as you’re skilled in... other areas.”

“Ha, tell that to my exes.”

“Oh screw them, they probably didn’t deserve you anyway.”

“Aw, thanks.”

Penelope sighs deeply, grabbing the box of cake mix and putting it away in one of Emily’s cabinets. “Okay, screw this cake mix. Emily Prentiss, I’m going to teach you how to make a cake from scratch!”

“Really?” Emily asks, already doubtful about how well this will go.

“Yes!” Penelope says confidently, “As long as you have all of the ingredients we’ll need.”

“Like what?”

“Well, what goes into a cake?” Penelope asks, quizzing Emily to see if she at least knows the basic ingredients.

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22 notes - Posted February 24, 2022

#4

Let's Go Home - Emily Prentiss x Reader

Hi friends! Here's a little piece I just finished while at work today. It's been a minute since I've posted so I hope you all enjoy it! I'm working on putting together a tag list form so be on the lookout for that in my pinned post! update: it's up! please check it out in my pinned post or here!

Description: You pick up Emily from the hospital after she gets hurt out in the field. Morgan and Prentiss are the best besties! You and Emily are married! It's cute, I promise!

Rating: G. I don't think there's anything that should be tw but if there is lmk!

Word count: 921

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"Morgan, slow down! You maniac!" Emily shouts as Derek pushes her wheelchair down the hospital walkway. He’s not walking very fast, but his pace isn’t slow either. The man laughs as he slowly swerves Emily left and right, making race car sounds. Emily keeps warning him to knock it off, but you can tell by her megawatt smile and laughter that she is enjoying the ride.

You watch the two agents from outside the double doors of the hospital's main entrance, holding a pair of crutches Emily had tucked away in the hall closet of the apartment. "Oh my god, you two are ridiculous!"

Derek slows Emily's wheelchair to a stop in front of you, "Don't worry, Y/n! She's fine!"

"I have a broken ankle, Morgan. Things could be better." Emily says, rolling her eyes. She’s wearing a boot cast on her left foot. The agent had gotten her foot caught in a booby trap the unsub had set, causing her ankle to be clamped by the mechanism. Thankfully, Derek managed to pry it apart for Emily to pull her foot out, but they knew Emily was hurt badly and had to be sent to the hospital.

You sigh, "Well I agree that things could be better. You could not have a broken ankle and we could've avoided a hospital visit. But hey, at least it's only your ankle, right?" You say, trying to sound optimistic but you can’t help the hint of sarcasm in your tone. It's rare that Emily gets injured out in the field, but when she does, you've learned over the past couple years of being with her that worrying and panicking helps no one. Of course you still worry and panic regardless, but you keep it under wraps much better than when you two first started dating. Right now, you're just relieved that your wife is okay... ish.

Derek holds his hands out for Emily to take, "Alright, princess. Let’s get you out of that chair.” Emily nods, grabbing one of his hands to pull herself out of the chair. She winces as she stands and balances on her right foot before you help tuck the crutches under her arms. "I'll wheel this back inside. You guys go home. I'll check in with you tomorrow, okay? Remember to take it easy and-"

"Don’t walk without crutches, yeah yeah. Morgan, I got this. I’ll be fine. This isn’t my first time, you know.” Your wife says, annoyed.

You smile up at Derek, "Hence why we have a pair of crutches with her initials on them.” The three of you chuckle at the fact that yes, Emily’s crutches have her initials on them. Along with several glitter stickers, courtesy of Penelope. “Trust me D, I'll make sure she gets rest and doesn't do anything dumb." You look pointedly at Emily, who frowns.

“Hey, I’m careful and responsible! I can take care of myself! You of all people should know that, that’s why you married me!” She argues before beginning to walk towards the parking lot. Luckily, you were able to find a spot close enough that it wouldn't be too long of a walk. You want to get Emily home as soon as possible so you can (attempt to) take care of her.

“Yes honey,” you say as you unlock your car. “Your sense of responsibility and independence are great qualities that I admire very much. But those aren’t necessarily the reasons why I married you.”

“Oh yeah?” Emily asks as you open the car door for her. She hands you her crutches and settles herself into the passenger seat.

