#emily prentiss vampire

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Midnight Cravings

Emily Prentiss isn’t just hauntingly beautiful—she’s a vampire, her allure both deadly and irresistible. As the night deepens, you’ll be forced to face the choice of whether to fight the pull or fall into her dark embrace. Emily Prentiss x fem!reader TW: smut, vampirism, blood/blood play (i mean she's a vampire), fear/power dynamics, 18+ only

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The warm summer breeze stirred the thin curtains by the window, making them billow softly in the night air. The open window, four stories high, had always felt like a promise of safety, far too high for anyone to intrude. The city sounds outside were distant, muffled by the height and the gentle hum of nightfall. Stars glittered above, tiny points of light dotting the sky, as the gentle rhythm of your breathing matched the sway of the breeze. Your beige silk nightdress clung lightly to your form, the fabric smooth against your skin, lulling you deeper into slumber.

A shadow moved across the moonlit room.

It slipped in with the breeze silently, predatory, yet graceful. The dark figure paused at the foot of your bed, surveying you with a gaze that pierced the darkness. There was an unsettling stillness, a quiet that felt too purposeful for this calm night.

Watchful eyes lingered on the young woman before her, tracing the slow, steady rhythm of her breathing. Each rise and fall of your chest was measured, undisturbed, the peaceful cadence of someone who had no reason to believe they were being watched. The night air carried the soft scent of your skin, warm and inviting, tinged with the faint sweetness of sleep.

The sheets had slipped low on your body, gathering at your waist, revealing the delicate silk of your nightdress. The fabric clung to you, a whisper of beige against your skin, offering a tantalizing glimpse of bare shoulders, the gentle curve of the top of your breasts. You shifted slightly, a sigh escaping your parted lips, and she felt it then: the slow, unhurried beat of your heart. A rhythm so achingly steady, so unaware of the danger that loomed just beyond the veil of sleep.

She listened, enraptured. The blood pulsing beneath your skin called to her, a song too sweet to ignore. But she did not move…yet. Instead, she watched. Memorizing the way your lashes fluttered faintly against your cheeks, the way your fingers curled loosely into the fabric of your sheets, the way warmth radiated from every inch of you, so blissfully alive.

Then, finally, she acted.

Cool, featherlight fingers brushed along your arm, sending an electric shiver down your spine. The touch was deliberate, as though savoring every inch of skin they grazed. Your brow furrowed in sleep, caught in that liminal space between dream and waking. Another stroke—this time along the curve of your jaw. Soft. Intimate. Icy cold.

Your eyes shot open.

Your heart pounded wildly, slamming against your ribs as though it were trying to break free. The world was a blur at first, a hazy melding of shadows and moonlight. And then, standing above you, silhouetted against the silvery light streaming in through the window, was a woman.

No, not just any woman. Her presence was both haunting and alluring, as though she had stepped out of a nightmare, or perhaps... a dream.

Her sharp features were framed by jet-black hair that fell straight down to her shoulders, cascading like liquid night. Her lips, painted a deep crimson, curved into a mischievous smirk that sent a thrill of fear and something darker through you. But it was her eyes that captured you—dark, almost black, like bottomless pits that could swallow you whole. They glittered with an unnatural intensity, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that they saw straight through to your soul, stripping away any illusion of safety.

In your dazed panic, you scrambled back, clutching the sheets to your chest in a desperate attempt to shield yourself. You pressed your back against the headboard, the cold metallic surface biting into your skin as your breath came in short, frantic gasps.

Her smirk deepened as she watched you, clearly amused by your reaction. Her gaze flicked briefly to your trembling hands, gripping the fabric for dear life, and then back to your face. She moved slowly, purposefully, every step a calculated grace as if she were the predator and you her prey, cornered, vulnerable.

Her outfit was striking, as if she had walked straight out of a dark fantasy. A low-cut black blouse clung to her body, highlighting the pale skin that glowed faintly in the moonlight. Her pants were flared, cinched at her waist with a large, chunky belt, the off-center buckle gleaming with a metallic sheen. Black heeled boots added to her height, making her seem even more imposing as she stood at the edge of your bed, the embodiment of dangerous elegance.

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost," she teased, her voice low and smooth, like velvet draped in shadows. Her lips quirked in a half-smile, revealing just the faintest hint of sharp teeth behind them.

Your heart raced even faster, too fast, you realized, as her expression shifted slightly, her eyes darkening with a predatory glint. She could hear your frantic heartbeat, the pulse of your blood rushing through your veins. You could almost feel the pull, the way her gaze lingered on your throat, on the subtle rise and fall of your chest as you struggled to control your breathing.

"Relax," she cooed, her voice almost soothing, if not for the dangerous edge beneath it. "If I wanted to hurt you, don’t you think I would’ve done it already?"

Her words were laced with sarcasm, but there was something else too, an odd sort of gentleness, as though she was trying to calm you despite the terror she was causing. The contradiction left you even more confused, your mind racing to catch up with the impossibility of the situation.

Who was she? And how had she even gotten into your apartment?

You swallowed hard, throat dry. Your voice came out barely above a whisper, small and trembling.

"Who... who are you?" you managed to stammer.

"Emily," she said simply. She took a slow, deliberate step forward, her eyes never leaving yours. Carefully, she sat down at the edge of your bed.

"You know," she continued, shifting slightly on the mattress with that same predatory grace, "you really shouldn’t leave your windows open at night. It makes you an easy target." Her fingers reached out again, tracing along your jawline, featherlight and icy cold, just as before. "Especially for someone like me."

The implication hung in the air between you. The silence between you was suffocating, thick with tension and the rapid beat of your heart. Emily watched you with an eerie stillness, her dark eyes fixed on you as if she were savoring every second of your fear. The moonlight bathed her in silver, accentuating the sharp planes of her face, the curve of her lips still curled into that damned smirk.

"W-What are you?"

Emily exhaled a soft, amused breath, tilting her head slightly, almost as if she was delighted by your question. Her fingers drummed idly against her knee before she leaned forward, her tone dropping to something rich and velvety.

"That’s the fun part, isn’t it?" she mused. "Figuring it out. Rationalizing it. Convincing yourself you’re dreaming." Her smirk widened as she watched the way your chest rose and fell too quickly, your mind scrambling for any reasonable explanation for what was happening. "I bet you're already trying to convince yourself I’m just some hallucination. Some fever dream brought on by the summer heat."

You didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Her voice lowered further, almost a whisper. "But I’m not, sweetheart."

You shivered.

Emily shifted slightly, her blouse slipping just enough to expose more of her neckline, her skin ghostly pale under the moonlight. Her lips parted slightly, just enough for you to glimpse what you’d been dreading to see—fangs. Sharp, gleaming, predatory.

She let you take it in, let you process the realization that sat like ice in your veins. Then, with that same easy confidence, she leaned back, resting her weight on her hands.

"I’m a vampire."

The words settled in your chest like a stone. Your body screamed at you to move, to do something, but you were locked in place, unable to comprehend the reality of what was sitting at the foot of your bed.

Emily hummed, watching the fear flicker in your eyes. "Ah, there it is," she mused. "That little moment of hesitation. When your brain finally catches up to what your gut already knew."

Your fingers tightened in the silk sheets.

Emily sighed dramatically, tilting her head. "You humans always do this. The denial. The fear. The ‘this can’t be real’ nonsense." She rolled her eyes. "It’s cute, really."

Your gaze flickered toward your bedroom door, your mind racing, thoughts spiraling into frantic calculations. The door was only a few feet away—if you moved quickly enough, if you pushed past the lingering haze of fear locking your limbs in place, maybe, just maybe you could make it.

But then—

A quiet, knowing tsk. It sliced through the silence like a blade, sharp and deliberate, and your entire body locked up on instinct.

"Uh-uh," Emily drawled, shaking her head in mock disappointment, her dark eyes glittering with amusement. "I wouldn’t try that if I were you."

Your pulse pounded against your throat, your breathing uneven as you forced yourself to meet her gaze. She was smirking. Like she already knew exactly what you were thinking. Like she had known before you had even realized it yourself.

Emily sighed, the sound almost fond, as if she found your attempt at escape nothing more than an endearing little game.

"Not that I don’t enjoy a good chase," she mused, tilting her head as though she were considering the idea, her black hair cascading over one shoulder. "But let’s be honest, sweetheart." She leaned in slightly, just enough for the weight of her presence to press down on you again, her voice dropping to something slower, more teasing. "You wouldn’t even make it two steps before I caught you."

The words sent a chill racing through your spine, but it wasn’t just fear that made your breath hitch.

