#emily mf prentiss

[bau-babyg]

Right…started drawing again after like way too long…so here’s a silly little sketch up of the lesbian icon herself…

Proportions are my arch enemy, please be gentle…but I wanna post more so 🥲

[bau-babyg]

She’s looking down because I’m bout to be down between her knees- WHAT? 🫢

shes sat like that so i can sit on her lap 😋

[daemonskitty]

Sobbing violently.

[allisluv]

Hiii!! Me again (🕸️).

Just been thinking about my girl, Emily, and how she absolutely, 110%, deserves the princess treatment.

I'm talking full on bubble baths w/ rose petals and candles, having her shoes tied/zipped up for her, cuddling/kissing her while she sleeps (cause i just know that mf has insomnia, and is clingy af), the old "taking your jacket off, and putting it around her shoulders, cause it's cold out, and she forgot to bring one, to wherever you are at that point in time", having her sit on the counter and look pretty, while you cook for the both of you (like a home date night, cause working at the BAU and scheduling dates, does not mix well. also i'm sorry, but her fancy-shmancy ass, can't cook to save her life), bringing her coffee/herbal tea (cause yk, self-care. that mf cannot keep living off caffeine) and a croissant from the cafe nearest Quantico. F-ING EVERYTHING!!

Would love to know your thoughts xxx

anon its good to have you back! one thing about emily prentiss is that she is horrible at letting people take care of her. she's just got this me against the world mindset so far engraved into her head that it's hard to get rid of. so on a rare night when she's too tired to insist that she's fully capable of taking care of herself, you pull out all the stops. youve drew her a bath and left a glass of wine there for when she lands back in virgina. you make her dinner and watch reruns of old game shows while she (reluctantly) melts into the sofa.

the little things that you do dont go amiss either -- her heart swells in her chest when you bend down to fasten her laces or when you drape your leather jacket over the slope of her shoulders. she simply adores it when you make an impromptu stop by the BAU to drop in a drink or her favourite snack.

bonuses: emily's the little spoon and is super clingy after a long day at work. she loves it when you scratch her scalp; it helps her drift off.

[bau-babyg]

Dom Emily in an all black suit OMFG- IM ON MY MF KNEES 😫🧎‍♀️

Black Suit

Dom!Emily Prentiss x Sub!Fem!Reader (Smut Blurb)

Concept: After a particularly hard case, Emily takes you home and helps you unwind by showing you exactly where you belong.

Word Count: 2,900

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Warnings: the reader is part of the BAU; very minimal mentions of typical CM themes (murder/crime scenes/etc.) - the primary focus of this fic is smut; the reader character has a vagina and uses she/her pronouns; the reader and Emily are in an ongoing dom/sub relationship - this includes the background element of safewords (that are not used) and pre-discussed kink negotiation that doesn't happen during this fic; Emily is dominant and the reader is submissive; the reader kneels for Emily; mentions of subspace (but it's not directly called that in the fic); the reader wears a collar (no petplay, just as a symbol of her submission to Emily); Emily's strap-on is referred to as 'her cock' or 'her dick'; a very light hit to the face that could barely be considered a slap (not in the name of pain kink, in the name of dominance); hair pulling (reader receiving); strap-on blowjob (the reader sucks it); Emily is fully clothed and the reader is naked; slight cockwarming; strap-on sex - the reader rides Emily's strap; Emily calls the reader 'babydoll', 'doll', 'greedy slut', 'good girl', 'pathetic slut', 'stupid slut'; Mommy kink - Emily refers to herself as Mommy and the reader calls her that; finger sucking (the reader sucks on Emily's fingers); Emily is generally condescending toward the reader in this, maybe it strays into degradation kink or humiliation kink; verbal degradation; mentions of pulling on the collar - but not quite choking? and I believe that is it.

A/N: This cover is not my favourite - I love the pictures of Emily but I'm not a fan of how dark the background is on the right. This whole fic was inspired by the picture on the left - her sitting in the most beautifully gay way, so I absolutely had to include it in the fic cover. In general, I also just go nuts whenever she wears a pantsuit on screen. It makes me feral. So this was partially inspired by that.

