#emily prentiss in RED.

[serenityofwitches]

this is what keeps me going every single day. btw.

[luthqrs]

EMILY PRENTISS in CRIMINAL MINDS 3x03 | 'Scared to Death'

[flaminghotjareau]

i will never get over her in this scene

[widowinthealps011]

whatever she wants. and i mean whatever.

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

JJ: I can’t come into work today, really sorry.

HOTCH: Why not?

JJ: *sends him these*

HOTCH: …

HOTCH: *sighs* Fair enough.

[redhoodie1723]

i have more,,, pls do u y’all want to see more

edit: part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 8

[cosmichymns]

Not beta read. All spelling errors are mine. On AO3.

When Two Halves Split

You and Emily walked into your shared high rise DuPont Circle apartment after landing back in Quantico about 50 minutes ago with used go-bags that got dropped unceremoniously by the front door. You were tired, sore, embarrassed, and still felt dirty. You could sense Emily was tense, with worry still etched in every line of her face.

You hadn’t meant to be so careless but over the past year, since Emily had become Unit Section Chief, it had been sinisterly creeping up on you. It started with little things like volunteering for more physical roles along the likes of Morgan and Alvez. Your strength had never been an issue. Then it graduated to losing your cool with the local police force much easier than your normally calm and collected temperament usually allowed. Within the past six months it had escalated to charging into potentially dangerous buildings without waiting for backup or clearing scenes. It had gotten to the point that even Rossi, your more physically and emotionally reckless boss, had to pull you aside a few times.

“Can I run you a shower, love?” The low timbre of Emily’s voice rolled through your body, causing you to snap out of your reverie.

Without looking to her, you shook your head while making your way to the kitchen for a glass of wine. You poured two glasses but leaned against the counter, facing Emily, taking a few sips before walking to your wife and handing her the other glass. She accepted it, took a small sip, and continued to study you.

“Thank you,” she murmured, holding the glass with two hands and allowing her fingers to tap along the side. “Just let me help you wash your hair. There’s still a but of dirt in your hair.” You let her run a cool hand through your loose auburn curls, proving her point as a small clump fell to your shoulder.

Dirt. The dirt was everywhere but that’s what happens when an unsub attempts to bury you alive and then when you struggle, shoots the disturbed earth, grazing the side of your deltoid. It still stung. Thankfully it only needed a few stitches. Just another scar for the book, you had thought as Alvez’s hands dug you out of the earth. JJ had called Emily right away, as she always did when you inevitably made a shit choice, and your wife arrived halfway across the country in record time.

You sighed, giving in and knowing she was right with a small forced smile. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Emily let her hand carefully run from your hair, over your good shoulder, down your arms until she found your hand, and fingers interlaced. She led you across the stylish yet homey apartment to the en-suite master bathroom. She sipped her wine as she turned on the tap and her fingers tested the temperature. You stood there awkwardly, watching her as she bent over to test it again.

“Do you need help, hmm?” Emily asked, setting down her now empty glass and turning to you. She made no move until you answered.

“Please?” You answered, suddenly feeling overwhelmingly needy and small.

Emily hummed quietly in response as she took your glass and started to delicately unbuttoned your shirt. You looked down, watching her recently picked at fingers remove layer by filthy layer. You instantly felt a pang of guilt at the sight of her pale, long digits. They looked fresh and not filled scabbed over and knew you were the cause. You sighed again and closed your eyes to avoid seeing the damage you caused.

Before you knew it, you were both under the spray of hot water. The bathroom lights were dimmed, a few candles lit along the windowsill, and Emily had secured a waterproof bandage over your stitched up muscle. Her hands were dotingly massaging your scalp with your favorite peony scented shampoo. Your hands clung tightly to her shapely waist, letting her care for you.

You had missed her physical presence of this last case, as well as the past four others. You missed sharing a hotel room for as many hours as the team could spare before getting up to do it all over again. JJ had offered to share a room while you but you had declined politely each time.