Emily watched your reaction, her smirk deepening as she lifted a hand, dragging one cool finger down the column of your throat, tracing the frantic pulse beneath your skin.

"Oh, sweetheart." Her voice was a purr, soaked in amusement. "You know I’m right, don’t you?"

Your breathing turned shallow, chest rising and falling rapidly. Your mind screamed at you to move. Run. Do something. But your body—your traitorous, betraying body—remained frozen beneath her.

Emily sighed again, tapping a single finger against your throat as if in thought, her touch featherlight, teasing. "What’s it gonna be, sweetheart?" she murmured. "Freeze up like a deer in headlights?" She paused, eyes glinting with something wicked. "Or—"

Before she could finish, you lunged.

Your body moved on instinct, pushing past the fear as you threw yourself out of bed, feet hitting the floor in a frantic dash toward the door. You didn’t look back, you couldn’t. You just focused on the doorknob, on the sliver of hope that you could make it out.

And then…

She was there.

Emily blocked the doorway effortlessly, her back against the wood, arms crossed, a cocky grin stretched across her lips.

"Told you so," she quipped, amused.

Your stomach dropped.

You barely had a second to react before you tried again, pushing off your heels, determined to get past her. But suddenly the world tilted. A blur of motion, a rush of cool air, and before you could even comprehend what was happening, you were flat on your back on your bed, the impact knocking the breath from your lungs.

Emily was above you, straddling your waist, her strong hands pinning your wrists above your head against the mattress. The world had tilted in the blink of an eye; one moment you were scrambling back, and the next, she was on top of you, her inhuman speed turning everything into a dizzying blur. Your vision spun as you gasped for air, your chest rising and falling erratically beneath the weight of her presence.

Her thighs, clad in smooth black fabric, pressed firmly against your bare legs. The soft material of her flared pants brushed against your skin with every slight movement, the contrast between her cool body and your warmth sending a sharp jolt of sensation through you. Her weight settled just above your thighs; not fully crushing, but heavy enough to leave no doubt that you were trapped beneath her.

The low-cut blouse she wore dipped dangerously close to your face, revealing the pale expanse of her collarbone and her décolletage. The scent of something faintly sweet and dark clung to her, a mix of leather, faint perfume, and something far more primal. Her grip on your wrists was firm, her fingers cool and unyielding against your skin, but not painful, just enough to remind you of her strength, her control.

Every breath you took pressed your body closer against her, and you were suddenly acutely aware of how stark the contrast between you was—warmth against ice, breathless fear against unwavering composure.

Above you, Emily watched with dark, unreadable eyes, her smirk deepening as she took in the way your body responded to hers. She smirked down at you, clearly pleased with herself. "You really should listen when I give you advice," she teased. "Would save you the trouble."

Your heart slammed against your ribs, your breathing uneven as you stared up at her, utterly trapped beneath her weight. Your voice was barely more than a whisper when you finally managed to speak, raw and uneven. “What… do you want?”

Emily didn’t answer right away. She watched you, her expression unreadable, but something in her eyes deepened. A flicker of something darker, something ancient and hungry. A chill crawled up your spine under the weight of that gaze, the realization settling in your bones that she was in no rush. She was savoring this.

Then, finally, she spoke, her voice smooth as silk, rich as wine.

“Blood.”

The single word sent a violent shudder through you. Your breath hitched, your body tensing instinctively beneath her.

“Your blood.”

Emily tilted her head, watching the way your throat bobbed when you swallowed, the slight tremor in your limbs, the way your pulse fluttered beneath her grip like a caged bird. Her fingers, still pinning your wrists above your head, loosened just slightly—not enough to free you, but enough to make you wonder if she was offering you the illusion of control.

“Relax,” she murmured, her tone softer now, almost soothing. “I don’t take anything that isn’t offered.”

Your brows knitted together in confusion, uncertainty flickering in your gaze. She was toying with you, testing the way you reacted to every word, every movement.

“Oh, don’t look so surprised,” she mused, her voice carrying the weight of amusement. “I may be a vampire, but I have standards.”

Her grip on one wrist loosened fully, only to have both of your wrists pinned from the other hand. Her freed hand trailed down your forearm with a featherlight touch. Fingertips, cool and deliberate, ghosted along your pulse point, tracing the rhythm of your racing heartbeat.

“I don’t steal,” she continued, her fingers dancing along the inside of your wrist, her touch teasing. “I ask.”

Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

Emily leaned in closer, the press of her body against yours sending a sharp, dizzying jolt through you. Her breath brushed over your skin, impossibly cool against the heat pooling in your chest, your throat. The scent of her filled the space between you.

“And you’d be amazed,” she whispered, her voice dipping into something lower, something sinfully smooth, “at how many people are willing to say yes… when asked the right way.”

Your pulse pounded against her fingers.

And Emily?

She smiled.

Your heartbeat was deafening. It filled the room, filled your head, thrumming wildly in your chest like something caged, something desperate to escape. But it wasn’t just fear keeping it frantic—it was something else, something darker. Something you weren’t ready to name.

Above you, Emily stilled, her lips parting slightly. Her head tilted, as if listening to something only she could hear. Her dark eyes glittered, sharp with amusement.

"God," she murmured, voice low, sultry, dragging over your skin like silk. "Your heartbeat is so loud."

Your breath hitched, and her gaze flicked down, tracking the movement of your throat as you swallowed. Her smirk deepened. And then her fingers, those cool, featherlight fingers that had first woken you, moved again. They slid from your wrist, gliding along the soft skin of your arm slowly, savoring the sensation. Your skin prickled in response, goosebumps rising in the wake of her touch. And then lower, along your collarbone, where she lingered, pressing the faintest amount of pressure against you.

Then, with a slow, wicked sort of curiosity, she let her fingers drift lower following the delicate curve of your nightdress’s neckline, her cold fingers skimming over the swell of your breasts, until two of them rested right over your heart.

You gasped, barely audible, but she heard it. She felt the way your heartbeat leapt beneath her fingertips, pounding violently against your ribs.

Emily hummed, her gaze drinking in every little reaction, every shiver, every involuntary movement. "Tell me," she mused, tilting her head, studying you like something fascinating. "Is it fear that makes your pulse race like this?" Her fingers moved again, trailing lightly over your breasts again and up to the column of your throat, as if tracing the very path her fangs could take. "Or is it something else?"

Your body betrayed you before you could even think of an answer—your breath hitched, your back arching the smallest fraction beneath her weight.

Emily exhaled a soft, knowing breath, so close to your throat that you felt it.

"That’s what I thought."

Your fingers dug into your palm, desperate for something to ground you, something solid, something real. But Emily was the only thing that felt real in that moment—the weight of her straddling your thighs, pressing you deeper into the mattress, her one hand still holding your wrists above your head, her presence suffocating in the best and worst of ways.

And then, just as slowly, she pulled back, just enough to meet your gaze. She was watching you. Not just looking, watching. Studying. Measuring every little shift in your body, every sharp inhale, every micro-expression that crossed your face. She was waiting. Because she had told you the truth: she never took what wasn’t offered.

And God help you, some part of you wanted her to ruin you. Some part of you wanted her to take, to claim.

Emily saw it. Of course, she saw it.

Emily leaned back down again, her movements slow, every shift of her body calculated to draw out the tension coiling in your muscles. As she descended, the fabric of her silky blouse skimmed over your bare skin, featherlight and smooth, a teasing contrast to the cool weight of her body pressing you into the mattress. The dip of her neckline hovered just above yours, a mere whisper away.

You were even more hyper-aware of every place your bodies touched.

Her voice was a murmur, but it wrapped around you like smoke, thick and intoxicating. "Sweet girls never say no to me."

Her fingers slid up, a slow, teasing path from your chest, along the curve of your neck, until they reached your jaw. She tilted your chin slightly, forcing you to look at her, forcing you to see the hunger in her dark, endless eyes.

"I wonder, sweetheart…" She leaned in, her lips so close to your pulse you swore you could feel them ghosting over your skin. "Will you be any different?" She paused, letting the weight of the question settle between you, letting you feel the heat of her presence, the coolness of her skin.

Your breath hitched, your entire body going rigid as her lips hovered over the curve where your neck met your shoulder. For a heartbeat, everything stilled, the cool press of her mouth, the unbearable anticipation coiling in your stomach. Then, just as you braced for the sharp sting of fangs piercing your skin, her lips parted…only to leave the softest, most delicate kiss instead.

A sharp, shuddering breath escaped your lips, your body torn between tension and something far more dangerous. The anticipation had been unbearable, the certainty that she would bite—the way your entire body had braced for it—only to be met with something impossibly soft instead. The contrast sent a violent shiver down your spine.

