#switch jennifer jareau

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heyy could i request something jotchniss

sub jj , sub emily and dom hotch ?? thank you love ur writing :))

A/N: Hey Anon! I know you asked for sub JJ, but I can’t for the life of me picture JJ as a sub, so I hope switch/sub JJ is okay! This one also is a little more Jemily than I usually write, but I wanted to switch things up.

Title: Don’t lose your focus  Summary: After JJ and Will split up, JJ feels lost for a long time, luckily for her, she finds exactly what she needs with Aaron and Emily. Word Count: 4,4k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, threesome, restraints, sex toys, anal, double penetration, Dom Aaron, Switch JJ, sub JJ, sub Emily   

When Will and JJ decided to split up, she was lost for a long time. Her life became Henry and the BAU, splitting time between trying to be the best mother she could be while also balancing her work that she had no intention of leaving. They decided to split their time with Henry, shifting days and weeks to make it work for both Will and JJ but it was hard, it was harder than she’d wanted to admit.   

For a long time after, JJ felt like half a person, like something was missing. She felt guilty because she wasn’t spending enough time with her son, felt a longing for something besides being a single mother. She loved Henry with everything she had, and the guilt for feeling like it wasn’t enough was an everlasting presence.    

But JJ and Will make it work. A year passes, then another one and Henry is turning 4 and JJ has almost been able to ignore the itch that something was missing.    

And then that night happens.    

She’s spending an evening at Aaron and Emily’s house. They had been together for almost two years now, happy in a way that makes something ache in JJ’s chest. The jealousy was bitter on her tongue, the feeling of possibly never having the kind of happiness that her friends had a realization she’d rather not have. She pretends that she doesn’t feel something warm in her belly when Emily looks at her a certain way, or that Aaron’s heavy, warm hand on her shoulder doesn’t give her goosebumps. She didn’t want to admit that she felt something more than friendship towards them, she had ignored those feelings for so long that it felt like second nature by now.   

But then Emily kisses her. It’s soft and so sudden that JJ steps back with wide eyes searching brown ones.   

“What are you doing?” She asked just as Aaron came to wrap an arm around Emily’s waist.   

“I think she kissed you.” He answers before Emily has the chance to, an unfamiliar look in his eye that made her gulp. “Did you like it?”    

She looked between them, from the amused smirk on Aaron’s face to Emily’s dark stare, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth and JJ couldn’t lie to them.   

“Yes.” She breathed and she swore she saw them both relax slightly. Aaron took her hand, tugged her closer and Emily’s soft hands landed on her hips. For a moment she was lost in them, confused and excited as Aaron leaned a little closer to her.   

“Should she do it again?” He asked and JJ is nodding before she can think about it. Emily’s lips are more insistent that time, soft and careful but an urgency behind her kiss. When they break apart and JJ looks between the pair she feels like the part of her that she’s been missing, finally fell into place.     

*   

That night she ends up spending hours in their bed, watches the way Emily submits to Aaron, how Aaron worships her, studies the different ways they bring pleasure to each other. And to her. It’s a new world, until them she had never been one to explore. But they come along and it’s like a buffet of pleasure that they lay at her feet.   

In hindsight it shouldn’t have surprised her that Aaron had a thing about control even in bed, it shouldn’t have made her pause that Emily gave herself utterly and completely to him. That their trust led to exploration of pain and pleasure.    

Aaron teaches her how and where to hit the whip across pale skin, Emily watches with hazy eyes as JJ gives herself to Aaron. She never knew she had a thing about control as well, not until she got to experience it herself.    

With Aaron, she was never in control. With Emily, she always was.   

“I’m giving you my permission to use her.” Aaron had whispered against the shell of her ear. “Poor thing needs two people to tell her what to do.” His hand wraps in her blonde hair and pulls harshly, causing a breathy moan to fall from her lips. “But at the end of the day you know who owns you, don’t you?”   

“You do.” She gasped and she felt his grin, feral and dark against her neck.    

It’s new, it’s exciting, it’s exactly what she needs.   

She lets herself fall in love with them, explores what it means to be in a relationship with not one person, but two. And she’s never been happier.    

*   

It’s another year and they all live together, not caring what people might think because they were happy, they were working.   

JJ is sifting through files in her office when the door closes and she looks up to find her girlfriend leaning against the dark wood, a familiar look on her face.   

“Do you need something?” She arches an amused eyebrow when Emily shakes her head and pushes off from the door.   

“I’m bored.” She says as she sits on the edge of JJ’s desk.    

“We’re at work. Why can’t you enjoy a slow day?” JJ muses as she stands from her chair and fits herself between her spread legs. “Does Aaron know you’re in here?”    

“Nope.” Emily grins as JJ grabs her hips and squeezed. She pulled her closer by wrapping her legs around her slim waist. “He’s in a mood.”   

“Is he now?” JJ smirked when Emily nodded, her dark eyes already focused on her lips. “And it has nothing to do with the fact that you’ve been acting like a brat since this morning?” One hand moves from her hip to tangle in dark hair and she tugs hard enough for Emily to hiss. JJ places soft kisses up the column of her throat. “He’s already texted me everything you’ve been doing, and what we’re going to do with you when we get home.”    

Emily whimpers at her words, fear and excitement in equal measure spreading through her.    

“And he also told me that if you came in here trying to distract me, to tell him.” JJ keeps one hand tangled in her hair while picking up her phone with the other, quickly sending a message to Aaron. “And we both know that I’m his good girl.” JJ nips at her throat before stepping away from the brunette, leaving her dazed and aroused.   

“JJ-” Emily tries reaching for her but she barely has time to stand from the desk before Aaron is walking through the door with an angered expression on his face.     

“What did I tell you about leaving your desk?” He walks towards Emily and easily pushes her to her knees on the floor. Then he reaches for JJ and kisses her. “I knew I could count on you, sweet girl.” He whispers against her lips and she feels her cheeks heating and lips tug upwards at the praise. When Aaron looks down at Emily any trace of softness is gone and he scowls. “Pathetic, aren’t you?”    

Emily looks up at them with wide eyes, a flush creeping from her cheeks and down her chest. She licked over her bottom lip as she nodded, wordlessly agreeing to his harsh words. But JJ knew how much she loved it, how much she craved it.    

“Please Aaron-”   

“Quiet.” He ordered and stepped back from her, urging JJ to follow him. He looked at Emily kneeling on the dirty floor of JJ’s office, still sometimes not believing his luck, that both Emily and JJ both gave him this, that they trusted him enough to do so. “JJ will think of a suitable punishment once we get home.”    

She can’t ignore the tingle down her spine when she hears the way Emily tries to muffle a moan.    

*   

JJ and Emily get home earlier than Aaron that day and JJ plans to take full advantage of that fact. She hasn’t stopped touching Emily since they got in the car, let her hand linger on her thigh or tangled in her hair, drew her nails up and down her arm. Emily was always so receptive, breathy sighs and low moans, pale skin flushed as her eyes pleaded for more. 

“Get the strap.” JJ orders and she sees the way Emily tries to hide her excitement and she smirks. She gets undressed while waiting for her girlfriend to find the harness and dildo and watches in amusement as Emily tries handing them to her. 

“Get naked and put it on.” She almost chuckles at the way Emily’s eyebrows rise high on her forehead. Emily almost never wore the strap, but JJ had plans.  

“Why?” She asked and JJ grabbed her jaw with just enough pressure for it to hurt. 

“Because I’m telling you to. Because you clearly think that misbehaving is the way to get you what you want.” She tightens her grip and Emily hisses at the pain. “And because I fucking said so.” She all but spat the words in her girlfriends’ face, she didn’t let go until she was nodding in her hold and JJ pressed a kiss to her lips. When they broke apart Emily’s eyes were hooded, her tongue sneaking out to lick her bottom lip and taste JJ.

She watched as Emily undressed, a look of uncertainness on her face and JJ couldn’t help the low hum of amusement. She let her gaze follow the harness up smooth thighs, lingered on the fake cock bouncing between Emily’s legs as she walked slowly towards the bed.

“Lay down.” JJ instructed while pulling out the leather cuffs and then straddled her girlfriend’s waist. She smiled when her center pressed against Emily’s stomach, the brunette clearly feeling the wetness on her skin and she whimpered. She fastened her wrists in each cuff, spreading them wide apart before moving off the bed again to take in the vision of Emily tied down with a look close to desperate on her face.

“Baby-” She started as she watched the blonde at the end of the bed. “I need you.”

JJ scoffed, the sound sarcastic as it fell from her lips.

“This isn’t about you.” She said and Emily slumped slightly. “You’ve been greedy, we have treated you too good.” She moved around the room, grabbed lube and then climbed back on the bed. “So until Aaron comes home, you will lie here and you will let me use that gorgeous body of yours until I’ve had my fill. You will be quiet, you won’t touch, you’ll be good, for once in your life.” JJ gently caressed a flushed cheek, then leaned down to let her lips graze Emily’s. “Is that clear?”

“Yes.” She breathed, her entire body already hot, arousal pulsing between her legs but she resisted pushing her legs together to relieve some of the ache. She moaned quietly when JJ kissed her, opened her lips to an insistent tongue and when she pulled away, Emily almost whimpered at the loss. She watched as JJ smeared the lube on the fake cock, her eyes zeroed in on the way it looked huge as the blonde straddled it.

JJ slowly sunk down on the toy, let her body get used to the delicious stretch. She moaned, her eyes closing as she settled over her girlfriend, a lazy smile on her face as she did.

“Fuck, that feels good.” She whispered and Emily bit her bottom lip in response. She started to roll her hips, then lifted herself up and down and when she moaned louder Emily’s hands balled into fists. JJ knew that this was torture for her, that Emily loved to touch, loved to bring her pleasure. She was watching JJ with pleading eyes, the brown orbs so dark, pupils blown wide and it only made her move her hips faster.

Emily couldn’t keep her eyes off JJ, from the way blue eyes rolled back, to the parted lips, watched how her thighs tensed with each movement, how her abs clenched as she rode her faster. She could feel the need to touch only grow, wanted to wrap her lips around pink nipples and grab onto blonde hair and feel the way she would clench around her fingers.

She was moving faster, hips twitching as the pleasure built inside of her. She rubbed her clit and shuddered as her head fell back.

“You’re such a good toy for me to use.” She panted and Emily buckled up in return, clearly trying to get some relief on her clit. “So good for me.” She rubbed her clit faster as her hips grinded onto the toy.

“Fuck!” Emily moaned before she could stop, the base of the dildo pressed right against her clit with each movement of JJ’s hips.

If she hadn’t been so close she would have stopped, would have stuffed something in Emily’s mouth as a reminder to keep quiet, but she could feel her orgasm building and her need for release was bigger than her need to punish. She leaned over her girlfriend, steadying herself with one hand next to Emily’s head as she continued to ride the dildo, blue eyes locked on brown.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” She gasped as Emily whimpered. “You look so pretty when you’re this desperate.” The cuffs rattled against the headboard and JJ felt Emily push up against her again and it was the last push she needed to crash into an intense blur of pleasure. Her body trembled as her hips jerked desperately against Emily. She gasped, her forehead landing on Emily’s shoulder as she let her orgasm wash through her until all that was left was the subtle quivers. She let herself relax for a little bit and only sat up when Emily squirmed slightly.

“JJ, please.” Her voice was thick with want and JJ lifted her head with a grin on her face.

“I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to make me come again.” She chuckled when Emily nodded quickly and then carefully sat up again, then moved off the toy. The silicone was covered in her slick and Emily’s eyes widened at the sight. JJ unclasped the cuffs, a small reward for her and then removed the harness before settling above Emily’s face.

She was quick to wrap her arms around JJ’s strong thighs, let her hands trail up and down smooth skin and sighed happily at finally getting to touch her. When she tasted JJ’s arousal she moaned, the sound muffled as she settled above her. Her tongue moved through slick folds, dipped inside of her and JJ gasped, her hips slowly rocking against her tongue.

She sucked her clit, kept JJ against her with a firm hold around her thighs. She wanted her to come on her tongue and she didn’t let up until JJ was grinding onto her face.

Sometimes it amazed JJ how quickly Emily could make her come, but only a few minutes later she was moaning and gasping. She fell forward as she came, Emily’s tongue insistent on her clit, drawing out the pleasure for as long as possible.

Emily didn’t stop licking and sucking on her clit until JJ had relaxed, only then she dipped her tongue inside of her, still feeling the way her pussy was clenching.

“Good girl.” JJ moaned and sat up again. She could see Emily slick on her thighs and she smirked to herself. “Again.”

Emily whimpered, her brain hazy from arousal, her clit aching and pulsing. JJ still hadn’t touched her and she was going insane. But she loved bringing both her lovers pleasure, so she happily pushed her tongue deeper inside of JJ, a low whimper escaping at the heat of her. She alternated licking over her clit and dipping her tongue inside of her and JJ’s moans slowly got breather and louder.

“Just like that.” JJ whispered, her eyes closing at the pleasure her girlfriend was causing as she built her up again. When she opened them only a few moments later, Aaron was standing in the doorway, watching them with a smirk.

“Somone’s been having fun I see.” He said, eyes moving from the harness on the floor to JJ’s flushed face. He walked across the room and JJ leaned forward, supporting herself on Emily’s hips as Aaron leaned down to kiss her. His hands were warm as he trailed them down her body, fingers rough when he tweaked her nipples, earning a gasp from her.

“Is she making you feel good?” Aaron could see the pleasure on her body, could tell that she was close to coming and JJ nodded.

“She’s so good with her mouth.” JJ’s eyes rolled back when Emily sucked her clit hard.

“I know she is.” Aaron cooed as he started to undress. “How many times has she made you come?”

“Twice.”

“But almost three times now.” He smirked as JJ’s body started to tense. “How many times has Emily come?”

“None.” JJ forced out, barely able to listen to his dark voice as she got closer. “She hasn’t earned it.”

Aaron chuckled as he pulled off his boxers. He was already hard just from watching them, his hand fisting his cock and slowly rubbing it.

“She must be desperate by now.” He kneeled on the bed and JJ forced herself not to come just at the sight of him in front of her. “Show me how we she is.”

She pulled Emily’s thighs wide apart and she felt the moan vibrate against her clit. Emily hated when they talked about her like she wasn’t there and they knew it, they also knew that it only made her wetter.

“My my…” Aaron’s smirk was dark when he saw just how wet she was. He climbed closer to them, settled between Emily’s thighs and let his cock fall onto her clit. “What are we going to do to you?”

“Fuck, fuck-” JJ’s desperate moans caused him to look up and he grabbed her blonde hair in a tight fist.

“Come on, let go and come on her tongue.” He kept his hold on her hair as JJ came with a strangled groan. Her eyes closed tight as her hips buckled and then Aaron kissed her, swallowing up her moan.

“That’s my girl.” He mumbled against her lips, only letting her fall to the side of Emily’s body after she had stopped trembling. He watched fondly as JJ laid down beside Emily, her breathing still heavy and eyes glazed over. Then he looked at Emily, who was licking her lips, obviously still tasting JJ on them. She was panting too, her body covered in sweat.

“Gorgeous, both of you.” He mumbled and grabbed the base of his cock. He slapped the tip of it against Emily clit and she jerked with a breathy whine.

“Please, please touch me.” She pleaded and he chuckled.

“Look at you, even begging for it. Looks like JJ has done a good job putting you in your place.” He slapped his cock against her swollen clit again, the sound obscene. “Put on the harness, baby.”

JJ smiled widened and she moved from the bed, quickly adjusting the harness and getting back on the bed. She was tired, her body sated from the orgasms she’d already had, she knew that Aaron could tell as he kept slapping his cock against Emily who’s whimpers only got louder and breathier.

“Lay back, you deserve the rest.” He winked at her and bit back a smile as she laid back beside Emily who was fisting the bedding to keep from reaching out or taking matters into her own hands.

“Aaron, ah-” Whatever Emily was going to say died on her lips when Aaron suddenly slapped his hand on her clit and her thighs closed automatically.

“While I do think it would be fun watching you come just like this, I want your ass tonight.” Aaron mused casually, ignoring that Emily was grinding into his hand until he slapped it again, the sound loud as Emily let out a sound somewhere stuck between pain and pleasure. “Ride her, show us how much you need it.” With those words, he moved back enough for Emily to scramble to her hands and knees, and easily straddled JJ’s slim hips.