...

“Come on. Come to Mommy.” 

Emily had a unique talent for knowing exactly what you needed at any given time. Whether it was a cup of coffee perfectly timed with your three am yawn on an all-nighter case, or her packing a throw-blanket in her go-bag so that you could have a nap on the jet - she was so in tuned with you that she seemed to know exactly what you needed, even before you did. 

Today - after a particularly hard, long haul case - what you needed was to be mindless. The stress of the victims, the haunting glow of their eyes in the crime scene photos, it was weighing on you. You needed to be her perfect, sweet toy. And she knew that the minute that the two of you got in the door. 

She had mumbled in your ear, telling you to strip as she carried both of your bags toward the bedroom. It was a quiet, but firm order that had you shivering with anticipation seconds. Already, you felt your mind melting out of your ears as you watched the wave of her black hair disappear down the hallway. 

Feeling calmed by the acts, you did as you were told. 

You stripped completely naked, and then you knelt down on the corner of the living room rug, your hands lightly placed on your thighs, your eyes completely on the floor with your head slightly bowed. It was a submissive position that Emily loved to see you in, patiently waiting like an obedient pet for her. 

Just the thought that doing this would please her already had you melting into that soft, comfortable headspace. 

It was a simple routine that already had your stressed insides melting into calmness as you did nothing but sit there holding the position, waiting for her. You listened to the sound of her heeled shoes quietly clacking across the floor, and took great interest in the fact that she hadn’t yet taken them off. 

While you held the position, not looking up, you listened carefully as she came into the room. Then, quite expectedly, she reached down and wrapped the cool leather of your collar around your neck. Being as obedient as possible, you stayed entirely still while she did it, feeling tingles of satisfaction flow through you as the collar settled onto your neck. 

This simple act finished the process of melting your brain completely, and now, you could think of nothing but Emily - nothing but Mommy, how badly you needed her. You couldn’t even bring yourself to feel shameful at the fact that there was a sticky wetness between your legs and she hadn’t even touched you yet. She had trained you well enough that just these simple acts, just the feeling of your collar around your neck made you so desperate for her touch. 

Emily then walked over to the large armchair that she had in the corner of the room. It was something she had there for reading books or enjoying TV (during the little time off between cases that the two of you had). 

Mostly, she had the elegant leather chair for moments like this. 

“Come on. Come to Mommy.” 

It was only when she spoke the words that you had your implicit permission to finally look up at her. 

She sat in the chair with her legs spread, a mighty presence in the room with her suit still on. The only difference you noticed from how she had looked for most of the day was a distinct bulge around the zipper of her pants. The idea that perhaps she had taken off her pants, put on her cock, and redressed just to appear this put together for you… it was thrilling. 

She had been paying attention when you said you liked the way she looked in the suit. It was meant to be a perfectly innocent comment when you saw the way she was dressed for the day. A simple ‘you look nice today, Em’. But she saw right through you - the lustful spark in your eye, the way you bit your lip. She knew all of your tells too well, and she knew exactly what to do with the information. Something she had been saving until now. 

You couldn’t help but to savor the pure air of dominance coming off her with the black blazer and black dress pants draped over her, her black heeled boots still on. Her black button up blouse was still on, but she had a few more of the buttons undone than before. 

This showcased the golden key necklace that sat between her breasts. It was something that you had a matching lock necklace of, but you had taken it off and tucked it away with your clothing knowing that it was going to be exchanged for your collar because you were now in the privacy of your home. 

The necklace was something you had lovingly gifted her, showing that you truly belonged to her in every way and absolutely loved it. 

“Fucking. Crawl.” 

Emily ground out the words harshly when you didn’t move fast enough for her liking. 

You had become so distracted by her gorgeous appearance, but you rushed to meet the demand when her words hit your ears. 

The sound of her voice caused goosebumps all over your skin as you were distinctly reminded of who was in charge. Reminded of why you needed her - because you went so braindead when you became lustful. You needed her to guide you in order to get what you truly wanted. 