“Y/n?” Emily questioned softly, the inflection sounding like it wasn’t the first time she had quietly called your name. “Sweet girl?” Her fingers so gently lifted your chin up so your eyes met.

“Yes? I’m sorry… I was just…” you let your explanation trail off. She already knew.

“Sit for me?” Her fingers were carding through your clean, wet hair, coaxing you into the present.

“I think I’m done.”

“Y/n, please humor me.”

“Emily, I just want to…”

“Sit.”

The assertive tone in her voice sent a shiver down your spine, your body knowing what it meant. You looked up at her, immediately searching her face for any type of annoyance, and finding none. Knowing it was a 50/50 shot, your subconscious chose defiance as you set your jaw. She raised a greying eyebrow, a silent warning. You knew she always made good on punishments regarding your bratty behavior.

You stifled a huff, never broke eye contact, and slowly took your time sitting down in the tub, which you didn’t realize was now half full of steaming water. You had no idea why you were challenging her over the most minuscule things, especially when she was only trying to help. Trying your wife at this juncture was in no way an intelligent choice. Saying nothing, Emily held your gaze for a few moments more than necessary while standing tall above you then sat behind you, pulling you to her bare chest.

Over the course of ten minutes you sink into her embrace, melting your body into hers, as she gently kisses under your ear and partially down your neck. The kisses aren’t insistent or pushy. They’re soothing and full of affection. Unexpectedly, your eyes start to burn and fill with scorching tears of embarrassment and confusion. She shushes you tenderly as you turn your head to the side, visualizing her out of one blurry eye. She brings a hand up and rests it above a breast, anchoring your body to hers. She kisses along your cheekbone up to the corner of your eye as angry tears finally give way.

“Oh, my sweet love,” Emily murmurs with a quiet devotion.

Emily doesn’t attempt to dispel your tears. She doesn’t downplay or ignore them. She also doesn’t try to rationalize them. You lean your face into the crook of her warm neck as you close your eyes, trying to assuage your emotions. Emily gently runs her free hand over your good arm patiently.

“I don’t know why.” You say softly once your breathing has evened out.

“Why what, love?”

“Why I’m so… so reckless. So stupid. It’s just gotten worse and… thoughtless. Impetuous. That’s not who I am but…” You shake your head roughly, pulling yourself from the mold your body has made against her. She lets you.

“Hmmm…” Emily just hums, leaning her head against the edge of the deep clawfoot tub but keeping eye contact with you.

“I don’t want anything dangerous to happen to me but it almost always does because I’m so… untethered.”

“And why is that, do you think?”

You turn in the tub to face Emily, your legs finding their way around her hips and behind her back. She pulls you into her lap, hands on your waist. The dim flickers of the candle throw dancing shadows across her face. You try not to look to closely at her ever deepening worry lines, some which you know for a fact you have caused. You run a thumb tenderly back and forth along the fine crows feet lines that extend from the corner of her eyes like a burst of sunlight. She smiles, dimples popping, at your loving gesture.

“It hasn’t been the same for a while.”

“Since I’ve become Section Chief?” she ventures.

You think on it for a moment. “Actually, yes.” You looked at her questioningly but she doesn’t elaborate, just studies you carefully. “I know you’re only a phone call away and in most cases you and Garcia are a reliable, steady stream through our ear pieces but…” You pause. “It’s not the same.”

Emily nods encouragingly, her brows furrowing slightly as your thumb slows to a stop. She thinks she knows where you’re going with this because it’s something that she’s keenly aware of on her end.

“I miss your presence,” you continue. “Your physical presence. We used to be paired together so often when you were a field agent… but this is by no means your fault.” You added the last part quickly. “I just feel a bit…”

“Unstable.” Emily finishes the sentence knowingly, chewing on the inside of her cheek and letting her dark eyes drift to the ceiling.