JJ’s hand rested on Emily’s thighs as she sat down fully, taking the entire dildo in one smooth thrust.

“You didn’t even need lube.” She smirked at the gasp that fell from Emily’s lips as she started to move. She pushed her hips up, earning a loud moan from her girlfriend as she found a pace. But she didn’t get to enjoy the sight for long, soon enough Aaron was behind them, pushing Emily down until she was laying down flat against JJ.

JJ kept her eyes on Emily’s face as Aaron slowly pushed inside her ass, she loved the look of somewhat pained pleasure on her face, loved when Emily took both of them and she knew that they did too.

“Oh my God…” Emily sucked in a breath and burrowed her face in JJ’s neck as she adjusted. Aaron was stroking calming hands over her ribs and back, JJ was holding her thighs as they gave her a few moments. “Move, please move.” She panted and Aaron was the first to pull out, setting the pace as he fucked into her with a growl.

“Perfect, my perfect girls.” He caught JJ’s eye over Emily’s shoulder and smirked at the way her mouth had fallen open. He thrusted harder and both women moaned as Emily was pushed down on the dildo that pressed against JJ’s clit.

They found a rhythm, Aaron fucking into Emily and JJ weakly pushing up against her, too tired to do much else, but it was more than enough. Emily was moaning and groaning, her senses overwhelmed from being denied for so long to feeling everything. She bit down on JJ’s shoulder, knew that she was bruising her skin but didn’t care. She was already close to the edge, getting there quickly to no one’s surprise.

“You can come.” Aaron grunted behind her before she even had the chance to ask. His lips were hot against her ear, his stubble rough against her and it was perfect. She tried moving between them, her hips jerking as she got closer and closer, until finally she came with a scream.

JJ gasped when Emily tensed above her, felt her body tremble as she came with her and Aaron’s name on her tongue. She caught Aaron’s satisfied grin as he peppered kisses along Emily’s shoulder and neck, not stopping his heavy thrusting until Emily was coming down with heavy breaths.

“JJ,” He said as he moved higher on his knees and she looked up at him with wide eyes. “Do you want to watch for a bit, rest?”

“Yes, please.” She loved watching her lovers together, loved that Aaron knew that.

Emily whined when Aaron slipped out of her, his hands warm as he helped her off JJ’s lap and onto her back again. She reached out to hold JJ’s hand just as Aaron pushed back inside her ass and her eyes closed in pleasure.

“Look at me.” Aaron mumbled and two sets of eyes looked up at him. “You can touch her freely.” He said to JJ who rolled onto her side, pressing against Emily’s body and letting go of her hand. “And you can come as much as you want to.” He looked to Emily who smiled gratefully at him. He loved to bring them both over the edge as many times as possible, but giving either of them free range like this was unusual.

Emily’s train of thought came to and end when JJ’s fingers pressed inside of her, the palm of her hand grinding against her clit just as Aaron started to thrust harder inside of her, making her bite her lip to keep from screaming out too loudly.

“She’s already clenching.” JJ said in awe, she loved that Emily always came so easily for them.

“You wound her up good, baby.” Aaron told her through slightly labored breathing. He moved to grab Emily’s hips in a tight grip, leaving new bruises over old ones as he thrust as hard as he could. He had been longing for them for hours so he knew he wouldn’t last long.

“Fuck I love watching you.” JJ whimpered as she looked between Aaron’s strong body and Emily’s trembling one. “You’re so close, again.”

“Yes, yes fuck yes.” Emily pulled JJ down for a rough kiss, her soft lips muffling the needy moans. When they broke apart she looked up at Aaron. “Kiss me?”

Aaron smiled at the simple request, that in a moment that was anything but tender, Emily would crave something so simple as a kiss. He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers, a low groan rumbling in his chest when JJ’s nails scratched through his hair and keeping him against Emily.

“Come again, sweetheart.” He mumbled when they broke apart and he was back to kneeling between her legs. Her ass clenched around him hard and JJ’s hand moved faster and Emily wouldn’t have been able to hold back even if she tried to. She came again with a cry of pleasure, her back arching and eyes closed tight as she gave in to the pleasure.

“That’s it, that’s it honey.” JJ mumbled against her ear, her hand slowing but not stopping as Aaron continued to fuck into her. She could feel his cock, could feel Emily’s clamping walls and she felt a rush of arousal settle between her legs.

They didn’t stop, Emily coming two more times until Aaron was grunting his pleasure against JJ’s lips as he spurted inside Emily. They were a mess of sweaty limbs and harsh breaths and pleasured daze as they laid tangled on the bed after.

“How about we shower, and then we’re doing that again?” Aaron smiled as JJ nodded on his left and Emily hummed happily on his right.

It was strange, how time could change everything but JJ had never been happier that it had.

[donnydamakkk]

i don’t mind fics where jj is a bottom perse cus i perceive her as a switch. im jus bothered by how difficult it is to find her as a top

[sundrop-writes]

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[jenniferjareauwife]

hi hi i love ur writing sm😇do you think we could get an imagine where jj and r have an established relationship, and somebody (an officer wherever they are for the case or smth) is flirting with r but she’s oblivious, and jj gets a little anxious. then r has to reassure jj, and maybe you could add just a smidge of angst before that and have jj ignore r and r doesn’t realise why until jj brings it up. also if you’re comfortable w it you could add some smut at the end, preferably w some body worship (jj receiving) thank you sm🙏🏻🙏🏻

He Was Flirting?

pairing: jennifer jareau x reader

category: slight angst, smut

warnings: smut, scissoring r & jj, body worship jj, switch jj & r

word count: 988

summary: you're on a case and an officer is flirting with you, your girlfriend notices but you don't when leads to the silent treatment and some sexy time 😏

JJ, Officer Hicks and I walked through Boston's Back Bay, observing the nearest crime scene. The victims all had y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes, same height and my age exactly. It kind of freaked me out a little bit but I knew I wasn't in trouble. No one would mess with an FBI Agent and anyone who knew Ms. Jennifer Jareau would not want to mess with her girlfriend.

"Pretty girls like you better stay safe around here." Officer Hicks said, both hands on his waist as he looked at me with a small smile. I just gave him a small nod, feeling a bit creeped out about the crime scene.

We got back to the station 20 minutes later and I went to the break room for a coffee, hoping to spend some time with JJ after this tiring day. I walked up to her to go talk to her but as soon as I opened my mouth she pushed past me and walked away. Oh. That sting a bit. I turned around to follow her but was stopped by Hicks when he walked into the break room. "Hey hon." He said with his lopsided smile.

"Hi." I looked over his shoulder at JJ who looked completely pissed off. "Hey do you um-"

"You should smile more. It looks good on you." I nodded. I didn't really smile a lot and it was something my friends always told me to do so I took it lightheartedly.

"Thanks." I froze as JJ and I made eye contact. She looked like she was seething with anger. I turned to Hicks and gave him a smile, trying not to to look anxious.

"Sorry to interrupt. Agent Y/l/n and I have to get going." She grabbed my hand with an iron grip. "Come on babe let's go." She kissed me passionately on the lips, making Hicks's jaw drop. Once she pulled away I was left speechless, feeling a familiar heat burn in my lower belly.

"Yeah...yeah let's go." I agreed, letting her drag me out of the station.

Once we got back to the hotel room she was all over me. Her hands were on my ass and her lips were attacking my neck, leaving hickeys and marks everywhere she could reach. "Jayje...JJ." I pushed her away slightly, wanting to see her face. She looked down at me with lustful eyes while gnawing on her bottom lip. "I wanna see you."

"You've gotta earn it after flirting with Hicks sweetheart." She pushed me down onto the bed, making me whine.

"What...what? I wasn't flirting...was that flirting?" I was panicking right now, was she mad at me?

"That was most definitely flirting." Her eyes had a hard look to them again. "Don't try to get yourself out of this."

"I'm not trying to get out of anything just please...please." I tugged at the collar of her shirt, wanting to kiss her all over. "JJ please." I pulled her down on top of me and pulled off her shirt quickly so she couldn't protest. My eyes widened once I saw the swells of her breasts. She didn't protest when I unclasped her bra so I took that as a sign to flip her over, kissing ever inch of her skin that I could reach.

I cupped her breasts in my hands and moaned against her skin as I started to rock against hers, our clits bumping against each other. "JJ...JJ fuck you're so pretty." I couldn't get enough of her, just wanting her to know how pretty she was. I looked up at her though my lustful eyes and saw her blush. "I love you so much. You're so pretty- fuck." My eyes rolled to the back of my head as my hips bucked forward.

"You look so hot on top of me like this." She said with a soft laugh, reminding me of her dominance over me. I kept grinding against her and leaving kisses all over her body. She deserved it, she was so beautiful.

She gripped my waist in a bruising grip so I kept my pace. I could tell she was reaching her high, the way her muscles twitched under my lips. I could get off on her cumming, she just looked so fucking hot while doing it and I never hesitated to tell her that. "Fuck...fuck JJ I'm gonna cum."

"Me too baby." She held me close to her as I left sloppy kisses over her breasts. I kept my body as close to hers as possible, just wanting her to feel how much I loved her. "Y/n...y/n I'm coming!" I lifted my head up so I could kiss her as she rode out her orgasm. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I climaxed, kissing all over her face and neck, not caring where I kissed just caring that I was kissing her.

"I love you I love you I love you." I chanted, pulling away once I got too sensitive. I left sloppy kisses along her jaw before dropping my head to her shoulder.

"You ok?" She panted, dragging her fingertips over my back. I gave her a small nod and snuggled up close to her.

"I'm sorry for flirting with him...I didn't know." I whispered, tracing shapes on her belly. I felt her inhale and exhale sharply, trying to get the air back in her lungs. "I really love you...and I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize...I'm sorry for getting jealous. You weren't even flirting, it was just him."

"I didn't like the silent treatment." I told her quietly. I felt her chest cave in a bit.

"I'm sorry honey. I won't do it again, ok? I really should've communicated with you better. I'm really sorry."

"It's ok." I kissed her stomach. "I love you so much." I mumbled against her skin thinking maybe she would absorb it. It was silly but I wanted her to know how loved she was.

"I love you more baby."

[marasmadness]

Can you write BDSM dark!Jennifer Jareau x Reader who is a college student and they meet like randomly. Reader has a heart of gold and can’t see jjs dark side. And JJ js like obsessed with her.

“When you look at me like that, my darling, what did you expect?” || Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

CW: slight age gap (college sophomore reader x TA JJ), obsession, stalker behavior, smoking and drinking, possessive behavior, smoking & drinking, jealousy, smut, hair pulling, begging, degradation, she’s kind of mean ngl, ahem anyways …

"If anyone would like extra review for the final exam, JJ will be available during office hours this week to offer any assistance you might need,” your forensics teacher announced to the room, pointing to the graduate student acting as his TA for the semester. You had gotten to know her a bit and frequently spent office hours with her that started out as going over work but often drifted into gossip or other unrelated discussions. She typically wore her long blonde hair in a loose braid that fell down her back. You admired her intelligence greatly. Her ability to analyze communication and media publications, part of her specialty, was enticing to watch.

Many of the students in the class were already filtering their way out of the lecture hall, ready to crash after their last class of the day. You lingered for a moment so you could scribble down the times you could go find JJ later before eventually running out. J.J. caught your eye as you approached the door. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but her lips drew up into a smile, and she curled her fingers with a wave in your direction. You waved back quickly, watching her cross her arms over her chest as you left.

On your way back to the dorms, you flipped your hand over to see the times scrawled in pen on your skin. You figured it would be nice to see her as soon as possible and wanted to make it to her first available time. That gave you enough time to race back to your room, switch out your supplies, and maybe take a breath for a few moments.

You popped into your room, sharing a brief small talk with your roommate, who was on her way out to the library, but you were back out again as fast as you were in. JJ could always be found in the office of the professor she worked under. She had held many roles under his authority and not only depended on her but trusted her as well, so at this point, a part of the workload and part of the office basically belonged to her.

When you got there, the door was only up a crack, so you knocked and tentatively peeked your head in. JJ looked up from the pile of papers she was grading at her small desk in the corner and swiped her fallen bangs out of her face. "Hey hon, came just for me?” She teased, setting aside her papers as she turned her full attention to you.

You laughed, setting your notes down and pulling up a chair across from her. Before you could sit down, she dragged the chair onto her side of the desk, patting the seat. "Here, just so I don’t have to read your notes upside down. She smiled innocently, waiting for you to take your place beside her. Once you had settled yourself, you flipped through the pages of analysis and calculations in front of you, running your finger across the blue ink as you explained yourself. JJ occasionally leaned over to stop you, correcting a small error or elaborating on a concept you didn’t entirely understand beyond the basics of it. When she did, she rested her hand on your lower back, and she leaned in close enough that you inhaled the subtle scent of her vanilla perfume. You found it harder to focus under her touch but thought little of it.

Your phone kept buzzing on the table, and you were quick to flip it over, typing out a quick response. JJ silently grew annoyed. After a few too many messages shot back and forth, her eyebrows furrowed, and she poked around for information. "Who needs to get in touch with you that badly?” She spoke dryly but quickly laughed it off.

"Oh, sorry, I’m just looking for an apartment for next year. I’m going to check out an apartment with a friend later."You trailed off as you squinted at your screen before setting it down and refocusing your attention on JJ.

JJ sat tensely on the desk in front of you. Her face was in its usual soft and charming smile, which kept you distracted from any other of her mannerisms. While she was adept at detecting others' slight movements and tells, she was also scarily good at covering her own. “Which friend?”

“ Lola.”

JJ’s face soured at the name. There had been the slightest bit of shared feelings between you and Lola earlier in the year, but aside from a single night with "no strings attached,” nothing had happened. Whatever could’ve happened between the two of you evaporated, and you remained distant friends—that is, until you ran into her getting coffee and she discovered that you were also looking for an apartment. She suggested that the two of you look for one together; you had already been roommates freshman year, and it would be worth it to split the rent. JJ had been the one you discussed your fleeting on and off feelings with, always being an attentive listener, but JJ didn’t like her. She didn’t tell you that, but she was also far from gushing over her that you kind of got the hint.

"Oh, well, if a place is all you need, baby, then you could stay with me. My roommate is finishing her master’s this semester, and I’ll have an empty room,” JJ suggested, eager to interrupt the idea of you and Lola living together.

You didn’t think she was serious at first. She was at a much different place in her life, getting ready to head into the FBI while you weren’t even sure what you wanted to do yet. She was like a mentor to you. She had always been supportive and became a great confidante. Maybe you would be better off with her than Lola. Why would JJ suggest it if it wasn't a good plan? "That's sweet. I’m still going to go check out the place with her tonight, but if anything falls through, I’ll consider it."

JJ watched you attentively, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth as you packed up your things. Your phone kept buzzing on the desk, and she grew subtly more frantic as you were getting closer to leaving. "Hey, would you mind grabbing my phone? It’s under the papers on that filing cabinet.” She pointed across the room while her other hand drifted to her back pocket. You turned around and started digging through the stacked papers she had directed you to. JJ smoothly pulled out her phone from where she had felt its weight in her back pocket the entire time you had been here and snapped a photo of the two addresses appearing on your home screen from Lola. Knowing you would quickly turn around without her phone, she stood up quickly out of her chair that had been squeaky all semester and dropped her phone under her desk.

You turned around, ready to tell her that you didn’t see it, but she was already crouched on the ground, plucking it up off the floor underneath her desk. "Nevermind, I found it. I must have dropped it.” She smiled vacuously, in a way that only fooled strangers, unaware of her intelligence.

"Oh, good! Thank you so much for your help. I’ll see you in class Friday.” You waved on your way out as JJ called out a goodbye while crossing her legs and rocking slightly in her chair. As soon as the door closed with a click, her face fell into a look of cold determination, and she switched taps on her laptop. Typing in the address, her lips curled upward at the information she found. It was a fairly new apartment complex, right outside the school’s campus, meaning there would be plenty of showings going on and people in and out all day long.