You crawled to her, making your way to her on your hands and knees. In a very rehearsed part of the ritual, you placed your head on her thigh, looking up the length of her torso at her. You heavily enjoyed how much she towered over you while you knelt at her feet. She gently combed her fingers through your hair while she admired how sweet and submissive you looked. 

“What do you need, babydoll?” Emily asked, continuing with that firm but quiet tone that you loved so much. Something that showed her power with an epic subtlety. 

You eased your head forward until you were nuzzling at the bulge that was threatening to burst her zipper. You felt nothing but firm silicone under your nose, which caused excitement to pulse through you. 

“You.” You told her, your voice slightly breathless already. “Just need you, Mommy.” 

You looked up at her with your best pleading doe eyes, knowing that she would give you exactly what you needed without you even having to voice it. She knew you too well. And she always knew what you needed before you even did. 

Emily skimmed her knuckles along your cheek, gently prodding her thumb between your lips. In the most natural fashion, you began sucking on the digit, enjoying the feeling as she forcefully pressed it onto your tongue. 

Once again, she easily knew what you needed. 

“Such a pretty doll for me.” She hummed, clearly enjoying the sight of you on your knees for her. 

You hummed happily around her finger at the comment, and she smirked. 

“Get my cock out for me, doll.” She ordered, her beautifully calm voice making the words sound like a song. 

She gently pulled back her thumb, causing a wet smack as it suctioned from your lips and she ran the tip of it along your bottom lip. Knowing that you were likely foggy, already mushy between the ears, she gave you a light tap on the cheek with her open palm to prompt you into following her instructions. 

You grinned at this, letting out a moan as a pleasant warmth spread through you. 

You loved it when she took control over you. 

You reached up and popped the button on her pants, and the zipper practically burst open with the force of her stiff silicone cock behind it. You helped get it out nicely, almost drooling at the sight before you - her black pants stretched over her thighs where they were spread wide to accommodate you, her bright red, veined strap-on sticked out from the fly of those pants with just a bit of her dark pubic hair visible above the strap’s harness. It was so fucking beautiful that you could have cried. 

In fact, you felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes as Emily reached down and forcefully grabbed the back of your hair, guiding your head toward her dick. 

You hadn’t even realized that your mouth was open wide with your tongue lulled out, needy and panting like a dog - not until she slid her cock so perfectly into the opening. She easily stuffed one of your needy holes and made the other throb almost painfully, making you wish there were two of her so that you could be filled from both ends at the same time. 

“Such a greedy slut.” Emily chuckled. “There ya go, suck Mommy’s cock.” 

You moaned gratefully around her cock as the thickness of it stretched your jaw open and forced your tongue flat to the bottom of your mouth. Your hands naturally fell to sit on her thighs, a lovely heat on her flesh through the material of her suit. She couldn’t help but to sit back and admire you, effortlessly guiding your head up and down on her dick. You were so pliant at this point, almost ragdoll-like, your muscles like clay that needed to be shaped by her touch. 

“You gonna warm up Mommy’s cock?” Emily posed, her sweet, soothing voice causing your cunt to clench around nothing. You felt wetness smearing against your inner thighs and you definitely weren’t surprised. 

You moaned in affirmation of this, loving the feeling of your lips becoming slightly swollen and sore as she fucked your face on her dick. 

“There ya go. Good girl.” She cooed. “Need it nice and wet so you can sit on it, babydoll.” 

You moaned even louder at this, and Emily couldn’t resist any longer. 

She pulled you up, loving the way your mouth hung slack, showing the messy trail of spit from your lips to where it glistened all over her cock. 

She didn’t waste any time then. 

She quickly got you up into her lap, having you straddle her with your knees over her thighs. 

You were impressed by the fact that her suit was somehow almost perfectly pristine - her pants were barely wrinkled and her upper half didn’t look touched at all. It was something that turned you on to no end, the visual of her in that powerful suit jacket as you sat astride her. 

(This would definitely be something you thought about every single time you saw her in a suit on the job from now on.) 

She began teasing the stiff cockhead along your dripping folds - apparently all it took was a few moments of her teasing, having your mouth filled and the switch of her dominant persona electrifying the air to flood your pussy. She then used a bruising grip on your hips to pull you down onto the hard length of her cock, perfectly impaling you with it. 