“Mmhmm, I happen to find you incredibly sexy too.” You notice one of the stickers is about to peel off, so you press it back down before placing the crutches in the back seat. Quickly making your way around the car, you open the driver’s side door and slide into the seat. “Having a hot wife has always been a goal of mine, and you were the perfect candidate.”

You start the car as Emily laughs, “Do you still think I’m sexy-”

You quickly interrupt her before she can finish her sentence. “Yes.”

“But, even with this-” She gestures to her cast, but you quickly interrupt her again.

“Yes, Em. You’re still sexy as hell, even if you have a boot and crutches. I’ll always find you hot, you know that. I mean, if I can still find you sexy after you came home with food poisoning from that new Thai place last year, then you should never doubt my attraction to you.”

Your wife scoffs, “That was the most terrible case of food poisoning I ever had.”

“Oh I know, I was there.” You say with a grin.

“Shut up!” Emily playfully shoves your shoulder before staring at you, her tongue pokes out to lick her lips.

“Why don’t you make me.” You say teasingly. Emily leans over the center console and grabs your face to pull you in for a kiss. You immediately melt at the contact, reminding you that you haven’t kissed your wife in two days since she was out of town for her current case.

The kiss lasts for three long seconds, followed by three little pecks. Emily rests her forehead against yours and your noses brush against each other. “Thank you for coming to get me,” she whispers, “I love you so much.”

You press another kiss to your wife’s lips before replying, “I love you too, Em. Now let’s go home.”

23 notes - Posted January 20, 2022

#3

"I want to know what it's like to be loved by you."

with Greta and Carson, please!

💞💞💞

BECCA ILY

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"What do you want, Carson? What do you want from me?" Greta asks, the frustration and loss of patience in her tone makes Carson want to break down If only the woman would understand what was happening to Carson- what she's doing to Carson. "You act like you want me, then you act like I repulse you. You push me away, but can't keep your hands off me. Do you want me or not, Shaw!"

"Oh yeah, that's rich coming from you. You're the one who keeps playing games with me! You keep saying 'this is temporary. this isn't real. feelings are stupid.'-"

"Feelings are stupid Carson! Do you know why? Because my feelings... our feelings... aren't allowed to be real. We are crazy to want each other. We are crazy to look at each other and want to kiss and touch each other in ways that are only reserved for men. We are supposed to want men. We are supposed to love men. You love Charlie, right? You love your husband like a wife should?"

"Greta, stop. Enough about Charlie!"

"You love Charlie, right?" Greta repeats her question again, staring right into Carson's eyes. "Loving him is safer than... this. Your life with him is safe for you Carson. And I just want you to be safe. That's all that matters to me. Do you understand me? If you love me... if we try to make this real... that means you're not safe."

The tears running down Greta's face, streaking her makeup, Carson tries her best to wipe them away but Greta keeps shaking her head back and forth. "I know you and I are putting so much at risk. But how I feel for you is... unlike anything I've ever felt eith Charlie. It is the realest thing I have ever known, Greta."

"It sounds too good to be true. Anyone feeling something so real, for little ol' me. And yet..." Greta sniffles and wipes her cheek before gazing deeply into Carson's eyes, "I want you. I want to know what it's like to be loved by you." Greta confesses, her eyes watery as she cups the catcher's cheek. "In the realest way we can make it."

45 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

#2

I Don't Want To Be Alone Anymore - Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader

Hi friends! This fic is for @sweetprentiss 's birthday bingo, filling spots "it's not as bad as it looks" and "love confession". It's hurt/comfort with a dash of angst, but don't worry there's a happy ending! Hope you enjoy! :)

Description: Set after Minimal Loss (4x3). After Emily comes back to the east coast after being stuck in Utah for two days, she calls to tell you she's okay but confesses she's been hurt. She argues that she doesn't want you to see her, you argue back that she needs to stop pushing you away. When she finally let's you come over to see her, something unexpected happens.

Rating: Explicit, but only because there's a couple F bombs and other curse words. Tw and cw for bodily harm and aftermath of a physical fight, but if you've seen 4x3 you'll know what to expect.

Word count: 4,006 (this is the longest fic I've written so far!!!)