She put the address into her phone and parked at the convenience store next door. It was surprisingly easy to slip into a side door that was left open for construction workers working on the other half of the building. She had been fully prepared to go in, flirt with whoever would fall for it in the lobby, and hope it worked out.

Afraid of being stuck in an elevator with someone who might catch on to the fact that she wasn’t supposed to be here, she opted to take the stairs up to the third floor. She found that apartment number that you’d be touring in half an hour and passed it, slipping into the empty one next door. As she passed other rooms, she was relieved to see that other apartments in the hallway were already occupied by residents. Her plan instantly became more believable.

She shut the door behind her, surveying the room. The heels of her boots clicked across the wooden floors, echoing in the unfurnished place. Walking up the thin wall that would soon separate you, she placed her hand up to it. Knocking raptly, she smiled when she heard the echo on the other side. JJ had heard every step and creak from her neighbors in her first apartment. The echo guaranteed that you would experience the same when you arrived with Lola. Even the thought of the girl left a sour taste in JJ’s mouth, causing her to grit her teeth.

Sliding down the wall, she sat beside the vent. Digging through her purse, she picked out a pack of cigarettes and a small red lighter. She wasn’t a frequent smoker but had a history of using one or two when her emotions overwhelmed her to the point where they made her sick to the stomach; Or, in this case, they were simply convenient. A lot of her plan relied on small details working in her favor. Since she arrived, every time part of her plan was reassured, her body relaxed with an increase in confidence. The second she approached the wall, she recognized the smell of new paint. The walls of the room she was in were dusty in beige paint, along with visible chips and dents. It was not newly painted, but a newer room just about to be shown to potential clients? Would be. Sound and scent both went through the walls. It was all she needed.

She occasionally heard footsteps pass and then fade away, but nobody bothered to stick their heads into a room that was supposed to be empty. She dully entertained herself by watching the clouds of smoke that left her lips. She had always paid close attention to every personal detail that had left your mouth, including your subtle complaints about everything smelling of smoke when you had been sharing a room with Lola.

Her attention peaked when she heard a trio of footsteps and two familiar voices outside the door. She quickly pushed herself up off the floor, rolling her eyes at the sound of Lola’s raspy voice, followed by your laughter. Wandering into the small kitchen area, she boosted herself up onto the counter and placed her phone against the wall. She hit play, sending music blasting from her so loudly that it vibrated against the wall. A grin flashed across her face at the grating sound. She had picked a playlist of music she hadn’t listened to since she was seventeen and very angry.

She lingered in the place for about fifteen minutes and could hear you and Lola being shown around the place, but not well enough to comprehend what anyone was saying. She could follow your voices, knowing when you got closer to the door. Her hope peaked at the quickness with which you were in and out of the apartment, under the assumption that you had disliked it. She waited five minutes after hearing you leave to exit out of the building the exact way she had entered, grinning to herself as she drove off to the next address she had plucked off your phone.

Her eyes darted to the short black dress hanging in the back of her car that she could see in the rearview mirror. She had become an expert at changing and getting ready in the back of her car ever since her recent internships with the BAU. Once she had changed out of a crewneck and pair of sweatpants and fixed her hair, she moved her car into a corner parking spot behind the bar, just in case you recognized her car right away. She wanted your interaction to seem more accidental.

Sure enough, when you entered the dimly lit bar moments later with Lola by your side, you backtracked at the sight of familiar blonde hair. You approached JJ tentatively, still unsure if it was her, where she was ordering a drink with her back turned to you. “JJ?”

She turned around, her face breaking out in calculated excitement. “Hi! What are you doing here? How’d the apartment thing go?” She started firing off questions, inviting you to sit on the stool next to her while also ignoring Lola’s existence.

“We decided to stop for drinks after. It didn’t go so well. The place felt unwelcoming. You could hear everything from loud neighbors, and the rooms had a weird smell."

She pretended to act both surprised and disappointed at this information, all while buying you a drink. “Aw, I’m sorry, hon. Well, like I said, my offer still stands."

You were much more willing to consider the idea now that your first place wasn’t looking as good as it seemed. At this point, Lola, who was tired of being in the background, crossed the room to accept a drink offer from a guy who had been staring at her since she had walked in. You decided to stay with JJ.

She thanked the bartender, who handed two glasses across the counter and then slid one over to you. You felt a bit more nervous sitting across from her than usual. She was much more intimidating in this setting than when she was happily helping you out in the corner of a classroom.

She wore a simple black dress, elevated with gold jewelry that fell against her ample cleavage. She also had rings to match on both hands that glinted under the hanging yellow lights as she gripped her glass. A smoky eye shadow was brushed over her lids, accentuating her bright blue eyes. She swirled the drink in front of her, watching ice cubes clink against the sides before she took a sip.

You sat talking for some time, not much differently than you usually did, but eventually her demeanor changed. She pivoted around on her stool so that her knees rested outside of your legs and leaned in closer to talk to you. Occasionally, her hands left the countertop to brush against your thigh, but she didn’t draw attention to it. You frowned as her eyes suddenly darkened at something over your shoulder and turned to find Lola sauntering back over with the same main from earlier wrapped around her arm.

"Hey babes, I’m leaving, would you be okay finding a ride?” Lola leaned in so that you could hear her over the overlapping chatter, and she seemed to be begging you to say yes with her eyes. Before you could reply, JJ volunteered without hesitation.

"I'll take her; you can leave.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she turned back towards you, waiting for Lola to leave. Lola had sensed the blonde’s dislike of her since they first met and was eager to get away from her, so she quickly turned around and headed toward the door without another word to you.

You and JJ remained in your corner of the bar, gradually becoming more rowdy with a second round of drinks, and JJ’s hands spent more time on your body. As promised, when you were ready to head out, JJ shielded you through the crowds of people until you slipped into the brisk air. She ran her warm hands up and down your arms, erasing the goosebumps that had risen from the cold. She mumbled something about her car being parked around the back and steered you around the corner of the building. Her jacket was draped over her arm, and she unfolded it, setting it across your shoulders. You were too unfocused, climbing into the passenger's seat of the car, to notice the unfamiliar scent of clothes that lingered on her clothes. JJ hovered over the car door, shielding your head from hitting the roof with her hand as you climbed. She shut the door behind you, walking around to the driver’s side. “Are you on Lotus Ave?” She asked, looking over at you as she pulled out of the parking lot.

"Ugh, yes,” you groaned, dropping your head back against the seat with the realization that your place was 30 minutes across town. You were used to being in places within walking distance, but you had followed Lola to this bar since you were already out of the apartment anyway.

JJ laughed at your disappointment. "Well, I’m 2 blocks away if you want to just spend the night, and I’ll drive you back in the morning. Maybe stop for breakfast,’ she suggested casually, gripping the wheel.

That didn’t sound terrible. Crashing in her apartment sounded like a much more comforting idea than a longer car ride in the dark and having to deal with whoever you might run into on your way back up to your dorm. "Actually, that sounds nice,” you said softly, and JJ quickly rerouted, turning onto her street.

Leading you upstairs, she dug around for a minute to find her keys and unlock the door. You shrugged off her jacket, handing it back to her with thanks, and she hung it up by the door. You both immediately crashed on the couch with sighs, kicking your shoes. Lola texted you to double check that you were alright, and JJ’s face hardened as you picked up your phone.

The wall that she had so carefully built up over the years to hide her true emotions fell, and impulsivity overwhelmed her. You were startled as she snatched the phone out of your hand, tossing it on the coffee table. “ Hey!” Before you could finish, her lips were on yours, and you happily sank into the kiss. "JJ,” you said, out of breath and shock.

She tilted her head, pressing her lips harshly against your neck and below your ear. Her mouth left a trail of soft purple marks and smeared lipstick posessively across your skin. “God, I’ve been so patient... waiting for you to get over those stupid little sluts, hoping you’d realize that I could treat you so, so much better.” Her voice had dropped into a raspier, coarser octave that made your stomach flip, but you were enjoying her touch too much to interrupt her. "That was silly of me, I should’ve known you would’ve needed to show you that, and now I can.” She straddled your waist, putting pressure on your shoulders so that you’d lay back underneath her. Her fingertips ghosted against your collarbone as she tugged the sleeves of your shirt over your shoulders.

Having such an ethereal, powerful woman loom over you left you breathless for a moment. "You've thought about this before tonight? Tell me how.” Your lips quirked up into a smile as you looked up at her.

Her eyes roamed across your body as she formed her words. "I've thought about those days that you sat between my legs in the office, oblivious to everything. And how I would’ve liked to wrap your hair around my hand and bend you over my desk, fucking you senseless until my name is the only word that's falling from your lips over and over again. I’ve imagined leaving marks all over your skin, in hopes that it will be a reminder that I’m the only one who gets to touch you,’ she had leaned in over you, her breasts pressed against you as she spoke into your ear, causing your breath to hiccup.

She pinched your chin between two fingers, running her thumb across your bottom lip. "Prove it” fell from your lips, barely above a whisper, and flipped a switch in JJ, entirely spurring her on.

In seconds, she had yanked off your clothes, dropping them to the floor. Roughly flipping you over, she pressed your face down into the pillow, silencing your gasps. "Don't move,” she commanded. You heard her cross the room and quickly return.

Positioning your body how she wanted it, her hands gripped your hips roughly, pulling them up. She dragged her nails up your spine and laughed menacingly as you yelped when she grabbed your hair. Your entire body tensed, back arching, as the tip of her strap brushed against your ass before teasingly sliding down across your folds.

Tugging your hair, she yanked your head closer to her. "Be as loud as you want, baby. It’s a shame nobody can hear you through these walls. I’d love for them to know how easy it is to get you begging for my cock,’ she chuckled, before unexpectedly and roughly thrusting into your cunt. She kept a tight grip on your hips, holding you up against her so that she could hit deeper inside of you and elicit more moans that you attempted to muffle into the pillow in front of you.

You bit down on your tongue in an attempt to be quiet, the noise she was getting from you was almost embarrassing, and tears formed in the corner of your eyes. JJ leaned down, swiping the drop off your cheek with her finger, a contrastingly gentle action. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

Your nails dug into the cushion in front of you, and your thighs clenched as you neared an orgasm. "Fuck JJ,’ you panted as flashes interrupted your vision.

Her response came back cold and unaffected. "Beg me, beg me to let you come,’ she demanded, rhythmically continuing the thrusts of her hips. You were hesitant to ask for such a thing, let alone beg for it, to give her permission and control over your entire body. One hand drifted up to your chest, and she pinched your nipple, rolling it between the pads of her fingers. The stimulation was not helping your resistance, and a whimper escaped you.

Please, I need you to let me come. I’ll do anything, please please,” You started rambling mindlessly, desperate to do anything as long as you could finish this orgasm.

JJ smiled at your instant obedience and was satisfied. Her hand snaked around your body and between your legs. A shaky scream erupted from your throat as she curled two fingers against your clit. You quickly fell over the edge. Your vision danced in and out as you orgasmed, and your legs quivered, eventually giving out. You came on JJ’s pink strap and fingers. She slowly removed herself from inside you and brought her fingers to your mouth. Forcing your lips apart, she pressed two fingers to your tongue. You closed your lips around them, and her eyes glinted as you sucked them clean. “Good girl.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder, smiling as if she were victorious.

The rest of the night was a blur. You were exhausted. You briefly remembered an attempt to clean yourself up with JJ’s help but ended up falling asleep right where you were. JJ, much more alert than you, was also schemingly the first to wake up the next morning when your phone rang. Her eyes darted to you, relieved to find that you were still sprawled across her bed, where she had carried you, and you fell dead asleep in the living room. She was relieved to find your eyes still closed, fluttering with dreams. Reaching for your phone, she had no hesitation about picking it up. "Hello,” she answered softly.

"Hi Y/N, this is Elise from yesterday. I’m calling back about the apartment, room 505?”

"Oh yes, of course. Thank you so much. Actually, Elise, about that..."

[prentisssgf]

| we were happy

| criminal minds

| emily prentiss x reader (OC)

| SUPER angsty !!!

| 1993 words

From the second you heard the word "she's dead" come out of your boss's mouth, your world fell upside down.

You needed to be mad at someone for not making her survive, realistically, you knew you couldn't be mad at your dead girlfriend and you couldn't really be at yourself because of the emotional toll it would take on yourself.

Jennifer Jareau and Aaron Hotchner, those are the two people who you were going to be angry at, you lasted three days of not talking to JJ before she pulled you aside.

"Talk to me" she said sternly, taking the coffee you were making out of your hands, you really didn't want to have this conversation in the middle of the BAU and with everyone around you.

"No" you replied indignantly, snatching the cup back and leaning over the counter to get the coffee creamer.

"No?" she questioned, you didn't answer, it was a snarky comment and she knew it, you just shook your head and walked away, she scoffed and grabbed your worst to stop you "what the hell is your problem Chloe"

"Drop it" you sighed

"Not until you tell me what is going on with you"

"Let me go" you warned loudly

"Not until you tell me what the fuck your problem is, you haven't talked to me in three days" she raised her voice

Taking aback by the way she talked to you, you stepped back "it's you" you whispered.

"What?" she scoffed.

"You're the problem JJ" your voice wavered "you were the last person on the team to see Emily - my Emily - you were in the room when they-"you paused briefly, not wanting the next words to that will come out of your mouth to become real, you shook your head. "I just wish it was you on that table who died three days ago" you barged passed JJ, bumping her shoulder harshly making her coffee spill everywhere.

You walked back to your car, not even bothering to let anyone know that you were going home. The drive back was painful, no Emily tampering with the radio, no Emily stating random facts about the building on the way to and from the BAU to your apartment, no Emily interlocking your fingers and playing with them when she was either bored or nervous, no Emily smirking and hinting every time a suggestive song would come on the radio by wiggling her eyebrows and staring at your lips, no Emily laughing at something stupid someone did in the bullpen that day - presumably Spencer or Derek.

No Emily.

The minute you walked into your apartment, you walked into your shared bedroom, the now dimly lit room with a warm presence, now felt cold and angry, days earlier you woke up to your girlfriend of four years gently waking you like she did every morning, turning your alarm off and tucking your hair behind your ears and kissing your forehead which made your eyes flutter and the butterflies in your stomach more and more prevalent every time you saw Emily's face, you sobbed as you saw your unmade bed in front of you, you walked over to Emily's side of the bed and sat upright facing the door, she was always so adamant on being next to the door because even though you were both FBI agent, she loved being protective over you, but you couldn't protect her, after a while, you shut your bedroom door and locked it from the outside, leaving it exactly the way it looked when your favourite person was alive.

You pulled out the pillow and the blanket that you settled down on the couch on for the previous few days, you sat there for a while until Sergio jumped into your lap, purring either because he knew you were upset or because he missed Emily - something you both had in common, he nuzzled into your lap and let out a sad sigh "I know buddy, I miss her too, so much" you smiled gently as you petted his head, you put the TV on, switching it to a random episode of a cartoon show, you sighed as you placed Sergio next to you and picked up Emily's favourite pillow, it faintly still smelt like her so you walked into the bathroom to grab her perfume to spray some on her pillow, you almost fell asleep when you heard a knock on the door, you picked up Sergio and made your way to the door.

Hours had passed since you came home, you hadn't bothered to check your phone so you were unsure of the time, you knew that all of your team had finished and would be at home though.

"Uh hey" you smiled with a slight confusion in your voice.

"Futurama?" Derek Morgan jerked his head to the TV, you looked back at the same time he looked over your shoulder, you nodded smiling embarrassed at your TV choices "you know, Emily's always reminded me of Leela"

"Yeah?" you paused "me too" you chuckled softly "so" you let out a deep sigh as you stepped backwards, making took for him to come in "why are you here?" you questioned, intrigued at what his answer will be.

"Can I not just visit my best friend?" he teased as he raised his eyebrow, you furrowed yours and narrowed your eyes, hinting at the fact that you wanted a real explanation "JJ wanted me to check ok you" he sighed, it was your turn to raise your eyebrows "she said she would've come over but she guessed that you didn't want to talk to her and that you hate her."

"Yeah?" you asked and Derek nodded "well she guessed right"

"What even happened in there today?" he sighed

"Told her the truth" you shrugged walking to the kitchen to get you both a glass of water.

"Which was?" Derek drawled "Chloe, she cried after you left" he stood there with his mouth open, both of you unsure what to say next, pain arose in your chest and you knew how badly you had messed up.