You let out a harsh whimper at the feeling of being filled up by her, and Emily smirked at you in a perfectly devilish way. She felt so whole, having you as a perfect naked prize in her lap. She didn’t know how anyone else in the world could be satisfied if they couldn’t have you. (But she also knew that if anyone else tried to touch you, she would have to break their fingers at the very least.) 

You sat there for a moment, waiting for her to fuck her hips up into you - waiting for her to fuck you senseless in that perfect way that she always did. After sitting there for a moment and simply having that hardness filling you up, your pussy leaking freely around the girth of her cock (surely smearing your wetness all over the seam of her pants where her cock was poking out through) - you pouted loudly and gently bucked into her. 

Emily’s smirk only widened, and she looked ever more like the Cheshire cat. Greedy and satisfied as she leaned back in her chair, relaxing into a comfortable stance with her elbows casually resting on the large arms of the chair. She poised the nail of her first finger up to her lips, holding it tentatively between her teeth as she continued to look at you expectantly. 

“Oh, did you want my help?” She asked, pretending to be completely oblivious of your needs. 

“Yes.” You moaned out. 

Your whole body unconsciously flinched toward her, causing you to move only slightly on her cock, a deeply unfulfilling feeling. It was a harshly nagging fullness with no pay off that begged for more. 

“Yes, please, Mommy!” You added on desperately, tears clutching at the corners of your eyes. 

“Do it yourself.” She told you, her tone entirely domineering but not lifting a single decibel higher than it had to. 

She commanded the attention of your entire body and soul with such simple movements, such a calm voice. It was something that had you clenching around her fake cock and moaning deep inside your chest. 

Emily grinned at you and continued on. 

“Come on, babydoll.” She told you sweetly. “If you need it so badly, you’ll fuck yourself on my cock like a good girl.” 

Of course, you couldn’t resist such gentle dominance. You couldn’t go against her orders. 

You reached your hands out and with a subtle nod from her, you knew it was okay to grip onto the lapels of her suit jacket for support. Then, with your knees planted on either side of her thighs in the chair, you began to fuck yourself on her cock. 

After the exhaustion of the day, your body wasn’t prepared for the effort. Your hips soon started shaking and Emily watched in utter amusement as you started whining bitterly after only fucking yourself on her cock half a dozen times. She held back a delighted giggle, not wanting to mock you quite yet. She wanted to see how far you could get. 

You couldn’t keep the pace - if you were honest with yourself, you had barely even started to reach your desired pace from a lazy crawl. The more you felt jolts of pain shooting through your muscles, pure burning tiredness, the more your sounds turned into petulant whines and the tighter you gripped onto Emily’s suit jacket (wrinkling it quite a bit now). 

When you were finally reduced down to mildly humping yourself against her, grinding your hips against hers in slow, lazy strokes, Emily let out a quiet chuckle - a mocking sound that cut right through you (causing your gut to twist with pleasure). 

“You having some trouble there, doll?” Emily asked, once again putting on a tone that was playfully ignorant toward your obvious problems. 

“I - I can’t do it.” You whined out, feeling tears of frustration bubbling up in your throat. “Mommy, help me.” 

“Oh, you can’t do it?” She cooed, clearly teasing you now. “You need Mommy’s help?” 

You nodded furiously at this. 

She leaned forward and hooked a finger into your collar, yanking on it suddenly in a way that made you moan as your torso was forced to collide with hers and the thickness of her cock jostled inside of you. 

“Mommy-!” You gasped, panting against her chin now as she held you there, trapped you in tight proximity to her. 

She didn’t let you get any more words out. 

“You’re such a pathetic slut.” She scolded you harshly. 

You moaned out loudly as she held you close, keeping that one hand with a finger tucked into your collar, holding you tight to her in a way that caused an even, grounding pressure across your neck. She used the other to dig her nails into the meat of your hip, partially fucking you up and down on her cock as she words her hips into you from below. 

With her feet planted firmly on the ground, she had the perfect angle to fuck your needy pussy. 