Your fingers curled around the metal bars of your headboard, gripping them as if they could anchor you, but it was useless. The moment stretched, thick and charged, your pulse hammering beneath her lips, betraying everything you wanted to keep hidden.

A quiet, involuntary whimper slipped past your lips before you could swallow it down.

Emily stilled. Then she exhaled against your skin, her breath cool, teasing.

"Oh," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "You liked that, didn’t you?"

Her lips remained on your neck for a moment, as if savoring your reaction. Then, slowly, she breathed in, taking you in, your scent, the warmth radiating off of you, the undeniable pull of the blood thrumming just beneath your skin. A quiet, satisfied hum escaped her. “Mmmmh… so sweet.”

The words, murmured against your skin, sent another shiver cascading down your spine.

The room was unbearably silent except for your breathing, shallow and uneven, and the merciless pounding of your heart against your ribs. It was too loud, deafening, and you knew she could hear it.

Emily shifted, pressing her weight more firmly into you, her thighs bracketing your own, holding you in place with such ease it made your pulse spike all over again.

She noticed. Of course, she noticed. "Still afraid?" she mused, her voice edged with a teasing lilt. "Or have we moved past that now?"

Her fingers, which had been resting lightly against your collarbone, began to move—tracing slow, languid circles over your skin. Testing. Tantalizing. And then, as if her curiosity had gotten the better of her, they slid higher, brushing along the delicate strap of your nightdress.

Your breath caught.

She noticed that, too.

Emily made a pleased little noise, a hum of amusement as she toyed with the thin silk between her fingers.

"You don’t seem very eager to push me away," she observed, her lips grazing your jawline. "Is it because you know you can’t?" she asked, voice dropping into something richer, something almost cruel in its amusement. "Or is it because you don’t want to?"

You swallowed, your throat working under her touch. Emily already knew the answer to that. You tried to find an explanation for yourself, but you couldn’t. "I—" You hesitated, breath catching as her lips brushed your throat.

Emily exhaled a slow breath, as her mouth brushed along the column of your throat as she moved, dragging her lips lower, exploring, until she reached the spot where your pulse pounded the hardest. She pressed another slow, lingering kiss to your skin.

And then, with infuriating patience, her fingers tugged lightly at your strap, easing it down your shoulder, baring more of you to the warm air of the summer night. The silk slid against your skin with a whisper-soft touch, a contrast to the weight of her body still pinning you beneath her.

Your entire body tensed, only to betray you immediately after, a slow shudder running through you at the contact and a small needy gasp, almost a moan, escaped your lips.

Emily smirked. Low, sultry, dripping with satisfaction.

"Oh," she murmured, tilting her head so she could watch your face properly, dark eyes gleaming with something wicked. "That was pretty, sweetheart."

Heat flared in your cheeks, mortification battling something much, much worse.

Emily’s smirk widened. "I barely touched you."

She released your wrists fully now, guiding your arms down to tug both straps down your arms, watching you all the while. The nightdress slid down another inch, exposing your shoulder, your collarbone, the soft swell of your breasts, more of your already feverish skin.

Emily leaned in again, pressing another kiss to your newly exposed skin.

Then another.

And another.

Each one slower than the last, more deliberate, as if she was learning you, memorizing the way your body reacted under her touch.

Her lips hovered just over your pulse again, and this time, she let her fangs graze against you, not pressing down, not biting, just letting you feel them. A warning. A promise of more.

Your breath shuddered out of you, and Emily sighed, pleased. She shifted, just enough to press her weight into you more firmly, one of her thighs slotted between your legs in a way that made heat flare through your entire body. Emily pressed it against your core, your nightdress inching up in the process, revealing the expansion of your legs.

Your breath hitched, but this time, a soft, helpless moan escaped before you could stop it.

Emily hummed in satisfaction, her lips curling into a slow, knowing smile. "That’s what I wanted to hear."

Her hand drifted down, fingers tracing over your ribs with an agonizing slowness, feeling the way your body trembled beneath her touch.

"I can feel your heart racing," she murmured, her voice thick with amusement.

You pressed your lips together, as if that alone could still the frantic beating in your chest, could somehow suppress the way your body responded to her. But it was useless. She was everywhere—her scent, her touch, the cool weight of her body keeping you caged beneath her. And she was taking her time, savoring every reaction, every unsteady breath you gave her.

She shifted again, her lips finding the column of your throat once more.

You gasped at the sensation, at the way her body moved against yours.

Emily exhaled softly, as if reveling in it. "Do you have any idea how good you smell?"

Her fingers skimmed lower, teasing at the edge of where your nightdress had ridden up, tracing lazy circles against the sensitive skin of your upper thighs. The silk fabric pooled higher, barely a barrier between you and her. And then there was her thigh pressing against you deliciously. The pressure was subtle but impossible to ignore, a constant, teasing presence against your core.

You swallowed hard, your breath stuttering as she shifted, just enough to remind you that she was there, that she could feel every reaction, every betraying tremor of your body.

"Emily…" Her name slipped from your lips before you could stop it, barely a whisper, more plea than question.

She hummed in response, a low, satisfied sound, her lips still hovering near your throat. "Yes?"

You didn’t know what you wanted to say.

Did you want her to stop? Did you want her to keep going?

Your mind screamed at you to push her away, to fight, to run—but your body… your body did nothing. Your body arched instead, instinct betraying logic, heat pooling in your core as your lips parted, as if inviting more.

Emily chuckled, dark and knowing. “You’re thinking too much.”

One of her hands began to trail down your body again, cool fingers tracing the length of your arm, across your collarbone, down your sternum, before ghosting over your waist. A path designed to pull you deeper into her hold, to make you feel exactly how little control you had.

She dipped her head lower, her lips brushing along your jaw now, teasing, never quite where you wanted them. “I could make it easier for you,” she murmured against your skin. “All you have to do is say it.”

Say it.

You already knew this wasn’t just about your blood.

Emily wanted to take you.

Claim you.

And you knew if you gave in, if you spoke the words, it wouldn’t just be a bite. It would be everything. A pleasure so sharp it would unravel you. A process that would leave no part of you untouched, untouched by her.

Her fingers tightened slightly at your waist, her thigh pressing just a little harder between your legs, sending a delicious, maddening friction through you. She was patient, but not endlessly so.

“Say it,” Emily whispered again, her lips brushing the shell of your ear, her voice like velvet and sin.

She wanted to hear it from you.

She needed you to say it.

And the worst part?

You wanted to.

And God help you—

You did.

The words were barely more than a breath, your voice trembling as they slipped past your parted lips: "Take me...please."

A whisper, a plea—an offering. So quiet it might have been lost in the night air, but Emily heard it. Her hearing was far too sharp to miss the way your lips parted, the way your voice trembled, the way your pulse jumped the second you gave yourself away.

A slow, wicked smile spread across her lips.

"Good girl."

The praise sent a bolt of heat through you, something shameful curling in your stomach at how easily those two words unraveled you.

Emily moved then—smooth, fluid, as if she’d been holding herself back until now. Her hands slid down, fingers gripping your thighs, nails grazing your skin just enough to make you shudder. She adjusted, pressing her thigh more firmly against your core, and the friction had you sucking in a sharp breath, back arching involuntarily.

She chuckled darkly. "So eager," she mused, dipping her head lower, lips grazing your throat once more—but still, she didn’t bite. No, she was savoring this, savoring you. Her tongue flicked out, tasting the salt on your skin, and she hummed in satisfaction.

"You should see yourself," she murmured against your skin. "So warm, so soft…" She nipped at your pulse point, just enough for you to feel the sharp press of her fangs without breaking skin.

"You knew what this was," Emily continued, voice smooth as silk. "You knew I wouldn’t stop at just your blood."

Your breath hitched.

She was right.

God, she was right.

"Tell me you want this," she murmured, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Tell me you want me."

Her voice was hypnotic, a dark spell wrapping around you, pulling you deeper under her control. And maybe it was the way she touched you, the way she held you in place like you belonged to her already, or maybe it was the part of you that had wanted this all along, the part that ached for something more, something dangerous, something only she could give you.

Your lips parted, your body betraying you yet again as you whispered the only words that mattered.

"I want you."

Emily’s eyes darkened, a slow smirk curving her lips as her hands settled on your thighs, cold against the warmth of your skin.

Her fingers inched higher, dragging the delicate silk of your nightdress with them. The thin straps had already slipped from your shoulders, your body practically offering itself to her, but she took her time, watching you, watching the way your chest rose and fell, how your breath hitched with every slow touch.