Tagging @ssaagentemilyprentiss @themoontaxi @sweetprentiss @dalexandriag16 @its-soph-xx (if you want to be tagged in my fics lmk by asking and/or filling this form out)

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The melodic tune of your ringtone catches your attention while you're in your car, stopped at a red light. You reach over the center console and dig around in your bag to find your cell phone. With a flick of the wrist the phone flips up and you press it to your ear, holding it between your head and shoulder as you move the steering wheel to make a left turn. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," Emily says through the phone.

“Hi baby!" You happily exclaim. You hadn't heard from your girlfriend in two days and were starting to get worried. When Emily is out of state on a case she at least tries to call you once a day, even if it's only for a couple minutes, just so you can hear her voice. That didn't happen this time.

Usually Emily will mirror the tone of your voice, happy to hear your greeting. But she doesn't, she sounds a bit anxious instead. “Sorry to call, I know you’re at work.”

“Oh, that’s okay! I’m actually on my way back to the office now. I had a late lunch. Went to Saggio’s, that Italian place with really good gnocchi soup. You jelly?”

You hear a very small chuckle on the other side of the line, “Very.” 

“Are you still in Utah?” You ask as you attempt to parallel park your car outside your office building. Emily had to travel to Utah for work. She said they were just going to interview some people and gain intel so they could build a stronger case, the details of said case were kept hidden from you for the most part so you only had a very vague idea of what Emily was working on. Before she left, she assured you that she’d be in and out of Utah, but you assumed by Emily's radio silence that her assignment must have gotten more complicated than originally planned.

“No, thank fucking god." Emily says, "We landed back in Virgina about two hours ago.”

“Oh good! How’d it go?"

There's a moment of silence before Emily answers your question. “Well... we were hit with a lot of... unexpected trouble.”

You frown at Emily's response as you shit off the motor and sit back, wanting to wait a few minutes before you have to walk across ice covered pavement to return to work. “Oh no! I’m sorry to hear that, honey.”

“It's..." Emily sighs harshly, "it's alright babe. I just wanted to call so I could hear your voice. I’m sorry I couldn’t call you earlier, I was... tied up. With the case. Had to deal with some really fucked up people who made things so much worse then they should've been. But-um... anyway, I wanted to let you know that I’m okay.”

“Oh... okay.” You say hesitantly. Redflags are beginning to fly around in your brain, your curiosity tempting you to ask Emily what happened over there, because you can tell that something is wrong. “I was worried when you didn’t call, but I just figured you were focussed on work, so I didn’t want to disturb you. But I’m so glad you’re back! Just in time too! I was starting to worry that I’d have to tell my parents you weren’t going to make it... again.” For the past couple weeks you’ve been trying to arrange a time for you and Emily to have dinner with your parents, since you and Emily have been dating for a little over six months and things might be getting a little more serious. Somehow, Emily has managed to get pulled into work at the last minute, causing you to have dinner with your parents alone or not at all, but hopefully the fourth time’s the charm. “I can’t wait to go to dinner tomorrow! I talked to mom this morning and she said, and I quote, ‘I can’t wait to finally meet that gorgeous girlfriend of yours.’ Are you excited or what!” The grin on your face is so large it makes your cheeks hurt. Sadly, it doesn't stay on your face for very long.

“Wow, that’s uh... I’m-uh... I’m really sorry to do this Y/n, but I don’t think I can make it.”

“Again?" You ask, already frustrated because this dinner had already been rescheduled for the third time already. You open your car door and step out, slamming it behind you as you begin making your way towards your office building. "Emily, I thought you didn’t have to work this weekend?”

“I don’t, I still don’t. But I have to stay home and rest for the next couple days.” 

“You have to stay-?" You quickly realize what Emily means. Something happened in Utah. Something bad. "Wait, what happened? Are you hurt?”

The silence on the other side of the line gives the answer away before Emily starts talking, “Yeah... I got roughed up a little. But I’m okay though, I’m okay. I just..." Emily's voice trails off. Your heart is racing, panicked by the idea of Emily getting ‘roughed up’ by anyone. From time to time since you two started dating, Emily has mentioned incidents when she would get hurt out in the field, but it wasn’t something she liked to talk about with you. Even while you’ve been dating, if Emily came home with a couple bumps and bruises, she would tell you to stay away and give her space for a day or two. She claims that she doesn’t want you to deal with the aftermath of a bad case, that she preferred to handle it on her own. You knew it was just Emily’s way of shutting you out, her fear of being vulnerable, her fear of you not being able to handle the bad parts of dating an FBI agent. You hope this time she’ll let you see her, let you be with her as she recovers, but you’re doubtful. And that frustrates you.