In a moment, she had built up a harsh, but slow pace that had you aching and moaning for more. She forced you to stare her in the eyes the whole time, keeping her burning charcoal gaze on yours as she held you there, the tightness of the leather around your neck and the stiffness of her length pushing up inside of you reminding you exactly where you belonged. 

“You can’t even fuck yourself on Mommy’s cock, huh?” 

She teased, her voice becomingly slightly breathless from her efforts. It was just another thing that made you wetter - hearing her sex-worn voice, still somehow composed. 

“You need me to do everything for you, don’t you, babydoll? Need me to make all your decisions for you. Need me to do all the thinking so that your dumb little brain doesn’t even have to try.” 

Her words had your pussy fluttering around her cock, trying to milk an orgasm out of the plastic because your body needed her so badly. But that was one of the best parts - because she couldn’t feel her cock, she could fuck you for hours without the curse of overstimulation that you felt. Just another reason that she could be so composed while you fell apart. 

“Yes!” You moaned out. “Yes, Mommy!” 

“Stupid slut.” She spat the words against your lips, causing you to moan out in an utterly whorish way as she fucked into you harder. “But you love it, don’t you? You love being Mommy’s dumb slut. You love Mommy filling up your needy holes, don’t you?” 

Truthfully, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[yourlocaldisneyvillain]

personally, as a lesbian, i feel like i’d define another woman who has more masculine energy as a daddy and a woman who has more feminine energy as a mommy. it’s not necessarily tied to their style or appearance—i think i’d call emily prentiss from criminal minds daddy, because even though she appears more feminine her energy feels masculine. but then i’m not quite sure what defines feminine or masculine energy. it’s not that daddies are rougher or more dominant, because i adore fanfics about larissa weems in which she is rough and dominant, but she is totally a mommy to me (and a mf hot one at that 🥵).

idk! as with your explanation on the top/bottom, dom/sub thing, this is definitely very subjective. and to be totally honest i’m still not sure how i feel about these terms in the first place, what with their obvious connotation to parental relations. (rant over 😶) what do you think?

interesting! i guess i never thought about it much before. this is a very interesting discussion!

i mean, these terms have obvious connotations to parental relations bc they like started off as like. a fucked up kink ahhahah, and then slowly trickled into mainstream use and now i feel their meaning is much "milder" than it used to be? like it does not necessarily indicate some sort of parent kink, even though it def *can* i guess?? but uh, it says something about our collective psyche as a society, haha. freud would have a field day studying all of us. i don't really like the other stuff that comes with the mommy/daddy kink lol, like the weird parent play and shit, and like i just sorta think the terms daddy/mommy have kind of separated themselves from their original use in the kink community.

as for what makes a mommy and a daddy... idk man. i guess i would sort of agree with your definition? like i def know which female character, for example, would be daddy and which one mommy lol (imo). but i can't really explain my reasoning behind it. is it all rooted in gender stereotypes?? no idea, man! but idk, i think the whole mommy/daddy thing is sorta harmless, so there's no need to like venture too deeply into the whys haha. so yeah, i basically have nothing intelligent to say lol, and i have come to no conclusion. i think that "mommy", in my interpretation, would maybe have a slightly more soft approach, even when being super dominant. like she'd degrade you like a lady lollll, and maybe daddy would be more like, rough about it ahhaha. idk man.

(oh also. i asked some of my friends for their opinions now lol, because i am curious what they thought about my vibes, since my perception of myself is not always the best, and they all said i give off daddy vibes ahahahha. idk, i guess both would work for me lol. the mommy thing started off as a joke and now everybody calls me mommy lolllllll ashdashfdighfdas)

[enbyprentiss]

listen ik i’m a reid girl, but when is it emily’s turn?? i even search up gifs and fics for her and they’re all just spencer. give my girl the attention she deserves, shit.