Her thigh shifted between yours, pressing, teasing, and another quiet gasp escaped your lips. Emily chuckled, low and pleased, before finally she gathered the fabric at your waist, her knuckles grazing your stomach as she pulled the dress higher, exposing more of you to the cool air.

"Such a shame to get rid of something so pretty," she murmured, voice laced with something sinful, "but I prefer you like this."

She tugged the silk over your head, letting it slip from her fingers to the floor, forgotten.

You shivered, not from cold, but from the way her dark gaze roamed over you, how her eyes lingered on your bare breasts, how her tongue flicked out to wet her lips as though she were deciding where to taste first.

Emily hummed, pleased with what she saw. "Beautiful," she murmured, her fingers tracing along your ribs, down the curve of your waist, pausing at the band of your black panties. She hooked a single finger under the elastic, pulling it just enough to make you squirm.

"So willing," she added, smirking as her hands slid back up your thighs, letting the elastic snap against your skin. She kneaded the soft flesh of your thighs, her thumbs brushing dangerously close to where you ached for her most.

Your thighs instinctively tensed beneath her touch. Heat bloomed in your core, a slow, aching pulse thrumming through your bundle of nerves.

"I—I'm not—" you stammered, but the words barely carried any weight, breathless and unsteady.

Emily let out a low, knowing laugh. "Oh, sweetheart." Her thumbs pressed firmer into your soft flesh. "You can say whatever you want." She leaned in, her breath cool against your overheated skin. "But your body? It’s already begging for me."

She started slow, lips grazing over your collarbone, teasing, tasting. The first kiss was featherlight, barely there, but the next—oh, the next—was firmer, open-mouthed, her tongue flicking out to trace along your pulse.

Her hands roamed, exploring, claiming, fingers trailing over the swell of your breasts with a reverence that made you dizzy.

She hummed, amused at the way your breath hitched beneath her touch. "Oh, and so responsive," she murmured, her lips curving against your skin.

Her lips closed around the peak of your breast, sucking, teasing, her tongue circling before she bit down without breaking your skin.  She soothed the sting with another slow lick, her free hand palming the other, kneading, her fingers rolling over your sensitive flesh, her touch both sinful and worshipful at once.

You arched into her, your fingers tangling in the dark silk of her hair as she lavished attention on you, leaving a trail of soft bites and open-mouthed kisses in her wake. Her fangs scraped just enough to remind you of exactly what she was.

Exactly what she could do.

Exactly how easily she could ruin you.

Emily groaned against your skin, her thigh pressing harder between your legs as if she could already feel how badly you needed her. She nipped at the soft flesh of your breast, smirking when your body jolted.

"Tell me," she purred, her voice dark, molten, dangerous. "Do you want me to be gentle?"

The way she asked it, the way her teeth skimmed over your skin again, made it clear—gentle was the last thing on her mind.

Your lips parted, but no words came at first—just a shuddering breath, your body betraying you with the way it arched into her touch. You could feel the heat pooling between your legs, the ache she had so effortlessly coaxed from you.

Did you want her to be gentle?

No.

Not really.

"I don’t want gentle," you finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper, but heavy with need. "I want you to take me. Completely."

She stilled for a moment, as if savoring your answer, as if committing it to memory. Then, a slow, predatory smile spread across her lips.

"Good," she purred, voice thick with satisfaction. "I didn’t want to be."

And with that, she descended again, claiming every inch of your skin as if it belonged to her.

Her lips moved with purpose, tracing the curve of your collarbone, the slope of your shoulders, the valley between your ribs. Featherlight kisses followed the path of her hands, her cool breath ghosting over heated skin, leaving you shivering in anticipation. And yet, there was always the teasing scrape of something sharper—the press of her fangs against your skin, a promise, a warning, a thrill.

You gasped as she nipped just below your breasts, a sharp contrast between pleasure and the faintest sting, and she chuckled, pleased by your reaction.

"So sensitive," she murmured against your skin. "I could ruin you so easily."

And the worst part?

You wanted her to.

Emily shifted, settling lower, her hands splayed against your sides, holding you in place as she leaned in. You felt the briefest press of her lips against the center of your chest, right between your breasts, deceptively soft—before the sharp edge of a fang kissed your skin.

A delicate slice. A thin, crimson line drawn between your breasts.

You hissed out. The sting was fleeting, a breath of pain drowned in the overwhelming sensation of her tongue following the mark she’d made, lapping up the blood in one slow, languid stroke.

You moaned, your body arching into her, and Emily groaned in response, like she was savoring the finest thing she’d ever tasted.

"Sweet," she murmured, voice dark and reverent. "So fucking sweet."

She barely gave you time to catch your breath before she was on you again and this time, her lips pressing against yours, claiming you completely.

Emily didn’t just kiss you—she devoured you. Her lips moved with purpose, deepening the connection, her tongue teasing yours in a slow, claiming dance. The lingering taste of your own blood sent a shiver through you, as if it was something sacred, something forbidden, and yet, you welcomed it.

She pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, her dark eyes filled with something dangerous, something hungry. Then, with a smirk, she bit down on your lower lip—not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to send a spark of pain laced with pleasure straight to your core. A small gasp escaped you, and she groaned in response as the metallic tang of your blood touched her tongue again.

"God, you're intoxicating," she whispered, her voice low and filled with desire.

Before you could fully process the words, she was moving, descending down your body with a path of open-mouthed kisses, nips, and teasing bites that left your skin burning in their wake. She made sure to linger at your throat, her fangs ghosting over your pulse point, making you shudder. And instead of biting, she gently kissed the tender skin beneath your ear, her lips lingering there. "Not yet," she murmured, her voice thick with anticipation.

Her hands ghosted down your sides, slow and deliberate, as she shifted lower. With a wicked smirk, Emily dipped her head, her lips brushing over the swell of your breast. She kissed the soft skin there, teasing, before letting her fangs drag ever so lightly against it, enough to make your breath hitch. Then, her tongue followed, tracing a slow, agonizing path around your hardened nipple before she took it into her mouth again, sucking with just enough pressure to make your back arch instinctively.

She hummed in satisfaction, her fingers slipping under the weight of your other breast, kneading gently before her mouth switched sides, lavishing equal attention on the neglected peak. You whimpered as she alternated between soft, teasing flicks of her tongue and sharp, electric nips that sent heat pooling low in your belly.

By the time she worked her way down again, over the curve of your ribs, along the flat plane of your stomach, her hands keeping you pinned as she feasted on every inch of skin she could reach, you were trembling beneath her, aching, desperate for more.

A deep, throaty purr rumbled from Emily, vibrating against your skin like a predator savoring its prey.

Then, without warning, she dipped her head and bit into the fabric of your panties, tugging them down with her mouth. The action alone sent heat rushing through you, but when her fangs accidentally sliced through the delicate fabric in the process, tearing them with a sharp rip—you swore your entire body caught fire.

She pulled the ruined scrap of lace from your body with a smirk, letting it fall somewhere to the floor, forgotten. Then she settled between your legs, her hands gripping your thighs, spreading you open with ease as her dark eyes drank you in, devoured you, owned you.

“God, you’re perfect,” she whispered, her breath cool against the heat of your skin, her lips sinful as they traced lower.

And then—she gave in to her hunger.

Emily wasted no time.

She descended on you with purpose, her mouth claiming you in a way that sent a sharp, electric jolt through your entire body. Her tongue worked you open as it glid through your folds, parting you for her. Your skin glistened under the soft moonlight spilling through your large window.

Emily was ravenous devouring you like she had been starving for you, like tasting you was a need, not a want. A burst of tangy sweetness flooded her tongue, spreading across her taste buds in waves. She closed her eyes for a moment, savoring it, her lips soft against your glistening skin.

The moment her tongue flicked just right, a choked gasp tore from your lips, your back arching against the sheets. But Emily didn’t slow. If anything, she doubled down, her grip on your thighs tightening, bruising, holding you firmly in place as she worked you open.

Her lips tingled, but now, she’s no longer content to simply eating you out. With slow deliberation, she raised her index and middle finger and teased your entrance while her tongue lapped at your sensitive bundle of nerves. Her fingers slid inside with practiced ease, stretching, curling, pressing against that devastating spot with perfect precision.

A broken moan spilled from your lips, raw and desperate, as the dual sensation of her mouth and fingers sent pleasure rippling through you. Your body jerked, overwhelmed, thighs trembling beneath her unyielding grip.