“Mmhmm”, you hum in acquiescence. “I don’t want you to feel bad or guilty or like you caused this because in no means-“ You cup your hands around both cheeks, gently tilting her head down to meet your eyes. “-your fault in the least. I need you to understand that. I feel so silly for acting out subconsciously like a petulant teenager whose frontal lobe isn’t fully formed. At least they have an excuse.”

Emily is silent for a moment, as if she’s not sure she should say what she’s thinking. You don’t push but instead run you thumbs delicately over her high and sharp bone structure. Without realizing it, your eyes have dropped to her lips while you lick yours in anticipation of her voice. She notices right off the bat and smiles sweetly, leaning forward and placing a chaste kiss on your lips as you sigh.

“I’ve asked JJ to watch over you more but that doesn’t appeared to have helped much,” Emily finally says.

“And I’ve asked Garcia about you…”

At this you both share a quiet laugh. Everything about this woman is addicting. Her lips, her eyes, her laugh…

“I can’t have you hurting yourself because you miss me though, Y/n. It’s not fair to either of us or the team. Can you honestly say you can get this under control?”

You sigh again, sliding down her body just a touch so you’re able to rest your head on her chest, right under her chin. She extends her neck back a bit, giving you more room to get comfortable. You run your pruned fingers down her strong, lightly muscled arm, worrying your bottom lip with your teeth.

“It’s never on purpose. Like I don’t plan to go into the field and fuck around and find out with an unsub. It’s hard to control my environment and without a doubt count on the rest of the team like I did with you. I never thought I would become this needy, clingy partner. I had always despised and even looked down on it… but feeling your warm skin on mine, your strong heartbeat in my ear…” You take a shaky breath, your eyes starting to burn again. Nothing you’re saying feels like it’s making the least bit of sense. “It is the epitome of everything. You’re everything. I was spoiled to work with you as much as I did and I need to realize it can’t always be like that. I have to-“ You scrunch up your nose. “-share you.”

You feel Emily stifle a small giggle underneath you and rub her own pruned fingers along your spine and over your hips. She was waiting for an answer.

“I’ll… I’ll talk to Employee Health, I suppose but I feel like I would be able to work through it on my own.”

The second the sentence slipped from your mouth your light eyes met her dark ones, assessing and reassessing. “We can try whatever you want to, my love. I’ve been considering making my presence more known in the field as well. I didn’t realize how much I would miss it. And miss you too.”

The two of you relaxed in the expensive bath for a few more minutes before drying off, redressing with Emily checking your injury, and wandered into the bedroom. Once the both of you were settled and cuddling in bed, your head once again on Emily’s chest and your injured shoulder facing the ceiling, your eyes drift slowly closed.

“We still have yet to talk about that little defiant stunt in the bathroom…” Emily’s low voice broke the comfortable silence with a tinge of playfulness.

‘Oh no…’, you thought

[isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq]

Funny how whenever it comes to a wlw ship ppl always have a valid reason as to why we can't ship two women. Or a canon fact as to why we can't ship a certain ship. It never fails. 

"You can't ship swanqueen bc Regina is Emma's grandma (she is not) / they are canonically straight" 

"You can't ship bishova bc in the comics Yelena is aroace" 

"You can't ship supercorp bc Kara loves Mon-el / they are both straight" 

"You can't ship redbeauty bc belle and rumple are true love" 

"You can't ship wandanat bc Wanda and Natasha are straight and Wanda loves Vision / they are both straight" 

"You can't ship jemily bc JJ is married and straight" 

"you can't ship elmax because El loves Mike and Max loves Lucas / they are both straight"

"you can't ship ronance because Nancy loves Jonathan and is in a relationship with him and she's straight"

Honestly, the list is endless. 

It doesn't matter what we ship, it won't change your dear comic, or show, or movie canon. 

It's funny how their argument usually is that we shipping those ships - and many others - will erase their canon / representation or whatever, but they don't think twice before wanting to erase ours.