"Derek" you paused "I have to go and apologize to her" you put the glass of water down on the counter next to you and lept to grab your coat.

"Not a good idea Chlo" he warned.

"What?" you turned around and pulled your hair out of the back of your coat.

"It's late and Henry's probably asleep" Derek suggested.

"If he's asleep then he wont know I'm there" you scoffed "either you are coming with me to JJ's house, staying here and waiting for me, or going home" you demanded.

"Fine, I'll come with you" he sighed walking directly behind you.

☆

You got to JJ's house no more than 20 minutes later, you really didn't want to do this, especially in front of Derek but you needed too, you asked Derek to wait in the car.

Your palms sweaty and your heart racing as you walked up the steps to JJ's front door.

You knocked on the door quietly, you turned around to leave but a small voice stopped you "Chloe?" she whispered.

"I-uh" you turned around to see JJ, her eyes, almost as red as yours, her hair thrown into a messy bun, a FBI jumper with  sweats on "you didn't deserve to be spoken to like that earlier, I'm really sorry Jay" you walked up to her.

"Come here" JJ sighed as she opened her arms for a hug which you gladly accepted, 5 minutes later JJ looked down at you, with soft sad eyes "do you want to come in? we could talk over some tea?"

"Um Derek is in the car waiting for me but I would've loved to-"

"I could drop you home if you wanted?" JJ smiled, you nodded slightly.

"I'll tell him" you smiled before hugging JJ again.

You explained the situation to Derek and he agreed, he said that it would be a good thing if you talked about your feelings about this with her in the comfort of it being just you two instead of in the middle of the bullpen.

"I really didn't mean it, you know?" you told JJ closing the door behind you "I just had to be mad at someone and realistically I couldn't be mad at myself or my dead girlfriend" you tried your best to make light of the situation but your emotions took over, you sat there for what almost felt like an hour just sobbing in JJ's arms, she never once let you go.

"We were happy JJ, we had talked about getting married and starting a family, I wanted that so badly" you sighed.

"I know honey I know" JJ cooed.

"I would do anything for her to be here right now" you smiled, forcing yourself to remember all the good times you had with her instead of dwelling on everything.

"Have you thought about writing letters? I mean writing things down always helps me, maybe that could work?" JJ suggested.

"I haven't thought of it" you replied looking up at her "maybe" you smiled a little, JJ got up to make tea for you both.

"Tell me about her" she smiled as she sat down and handed you your tea "not about Emily Prentiss but about your Emily, the Emily that you fell in love with"she smiled.

"The Emily I know is completely different to Emily Prentiss" you smiled, bringing the cup up to drink.

"The badass Emily Prentiss, the one who stood face to face and talked guns and deadly weapons out of the hands of serial killers is actually very afraid of spiders" JJ opened her mouth in shook and you just nodded "she's a terrible cook" you chuckled thinking back on the memory "one time she made me pizza and she burned the cheese, it was so bad that we just ordered take out instead" you laughed "let's see" you thought some more about your moments with Emily "Emily's go to karaoke song is time after time by Cindy Lauper" you smiled "her favourite film is Toy Story but she tells everyone it's the Godfather, ooh and she hates wearing her glasses but I always thought she looked really hot in them so she always used to wear them around me" you laughed, you said a couple of more things about Emily to JJ until you just fell asleep in her lap on the couch.

☆

You woke up hours later in her guest bedroom around 4:30am, you didn't want to wake anyone so you just lay there and read until the sun came up, around 7am, you went into the kitchen and made everyone breakfast as a thank you.

"What's this?" JJ questioned stretching as she walked into the kitchen.

"Breakfast" you smiled "as a thank you for letting me stay here last night" you smiled.

"Anytime" you smiled as you handed JJ her coffee.

"Chloe" Henry shouted as he saw you, he ran up to you to give you a hug, you handed him an apple juice and the toast that you made him which he was very thankful for, Will coming behind him, he greeted you and you handed him a coffee.

You didn't have a case today and it was a Saturday so JJ gave you a ride home, you made sure to thank her again and told her to thank everyone when she got home.

You decided to go to a coffee shop and a flower shop, you got some coffee and you got new flowers to freshen up your apartment, you made sure to get Emily's favourites - Purple and Pink Tulips.

When you got back you placed them on the shelf next to the framed photo of you and Emily, a photo of you and her on your 2nd anniversary sharing a bottle of wine on the beach.

A perfect place.

[five-bi-five-mind]

JJ gets a taste of what it’s like to have reader in charge(😉🌶️), and it’s safe to say that she’s kind of liking it.

Let Me Help

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!Reader

Words: 2.5k+

Genre: Smut & a bit of fluff

Summary: You always knew JJ's moods the moment she comes from home for work and you always know exactly how to fix them. This time, when JJ comes home stressed you try something knew, but you have a good feeling it's just what she needs.

Warnings: Shower sex; fingering (JJ receiving & r receiving); oral (JJ receiving); top!reader, bottom!JJ but also a switch vibe for both of them. Oh also a little bit of JJ begging ;)

A/N: So I'm not entirely sure if this is what you're looking for but this is what you all got <3 Enjoy some shameless smut!!

(gif not mine; credit to sapphicprentiss)

“Tough day?” You looked up from where you were perched on the couch. 

The answer was easy to guess. You heard the way JJ huffed the minute she closed the door behind her. Her footsteps falling heavy as she trudged through the house. 

You were good at picking up queues from JJ to know what kind of day it was. If she slammed the door even just slightly, she was coming home angry from work. If she tried to be as quiet as possible, it was a good day and she was trying to surprise you with a treat. You always heard her coming though. Finally, if she came home with a heavy sigh, you knew it was a day full of stress and disappointment. 

Closing your laptop, you followed the sound of her footsteps until you found JJ stopped in the bedroom. She gave you a small smile, one that didn’t quite hide the exhaustion in her eyes. “Yeah,” JJ sighed. “You could say that.” That was all you needed to confirm what you already knew. Today was full of stress, the kind that was filled with dead ends in cases and red tape slowing down important processes. You knew exactly how the day went for your wife, and you know how tired it made her when she finally was able to come home. 

JJ began to move around the room, dead on her feet, dragging her body as if she was weighed down with the weight of today’s hardships. You hated seeing her like this, both tense and defeated at the same time. Often, you wished she would find a new job. One that didn’t affect her so deeply most days of the week when she walked through the door. But you would never tell her to quit, never stand in her way. And you also knew she wouldn’t ever easily let go of her position at the BAU either. So instead, to help ease your wife and your own mind, you paid attention to your wife’s mood and learned exactly how to respond to each and every one of them. 

So when you watched JJ start to peel off her pants and walk toward the bathroom, you were quick to follow. Luckily for her, you knew exactly what her next move was and what yours should be too. On days like these JJ would head straight for the shower to wash off every ounce of negativity from the day. Only today, you could tell by JJ’s tone and short response, that she could use a little extra help. It was time for you to try something a little new, a new tactic that you were pretty sure would help. 

JJ didn’t even notice you follow behind her, your hands busy pulling off your shirt and bra as you went. When she made it into the bathroom with only her underwear and a plain white tank top left on, she began to shut the door only for you to catch it before it latched. “What are you-“ JJ turned around curiously as you pulled the door back open. 

“I thought maybe I could join,” You gave her a cheeky smile. Her eyes went from your eyes and then flicked down your body, finally realizing you were half dressed as you stood in front of her. 

For the first time since she walked in the door, her eyes lit up and a coy smile graced her lips. “Oh.” JJ stepped aside and gestured for you to join her in the bathroom. “Be my guest.” 

The moment you were both in the bathroom, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from your wife as she finally stripped completely and began to fiddle with the shower faucet for the perfect temperature. 

Despite how exhausted your wife was and how much you wanted to make this evening about her, it didn’t stop you from taking in her entire body. Every toned muscle, the slight curve of her waist, the way her skin looked impeccable and incredibly soft. All you wanted was her body on top of yours, but that would have to wait. Right now, you wanted to take care of JJ, wanted to help her relax a little and let go of all the tension she held onto still from today. 

JJ stepped in once she was pleased with the water temperature and you stripped yourself of the rest of your clothes. Following quickly behind, you slid the shower door shut and joined your wife under the running water. You could tell she was enjoying the view of your body just as much as you were of hers. Her eyes were having a little bit of a hard time staying on your face, constantly flicking down to take in your naked form. You couldn’t help but smile as you saw the exhaustion leave JJ’s eyes already and become replaced with an entirely different emotion.

JJ tore her eyes from your body after a long moment of the two of you just staring at each other. Turning around she reached for her bottle of body wash and turned back to you. Popping the bottle open, JJ ran her eyes down your body once more and you knew immediately what was running through her head. 

“Let me-“ She began to say.

“No, let me.” You cut her off, snatching the bottle from her hands. JJ was surprised for a moment, but when you already began pouring out some of her body wash onto your hands, she was eager to agree. The thought of your hands all over her, washing away the tension for her, had her easily agreeable to almost anything. 

You stepped up to JJ, barely any space left between both your now wet, naked bodies. JJ’s eyes were glued to your face, but yours were focused on her body as you started to lather her with soap from her shoulders and ever so slowly moved down to her chest. 

Your hands moved at a snail’s pace as you coated her skin with the body wash. Trailing both your hands down until your palms finally covered both her breasts, you glanced up to see JJ’s eyes were now locked onto every move your hands made. With a slight, teasing squeeze, you let your fingers trail over her nipples before moving down even more until your hands were pressed to her abdomen. 

JJ was breathing heavy at this point, pupils blown with desire as you essentially felt her up the entire time you were washing her. There were other nights where she’d come home and you’d distract her from her stress or tension, but even JJ noticed that this was a little bit new behavior for you. You were leading tonight and, surprisingly, JJ thought it was exactly what she needed after the type of day she had. Of course, you knew exactly what you were doing. Maybe this was a new method you were trying to help your wife relax, but you also knew your wife very well and you were very confident this is exactly what she needed to let go of all the stress she held onto. 

And for the most part, it was working wonders. JJ had forgotten all about her day, all about everything honestly. All she was thinking about was you and the devilish grin that graced your lips when she shivered the moment your body slid down with your hands as you washed her thighs. One thing JJ wasn’t expecting to see today was her wife on her knees in the shower, hands slowly creeping up her inner thighs as you washed her. Not that JJ was complaining. She didn’t even complain when her back hit the cold shower wall. She gladly obeyed when you nudged her hips until she was leaning back for support while you slightly spread her legs. JJ was honestly already pretty far gone the moment she saw your naked body in front of her, but it did a little something extra to her when she glanced down to see you looking up at her as your hands massaged her thighs.

“Can you…” JJ was at a loss for words. What did she want you to do exactly? She wasn’t sure. What she did know was that she needed you to touch her where she wanted you to and she needed you to do it now.

“Can I…?” You trailed off, waiting for her to finish,  your hands stilling on her thighs. 

JJ just huffed in frustration, knowing she probably seemed like a pathetic mess but still didn’t necessarily appreciate your teasing. She was also so fucking thankful you were doing all of this in the shower, otherwise she might be slightly embarrassed by how wet she was sure to be from the sight of you on your knees.

“Just touch me,” JJ pouted. You didn’t move for a moment and her hand flew to your head, pushing you slightly so your face was closer to right where she wanted it. “Please,” she practically whines and you didn’t think you'd ever heard your wife so desperate. 

All you did was chuckle, thoroughly enjoying the way JJ was already squirming where she stood. “Well since you asked so nicely,” You teased before encouraging her to spread her legs just a little more. 

You took her in for a moment, watching the way her skin jumped the moment your fingers traced higher up her thighs. Wanting to take your time, you leaned in and barely ghosted your lips over her slit. However, JJ was growing more impatient by the minute and the slight tug on your hair from where her hand still rested made you smirk for only a moment before finally you made contact with where her body was practically begging you to touch. 

The moment your tongue ran from her entrance to her clit you heard her groan above you and heard a soft thud as her head leaned back on the shower wall. JJ’s grip in your wet hair only tightened when you began to repeat that act, slowly running your tongue up again and again until you felt like she had enough teasing. When your tongue began to circle her clit, that was when JJ began to move her hips in time with your mouth, essentially grinding down against your tongue. Chancing a glance down at you was what really did it for JJ though. Seeing your head buried between her legs as you knelt naked and wet before her, with your lips wrapped around her clit was driving her absolutely crazy. It was embarrassing to say, she was already close to coming right then and there, but she wasn’t ready for that yet. 

With the hand that was still holding onto your head, she pressed you closer to her for a moment, grinding herself onto your face while you continued to suck on her clit. You could tell by the way JJ’s thighs slightly trembled and the sounds coming from her lips that she was already close, but when JJ was right on that edge, she used her hold to pull you away. 

When you broke free from between her legs you didn’t have a moment to catch your breath before JJ was hauling you up onto your feet. Your hands fell to either side of her hips, pressing to the shower wall to steady yourself. With her grip, JJ pulled you to meet her lips in a brief heated kiss before pulling you back again. “I need you,” JJ panted. “I need you inside me.”

With that, JJ finally let go of your hair to take one of your hands that was resting on the wall and moved it to press between her legs again. You didn’t need anymore encouragement before sliding two of your fingers against her clit and all the down to her entrance. In one swift motion, you slid your fingers inside her and reveled in the way JJ moaned out your name the minute she felt your fingers filling her.

You didn’t waste any time in helping JJ get right back to that edge. When JJ leaned back in for another kiss, your fingers began pumping inside her with abandon. You felt JJ’s hands come around your waist to hold onto you and keep you both steady. And with the way her nails dug into your bare skin you knew she was already quickly reapproaching her peak. 

This whole thing was driving you crazy as well. Feeling your wife hold onto you for dear life while you fucked her against the shower wall, silent moans falling from her lips against yours. It had you pressing your thighs together for some sort of pleasure too as you continued to make JJ feel good. Luckily for you, it didn’t go unnoticed by JJ, even when she was quickly turned into a moaning mess while you had her pinned to the shower wall. 

JJ’s lips broke free from yours once more, but just barely, as she said “I want you to cum with me.” You nodded your head eagerly and took one of her hands from your waist before encouraging JJ to touch you in the exact way you were touching her. With her fingers inside you and your fingers continuing to pump into her, you both set a fast pace. JJ’s head fell back again onto the shower wall and yours buried itself into her neck to muffle the sounds she was drawing from you now too.

Both of you were in sync, grinding against each other’s fingers as you both pushed them inside each other. Your behavior is what was making JJ reach her peak so quickly, but JJ’s loss of control and composure as you touched her is what already had yours fast approaching too. With a few more strokes of your fingers, curling them to hit just the right spot for JJ, you suddenly found her coming around them with a loud moan. You were quick to follow, the feeling of JJ coming on your fingers mixed with the way her fingers were moving inside you pushing you over that edge as well, your moans only muffled by your wife’s neck. 

You both stood there for a moment, catching your breath. JJ was still pinned between you and the shower wall, not even remotely bothered by the cool feel of it or the fact that the water wasn’t as warm as it once was, and you were still leaning fully against JJ with your head resting against your shoulder.

“Wow,” JJ finally broke the silence. “I really needed that.” She chuckled and slid her fingers out from inside you, only to rest her hands on either side of your waist. You did the same, pulling your fingers out and placing your hands on JJ’s shoulders, you pulled back to smile at her.

“I know,” you said proudly. JJ just smiled back, her hand going to wipe a damp strand of hair from your face as you looked up at her. JJ was surprised at how light she felt after such a heavy day, but you weren’t. You always knew exactly how to help.

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[jjtheresidentbaby]

hi hi hi i’ve recently found your little jj stories and they make me happy stim so much 🥺

a request is maybe jj is poorly on a case? she has a headache or a cold and stuff and all she wants to do is curl up in emily’s arms and rest bht it’s a kidnapping case and they have limited time.

maybe she ends up falling asleep at the table? maybe like with a drink in her hand or whilst eating and the group find it super cute then emily gets her settled down somewhere to sleep whilst they keep working on it??

i really wanna start writing agere criminal minds fics but idkkk🥺

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ sickness & sleepiness ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

|| jennifer jareau x emily prentiss

a/n: I’m so glad you like my writing!! and you should totally start writing, my dms are always open if you wanna talk concepts <33

warnings: Jj being sick, pet names, mentions of a case

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The whole team could tell Jj was feeling sick today, her flushed cheeks, constantly sniffling nose and drooping eyes gave her away, although the sweatshirt and blanket draped over her despite the dry Texas heat definitely made it extra obvious. Emily’s tried to help the most she can, as has Hotch who graciously put Jj on map making duties with Reid as they try to track down a kidnapped little kid.