Your hands shot out blindly, grasping at the sheets, the pillow—anything to ground yourself—but nothing was enough. The pleasure was too much, too consuming. When your fingers finally found her hair, you fisted it, tugging just hard enough to make her growl against you, the vibration shooting straight through your core.

Your breath hitched, a whimper escaping as she curled her fingers just right, pressing against that devastating spot inside you. The world blurred at the edges, your only reality the relentless rhythm of her tongue, the slick thrust of her fingers, the sound of your own ragged gasps echoing in the room.

“Emily—” Her name tumbled from your lips, barely coherent, half a plea, half a prayer.

You could hear the slick sounds of her mouth working against you, hear the quiet, satisfied hums she made when you clenched around her fingers, the obscene wetness of every thrust and stroke. Your own breath was ragged, sharp, each exhale coming faster as she unraveled you, piece by piece.

She knew exactly what she was doing. You could feel it in the way she played with the pace, alternating between slow, agonizing strokes and sudden, merciless pressure, dragging you to the edge only to pull you back, over and over again.

A moan slipped from your lips, breathy and desperate. Emily groaned at the sound, her pace stuttering for half a second before she refocused, thrusting her fingers deeper, sucking harder, making everything spiral, spiral, spiral.

Emily pressed her fingers even deeper, twisting them slightly, stretching you. You trembled in her grip, sticky juices coating her fingers as she buried her fingertips further inside, stroking your spongy flesh with the right amount of pressure.

 A sharp, keening whimper escaped your lips, your entire body tensing as the pressure of her fingers sent another jolt of pleasure straight through you. Your grip on her hair tightened instinctively, nails scraping against her scalp as your hips jerked up, arching into her touch, desperate for more. The slick sounds of her fingers moving inside you and her mouth lapping at everything you gave filled the room, obscene and intoxicating, mixing with the ragged, breathless moans spilling from your throat.

“Emily—” you gasped again, voice shaking, your thighs quivering around her shoulders. You could feel her smirk against your skin, the vibration of her low hum sending shivers through your core as she twisted her fingers again, pressing deeper, harder, unraveling you completely.

And then—she pulled back just enough.

Her mouth hovered over you, her breath cool against your slick, overheated skin, teasing but not touching. A whimper of protest slipped from your lips, your hips instinctively lifting, chasing the pleasure she so cruelly denied.

Emily chuckled, dark and knowing, her fingers still buried deep inside you, still moving, still working you open. Her eyes met yours, pupils blown wide with hunger, lips glistening with the taste of you.

“Come for me,” she commanded, her voice low, rich, dripping with authority.

Then, before you could even process the order, she was on you again—mouth claiming you, tongue flicking mercilessly over your swollen, sensitive clit as she pressed a third finger inside, stretching you further, filling you completely as she pumped in and out of you.

The coil inside you snapped with violent force, and your whole body seized as pleasure slammed into you like a tidal wave. A strangled, broken cry ripped from your throat, your thighs trembling as the climax tore through you, drowning you, shattering you completely.

Emily’s name spilled from your lips like a prayer—though she was no saint. No divine being sent from above. No, she was something darker, something that belonged more to hell than to heaven. And yet, in this moment, she was your salvation, your destruction, your everything.

Your body convulsed beneath her, pleasure ripping through you in merciless waves, leaving you gasping, trembling, lost. Your fingers fisted in her hair, nails digging into her scalp as if holding onto her was the only thing tethering you to this world.

But Emily didn’t stop.

She dragged you through it, prolonging your unraveling with slow, deliberate strokes, her mouth still working you, her fingers still buried deep, stretching, filling, owning. Your mind was a haze of white-hot bliss, your breath coming in ragged sobs as the aftershocks wracked through you, relentless and consuming.

And still, her name fell from your lips—worshipful, desperate—because whether she was angel or demon, she had you. Had you completely.

Even as the aftershocks dimmed, she kept moving, prolonging, teasing, keeping you right there on the precipice between pleasure and overstimulation.

A sharp, shuddering gasp tore from your lips, your body jerking violently beneath her as the pleasure refused to ebb, stretching into something almost unbearable. Your thighs twitched around her, trying to clamp shut, but Emily’s grip was unyielding, keeping you spread open, exposed to her relentless touch.

Your breath came in ragged, broken sobs, hands scrambling for something—anything—to hold onto. You grasped at the sheets, at her hair, at the unyielding strength of her shoulders, desperate for an anchor as your body writhed under the onslaught.

“Emily—” you whimpered, voice wrecked, trembling. It was too much, too intense—yet at the same time, not enough.

She didn’t stop.

Your hips bucked against her fingers involuntarily, oversensitive yet craving more, your body caught between escape and submission. Every stroke, every flick of her tongue sent another aftershock rolling through you, making your stomach tighten, your legs quake, your mind dissolve into pure sensation.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, the pleasure so overwhelming it blurred the line between bliss and surrender. You had no control—only her, only this, only the wicked, merciless way she played your body like she owned it.

Then suddenly her mouth moved lower, leaving your swollen lips exposed to the cold air.

You barely registered the soft press of her lips against your inner thigh before her soft kisses turned into open-mouthed kisses, her sharp fangs gazed your skin. She lingered, breathing in the scent of you, savoring the way you trembled beneath her, your body still twitching from the high she had pulled from you. Her fingers where still buried inside you.

And then she bit down.

A sharp, searing pain shot through you, your body jolting at the sudden intrusion. A strangled gasp tore from your throat, your fingers tightening around the sheets—around her hair—anything to ground yourself. The initial sting was brutal, raw, but it lasted only a moment before something else took its place.

Pleasure. Deep, all-consuming, unbearable pleasure.

The sounds she made were sinful—low, guttural moans vibrating against your skin, each one sending aftershocks of sensation ricocheting through your body.

Heat spread through you like wildfire, burning through every nerve, every inch of your already over-sensitized body. A desperate, wrecked sound escaped your lips as Emily sucked deep, her fangs buried in your flesh, her fingers still inside you, still moving, holding you open as she took what she wanted. The sensation was too much, too overwhelming, and yet your body craved more.

You clenched around her fingers, the pressure building impossibly fast, spiraling out of control. Another orgasm tore through you, sudden and violent, your muscles seizing, your body arching into her as wave after wave of pleasure wracked through you. Your breath hitched, another sharp cry slipping from your lips as your body locked up, trembling violently beneath her. Her name broke from you like a prayer, like a plea, like something sacred.

Emily groaned against your skin, the sound dark and indulgent, her fingers never still, keeping you in her grasp, dragging the pleasure out until you had nothing left to give. And still, she held you there, her grip unyielding, her mouth sealing over your thigh with a slow, deliberate pull, as if she could drain the very last of your strength along with your blood.

And then, finally, she relented.

You registered it when her fingers withdrew from inside you, leaving you empty. When her fangs withdrew from your inner thigh, and her tongue swept over the punctures, warm and slow, sealing the wound with one last lingering lap. She lifted her head—and when you saw her—your breath caught, a new kind of heat pooling deep in your core.

Her lips were slick, painted in red. The deep stain of your blood still coated her fangs, a single drop slipping from the corner of her mouth, trailing down the curve of her chin. She didn’t move to wipe it away. She let it linger, let you see it, let you feel it.

And it was the most sinful, most devastatingly beautiful thing you had ever witnessed.

Emily exhaled, rolling her tongue over one sharp fang as if savoring the taste of you all over again. Her lips, slick with crimson, parted slightly as her gaze locked onto yours, something ravenous still burning behind her satisfaction.

Your body still trembled, muscles weak, spent—but that sight alone sent another slow shudder rolling through you, something dark and deep stirring in your chest.

Emily exhaled, slow and deliberate, her tongue flicking out to catch the last stray drop of crimson before it could escape, savoring it like the richest of wines. Her gaze held yours, something unreadable swimming in those endless, abyss-dark eyes—something possessive, something that sent a sharp thrill curling through your spine.

She tilted her head, languid and predatory, her lips curving into a knowing smirk as her gaze dragged over your body once more, as if committing every mark, every tremor, every sign of surrender to memory.

"Mmmh…" She hummed, low and satisfied, her voice curling around you like silk. "I never believed in heaven, you know."

She lifted a finger to her lip, gathering the blood that still lingered there, before slipping it past her lips, sucking it clean with slow, deliberate intent.

"But if I did… I imagine it would taste like this."