They have no right at all to tell us what we can or cannot ship. 

Being in fandom should be fun, something to connect with others who like the same thing as we, not a fucking war all the time about everything

Shipping swanqueen won't change the canon that Emma married Killian

Shipping redbeauty won't change the canon that belle stayed with rumple until the end

Shipping supercorp won't change the fact that Kara loves Mon-el

Shipping bishova won't change the fact that in comics Yelena is aroace

Shipping wandanat won't change the fact that Wanda loves Vision

Shipping jemily won't change the fact that JJ married Will and have 2 kids with him

There's no reason other than lesbophobia to attack every wlw ship so much all the time. It doesn't matter what your "excuse" is

[justherebcofreadingfanfic]

I see red oh red oh...oh my😫

[lusecretroom]

Hotch’s pov:

[emilys-bangs]

Cannot reiterate enough how much Emily is not a long nails girly… she’s an anxiety girly and as a result has absolutely destroyed nails and cuticles, and when she does learn to break the habit, she still keeps them short.

[emily12o1970]

You can't tell me that these 3 women don't give the same vibes.

[luthqrs]

"There goes my sin to win weekend in Atlantic City" "Sin to win?" "Yeah... and I always win big." EMILY PRENTISS in CRIMINAL MINDS 5x20 | '...A Thousand Words'

[slowburnwonderland]

[vhyunjinverse]

RED (pt. 1) part 2 here

gn!reader x Emily Prentiss (18+)

summary: Emily reminds you on where you stand in your relationship.

warnings: dom!emily, sub!reader, teasing, hair pulling, Emily’s red tank top…ugh

“You know what I don’t understand? How someone with such a chatty mouth has absolutely nothing to say when it comes down to this sort of thing.”

You glance up at Emily as best as she allowed you to. Your hair in which she gripped on, was tugged. She wore a smirk while she stared down at you. Your sex throbbed, god you loved her.

“Well, go on. What are you waiting for?” The tip of her foot taps your bare thigh. She sat in front of you while you were on your knees. Her nipples hard and waiting through the red of her tank top. You loved it when she wore red. It was her color after all. It turned you on, and she knew that, she also used it against you often.

How she would take you on the jet when no one paid attention…How she’d finger herself while she wore that red tank top in the hotel rooms you’d share on cases. Hell- she’d even send videos, always expecting something in return.

So when she gave you that warning look today after you argued at work you knew it was coming- this: Her legs spread wide open while her blue panties sitting perfectly on her hips, soaking from the core. Teasing you, showing you your place in your relationship.

Her hair messily fanning over her shoulders. You took a breath, leaning forward to kiss her thighs, your tongue darting out to lick afterwards. You groan softly, feeling her fingers message your scalp. She shifted just a bit, her legs spreading out further while one hiked upon your shoulder. There was a large dark spot in the center of her light blue panties. You swallowed, hungry.

“Now, you want to tell me what that was about today?” As you neared her sex she pulls your head back, making you groan. You stared down at you, expressionless. “You argued with me today-“

“I said I was sorry-“

“I didn’t give you permission to speak, did I?” She then chuckles, scooting closer to the edge of where she sat. You could smell her arousal. “Emily..” you breathed, looking at her with those desperate..desperate eyes. “please.” you whined, making her hum. “You’re talking much more nicely than you were earlier..” She slid up, her clothed sex resting against your nose. She stared down at you, smiling. “What, you can’t move my panties to the side yourself? Oh right…”

You mentally grumbled to yourself. Fucking hell. You were cuffed. “Em..please I’m sorry.”

“So you’ve said,” She lets your hair go, your face falling just inches away from her sex. She slides her panties to the side, immediately picking your hair back up afterwards. “Now, be a good little slut and eat me like I know you can.”

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

This photo gives me ‘90s teen stoner Emily Prentiss’ vibes. Like, imagine her saying “Far out, dude,” in a dopey voice. 💯