There isn’t much anyone can do to help Jj, Emily’s already given her medicine and a package of saltines for when she feels ready to eat something. It doesn’t help that Jj’s headspace has come on unexpectedly because of the sickness, Hotch has locked off the room they’re all in for Jj’s sake, but Emily is still full of worry.

She knows Jj doesn’t like regressing while at work nor does she like having a lot of people around while she’s small. She supposes maybe Jj being so caught up in her constant shivering switching to overheating state is helping her distract herself from the teams hovering, which they’re all doing. Everyone’s aware that Emily’s is Jj’s main caregiver, and to get Hotch if she isn’t available, but that isn’t stopping them all from doing what they can to help Jj.

“Honey we gotta go to a warehouse where the suspect might be, are you going to be okay here? We can have Rossi stay back if you need.” Emily’s hand pushes the hood off of Jjs head so she can reach to feel the back of her neck, it’s still warm as it was earlier, she hopes the medicine has kicked in and that’s just from the blankets.

“I’ll be okay.” It’s barely a mumble, an attempt at a smile on Jj’s lips that eases Emily the slightest amount. No crying is a good sign.

“Ok darling, we’ll be back.” Emily dashes out to the svu’s after that, pushing all her worry for Jj down, as best can at least, and starts to listen to Morgan’s ramble of how they’ll be entering the building.

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The warehouse stunt goes over a little longer than Emily was hoping, though she’s happy the little kid was able to be reunited with their mom with only minor injuries. She’s ready to get back to her own little.

Entering the room the Texas police have allowed the BAU to overrun for the past week instantly brings a warm smile to Emily’s face. Jj’s in the same seat she was in before they left, the package of saltines loosely in her hand as her head lays against her arm on the table. There’s a small pile crumbs and a few crackers look ready to slide right into the floor, Prentiss quickly picks up the package before turning to where Jj’s still dead asleep. Not even a twitch at the team entering the room.

“Jj? Darling?” Emily rubs her hand up and down Jj’s arm, careful not to jostle the girl too much in hopes of avoiding her waking up panicked.

“There you are, we finished the case, we only have paperwork to do.” A lazy smile and a slow blink of half-awake-ness is all Emily gets in reply, she’s okay with it, Jj needs her rest and she has a hard enough time sleeping anyways. Prentiss can’t imagine it’s any easier while sick.

“Hotch said I could take you back to the hotel and Reid will catch up on our paperwork.” Another nod and Emily decides she’ll have to do this the hard way.

She comes to pull Jj to her feet, allowing the blonde to slump into her side with almost all her weight. Emily brushes the blanket off Jj’s back so it falls into the chair, despite the protesting groan Jj let’s out, if it wasn’t the stations blanket she’d have taken it with them. Instead she grabs Hotchs suit jacket that he holds out knowingly, pulling it over Jj’s shoulders and leading her out to the svu that she’ll be able to sleep in the backseat of.

Jj lays down with a few grunts of displeasure at being in the car, and that Emily can’t stay back there with her as she has to drive. Emily’s just happy she’ll be able to watch over her little girl in full focus tonight.

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[briaroftheroses]

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AHS

Vivien Harmon, Violet Harmon (platonically), Billie Dean Howard, Alma Walker, Lana Winters, Sister Mary Eunice McKee, Zoe Benson, Marie Laveau, Madison Montgomery (depending on the request), Cordelia Foxx/Goode, Misty Day, Fiona Goode, young!Fiona Goode, Amazon Eve, Desiree Dupree, Edward Mordrake, Dandy Mott, The Countess, Sally McKenna, Ramona Royale, Winter Anderson (please no spoilers in the requests for any characters after Hotel) - feel free to ask about any others that aren’t here

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Drum Song*

Title: Drum Song Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Emily Prentiss Prompt: "I wanna touch you too." MINORS DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, switch JJ, switch Emily, vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving) R WC: 796

JJ's heart was beating in her chest so loudly that she was certain that Emily could hear it. If not, JJ was sure that she could feel the heavy thumps or rushing blood from in between her legs. JJ had never been with anybody who made her feel this way. It was terrifying, but at the same time absolutely thrilling. JJ loved the way that her heart beat faster and louder in her chest whenever she saw Emily. The closer that they got, the louder and faster that it beat. JJ had been afraid that her heart would beat right out of her chest the first time that she had hooked up with Emily. Now, JJ's heart matched the fast pace that Emily's tongue was flicking against her clit.

"Emily, I'm gonna cum." JJ's warning might as well have fallen on deaf ears. Emily was much more preoccupied in getting JJ over the edge to care about such tedious things like the way that JJ's deceptively strong legs would close in around her head. Emily didn't mind having a little bruising from JJ's fingers digging into her shoulder as she gripped Emily tightly. Emily didn't know whether JJ wanted her to stop or keep going whenever JJ grabbed her like that. Emily always kept going, but she'd move gently as to now overwhelm JJ too much. They were at different places, which Emily always had to take a step back and remind herself. JJ hadn't experienced the same things that Emily had. Everything was much newer to JJ than it was for Emily.

"How are you feeling?" Emily asked as she sat up in front of JJ. JJ stared at Emily and reached forward to pull Emily on top of her body. "Obviously somebody's ready for a little more, I take it."

"Not like that," JJ said quickly. Emily's brows furrowed in confusion as she stared down at JJ, unsure of what the woman wanted from her. "I wanna touch you too. You always make me feel so good, I want to at least try to return the favor. Being the only one cumming doesn't feel as good as some of my exes have led me to believe."

"If this is really what you want, then I'll let you try. Just, do the things that feel good to you and we can work from there," Emily said. JJ sat up as Emily laid back on the bed. JJ rubbed the cold sweat on her palms off onto her thighs as she settled in between Emily's legs. "Sometimes, it's easier to start out with your fingers J."

"Right, right," JJ muttered to herself as she tried to shake some of her nervousness. JJ focused in on Emily's body beneath hers. Emily was laid like she was displaying herself for JJ, which made the woman's heart beat even harder than it had been before. It wasn't moving at the erratic and racing speed that it had been whenever she was nervous. JJ swore that there was a sort of rhythm to the way that her heart was beating like a guide. The beat of her heart was steady and something that JJ felt like she could go off of if she needed help.

JJ was careful to ease herself into touching Emily. She tried to think of the ways that she had touched herself. Emily seemed to be responsive to those, so JJ continued down that path until finally Emily was starting to move her hips to get JJ to touch her elsewhere. JJ kept one hand up by her clit to tease it while she eased two fingers inside of Emily. Emily's hips bucked against JJ's fingers to ride them, and JJ went back to the beating of her heart to keep time with the movements of her wrist and forearm to keep her fingers going in and out of Emily. Emily's grip tightened on the back of JJ's neck as JJ's fingers circled her clit with a little more pressure than before.

"Oh my god!" Emily practically screamed out. JJ wanted to hear more exclamations like that. She wanted to hear Emily screaming and moaning her name. JJ upped the pace of the fingers she had on Emily's clit until Emily's body was shaking beneath hers. Emily went quiet instead of getting louder, but JJ swore that she heard her name escape Emily's lips like a choked whisper. That wasn't the scream of ecstasy that JJ had wished for originally, but it left a feeling in the pit of JJ's stomach that she doubted would ever go away. It was something more than arousal, much more welcomed and less distracting than the desire JJ had been holding onto for Emily since they had started getting closer.

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Whumptober 2023, Day 7: "Can you hear me?"

fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, derek morgan, penelope garica | ship: past spencer reid/maeve donovan | trigger warnings: mentions of drugs/drug use, depression | content: post 8x12 'zugzwang,' spencer's isolation, team as a family | word count: 1k.

Spencer has this vivid memory from when he was eleven years old. All of his memories are vivid, to be fair, but this one stands out in particularly stark contrast to others. His mother has been suffering from a bad episode and hadn’t spoken to him for several days, no matter how hard he’d tried to get her attention. So he’d gone about his days as he always did: alone. One of the first lucid moves Diana had made all week was to come out into the kitchen as Spencer was pouring himself a bowl of cereal on Saturday morning. She sat down across from him, taking his hands in hers. He waited patiently for her to speak, eyes searching hers for reassurance she was alright. After a moment, she sighed. 

“It’s so dark in here, Spencer,” was all she’d said, voice quivering. “It hurts.”

At the time, he hadn’t been sure what she’d meant. Throughout his life, there had been moments of darkness: his mother’s episodes that were growing in frequency, his father leaving, the way the kids at school - all so much older - treated him. However, it wasn’t until he was trapped in a shack in Georgia, the smell of burning fish and blood and sweat and fear and drugs, that he really thought he understood what his mother had meant when she referenced inner darkness. 

And yet, if Spencer had the option of being back in that shack over being stuck in his house now, unable to move or eat or sleep or exist for paralyzing grief, he’d take the shack in a heartbeat. This pain, he’s sure, is what his mother had been referring to. He’s never hurt so badly in his life. 

Maeve. 

Even thinking her name makes him feel like he’s suffocating. Thinking about how he was too late. If he’d been quicker, smarter, more believable - she’d still be here. They’d be together. He’d be happy. 

Instead, he’s alone. He’s dying. He clings to The Narrative of John Smith, switching between crying so hard he forgets how to breathe to being so numb he can’t feel a thing. He doesn’t know what day it is, what time it is, how long it’s been. He definitely ate something, but then he threw it up. His mouth tastes terrible and his lips are so chapped and dry they’re starting to bleed. The headache that started up the moment Maeve had been taken from him gets worse by the hour. Sleep isn’t even a relief because each time he closes his eyes, the sickening shot rings out and images of her body haunt him. 

So he sits. 

And hurts. 

And hates it more than anything. 

“Spence,” JJ’s voice is outside the door. She sounds far away, much further away than the one wall that’s between them. He heard her coming up the stairs, speaking in a low voice to Morgan. He’s sitting near the door. She knocks gently. “Spence, can you hear me?” 

He can’t summon the energy to reply. 

“Kid,” Morgan says, voice softer than he’s ever heard it. “Can you just - say something,” he begs. “Please. Just tell us you’re safe.” 

Spencer exhales shakily and summons every inch of his being, raises a hand, and taps twice in quick succession. 

“Thank you,” JJ says quietly, and after a moment, they leave. Spencer listens to their footsteps fade away and feels tears start to fall down his cheeks. Alone again. 

After that, someone comes by everyday to check on him - to ask him for some sort of signal he’s alive. He knows they’re worried he’s overdosed or something, but frankly, he doesn’t even have the energy to go get any dilaudid, let alone take it - no matter how bad he wants some. Penelope always comes by, no matter what. She leaves food outside, and sometimes he gets it after she leaves if he’s feeling particularly brave. It all tastes like cardboard and he can never manage more than a few bites, but he does it - for them. For the others. He imagines the breaks between other people coming by are when they’re on cases. He wishes he could help. He wishes for the most gruesome, awful, horrible murders out there to be true, if it meant he could be there with his team and not feeling any semblance of the pain he’s drowning in right now. 

He jumps, his phone buzzing him out of the stupor he’s in, moments after Penelope’s left another huge gift basket outside his doorway. He’s prepared to let it ring out, as he has spent the last however long doing, but something gets the better of him. Something feels… different. He sighs, gathers himself from where he sits by the door, and ambles slowly over to the couch, feeling every ache in his muscles tenfold. 

‘Emily - work number’ is calling him. 

Emily is calling him. 

He considers not picking up for a moment, but curiosity gets the better of him. What if she’s in trouble? What if she needs him? 

“Emily,” he says, voice sore and scratchy from lack of use. 

“Spencer,” she breathes, voice soft. “Hey.” 

“Hi.” 

“How - I - I mean-,” she stumbles, and Spencer braces himself for what’s coming. Someone told her what happened. He clenches his teeth and blinks back tears. “I’m so sorry,” she eventually settles on, and Spencer sighs shakily. He wants to tell her it doesn’t help, he wants to scream that no matter how many sorrys he gets, it won’t bring Maeve back. But taking in Emily’s voice stops him. He remembers going through these exact motions two years ago, when he thought she was the one who was dead. 

“I miss you,” he says finally, and his voice cracks. 

“I miss you too,” she says, and her voice sounds wet with tears. “I wish I could be there for you right now.” 

“This - is enough,” he chokes. “Thank you for calling.” 

“Of course,” she says. “Of course.” 

It is still dark in his apartment. The curtains are still drawn. 

But maybe everything hurts just a tiny bit less.

[idyllicb]

depths of dreams - two

summary: Parker and Emily take on their first case with the team, anthrax is involved and Hotch breaks protocol!

warnings: regular criminal minds talk, nothing crazy lol

words: 5.7k

an: chapter two yippe !

“A wise man can learn more from a foolish question than a fool can learn from a wise answer.” - Bruce Lee

PARKER NEARLY GOT A SPEEDING TICKET when she got a phone call to come in early. It was her first official day and getting called in early made her anxiety spike. Having only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before she rushed to get there. She assumed this would happen sometimes, criminals don’t usually care about the time of day when committing nefarious things. Parker pushed through the glass doors and saw Emily climbing the stairs to the conference room behind two blonde women. The young agent ignored the glances she got from the other two women as she placed her purse and go bag down at her desk and rushed after her friend.

“Hey, Parker! Long time no see,” Emily held the door open fully so more members of the BAU could file in. Parker smiled at the taller agent and let a laugh escape her lips. She was glad that Emily was there, having that one familiar face calming the storm of anxiety beginning to brew inside her.

“Seems like just yesterday we were staking out Hotch’s office.” The raven-haired nodded towards her and they turned to see the only other two blonde women watching them. “I am so sorry! We met briefly yesterday, right?” Parker’s hand flailed around her as she rushed out more apologies to the other Agents. Emily followed behind the younger girl, and they both extended their hands. “Parker Moore and this is-”

“Emily Prentiss, it’s nice to meet you both.” Emily flashed a smile and the other Agents shook hands before switching to the other. 

“You’re fine! We should’ve introduced ourselves first, this is Jennifer Jareau, our media liaison but everyone calls her JJ. I’m Penelope Garcia, a full-time tech analyst and part-time superhero. Call me if you need anything, seriously!” The taller blonde pointed between the two and JJ laughed and smiled at her enthusiasm. “It feels so good to finally have more girls on the team!”

“Agreed, it never hurts to have more female representation, especially in the bureau.” JJ wrapped an arm around Penelope in a familiar hug and the four women all agreed and laughed together. They walked over and sat at the round table together, waiting for more people. 

“Hey, I heard some laughing in here, you having fun without me?” A voice broke through the silence, two male agents filing in together. 

“Oh don’t worry handsome, just some girl talk.” Penelope smiled toward one of the agents and he chuckled at her response. He walked near the table and Parker stood alongside Emily,

“Emily Prentiss.” The two agents smiled at each other and shook hands. 

“Parker Moore,” Parker’s hand felt small against his and she glanced behind the one agent to lock eyes with the taller one. 

“Derek Morgan and this is Dr. Spencer Reid behind me.” Derek motioned behind him and Spencer waved at the two agents. “He’s not a fan of handshakes, sorry ladies.” Emily chuckled and waved her hand in front of her to say it was alright. Parker smiled in Spencer’s direction and he gave her one back, he gripped his bag closer to his chest. They continued to stare at each other before someone cleared their throat, like clockwork they sat at the round table. The five engaged in brief conversations about anything, but the room grew quiet as Hotch and Gideon entered.

“I’m assuming we all introduced ourselves to Agents Moore and Prentiss?” Hotch placed some files on the table for JJ to sort and everyone nodded in agreement. “We’re acquainted, good. We can all formally chat later. What’ve we got?”