[jeansmartswhxre]

𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔏𝔲𝔰𝔱 | Vampire!Emily Prentiss

emily prentiss x f!reader 18+, MDNI warnings: language, smutsmutsmut!!, mentions of blood, blood kink, feeding, teasing in public (others can't hear), dirty talk, petnames, strap-on (r!receiving), dom/sub dynamics, some aftercare, usual vampire stuff, feeder!reader (youre for em and em only) 2.5k words (i got carried away) This is my first fic about Em!! Lemme know if y'all want more Vampire AU stuff!! I'm currently writing vamp au's for Emily Spencer, Hotch, and Blake (JJ and other BAU members coming soon...) I hope to god there aren't typos lmfao... ENJOY!

You had been stuck in the bullpen all day finishing up paperwork and sitting through those boring budget meetings you always hated. One of those rare days where you weren’t flying across the country to catch unsubs. This however, was horrible for you. It was horrible because it meant you were at the every whim your vampire girlfriend. Days like these were the days you sometimes wished she wasn’t a vampire. Sometimes. The mind reading thing could be sexy, but she would sometimes be such a menace. 

For instance, during one of the budget meetings, your mind wandered. While Strauss was talking, all you could think about was the last time Emily fed, her fangs sinking into your tummy near your ribs. Moments later you could feel Emily’s eyes on you, her sitting across from you at the conference table. You turned to look at her, her eyebrow quirking up as your eyes met, you looked back at Strauss, her gaze too much for you to hold. Then she got in your head, “You naughty girl darling. You forget I can read your mind.” Fuck. “Where do you want me to feed next baby? I know you love it when I suck your neck. Or maybe I try something different like your thighs.” You turn to look her, giving her a warning look before looking back at Strauss. “You’re so cute when you think you’re in charge.” Emily smirked a little when she saw your eyes close briefly, trying so hard to ignore her. “Oh don’t worry baby. I have other plans for you. Just wait until tonight sweetness.”

It was taking every thing in you to control yourself, a wave of heat washing over your core. The rest of the meeting she drove you insane, she loved doing it. Watching you squirm while no one else knew what was going on in your head. When the meeting was over, you both walked out next to each other, her passing by you swiftly. Her scent entered your nostrils, a hint of tobacco lingering with a scent that was so Em. She could hear your heart speeding up as she walked past, a smirk gracing her lips as she sat at her desk.

This was a game she played all day, she always loved how needy you could get for her, and watching it build was admittedly a guilty pleasure of hers, torturing you. You were so grateful when Hotch came out his office and called it a night, telling the team we had been there long enough, the rest of the paperwork can wait for tomorrow. We all packed up our things saying our goodbyes, JJ and Spencer staying back a little to talk as Em came over to your desk. You couldn’t help but look at her form, her legs clad with black slacks, a black and silver belt on her hips, the buckle off center, because she knew it drove you crazy every time you saw it. Her top was red and ribbed, a boatneck, exposing her collarbones. She now wore a leather jacket, to act as protection against the cool fall air (even though she didn’t need it. But hey, she had to keep up appearances), a pair of big black sunglasses in her hair as she waited for you to pack your bag. She slung her purse over her shoulder, her top riding up slightly, exposing a sliver of her stomach, where you saw the beginnings of a mark you had left from the night before. “You ready to go sweetness.” She smirked. You nodded as you put back on your blazer, your bag hanging from your shoulder.

***

The car ride home was full of tension, you were so desperate to find out what Emily was planning for you. “Don’t be so nervous darling, I think you’ll like my little surprise” She smiles, glancing at you before bringing her eyes back to the road. Now that… that scared you. A fucking menace. 

When you finally pulled up your shared house, your heart definitely picked up. “God you’re so sexy when I can hear your blood pumping through your veins, all of it just for me.” She said before she left the car, leaving you groaning in the passenger seat before finally opening the door to catch up to her as she unlocked the front door.

As you walked through your front door, the both of you sat your bags on the table in your hallway, slipping off your shoes and hanging up your jackets. The second you were done Emily’s hand was on your wrist, pulling you into her, her lips automatically connecting with your neck. You couldn’t help but bring your hands to her hair, tugging slightly (something she loved), a groan escaping your lips as her teeth nipped along the skin there. “Em, please” you whimpered, you couldn’t take it anymore. You were already ruined from all the teasing at work, you truly couldn’t take it anymore. 

“What is it sweetness? Are you that desperate. I might have to tease you a little longer if you’re gonna be impatient.” Your head immediately shook. That was the last thing you wanted her to do. “No please Emmy, please… i cant take it.”  she couldn’t help but smirk, her fangs sheathing. jesus christ. It got you every time. No matter how many times you had seen them or how many times she fed, your knees always buckled when you saw them.

She ran her fangs along the exposed part of your neck, never piercing skin, but enough to make you wince. She was all hands, tugging your pencil skirt and white turtleneck off of you as you walked to your bedroom. You were left in your bra and panties, distracted by the feeling of Emily’s hands and lips all over you. She moved you toward the bed until the back of your legs hit it, causing you to fall backwards with her on top of you. She continued her journey down your body, kissing your tummy, stopping at the mark from last night, kissing it gently before running her tongue over it in gentle circles. You couldn’t help the whimpers that escaped your throat. She was so close to where you wanted, yet so far. With her on top of you, you couldn’t help but notice she was still fully clothed. Your hands slid down her sides, stopping at the hem of her shirt, gently tugging it up. “Emmy,” you whined, “You have too many clothes on baby.” You whimpered, needing to feel her beneath your fingertips. You watched as she looked up at you from your stomach, her fangs exposed, a sexy smile on her lips. 

“Alright baby, hang on… you’re lucky I need to taste you, or else I’d be edging you until the sun came up.” She smirked, leaving a kiss just above your belly button, before removing herself from on top of you. You watched as she took off her shirt and bra, her breasts jiggling slightly from their release, her hands sliding her slacks down her beautiful legs. “I’ll be right back sweetness, why don’t you take the rest of that off.” she says bending down to place a kiss on your lips, biting down on your bottom lip, before releasing it with a gentle tug walking to the bathroom in your room. Your eyes closed at the sensation, before falling off the bed, tugging your panties down your legs and your bra off your chest, throwing them god knows where. You laid on the bed patiently waiting for her to return, your body practically shaking in anticipation. Your thighs rubbing together to give yourself any semblance of friction.

You heard her footsteps, your head lolling to the side to watch her. Your eyes immediately fell to the harness across her hips, the dark red dildo jutting from it. “God baby, I could smell you all the way from the bathroom. All that for me? Fuck I bet your panties are ruined.” She said walking toward the bed. You, however, were in disbelief. The image of Em in the strap, her fangs jutting from her gums and her breasts on full display... you were practically drooling at the sight of her. She had never used the strap during your feeding before being that it was all still a little new. 

“Jesus Em.” You breathed. The smirk that played on her lips as she joined you on the bed could have made you cum right there. Your hand placed itself on her thigh, stroking it gently as she straddled your waist. 

“Baby, why don’t you get it wet for me, so I can fuck you while I feed.” Your eyes darkened at the idea. This woman was going to be the death of you. You nodded slowly as she moved a little closer to your mouth, you sitting up on your elbows to reach. Emily watched as your mouth wrapped around the dark red appendage, sucking just the tip, before sliding down further, eventually taking the full dildo in your mouth, your nose brushing against her tummy. She watched with her mouth agape, moaning when the base of it nudged against her clit. Her hands falling to your hair to move the strands from your face. “Fuck sweetness, you take me so well. I could watch you like this all night.” You did this for only a minute longer, before Emily’s hunger got too much for her to bear. She pulled you gently from her cock by your hair, your chest heaving as you caught your breath. Fuck she looked so hot above you with those fangs. 

“I heard that baby,” she smirked. She leaned down to kiss your messy lips. Your hand moved to her chest, kneading her breasts, her moaning into your mouth as you tweaked her sensitive nipples with your fingers. You felt as her legs settled between yours, her cock nudging against your core. You couldn’t help but kiss down her jaw to her neck, moving down to her breasts, your tongue circling around her sensitive buds. She whimpered above you, you always loved when you could make her do that.

You didn’t want to stop but she pulled away from you, kneeling between your legs. Her fingers trailed up your thighs and she scooted closer to your core, the tip nudging your entrance. “Fuck baby, you look so pretty like this.” She murmured, before pushing into you. Your head fell back as she let you adjust to her size. “Nuh-uh baby, none of that, keep those pretty little eyes on me, I wanna see you before I feed.” She said, her hand coming to your chin, forcing you to maintain eye contact as she began to move. Her pace was slow and gentle, her hands grasping your neck quickly before running itself between the valley of your breasts, down to your tummy, her hand splayed out, pressing down gently which caused you to moan. “God you look so beautiful sweetness. Ok, I’m gonna start feeding now. Just trust me baby.” She moaned, the base of the strap hitting her just right as her hips kept moving. You nodded quickly, words unable to form at the image in front of you. 