[misandristgod]

i’m sorry i simply cannot comprehend the brunch scene in season 7. emily and jj are girlfriends and they r inviting their bi friend spencer out for a GAY brunch it’s simply the only explanation

[lenakluthor]

goddAMN emily prentiss just makes me fdjskfjskadl my g O D

[jockjenniferjareau]

emily prentiss makes me SO fucking sad like. this woman has really Been Through It and life just keeps hitting her in the face. leave her alone and let her heal you absolute walnuts

[booksincrime]

hotch: *hears a shot*

hotch: WHAT WAS THAT??

reid: PRENTISS SHOT AT MY COMPUTER

hotch, coming down the stairs: why the actual fuck did you do that?

emily: well, this dude was saying that he was immortal and i didn't care but then the mf started S P A R K L I N G

emily: i had to do something.

hotch, now looking at reid: YOU WERE WATCHING TWILIGHT?!?

[maschotch]

girl wtf spencer is a literal genius and most of the time he sees the case in a different perspective and set a new way for the team to see the case in… the fuck are you talking about?? for example; he literally watched days worth of cctv footage in high speed?? can google do that?? he reads reports quickly, finds new information and profiles it quickly.. can google do that?? i followed you because you made valid points about jj but this is just too far. literally you can never find another character like spencer reid because he was made to be different than others. hotch is EASILY replaced. and emily prentiss and derek morgan proved that. so i don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. mf woke up and said “how can i be different than others🥺”

lmao. ok

[youngdumbamericanteen]

hello i present to you a few conversations im 100% sure went down in the bau groupchat (with the elite 7)

penelope garcia has added emily prentiss, spencer reid, Aaron Hotchner, derek morgan, jennifer jareau, and david rossi to the chat

penelope garcia has changed the chat name to bau baddies

penelope garcia: i told you i’d make a groupchat!

derek morgan: babygirl is now really the time?

Aaron Hotchner: Garcia, we’re suiting up for a tactical infiltration. Please do this at another time.

emily prentiss: of course hotch texts with perfect grammar

jennifer jareau: his name is capitalized. how did he even do that?

penelope garcia: does hotch not text you emily?

emily prentiss: take a wild guess

spencer reid: Is this always going to make my phone buzz like this? I don’t like it.

david rossi: im begging u all to stfu

jennifer jareau: i forgot rossi is a gamer

Aaron Hotcher: We’re going in now, if any of you care.

penelope garcia: be safe guys!!!!

-

papa rossi: whichever one of you mfs swapped my tomato sauce is going to get listed as a victim of our next unsub

princess: whatsa wrong? isa your MAHrinAHra disturbed?

jj: emily youre actually going to get yourself killed

Sir Hotch: You’re all supposed to be working you know.

goddess: its our lunch break!

papa rossi: and mine has been ruined

chocolate thunder: hey reid whats the difference between the two sauces

babie: You could just look it up you know.

chocolate thunder: this is more fun

Sir Hotch: Whichever one of you made Reid start yelling out ingredients is taking my place at the next budget meeting.

chocolate thunder: ooohh someones in trouble

chocolate thunder: oh wait shit its me

princess: HAHA

jj: you have to deal with straussssss

babie: Perhaps Rossi can make sure she’s in a good mood first.

princess: ...

jj: I-

goddess: spencer i told you WE DONT KNOW ABOUT IT

chocolate thunder: im not sure whos out of whos league here

papa rossi: just for that i wont

papa rossi: bitch

Sir Hotch: Prentiss, control your hyena laugh. I can hear it through my closed door.

-

babie: The bartender said that all the victims “listened to girl in red”, do any of you know what that means?

princess: i love that band

goddess: im fucingdshj-

goddess: its a band lesbians listen to

babie: So the victims were lesbians. Maybe it's a hate crime?

chocolate thunder: are we just gonna brush over prentiss or

Sir Hotch: Morgan, what kind of profiler are you?

papa rossi: i knew from the second i met her

jj: so did i

babie: I did as well.

goddess: you saw her old bangs right?

jj: and her high school pictures?

chocolate thunder: reid and jj dont count, yall have that gay radar shit. hotch and rossi im not even gonna start on. penelope is the oracle of all knowledge so she also doesnt count.

chocolate thunder: ...ok maybe i was a little oblivious

Sir Hotch: A little?

princess: face it derek

princess: you have shit gaydar

-

babie: Emily just got hit by a car!

princess: im fine

chocolate thunder: how are you fine?

princess: tis but a flesh wound

jj: if you fake your death again you wont ever have to flirt with another unsub

princess: ...

princess: hotch get the coffin

goddess: i cant keep secrets you guys know that!

jj: spence youre in the know this time so you cant be all mad about it ok?

babie: I was completely reasonable last time.