“The DEA raided what they thought was a hardened meth lab right here in northern Virginia but that wasn’t exactly what they found.” JJ stood as she presented the case to the team, she pressed a button on the remote and a picture appeared on the screen. 

“That could be a dispersal device for a chemical weapon,” Derek paused as they all observed the device shown to them. “That’s sophisticated.” Spencer and JJ both nodded their heads in agreement. 

“As of right now, Homeland Security is thinking of Al Qaeda. They have developed similar devices in these terms of sophistication.” JJ sighed through her nose, Parker watched Spencer look away from the TV and turn to look at herself and Emily.

“They’ve developed some as simple as soda bottles and paint cans too.” Spencer used his hands when he spoke, and Emily crossed her hands over her lap and spoke to the team. “They’re called Al Ikhteraa, the literal translation being ‘the invention’.” The young doctor smiled and nodded his head in agreement with her. Parker’s hands felt clammy as she cleared her throat. 

“Do we know what the chemical or biological agent is yet?” Hotch seemed to be writing some notes down and Parker wondered if she should be doing the same. JJ shook her head to answer and continued the presentation after moving to the other side of the screen.

“The cell members bailed out through a tunnel. The DEA recovered a nextel two-way and managed to intercept a message.” JJ placed a piece of paper in front of the team, it was quickly snatched from the middle of the table as Emily read it over. “That’s not the transcript it-”

“No this is in Arabic,” Emily paused for a second before continuing with a translation. “Our friends surprised us and eloped. We can no longer wait for the wedding as planned. We can deliver our gift at the next crescent.” Everyone stared in awe at the female agent and a small blush broke out on her face. Parker and Penelope both smiled at her and she tapped the pen she was holding against the table twice before speaking again. “I lived in several Middle Eastern countries growing up.” The silence was loud and Gideon seemed to tear his eyes away to glance back at the paper. 

“Next crescent?”

“Muslims sometimes use a lunar calendar, I’d have to look it up-” Emily seemed deep in thought and Penelope was fast away at typing.

“Next crescent moon is in two days,” Penelope chimed in only looking up briefly from her laptop. Emily nodded her thanks to the other woman, shaking her head slightly to move the hair out of her face.

“That means whatever they’re attacking is happening in less than forty-eight hours.” Gideon grabbed the paper from Emily’s hand. 

“Everything we found is linked to this man, Jind Allah,” JJ pressed a button on the remote and a headshot photo appeared on the screen. 

“His name means soldier of God, literally.” Silence fell over the group.

Derek cleared his throat, “That’s pretty poor operational security for a sophisticated plot,” as he said it he leaned back in his chair. Parker could hear someone’s foot bouncing against the floor.

“Two months ago, Jind Allah was captured fleeing the country using a forged Pakistani passport via Richmond International Airport. He’s been held as a ghost detainee in Guantanamo Bay ever since.” JJ stated at her team as she finished her presentation.

“So he doesn’t exist, technically.” Penelope was still typing away as she spoke, Gideon shook his head in response. 

“Soldier of God isn’t a name.” Gideon’s tone was monotone and he played with the pen in his own hand. 

“No, it’s most likely a name taken on for the Jihad, meaning struggle.” Emily’s hands moved with her as she spoke about the man being detained. “Extremists claim it’s a Holy War.”

“But the words ‘holy’ and ‘war’ never appear together in the Qu’ran.” Spencer fidgeted with his hands in his seat. Parker felt inadequate, feeling out of place amongst all the people talking about the case. Despite the fact that everyone else was also just being introduced to the case. She felt so behind. Parker almost didn’t catch the rest of the conversation because she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts. 

“Do we know his real name?” Hotch spoke up finally and JJ was quick to answer. 

“CIA interrogators have got nothing out of the guy,” she paused as she placed the remote on the table.

“So they need us to break him,” Gideon stated out loud. Understanding finally dawned on the group.

“We do know from past intercepts that he’s a recruiter. He came to this country to assemble the omega cell. A sleeper cell with an unknown mission.” Parker pressed her hands together and she tilted her head as she thought of something,

“So we have exactly forty-eight hours to do what the CIA hasn’t been able to accomplish in two months?” Parker finally spoke up, fighting the flush trying to work itself onto her features as the teams’ eyes settled on her.

“We could be looking at the first attack on our own soil since 9/11.” Gideon sighed through his nose and everyone closed their files. 

“Right, so we have no time to lose,” Hotch stood and everyone followed right behind him. Parker walked towards her desk and watched Emily grab her go bag and place it on her desk. Gideon approached the two and made eye contact with Emily before speaking,

“Car leaves in four minutes.” He walked away and Parker watched as the older man gave her and Emily another one of the professional polite smiles that seemed to plague this team. Parker’s chest felt tight.

“I think he hates me. Did you see his body language, this was very obviously not his idea.” Emily’s shoulders dropped and she eyed Parker sitting at her desk across from her. 

“Oh come on, he just met you. I’m sure it was Hotch’s idea to throw you in, you know? You know Arabic, that’ll definitely be helpful.” Parker watched Emily’s reaction and the taller agent let her eyes shut but still nodded her head. She didn’t want to say that she was feeling the same way. They both couldn’t be feeling that way though, one of them had to remain positive.

“I guess, but still! He doesn’t like me, that much you can’t prove.” Parker grabbed her phone and moved to leave and follow Derek as he got up from his own desk. 

“So make him, you’re a good profiler, show him he’s wrong to doubt you.” Derek shot them a friendly grin as he held the door. Emily smiled in appreciation at the younger agent now walking away from her. Parker grabbed her bag and walked in the same direction as Gideon did to leave for Guantanamo. Parker rushed to catch up with Derek but caught him as he reached the elevator, Hotch not far behind. 

“The three of us are headed to the house while Prentiss, Reid, and Gideon will be flying to Guantanamo Bay.” Hotch pressed the ground floor button and the second the doors opened they hopped in the car to head straight to the raided house. 

“BOBBIE RYAN, DEA TEAM, WE RAN THIS RAID.” 

“Aaron Hotchner.” The unit chief shook hands with the woman, and Derek right after.

“Derek Morgan and this is Parker Moore.” Parker was still placing her second glove on but reached with her other to greet the DEA team person. Derek pointed towards the covered windows before speaking again, “these must have slowed you down some.” 

“Enough for them to get out through the tunnel.” Bobbie motioned for the three agents to follow her as she moved through the house. 

“They must have done escape drills,” Hotch said aloud. Parker could practically feel Hotch make his mental notes as he prepared himself to be first to enter the room that held the dispersal device. She took a deep breath and stepped right behind him. 

“Hey, Morgan!” A DEA officer placed a hand on Derek’s back and he smiled at the other man.

“Hey Kenny, it’s been a hot minute man.” Parker moved around Hotch, Derek immediately going back to work mode after saying hello. “Are we good in here?” 

Kenny answered quickly, “Yeah all good, everything has been rendered safe.” Parker crouched in front of the device and fixed her glasses before trying to look at the smaller details on the device. 

“They guys sure weren’t messing around.” Derek agreed with Parker’s statement and leaned over her to inspect some of the things lying on the table before looking over at Hotch. 

“Hotch, these tubes surround what would’ve been the explosive charge. Plus, this cylinder right here would be what holds whatever bio or chem agent they plan on dispersing.” Parker stood up at his words and glanced over at the two members of the DEA. 

“That’s a pleasant thought.” Parker could tell through his words and body language that Kenny was nervous. She could relate.

“Yeah, tell me about it.” Derek placed his hands on the table, trying to examine everything on the table before Bobbie motioned for them all to leave the room. Derek led them to some of the rooms in the house, Hotch eyed the contents of the room silently. “These look like a four-man cell.” Parker walked to what she assumed was a closet and sifted through some of the clothing.

“They assimilated themselves into the community.” Hotch stood behind her as she spoke, looking for anything to give them some clues. 

“Just like any other suburban gangster wannabes rolling up at a mall.” Derek shuffled through the clutter on the floor and Bobbie eyed the three agents before clearing her throat,

“Who do you guys think we’re dealing with?” Parker wandered to another corner of the room before she heard Hotch speak.

“Most likely Middle Eastern males in their early twenties.”

“And judging by that device in the other room, they’re looking at specific targets. Anything from military installations, government buildings, etcetera.” Parker let a sigh escape her at her own words, Derek started leaving the room and the Unit Chief motioned for the female agent to follow. 

“You’d think if these guys were fundamentalists there would be Qu’ran or some prayer mats in the house.” Derek talked with his hands as he went through more of the belongings lying around the house. 

“No, we didn’t find any of that here,” Bobbie responded before placing her hands on her hips as she watched the team look for anything and everything. 

“There must be one other location that we’re missing.” Hotch moved some bedding to look under the cot in one corner of the room, Parker did the same and found an opened box. 

“Guys,” Derek was quick to stand behind Parker as she looked over the printed words on the sheets. “This looks like a list of chemicals.” Derek sighed and the younger agent placed the papers in her teammate's hand as he whipped his phone out. 

“I’m gonna check with Garcia.” Derek dialed the tech’s number and not three seconds later she picked up, he was quick to greet her. “I’m going to read off a list of chemicals to you, are you ready?” Hotch and Parker stood quietly while they waited patiently, Derek listed off the names of each chemical and Parker racked her brain trying to think of what they could be trying to make. “You’re sure? Okay all right thank you, sweetness.” Parker smiled at the pet name, their friendship becoming completely evident to her. 

“What’d she say?” Hotch moved closer to Derek as he awaited a response. 

“Garcia said this looked like the perfect list to weaponize anthrax.” Parker’s eyes widened at his words and Hotch let out a frustrated sigh. The female agent wrapped her arms around herself at the thought. Weaponizing a chemical or biological agent was a big enough threat, and now with anthrax being thrown into the mix, it made Parker want to find the men willing to go to these extremes even faster. They couldn’t wait another forty-five hours. 

After what seemed like hours the three members of the BAU left after coming up empty-handed, Hotch drove in silence back to the academy building before his phone started ringing, he pulled it from his pocket and placed it on speaker. 

“Yeah, JJ?” 

“Hey, we think we may have just found the cell’s secondary location. It looks like a construction site in Annandale, Virginia. Looks to me like they may have another device ready to arm.” Parker looked out the window from the backseat at JJ’s words, maybe finding the location now was a good thing and they could disarm the device before anything happened. 

“I’ll get Agent Ryan to organize another raid, and please notify the others.” JJ agreed and was quick to hang up leaving the three agents to sit the rest of the ride in silence. 

Arriving in just under twenty minutes, the three agents quickly put on their vests and left their car behind as they met up with the DEA Agents. Parker fidgeted with her vest, trying not to feel too out of place but reveling in the comfort that the vest provided.

“You nervous?” Derek was adjusting his last strap and Parker laughed in his direction.

“You kiddin’? This is the best part of the job, plus this isn’t too different from what I did in CID.” She joked and was rewarded with a quick laugh from him. Together the two walked to where Hotch was talking to Agent Ryan. 

“You were raiding locations looking for devices to spread anthrax?” Derek’s tone was light and he smirked at the younger agent.

“Okay… Maybe not exactly but I’ve done my fair share of raiding locations with other narcotics involved. Does that count?” Parker felt some of the anxiety leave her chest about joining the team when Derek threw his head back with laughter. She now felt somewhat accepted. 

“I’ll count it just this once, Moore.” Derek lifted his elbow into her side and she smiled back at him. Before she could correct him, they approached their Unit Chief and the two agents stopped messing with one another. 

“Hey, guys, we want silence. No comms at all.” Kenny, Derek’s friend from before, had his own tactical gear on matching with Agent Ryan. 

“Let’s be careful. We don’t know what to expect walking in here alright? You three ready?” Agent Ryan was quick to say as she handed the BAU team gas masks given the severity of the situation.  

“Let’s do it.” Derek placed the mask over his head and soon followed the DEA team along with his own team up the stairs and over the gate that led to the secondary location. Parker’s glasses felt tight against her face but she continued walking behind the DEA agents and ignored her comfort. They entered the building with flashlights and cleared the room as fast as they could. Parker gripped her gun tighter as she followed a DEA agent, her flashlight flickering to each corner. One last clear was sounded off and she saw Hotch take off his mask.

“This place is clean. We missed them again.” Parker readjusted her glasses, scratching at her cheek just slightly, the defeat written all over her face. Hotch pulled his phone out and dialed a number. 

“Hey, you’ve got Gideon, Prentiss, and me.” Spencer’s voice broke through the small device in Hotch’s hand.

“It’s Hotch, we’re at the second cell location. I’ve got no cell members, no lab, and no dispersal devices. We’re looking now for escape tunnels, but I’m not hopeful.”

“Call us if you do, thanks for the update,” Gideon spoke and then there was silence again. Spencer hung up right after. Parker walked to a corner of the room inspecting some paperwork that littered the floor when a phone started ringing. Hotch picked up but didn’t put it on speaker,

“What’s wrong?” Hotch couldn’t ask anything more before he went into a panic. “Everybody out now! It’s a trap, out now!” Parker was quick to jump to her feet and felt a hand grasp her arm as she rushed to leave through the one doorway with everyone else. She could see Derek’s profile to her right and Hotch behind her as they ran farther away from the small building. Her heart was racing in her chest and before she could turn around and ask Hotch anything, the building exploded.

It was deafening. It was bright.

 Parker clutched her ears at the sound and she could feel the heat on her back as they continued running away, Derek’s hand not letting go the entire time. When the team finally got far enough away they turned to look at the damage and all that could be seen was the wild flames. The building was no longer recognizable and Parker could only assume the fire burned everything inside the building to ashes the second it detonated. Someone was quick to call firefighters and they arrived within minutes. The ringing had subsided but a headache was starting to form behind Parker’s eyes, she rubbed at her temples with her eyes shut. She could hear someone saying something about a loss. It was minutes before she realized that they were talking about a person.

“You alright Parker?” She heard him before she saw him, Derek coming to rest a hand on her shoulder. 

“Yep, have never had to run away from an imploding building so that’s a first.” She forced a laugh, the sound catching in her throat. He just squeezed her shoulder in response. Parker’s pant pocket started vibrating and she groaned as she pulled it out. A random number flashed across the screen and she pushed her free hand into her pocket before answering. 

“Parker speaking,” the brunette shut her eyes again to try and stop the throbbing in her head but opened them as soon as she heard the voice speaking. 

“It’s Penelope Garcia! Sorry, we saw the explosion on the TV, I needed to check in with one of you. Are you all okay?” Parker let a smile take over her features as she heard the genuine concern in the tech’s voice, and she nodded in response forgetting she was on the phone. 

“Yes sorry, the team is okay. How’d you get my number, Garcia?” Derek’s head lifted in interest as he heard his friend's name, he gave a look of confusion to the younger agent, and she waved him off. 

“I may have gone snooping around before you came in today, nothing gets past me Parker, nothing! I’ve got Emily’s number too don’t worry.” Parker sighed and stood up, needing to stretch her legs after sitting. “Is everything alright?”

Parker tensed up but answered the blonde as neutrality as possible, “I think we lost a SWAT agent and I just got a very poorly timed headache, but we’re okay..” She heard a sharp inhale on the other side of the phone and a small sniffle. “I’ll let Morgan know you called, thanks for checking in Garcia.” Parker started walking over to where her team was, Penelope’s smile could be heard through the phone. 

“Good, and thank you for answering pretty girl, travel safe!” Parker let the other agent hang up and she slid her phone back into a pocket, picking up her pace before stopping in front of her team and a few DEA members. 

“Sorry about that,” Hotch’s arms were crossed over his chest and he looked back over towards the burned building. Derek rubbed at the back of his neck and Parker bounced on her feet. 

“Yeah, me too.” Agent Ryan glanced over to the covered body being hauled into the back of an ambulance. 

“The chatter was a set-up, they knew we’d be listening.” Hotch watched the DEA member's face for a reaction.

“They led us straight here,” Parker responded to Hotch’s statement. 

“Just tell me where to look next.” Agent Ryan’s voice was hard and cold, but her eyes held tears that threatened to fall. 

Hotch placed a comforting hand over her shoulder, “Nothing for now, not yet.” Agent Ryan nodded and swiped at a few tears that had escaped. 