Emily leaned down, her lips leaving gentle kisses on the side of your neck, it turning into wet kisses before you felt her fangs sink into your skin slowly. “Fuck.” You stuttered, the feeling of her fangs piercing your skin, and her hips moving into you driving you insane. You could already feel your head getting woozy from the combined sensations. You could feel Em moaning against your neck as she picked up her pace, her hips starting to snap into you as she fed, the taste of you driving her crazy. The feeling of the base of her cock pushing against her clit combined with the taste of you, was almost too much for her. You could feel her hips start to falter as she continued her feed, your orgasm building like walls around you, ready to crumble at any moment. “E-Emmy, t-too much. H-head getting woozy.” You moaned, your hand gripping at her waist as if to almost push her away. “F-fuck Em, p-please.” She finally released you, licking the blood that dripped from your neck before sitting up again. When she came back up, you watched as blood dripped from the corners of her mouth, falling down her chest as her hips picked up their pace, you could tell she was chasing her impending orgasm. You had never seen a sexier sight, Emily’s boobs swaying as she snapped her hips into you, blood dripping down them, her mouth a bloodied, baring her fangs. You sat up with all the strength you had, your tongue licking the blood that had trickled down her breast, the sight breaking Emily above you.

“F-Fuck baby, c’mon cum with me.” You didn’t need to be told twice. You were already so close and the taste of Emily mixed with the coppery taste of your own blood sent you over the edge. You couldn’t help the noises that escaped your lips as you came, Emily fucking you through both of your orgasms. 

When her hips finally stopped, she fell on top of you, her lips softly kissing her feed mark. “You did so fucking good for me sweetness, such a good girl” she whispered against your skin as she laid there for a minute. Your limbs were practically jelly. You were fucked out and woozy, exactly how Emily liked you. You whimpered as she removed her strap, the sudden emptiness almost too much for you. You watched through hazy eyes as she took it off, throwing it toward the bathroom for proper cleaning later. She moved back to you, pulling you into her, you head laying on her bare chest. “I can feel your heart darling, it’s pumping so fast.” She breathed against the top of your head, kissing it gently. Her hands gently roamed your body. “Thank you baby. You did so good for me baby, you tasted as sweet as ever. Next time I’m gonna have to feed while you cum, it’ll probably be even sweeter.” She whispered. You just nodded, your body still fucked out. “Use your words sweetness.”

“You’re welcome Emmy.” You rasped, a smirk appeared on her lips before she kissed her way from the top of your head to your lips, her hand holding your chin as she placed a gentle kiss there. You laid in her arms for a while as you waited for the wooziness to go away. Once that happened, she began the aftercare routine the both of you had perfected after a feed. She ran a warm bath for you, settling behind you to help you bathe, leaving little kisses and praises in her wake. This was always one of your favorite parts. 

After the bath, she would help you put on your body butters and oils before helping you get dressed, and in bed as she brought you small snacks and water. You took a couple nibbles of the protein bar she had brought and a couple of sips of water before laying back on her, wanting nothing than to be in her arms. 

“Seriously, thank you baby.”

“Anything for you Emmy.” You smiled, placing a quick peck to her cheek before completely settling on her chest, your heartbeats synching as the both of you fell asleep, tangled in each other's limbs.

[luvvyouforever]

vampire!emily prentiss

you are mine, you shall be mine, you and i are one for ever. ꨄ

-carmilla, sheridan le fanu

content: vampire au, wlw imagined when writing, lowk sugar mommy dynamic, sex, possessive, blood, feeding.

��� uses her immortality to enjoy all that life has to offer. indulges in expensive trips, luxurious fabrics, international delicacies, and art collection. her home is always beautiful no matter where she lives and becomes her own personal museum. probably has storage units around the world holding her keepsakes.

𖤐 works for fun rather than for money. creates new lives for herself when she gets bored with one. essentially builds an entire character and lives as her in some new place. will change her hair or her entire style so she's not recognized.

𖤐 if she had some way to just ethically source blood like premade bags or something along those lines, she would. but if those options aren't available, she will feed and drain the worst, almost like a vigilante.

𖤐 she is suchhhh a seductress, luring people in for pleasure and company easily. all she has to do is attend an event dressed to the nines and lean against a table before she has people crawling to her.

𖤐 when she meets you, she's entranced immediately. thinks about you all night long, dreaming of touching your skin and brushing your hair away and feeling your lips on hers. she tries not to let herself wonder what your blood tastes like but she can't help it when you're close and she can smell it.

𖤐 spoils you to no end, but makes sure she's buying you the best of the best. she's so good at being rich and enjoying luxury that she practically has to teach you. she shows you what expensive fabrics feel like and makes some expensive drink for you saying this is the only way you can enjoy vodka.

𖤐 i think she confesses to you that she's a vampire rather than you finding it out in some dramatic fashion. she feels herself becoming more attached to you and she's lived so long that she knows it's better to be upfront about it to keep you.

𖤐 i like to think that if there was some way to have you eternally and let you live alongside her for the rest of her life, she would want that, but she would make sure you're really sure. eternity is not what everyone makes it out to be, she says. but she would be so heartbroken if you said no, knowing she has to watch you age.

𖤐 loves teasing you by dragging her sharp teeth along your skin, sending shivers down your entire body as you think about how powerful she is, what she's truly capable of. enjoys making you come completely undone for her.

𖤐 she has so much experience and knows exactly what to do to make your body sing for her. she can draw it out for an entire night, keeping you down on the bed, making you finish around her till you're a babbling mess. or she can take you against the kitchen counter quickly, having you leave for work in record time.

𖤐 is very possessive and claiming of you. she gets angry at someone's touch against you, even more so if they've been so close to you that she can smell them. licks along your neck, muttering 'mine' the whole way up.

𖤐 will totally gift you something that makes it glaringly clear that you're taken. she'll gift you a locket with her initial carved into it, or an ornate ring she picked up centuries ago. you wear it with pride, so happy to have been gifted something beautiful, but she's smirking as she feels her possessiveness quelled a little bit.

freaky vampire blood stuff below i'm sorry (no i'm not):

𖤐 it would take multiple conversations for her to be comfortable with feeding from you. she likes strict boundaries and open discussion and prioritizes your health over anything. she informs you about how you're gonna feel, how the process will work, everything. when she receives another confirmation from you, she can't help but feel excited that she finally gets to taste you.

𖤐 the first time she does it, she makes it an intimate experience as if it was your first time having sex. makes it dark in the room, lays you down on the plush bed and crawls on top of you. she asks for permission one more time and when you readily give it to her, she bends down and gently seeks her teeth into your neck.

𖤐 from that moment, she's obsessed. she dreams about your taste and craves it all the time. but if nothing, she's great at self-control. she holds herself off until you've recovered, then she will practically crawl to you, begging for another taste. it's the most submissive you've ever seen her.

𖤐 she lost her mind when, as she was about to cum during sex, you lifted your neck, offering her the perfect spot to sink her mouth onto. she finishes just at the moment that your blood fills her. she never wants to leave your side.

[badathumanemotions]

A Taste of Lust

Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader MDNI Master List Category: Smut CW: Vampire Reader, Blood Drinking, Biting, Human/Vampire Relationship, Lesbian Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex (em rec) WC: 2,043

Emily lets Y/N feed from her. (Not Proof Read)

"Hey, Em," Y/N said, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall, "it's been a while since I last…you know."

Emily Prentiss, engrossed in the TV show, paused the episode with the remote and turned to her girlfriend, a quizzical look on her face. "Since you what?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed a shade of pink, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, fed," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.

Emily sat up, the gravity of the situation sinking in. She studied Y/N's features, the way her fangs elongated slightly when she talked about it. It was both terrifying and incredibly alluring.

The room grew quiet, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock, which seemed to echo louder in the stillness. Y/N's eyes met Emily's. "It doesn't have to be now," she assured, her voice a gentle purr that sent shivers down Emily's spine. "But I can't deny the hunger."

Emily swallowed hard, her heart racing. She had felt the warmth of Y/N's fangs on her neck before, the exhilarating rush as they pierced her skin. Each time had been a thrill that never lost its edge, a secret shared between them that had only brought them closer. "Okay," she whispered.

Y/N's eyes lit up, a predatory smile playing on her lips. She moved over to Emily, her movements fluid and graceful. The human agent, usually so in control and assertive, transformed into a submissive creature under the vampire's gaze. It was a dance they knew well, one that had become an intimate part of their relationship.