Sir Hotch: If you die in a car accident you have to pay for your own funeral.

princess: shit

papa rossi: before you ask, no.

chocolate thunder: oh thats cold

[qslovebot]

Dating the BAU: Blurbs/Imagine

What dating the members of the BAU would be like, as headcanoned by me and some bits- obviously taken from the screen.

Both women and men of the BAU are present here. Minus Rossi and Gideon, because even my daddy issues can't bring me to imagine being with... *gag* them.

A/N: IDK how to write small things, I'm sorry, okay?

Derek mf Morgan:

He's a teddy bear when alone with you, of course. Ladies' man, brings the classic chocolates and flowers on dates and on Valentines day, he will SPOIL YOU FILTHY. You'd probably joke about him with Penelope and he calls you 'babygirl'. Alone, it's fine, but when you're with Garcia and you both answer, it makes for a great laugh. He's very protective and does what he can to ensure your safety and comfort.

Emily Prentiss:

She probably broods a lot before admitting she likes you. Watches from afar, secretly smiles. Sometimes, you catch her smiling and she turns away entirely. When dating, she is sweet when alone and a little colder when with you in front of her coworkers. That will change over time, but she's not super into the PDA. She likes to play with your hair and makes tea whenever you seem stressed. Knows how to take care of you and is strict with anyone who looks at you the wrong way.

Penelope Garcia:

Total goofball. Movie references fly left and right on dates and in conversation. She's surprisingly good at Urkel impressions... Whenever you come over, she always tries to tidy up a little but gets distracted. Loves ordering Chinese takeout and watching Rom Coms, she probably makes you watch Twilight until you have the entire saga memorized. Very touchy at work and makes small snarky and suggestive comments when she probably shouldn't, but she's very loyal and cares deeply for you.

Spencer Reid:

This man stumbles over his words until late in the relationship because he always thinks you're so stunning. He makes sure you know it, too, always telling you how many people have said beauty is a concept made up in one's mind and beauty comes in all forms and you are in fact... his form. Sometimes he gets a little insecure about his job, his sex performance, his body, his habits, but you assure him that he is perfect just as he always assures you. He talks your ear off sometimes about his favourite shows and books, but truly, you don't mind. He loves to hold your hand when out anywhere, or just at home on the couch. He remembers every little thing and uses it to surprise you sometimes with small offerings. Often gives shoulder kisses and small, straight-lipped smiles. He reads you to sleep sometimes and just sits there and admires how truly lucky he is to be yours.

Aaron Hotchner:

Very dark and dismal when in public places, but becomes lighter and happier when with you. You lighten up his room, make his day when you bring him coffee at work. You miss him on cases, but when he comes home he always brings a long kiss and a warm smile. It surprises his team to see him so happy with you, but they sort of like it. He can be very protective, sometimes refusing to bring you to events in case of danger. Not super into PDA but will go for a hug whenever he feels like it, with strong hands and unfurrowed eyebrows.

JJ:

Sweet, loving, thoughtful. Afraid of love at first, but she commits to you truly and is all for everything. Kisses you goodbye every time you leave, no matter who is watching. Tells you all about her day and then lets you rant to her about yours. She listens to every word. She really loves smiling through kisses and she's always so bubbly around you. Goes all out on your birthday and anniversaries and invests as much time as she can into spending it with you.

[leftoverenvy]

Bestie you good? This is hardly your usual level of completely unhinged for Emily Prentiss. /t

lmaoooo this is so funny to me because my first thought before I hit post was "I wonder if anyone can tell how tired I am when I don't even have the energy to freak out in tags" lmao. You just so get me! Ready for this mf test to be over. I know you can relate lol

in other news, I LOVE YOU SO BAD 💛💛

[ellcsgreenaway]

EMILY MF PRENTISS JUST SAID THE QUOTE AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODE IM GOING TO SOB