THE THREE BAU AGENTS STAYED ON THE SCENE as long as they could, offering their assistance and anything that was needed. At first light, they seemed to have caught a break. Derek thanked whoever was on the other end of the phone and wrote something down on what looked like a receipt, he shut his phone and placed it back in his pocket.

“We got a lead.” Hotch turned his head before looking back at the road with two hands on the wheel. 

“Did you get a name?” the Unit Chief questioned, Derek handed him the old receipt with a nod.

“Plus an address.” Parker thanked Penelope for working her magic in her head, and Hotch was quick to drive to the address they had been given. The female agent wished she brought sunglasses with her or something to keep the brightness of the sun at bay - she held her hand up to shield her eyes as they stepped out of the car. She rolled her eyes walking behind both Derek and Hotch who had sunglasses on. 

“How does a terrorist cell exist right here in Mayberry?” The trio walked up to a smaller squad of FBI agents who seemed to be chatting quietly. 

“The infrared scan showed no one inside. We’re doing a soft entry in case it’s a trap.” Hotch nodded toward the team leader and let them work while they waited outside. After breaking the door in, it took the agents all of three minutes to clear the house, their team leader approached Hotch and tore off his mask. “We have five deceased males, and what looks to be a makeshift lab. All five were shot in the head execution style.”

“Any anthrax on the scene?” Parker questioned, still squinting at the sky. 

“Just residue. We did however find tags from four new backpacks.” He excused himself to talk to his own team and Hotch led both Derek and Parker away from the house. 

“Backpacks? That means they’re already on the move.” Derek walked a bit faster as they needed to figure out where they were attacking, now. Hotch nodded but added,

“We’re too late.” Hotch started the car and Parker quickly buckled. They made their way back to the academy to regroup. They needed a plan to get ahead of this to try and prevent catastrophic damage. 

“THERE’S A GRAND OPENING AT THE USA MALL TODAY.” JJ came from down the hall and Hotch and Agent Ryan pushed the glass doors open, Derek and Parker not far behind. Penelope had set up some fake video for the other members in Guantanamo and tricked the unsub to get an idea about the location, it seemed to have worked. “It’s the third largest in the country, and it’s in McLean, Virginia.” Hotch was quick to thank JJ, before rushing to get in the elevator. 

“Let’s move.” Hotch and the others were quick to get in their cars and get to the mall as quickly as possible. They pulled their vests on before entering the car, Parker watched the trees rush past them in the SUV. She glanced over at her boss and then looked at Derek, something was off. Before she could ask, Derek beat her to it. 

“Hotch, what’s wrong, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Parker watched Hotch’s knuckles tighten on the steering wheel.

“It’s nothing…” The team leader tailed off, pausing for just a moment. “It’s just that Haley’s supposed to take Jack to the new mall to have some pictures taken…” Hotch kept his eyes on the road but both agents felt their boss accelerate in speed. The words unsaid seemed to hang in the air.

“Hotch that’s your wife and son. Call them.” Derek’s voice was stern and he stared down the driver, Hotch answered with distaste in tone. 

“It’s a breach of security, I can’t.” Parker felt her stomach drop at his words, sometimes rules were meant to be broken. She had just become part of the team but she could tell how much family meant to Hotch. 

“With all due respect Sir, I think that it’d be okay to just call her. That’s your family,” her voice shook slightly as she spoke. “You should call them.” Derek looked back at the younger agent with a small grateful smile, Hotch’s grip hadn’t faltered from the wheel. She just wanted him to know that it would be okay, but didn’t know how to say what she wanted.

“See Parker gets it. That’s Haley and Jack we’re talking about. You lose them, you lose everything. Call her.” Hotch didn’t need to be told for a third time he glanced at Derek before he reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out, tearing his earpiece out he placed the phone against his ear. After a few beats of silence, he tore the phone away from his ear.

“She’s not answering.” Hotch dropped his phone into his lap and was quick to place his second hand back on the wheel, not tearing his gaze away from the road. Parker felt her stomach flip. The car was barely parked when they got to the mall before the trio was rushing out of the vehicle. Derek ran towards a van parked here when they pulled up. “Moore with me. Morgan we’re going to go find the security office.” Derek nodded in his direction before raising his gun to check out the inside of the van. Parker pulled her gun out along with the flashlight and followed behind Hotch, the two quietly making their way through one of the mall's hallways. 

“Hello, we’re FBI and need security access,” Parker and Hotch flashed their badges in the security officer's face. Hotch used his other hand to motion towards the screens in front of them. 

“Are these all the security cameras in the building?” Hotch asked trying to look at all of them, Parker walked closer to them as she heard the security officer say yes, she eyed the ones with the most people in the frame first, trying to take in the vast amount of information that was being presented to her. Her eyes caught a glimpse of a few people walking and holding backpacks in a more quiet part of the mall.

“Hotch, that one,” she pointed at one screen on the right. “Looks like our guys, they’ve got backpacks.” Hotch grabbed his mic connected to his sleeve and spoke out to Derek. 

“Morgan, we’ve got at least four guys on the east end of the roof, they’re carrying backpacks.” The urgency was not lost in the other agent’s voice.

“Is there anything on that side of the roof? Like a way to get in the mall or anything?” Parker felt hot with the vest on and the LED lights above her. 

“No, nothing like that, there’s just air vents.” 

Parker felt her stomach drop for the second time, she raised her own sleeve to her mouth to convey the new information as she was getting it. “Morgan they’re using the air vents.” 

Hotch sighed and the two watched through the screens as Morgan and SWAT got onto the roof, after they went out of sight all they could do was hope. After what seemed like forever, they got the all-clear. All four men were shot and killed, one of them falling through a window and landing in the mall. Considering their day it was a big win in her book. 

        Parker smiled as she caught a glimpse of Derek waving at them through the cameras. They left the building and let DEA deal with the backpacks filled with anthrax on the roof, after finishing up at the scene the trio headed back to Quantico. Parker could see the nerves leave Hotch as they pulled up next to another black SUV. Derek shut his door and walked over to Spencer, messing with him the second he got out of the car. Parker slipped into step with Emily and the two were quietly conversing about their respective days when Hotch called both their names stopping everyone in their tracks. 

“Good work today, both of you.” Gideon pulled his go back from the trunk and offered a smile towards the female field agents. The two older agents were quick to engage in private conversation, and Parker felt relieved that the case had come to a close. Derek and Spencer were farther ahead of them but the two women watched, silently laughing at the pair as Derek gave his friend a hard time. 

“So how was it, did you show Gideon that he was wrong to ever doubt you?” Parker asked with a smile on her face and Emily could only snicker at her friend as they walked closer to the building. 

“I think so? I mean I feel like I was a big help. But I also don’t want to sit here and just inflate my ego either. Gideon asked to play chess on the plane so there’s that.” Parker breathed in through her nose and eyed Emily carefully, they stepped inside the building and waited a few seconds for the elevator to take them where they wanted to go. 

“That’s something I’ll tell you that. I couldn’t tell you the last time I played chess… I wanna say it was high school, I’d be a lost cause.” Emily laughed in her direction when they stepped out of the elevator. Morgan was holding the glass doors open for everyone that led to the bullpen. Emily made her way over to the coffee machine,

“Anyone want any? Should I put on a new pot?” The agent heard a chorus of yes’s so she placed the glass pot back under the brew, with new grounds in place to steep. Parker and the rest of the BAU set their minds to finishing up the paperwork before heading home–the young agent stole glances at her new coworkers, hoping to make some new friends as this new journey begins for her. 

 “Some lessons can’t be taught. They simply have to be learned.” - Jodi Picoult

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I guess this is asking for your headcanons? But if you were to take everyone in the BAU (that you write for) and put them on a scale/list of most dominant to most submissive what order would you put everyone in?

I would consider this more of an MLT, but labels, labels whatever. Let's get to hoeing!!!

The Scale of Most Dominant to Most Submissive Criminal Minds Characters

Elle Greenaway - Hard Dom

Okay I feel like Elle and Emily easily compete for most dominant in this group, so I just put Elle's name at the top because I feel like she doesn't get enough attention in the fandom <3

But yeah - we all know that she serves cunt, takes shit from no one, and I cannot imagine for the life of me her taking orders from anyone - especially not in bed. She is on top at all times. She wears the strap in the relationship and she needs a partner who thrives with that.

Emily Prentiss - Hard Dom

Again, she is just - a boss bitch. She seeps dom energy from every pour, and I can't imagine her being submissive to anyone. She seeks out a partner who loves being bossed around, and she soaks up someone who follows her orders, right from the subtle first meeting - if she tells you to get her another drink or tells you where to sit down on a first date, then she will absolutely preen if you rush to follow her orders. She will bark for no one, but she will make you bark.

Derek Morgan - Soft Dom (very very rare Switch)

Derek as 'the playboy' feels like a natural dom of the group, and I definitely see that he would be dominant for most of the time during most sexual encounters - but I feel like that's not all there is to him.

First of all, he's not a hard dom. He's not someone who makes rules and plays hard BDSM - he is someone who is a very soft, loving dom - he will kiss all over your body and do body worship, and he loves teasing and whispering sweet dirty talk into your ear. He likes to be in control, but he loves every minute of the ride to be pure, honey-sweet pleasure - he wants your legs quivering, and he wants you to remember the feeling of his tongue on your skin if you lock eyes with him on a Monday morning.

It's very rare that he gets rough. And it wouldn't be because of his own rage, it would be because he thinks that you need it - because your body is asking for more, or your mind needs to be shut off with a good, rough fuck. And when it gives it to you, it leaves you aching in the best way possible.

But he also has another side that people very, very rarely see. (Like I have said about characters like Hank Hall and Dick Grayson) - these big burly guys with a lot of trauma can be submissive, but it's something they hold back for when they are with someone that they deeply, deeply trust. It's never for casual hookups or even casual friends with benefits sex. It's for a loving, long term relationship where you have talked out all the trauma with them, and you deeply understand all of their most fucked up emotional hang-ups.

It's then that he feels safe enough to turn his body over to you completely - to lay back and let you do whatever you want with him. And even then, it's rare. It's when he's had a very hard day at work, and he just wants to lay back and shut his mind off, and he trusts you to help him do it.

Jennifer Jareau - Switch (Loving, Soft Dom/rare needy Sub)

As I have said in this post - JJ is a switch. That's my truth. But also as I have said in that post, she is bossy as hell (affectionate) - so I feel like it takes a very special type of person to dom her. Someone 10x more bossy. She loves the feeling of being dominated and it gives her that euphoria, and she can trust someone to do it if she has been dating them for a short time - but they have to be very powerful, and very bossy to overcome her natural dominance and her natural bossy streak.

Otherwise, JJ defaults to being the dominant one in the relationship because she is so used to being dominant in every other area of life - she knows what she wants and she isn't gonna waste time trying to get it. But again, she isn't into hard rules and BSDM, she is just into worshipping you and maybe some teasing. I talk about it more in that other post.

Spencer Reid - Needy Sub (very very rare Soft Dom)

So I am a Sub!Spencer truther.

Mostly because I feel like Spencer would naturally unconsciously seek out a partner who is more dominant in all areas of life, not just in the bedroom, because Spencer needs the guidance and caring of a dom - like... can we talk about how he didn't have any proper parental figures growing up because his father abandoned him and he took care of his sick mother for most of his life so he's never truly been 'taken care of' even as a child, so he would fucking looove the chemical euphoria of being taken care of by a dom, not just sexually but during after care and with casual dominance in all aspects of life.

Also, Spencer is that thing 'you like dominant women, not because you're a sub but because you're autistic and you like clear, direct instructions' - I mean he is definitely a sub, but he also LOOOVES the direction, clear instructions and how it makes things easier for him as an autistic person.

But if Spencer somehow ended up with someone who is a not a dom and didn't take care of him 24/7, including during sex, then he would becoming the dominant partner during sex just out of pure need. (In my opinion). I think that he's very, very touch seeking. He is needy. So if his partner doesn't initiate sex, or doesn't clearly communicate that they want sex (again, he's autistic) - then Spencer will initiate touches and seek out sex and touching and become this more dominant force just to fuel his own intense, passionate need to touch you. Not just because he's sex hungry, but because he's generally touch-starved, and he has such an intense passion for you specially that he wants to be touching you all the time, and his desperation and need comes off as more dominant and controlling.

I don't think he would ever be the type of dom to make rules, or have a degradation kink toward you, or anything like that. He can't even deny you an orgasm because if you ask to cum, then needs to see you cum. He is a pleasure driven dom 100%.

(Anyway, that's all I have for now lmao.)

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Would you be willing to write more mama jj after the one with the guy at the party? Maybe he starts bothering little jareau at school? Thank you!

He Cornered Me

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: hurt/comfort

warnings: sexual harassment

word count: 816

age: 16

summary: the guy from the party cornered you at school so you talk to your mom about it

I bounced my leg during class as I felt his eyes on me. They hadn't left since the party. I was debating on asking my counselor to switch classes but it was too late in the year to change so they wouldn't let me anyways. I could also go to a counselor about the whole situation instead of just changing my class but then it might turn into a whole legal thing and I didn't want that.

Finally, the bell rang. I packed up my stuff as quick as I could but it wasn't fast enough. He was standing in front of me. "Y/n?"

"Chase." I said his name bitterly. "What do you want?" I tried to put on a brave face but I knew that he could see right through me. My mom told me that people like him were good at that.

"Wanna go out with me tonight?" He had completely back me up into the corner of the room. Where the fuck was the teacher? "We can have some fun." He reached down to grab my waist, pressing his front against mine. My fight or flight response kicked in and I pushed him off of me, knocking over a few desks as I ran away. I didn't care that the school day wasn't over yet, I was getting out of here.

20 minutes later I was home. There were tears streaming down my face but I didn't care. I just cared about getting away from him. My mom was at the kitchen table on her laptop, reviewing some case files. "Hey. Y/n? Why aren't you at school?" She got up out of her chair so I launched myself at her for a hug. "What happened baby?" She rubbed my back as I sobbed into her neck.

"Chase."

"Chase...Chase who?" It took her a few seconds to put two and two together. "Chase from the party?" I nodded into her neck and held her close. "What did he do honey? Is he why you're not at school?" I nodded. "What'd he do?" She asked again.

"He cornered me...i-in class." I sobbed. "No one was there...just m-me and him." She kissed my temple, rubbing my back slowly. "He wanted me t-to go o-out with him tonight." I sniffled. "And h-he pressed himself a-against me and I was so scared and I just pushed him and ran here-"

"Shh, shh. It's ok. It's ok honey. You're safe now." I could hear her heartbeat quicken as she seethed with anger. "It's ok." She kissed the top of my head, stroking my hair.

20 minutes later I was laying between her legs on her bed, hugging her close as she spoke on the phone with the local police. "Yes. This is Agent Jareau. Yes...yes his name is Chase Collin's." I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying to get the memory out of my head. "He touched her inappropriately and has been harassing her the past 2 months. Yes...I said Chase Collin's." I clutched her shirt tightly in my hands, needing her. She started stroking my hair, trying to end the call quickly so she could get back to comforting me but also needing to tell all the information to the police.

"Mom." I whispered.

"Almost there baby." She scratched my scalp and went back to talking with the officer. I laid my head on her stomach, trying not to cry. "Ok I'm done baby." She put her phone to the side and pulled me further up her body so my head could be buried in her neck. "It's ok."

"But it's not ok...I don't understand why it happened to me." I sniffled. "I don't like him, can't he see that? I don't want anything to do with him and he just keeps harassing me." She let me vent as long as I needed to, one of the things I loved the most about my mom.

"I'm sorry to say it baby but people like him love to prey on people like that. They like seeing you uncomfortable." I sniffled.

"I don't like that."

"Me neither baby but it's gonna be ok. It's never gonna happen again. There are police officers going to his house right now." She kissed the top of my head. "You'll be safe. I'll make sure of it." I nodded into her neck and closed my eyes.

"I'm really tired." My eyes were worn out from all the crying and all I wanted to do was fall asleep with my mom.

"You can sleep baby. I'll be right here when you wake up, ok? I'll be right here." I nodded and snuggled up to her more. "I love you so much and I'll always protect you, ok?"

"I love you too mom...thank you."

"Of course. Anything for you baby." She gave me a final forehead kiss before I drifted off to sleep.