You can't help but lose your patience with her. "Just what, Emily? What's going on?"

"Y/n, I don’t want to meet your parents when I... I have a black eye, and a bruised jawbone. And a lot of scratches on my hands and arms.” Emily says, sounding embarrassed.

You stop in your tracks and immediately regret losing your patience, your frustration dissolves and is replaced with shock and concern. “Oh my god, baby! What?!”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine! I'm okay! Calm down!”

You can't calm down. Your eyes are wide in panic, your chest is tight. Even though you’re two feet away from your desk, all you want to do is turn around and walk back to your car so you can rush over to Emily's apartment. You have to see her, you have to see your girlfriend. Your poor bruised girlfriend. “Are you home? Can I come over?”

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184 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

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Definitely Worth It - Emily Prentiss x afab fem reader smut

Hello friends! I'm back again with some friends to lovers smut with plot for youuu! And just in time (barely!) for @sweetprentiss 's birthday bingo: friends to lovers, affectionate teasing, and "I can't concentrate when you look at me like that"

Description: You and the team are staying in a hotel, snowed in for the night. The sexual tension between you and Emily is so incredibly thick, and it takes some worda of encouragement and some liquid courage from the hotel bar/lounge for you two to finally do something about it.

Rating: E +18 there is cursing and sex

Word count: 5, 850 (holy shit I didn't realize it was this long I'm so sorry but I think it's totally worth it (and mostly dialogue so it should be pretty easy to read)???)

Tagging: @ssaagentemilyprentiss @themoontaxi @dalexandriag16 @its-soph-xx @leftoverenvy @bloodmagicbaby

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A cold gust of air blows through the automatic sliding doors and into the lobby of the hotel you and the team are staying at for your current assignment. Despite already having caught the unsub and closing the case earlier that day, you all have to stay one more night in Ohio due to a snowstorm that grounded all flights for the evening.

“Cold, cold, cold, cold, cold!” You chant as you rush past the team to get further inside the lobby.

“Oh come on now, Y/L/n! It’s not even that bad yet!” Derek calls after you.

“Not that bad? YET?!” You exclaim. “Morgan, I can’t feel my fingers! Or my toes!” You complain. 

“Don’t worry, Y/n. Once we get to our room, we’ll crank the heater up.” Emily says.

“Are we gonna cuddle to keep warm?” You ask teasingly. Emily playfully rolls her eyes at you.

“You know what always warms me up?” Rossi asks.

“Scotch.” Spencer answers.

Rossi nods, “Would anyone care to join me at the bar over there?” There’s a lounge with a small bar located on the ground floor of the hotel, it’s entrance to the left of the front desk. 

"Oh absolutely! What’dya think, Jayje?" Penelope asks, linking arms with JJ.

The petite blonde shrugs her shoulders, “Might as well, but I want to head to the room first to change into something warmer and less... worky.” 

“I’ll join you Rossi, as long as you're buying!” Emily teases, grinning from ear to ear.

Dave scowls, “Is that all I’m good for? Buying you booze?”

Derek chuckles, “Nah, Rossi. You buy us dinner too, and for that we are grateful!” He claps Rossi on the back before guiding him towards the elevator.

“Ah, screw you, children.” Dave grumbles.

Once you're all piled into the elevator, you speak up, “You guys need to stop taking advantage of Rossi’s generosity and abundance of wealth!” 

Rossi looks down at you, “Thank you?”

“Then why don’t you buy me a beer, Y/n?” Emily asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

You scoff, “Why don’t you buy your own drinks for once, Em?”

The elevator bell dings and the metal doors open. You all shuffle out into the hallway and begin making your way to your rooms.

“I’m too pretty to buy my own drinks.” Emily says, playfully flipping her hair.

You roll your eyes, “You’re incorrigible.”

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my mom had the audacity to say paget brewster isn’t sexy as emily prentiss someone call cps i’m being mistreated in this household