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EXILE

'I never expected you to actually finish anything. You were always leaving. I always pictured you with a suitcase in your hand' margarita karapanou.

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau/Emily Prentiss

Words: 3.5K (This was supposed to be around 2k words but the fanfic too a hold on me)

Emily was drinking one last glass of wine. This was the last glass. After this drink, when the clock hit midnight her life was going to change, for the better. She had to believe that this was for the better. That she did think about this decision thoroughly. She didn't just leave them just because. Emily needed a break and this new opportunity would give her a clean start. Something she considered herself good at. Leaving, running away. Never getting comfortable enough. That is how she grew up, it was everything she knew. Although, DC had been like a home to her. It almost made her want to forget the times she had to change herself time and time again to fit in, something she thought she would have to never go through again. 

She eyed her suitcase, already prepared and sealed, her empty apartment, where she once housed so many girls nights. The first house she dared to call home. The first place she had felt like belonging and she was letting all of it go. It was for the best, she would not take seeing them together. She was ready to go. Ready to make a new life for herself, one life where her love could possibly be returned.

Emily really would have a hard time deciding what had hurt her more tonight. Perhaps this time, Morgan's last look as they danced together won. Maybe when she danced and said goodbye to all her team. To her family. Maybe it had destroyed her a little bit. But seeing JJ and Will, dancing together, kissing and laughing as she walked alone to the dance floor made her think. She made the right choice. Emily needed to leave and after the events of tonight, she had an excuse, for herself at least. Ever since she came back she has not been able to integrate herself as well as she expected too. JJ had been there the most and those long game messages made a comeback late at night when she was trying to sleep. 

Those unsaid 'I love you’s' made her have a difficult time sleeping since she came back. Because what they once had finished long ago. That was what she told herself after the first night JJ and her spent in Paris, that was what she repeated herself after the last kiss they shared before JJ had to leave. At her front door, like they were just finishing a date, it wasn't quick. Emily likes to think that they both lingered a little, mouths still pressed against each other before JJ abruptly pulled back and left. 

Like if a switch flickered inside of her, JJ pulled back, before muttering a quiet 'I'm sorry'. Emily to this day doesn't know why the blonde was sorry for. Breaking the kiss apart? Leaving her alone in a house she barely knew? Not being able to help her more than that? Kissing her? Kissing her while she had a boyfriend and a son waiting for her?

That kiss brought back memories for her. Memories that she thought she had forgotten. About how they started. Their little none-dates when they would fight who would pay for their dinner. When they unexpectedly had movies without inviting Penelope along. They had never discussed what they were. Neither when they started exploring a new possibility that would overpass their friendship. Their first kiss. And all the ones that came next, always hiding, always a secret. That Emily thought had to be the first thing that failed. The secrecy JJ claimed they had to have when they were kissing in the security of the blonde's office. A secrecy that later in the following months would ruin them. When Will entered the picture. 

She should have known that what they had could not be nothing more than false promises and a few stolen kisses when everyone was asleep. Emily should have seen the signs. She was a profiler. She had been trained to search for emotions and have the necessary strength to talk with serial killers. But the classes she had taken didn't really prepare her for what to do when her own emotions were making it difficult for her to read what was happening between the southern detective and JJ. It turned out that everyone already knew about them. Emily really didn't know, not until she saw JJ running around the police station chasing someone that should have been her. If the circumstances had been different, it should have been her.

Of course she noticed the declined invitations and the little time she and JJ spent together, or how she was busier than ever on weekends when she wanted to plan something for her. Emily thought that maybe she was the problem. But she didn't turn out to be, when she invited Penelope and JJ still didn't turn into their monthly girls movie night. Until one night their break up happened and she was awoken at 2.a.m. to the sound of harsh doorknobs.

That somehow made their relationship stronger than before, there were not as many kisses than they once had been. But Emily was happy. She was happy because her other side of the bed was not cold anymore. She had someone around, maybe not to call her own. Still. Emily knew that their relationship might take time to develop, she waited and they were happy. But Will returned, and everything ended again. Then an unexpected pregnancy happened. And Emily knew that what they had could not happen. Not again. Not while there was a child involved. Not when she would be responsible for breaking a family apart. So she maintained her distance, babysat as little as she could and bought a cat.  

What they had finished and Emily had been selfish enough, that when the priest asked JJ if she wanted to marry him, that she would say 'no' and run towards her, like those romantic films have taught her would happen if what they had was true love. That didn't happen, they were married, and now possibly on their way to their honeymoon as Emily was preparing to leave DC for some time, she didn't know if it would be forever. But she needed to put an ocean, something big enough to spare the heartache she felt right now. 

He was not funny. Emily had heard all the jokes he had told, once when Will hung out with them, he made her laugh, but not as she once made her. She had seen them laugh while they were having their husband-wife dance. Emily didn't know what made JJ laugh, he wasn't funny. Emily didn't know what made JJ run back for him. He wasn't her. He didn't deserve her. Not like Emily did. He would never treat her as well as she would. She knew that to be true. JJ didn't look at Will like how she used to look at her.

Emily now had a few more minutes, less than an hour to leave it all behind, she had said all her goodbyes to people that have shaped her since she stepped into the BAU, she learned to love and be loved back. Emily learned how a heart could only break so much. And love in ways it never did before since she came across with light blue eyes that definitely would change who she would become. Emily smiled; she hadn’t even bothered to keep the makeup she had put on this morning. She let a lonely tear run down her face as she looked at the last team dinner photo they took in the restaurant a few blocks away from her very same apartment. Then she didn't know it would be the last. Back then in the picture she was still happy. JJ was not married. And Emily was sure that if the explosion of the bank had not happened she still would not be. 

A harsh knock brings her back from peaceful memories, her finished wine glass sat on the only piece of furniture she had left, the clock so close to hit midnight. So close for her to become someone knew, someone that did not learn how to love and not being loved in return. She opened her front door in what could mostly possibly be one last time and she saw her. She saw her. The only person in the wedding who she wasn't strong enough to tell her the truth of her unexpected leave. JJ was standing before her, her wedding dress had been carefully folded while she was still around. She had catched JJ appear later with her own clothes as she was leaving in the cab she booked beforehand. Emily knew that she could not stand too much in a wedding she was not really part of. JJ threw everything they had so easily that she was scared of how fast the blonde woman forgot about them. She wondered if JJ could forget about her that easily too. 

"Hi" JJ was balancing her position from one feet to the other, changing how her body hold her, the amount of pressure she put in one part, carefully moving herself, it was the only thing that could keep her sane enough, "You didn't say goodbye"

"I did," Emily responds, holding herself against the side of her front door, not inviting JJ to enter inside her house. She was not sure why the blonde was in her apartment while she should be on her way to her honeymoon. As Penelope kindly informed her, when she took charge of the wedding preparations. Emily could not really tell her that she was not interested to hear about JJ’s perfect honeymoon destination to Italy. It had been hard enough when Penelope herself had handed the invitation to Jennifer's wedding. The blonde woman had not been strong enough to do it herself.

JJ was agitated, she was tired and wanted nothing more to be back to her son, who was waiting for her at home to watch his favorite movie with her. But she was here, in front of Emily, in front of someone who could almost have a future with. In front of someone she loves too much. So much that she had canceled her plans for her. "You didn't told me that you were going to leave" 

"I did" Emily acknowledged, she had told JJ she was going to leave, "I told you" Emily repeated again, the effects of the wine were making her a little hard to focus, that mixed with the cologne she had gifted JJ on her birthday were making her hard to concentrate. She had bought her the perfume when they started their relationship. Out of all they had, the only thing JJ preserved was that perfume. 

"No" JJ raised her tone, she noticed Emily flinched a little, a tone she only reserved for Henry wherever he was doing something wrong. Something she was not happy about, that could possibly harm him. The way Emily was going to harm her, "You didn't tell me that you are leaving forever"

"It's not forever" Emily stated as she let her inside, she didn't want her neighbor's to hate her now that she was leaving, she had been a good neighbor and she didn't really want for them to have the last bad impression of her, she looked at JJ tearing eyes, and she repeated what she was telling , she tried so hard to cling into those words, "it's not forever" 

"Please don't go” JJ muttered softly as she looked straight at deep chocolate eyes she learned long ago to love, "Please don't leave me". JJ stayed still, waiting, waiting for something to happen, anything, but Emily only chuckled, and brought her hands up to her face. She rubbed her temple. Emily looked tired. But somehow free. Not completely happy, because JJ knew her, she knew Emily. She was running away. Away from her. 

"I canceled my honeymoon" JJ blurted, she didn't really know why she decided to share that information, something she discussed with Will before coming here. He had understood it. For him, his wife was about to lose her best friend. For JJ it was something more. Something that she didn't know she could ever reveal to someone else.

"I'm not leaving you" Emily said, the clock was so close to midnight, Emily was so close to start her new life. But here she was with both past and future colliding. But she could only choose one, "why don't you want me to leave?". She was adamant to know, she completely ignored JJ’s information about her canceled honeymoon she was not interested in that.

"Emily" JJ moved around Emily's apartment, she couldn't find a reason, "I love you", Jennifer felt her heart crumble, she felt that her reason was not enough, not now that everything was done. Not now that her future was with Will. Not now that her life was somehow complete. She had everything she had dreamed of as a child. BUt she knew that it could never be enough, not if Emily was not there. 

"You don't" Emily affirmed, she knew that, she knew it the first time they broke up, their short relationship forgotten. Could it even be called that? Emily knew that if she loved her enough, JJ would have fought harder for her. For them. For what they had, what it almost became. "I don't really know what you are doing here" 

"I'm here for you" JJ revealed, she came here rushing after Morgan had asked her how she was handling Emily's departure, she came into her apartment leaving her husband and child at home. She left her family for her, "don't go please", she was crying. JJ felt angry, angry at Emily for leaving and not telling her anything. Angry that she was in her apartment and not in her own home. Angry that she still loved this woman as much as she did when they first started. 

"I'm leaving so you can live your life" Emily said as she walked away, where her suitcase was placed, she had to go now, her plane was going to get off in the next two hours, she really could not miss that plane. It would be the path to her future. "I'm leaving and it's not for you" 

"Then why can't you stay?" JJ raised her voice, she was tired, she wanted to lie down and forget that this day ever happened. Forget about the sudden news that Emily's departure was going to be immediate for the force she was holding her suitcase. It would be full of her clothes, the only thing that was full of who Emily was, her apartment bare, stripped of Emily's decoration felt so foreing to her. 

"You know that already JJ" Emily stated, the ticking clock reminding her that she had somewhere to go. Somewhere that needed her, she made a compromise with Clyde. She claimed her own spot in the interpol, somewhere far away from home, "I have always been the other option" 

"You were my first" JJ admitted, choking with her words, she had never spoken them out loud before, "You have always been the first choice Em". It was true in some twisted way, if Emily would have been the one asking her to marry, she would have accepted the first time. She would have not waited until Will had been in danger to accept.

"Well" Emily walks to her front door, "you already know what's the saying about first and second choices" she added, "I have seen this exact situation a few years prior, where you left him, and stayed with me" 

"I was so naive" Emily shakes her head, " I was so naive to think that you would change your decision today". JJ felt a sob come out of her, she didn't want Emily to leave, she didn't want to lose her. She needed her. 

"I thought that maybe we didn't have enough time" Emily stated, the time was running out, she needed to leave. She had wanted to leave without comforting JJ, without having this last conversation between them, "Then with the years I understood that we were never meant to last"

"We were" JJ admits, dragging her feet towards Emily's direction, "we were destined to be together, but it was my fault" JJ shakes her head, all of this was her fault, she never wanted to hurt her, she loved her too much, but then Will came, he was stable, someone he could lean on, someone easy to be with. She learned to love him. But with Emily it came different, it came oddly natural to love her. That was just how she was. “I ruined it”

"No matter how many chances we had, it was not right" Emily admitted, her heart so heavy inside her chest, it was the truth, they could never make it work, "I let you go" Emily adds turning around, facing the empty hall, before looking one last time to her apartment, not to JJ, "Please let me go too" 

Emily knew that she could not turn things around, their history was what it was, what it had been. Filled with secrecy and young love, maybe fooling around, feeling in love with each other. Keeping secrets and loving in silence. It hurt them both. Emily knew that they had to end it for good, she could not defend their relationship anymore, or what was left from it. She knew that they could always count on each other, like best friends. Their relationship was doomed, everything happens for a reason, JJ was married to him. She ignored the signs, she was never the one for her. 

Jennifer watched as Emily walked away through her large hallway, leaving behind only a glass of empty wine on the table, the apartment where she spent so many nights curled with her. So many nights together secret movie nights. JJ had always been scared of loving her back how she deserved to be loved. Loving her meant having the possibility of them being real, something she could not stand in the field. She had suffered it with Will a few hours prior, if that happened to Emily and she did not make it. JJ knew that it would destroy her, that no matter the efforts of the team, they could never put her pieces back. She drove home, to a silent house she had completely forgotten about her honeymoon cancellation, the new ring on her finger, so heavy and cold, her family, so unaware of the situation. The promise she gave to her son, to her husband, two things that she broke, because she put Emily above them. Like she should have done that same afternoon. Like she should have done the moment she decided the relationship would have been solely for them. 

Emily walked away, she expected tears to follow as the taxi carried her to the next step in a new direction. On a new future that would be better for her, that she was sure it could help her heal. She was not a problem for JJ anymore, it was official, her departure time was in the ticket she bought, and as she suspected, JJ didn't come running after her. She had known it, lived it years ago, felt like her world was finally at peace she was leaving with everything solved. If only she had read the signs, appreciated the gestures, this would have not happened. London would be good for her, she was leaving DC behind, but that didn't mean that her family was going to be forgotten, they were bigger than a relationship that broke her. She could run from JJ and Will, but not from her family. Never for them. She sent the last message to Penelope before the plane could take off. Morgan had already suspected it, along with Dave and Aaron who had comforted her on her way out, with Spencer who was crying, again for losing a friend. Penelope was the only one who didn't seem to see it, she offered her an explanation of what JJ and her had once been, she had nothing more to defend or to hide. 

She was leaving, everything in the open, it was JJ's turn to explain it, if she wanted. Their story was hers to tell. Emily left her that. She changed an ending that she saw so many times. Somehow it would be just what she needed to finish off their story, one of them needed to leave. They needed space between them, and no matter how much it hurt, she was willing to be the one who left, she stepped out, they walked a thin line being together like that, it was better for their friendship. She  would contact her wherever she could, as she told JJ she was not leaving her, just leaving them behind, their conjuncted past that had brought her so much pain. This time she changed her future, walking away, learning to forgive and if she was lucky enough, to forget. Going to London meant that. Leaving everything behind her. Maybe someday she could come back. But for now this was the ending she chose. Something that she was surely going to be happy about. Emily would carry their memories with her. She was going to hold her love, until she could let it go.

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olivia crain     +     omnisexual     +     switch-dominant

theodora crain     +     lesbian     +     dominant

olivia benson     +     heterosexual     +     switch-dominant

melissa lewis     +     bisexual     +     dominant

daisy johnson     +     pansexual     +     dominant

melinda may     +     heterosexual     +     switch-dominant

ramonda     +     pansexual     +     switch-dominant

sersi     +     omnisexual     +     switch-submissive

helen sharpe     +     pansexual     +      switch-dominant

daphne kluger     +     bisexual     +     dominant

addison montgomery     +     pansexual     +     switch-dominant

alexandra grey     +     bisexual     +     switch-submissive

meredith grey     +     pansexual     +     dominant

cassandra     +     omnisexual     +     dominant

gisele braga     +     bisexual     +     switch-dominant

kendra wolfe     +     omnisexual     +     switch-dominant

paige barlow     +     lesbian     +     submissive

perrie atwell     +     pansexual     +     switch-submissive

sidney prescott     +     pansexual     +     switch-submissive

tatum riley     +     bisexual     +     submissive

amanita caplan     +     pansexual     +     switch-dominant

samantha carter     +     pansexual     +     switch-dominant

esme cullen     +     pansexual     +     submissive

morticia addams     +     omnisexual     +     switch-dominant

beth dutton     +     bisexual     +     switch-dominant

wendy beauchamp     +     omnisexual     +     dominant