Emily felt the warmth of Y/N's breath against her neck as she leaned in. Her pulse quickened, the anticipation of the bite a heady mix of fear and arousal. But as soon as Y/N's fangs broke the skin, the fear melted away, replaced by a wave of pure pleasure that made her whine softly. Her body arched instinctively, offering more of herself.

The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before, a sharp pain that quickly morphed into a delicious tingle that spread through her body. She could feel her girlfriend's fangs sliding deeper, the warmth of her mouth, the gentle suction as she drew out the crimson liquid. It was an intimate, almost sacred act that bound them together.

Emily's nipples hardened instantly, poking through her thin t-shirt, begging for attention. Her body responded to the bite as if under a spell. The wetness between her legs grew, soaking her panties. She was being fed upon by a creature of the night, and it was making her unbearably aroused.

Y/N noticed Emily's desperation and gently pulled away, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She placed a soft kiss on the puncture marks, sealing them with a tender lick. "I can't resist you when you're like this," she murmured, her own arousal evident in her voice.

Emily's trembling hands began to work on lifting Y/N's shirt, eager to expose her soft skin. She could feel Y/N's cool touch as her hands joined Emily's, helping to free her from the fabric that separated them. As the shirt was tossed aside, Emily's gaze feasted on the sight of her girlfriend's body, her desire growing with every inch of skin revealed.

Their eyes locked, and Y/N took over, her quick fingers unbuttoning Emily's jeans and sliding them down her legs with a grace that could be attributed to her vampirisim. The underwear followed, and soon Emily was laid bare before her. Y/N took a moment to appreciate the beauty of her human counterpart, her eyes lingering on the damp curls above her sex.

With a fiery passion Y/N began to explore Emily's body with her mouth, her fangs retreating as she kissed and licked her way down. Emily's breath hitched, her body quivering with every touch. The vampire's warm, soft tongue traced patterns on her inner thighs, teasingly avoiding the spot where she needed it most.

Y/N's own clothes seemed to vanish in the blink of an eye, leaving her naked and dripping. The sight was enough to make Emily's knees weak. She reached out, her fingers caressing the softness of Y/N's skin, feeling the coolness of it against her own flushed body.

With a low growl, Y/N leaned in closer, her fangs scraping gently along the sensitive flesh of Emily's breasts. Emily gasped, the light abrasion sending waves of pleasure coursing through her. The sensation was electric, and she could feel her body responding in kind, her nipples pebbling even harder against the vampire's teeth.

Y/N's fingertips wandered over Emily's soft skin, tracing the curves of her body with precision. They danced over her stomach, sending ripples of pleasure down to the apex of her thighs. Emily's breathing grew more ragged, her body begging for more. The vampire's touch was like a cool breeze on a hot summer night, a gentle yet insistent caress that seemed to reach into her very being.

Finally, Y/N's hand slid between Emily's legs, her fingers gliding through the slickness that had pooled there. Emily's hips jerked upward, seeking more pressure, more contact. She began to circle Emily's clit, applying just enough pressure to tease.

Emily's eyes fluttered shut, her body straining towards the touch. But instead of begging for more, she ground her hips down onto Y/N's hand, taking control of the rhythm. Her movements grew more insistent, her breath coming in pants as she chased the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. Y/N chuckled darkly, enjoying the show of her girlfriend's unbridled desire.

With a sudden shift, Y/N leaned back in, her fangs once again grazing Emily's neck. This time, she didn't hold back. The fangs sank deep, and Emily's cried out in pleasure. The sweet, metallic taste of blood filled her mouth, and she felt a powerful surge of energy flow through her body, mixing with the intense arousal already there.

Emily's hips bucked as the vampire's fingers worked their magic. The dual sensation of the bite and the caress was almost too much. Y/N's tongue swirled around the puncture marks, lapping up the crimson essence that spilled forth. Each pull at her neck sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Emily's core, making her wetter, more desperate for release.

With a skilled twist of her wrist, Y/N found Emily's G-spot, and the human gasped. The vampire's eyes gleamed with triumph as she watched the effect she had on her partner. She curled her fingers just so, while the pad of her thumb brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves with each thrust. Emily's legs began to tremble, and she gripped the couch cushions tightly, her knuckles turning white.

The wetness between Emily's thighs grew more pronounced, dripping down onto Y/N's hand, leaving a warm, slick trail. The vampire growled low in her throat, the sound vibrating against Emily's neck, sending another jolt of pleasure through her.

Her body grew taut as a bowstring, each touch from Y/N's fangs and fingers sending her closer to the edge. And then, with one final, deep bite and a firm, precise stroke, she shattered.

Emily's orgasm hit her like a thunderstorm, waves of pleasure crashing over her, drowning out everything else. She yelled out Y/N's name, her back arching off the couch. Her body quivered and spasmed under the vampire's expert touch.

Y/N pulled away from her neck, her eyes sparkling with a different type of hunger. She shifted her position, moving down Emily's body like a predator staking its claim. Her wet tongue slid down Emily's throat, over her collarbone, and between her heaving breasts, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Emily's breath was ragged, her chest rising and falling with the intensity of her climax. She felt Y/N's breath against her skin, and then the soft, insistent touch of her tongue, tracing the line of her abdomen. The vampire paused at her navel, flicking it gently before continuing her descent.

She spread Emily's legs wider, positioning herself between them. Emily could feel the wetness of her own arousal on her thighs, and she shivered with anticipation as Y/N's breath danced against her heated skin. She licked along the sensitive folds, savouring the flavour that was uniquely Emily. The human's legs trembled, and she let out a low moan as the vampire's tongue delved deeper, lapping up the wetness that had gathered.

Y/N paused to admire the sight before her: Emily's beautiful pink flesh, glistening with need, begging for attention. She smirked, knowing just how much power she had in this moment. With a flick of her tongue, she found the swollen bud of Emily's clit and sucked it into her mouth. Emily's body jerked in response, a sharp gasp escaping her lips.

Y/N's tongue was relentless, lapping and swirling with an intensity that could only be described as feral. It was as if she had been starved of this taste for an eternity, and now she was making up for lost time. Her eyes remained locked on Emily's, watching the play of emotions as pleasure overwhelmed her girlfriend's features.

Emily's moans grew louder, her body responding to the insistent rhythm of Y/N's mouth. Her movements were primal, driven by a hunger that went beyond the need for sustenance. Emily's pussy was her obsession, and she lapped at it with the fervour of a starved man finally presented with a feast.

The pressure built again, a coil tightening in her belly. Emily grabbed at Y/N's hair, her nails digging into Y/N's scalp as she cried out. She could feel the orgasm approaching, a storm brewing in within. It grew stronger with each flick of the vampire's tongue, each suck of her lips, each gentle scrape of her fangs.

"Yes," Emily panted, her hips rising to meet the rhythm. "More, Y/N."

She obeyed, her tongue moving faster, pressing harder against her clit. Emily's grip on her hair tightened, her nails scraping lightly against her scalp. Y/N's eyes darkened with lust as she felt Emily's orgasm approaching, the blood from her neck still warm and sweet on her tongue.

Emily's body began to convulse, her hips moving erratically as she approached the peak. Y/N held on, her nails digging into Emily's thighs to keep her in place as she feasted. Emily's moans grew louder, filling the room with the sound of passion.

The storm within Emily broke, and she came again, her body wracked with spasms of pleasure. She bucked against Y/N's mouth, her juices coating the vampire's lips and chin. Y/N didn't miss a beat, lapping up every drop, her eyes closed in satisfaction.

Finally, Y/N slid back up Emily's body, leaving a trail of kisses in her wake. She wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, holding her close as the aftershocks of her climax subsided. Emily's chest heaved, her breathing ragged, but she felt a sense of peace and contentment wash over her like a warm wave.

Y/N cradled her, their skin sticky with sweat. They lay there, tangled in each other's embrace, the air thick with the scent of sex and the lingering metallic tang of blood. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their hearts beating, the thunderous pulse echoing through the quiet room.

Emily felt boneless, her eyes fluttered open to the sight of Y/N's concerned gaze searching her face. "I'm okay," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper. Y/N's expression softened, the fiery hunger replaced by gentle concern. She knew that Emily needed to rest, to regain her strength after the intense feeding and the subsequent orgasms.

Y/N leaned in, her voice soft against Emily's ear. "I love you," she said, her words a gentle caress that sent a shiver down Emily's spine. Emily managed a weak smile, feeling the love that flowed between them like a warm current.

With a sigh of contentment, she allowed herself to relax fully into Y/N's embrace, her body going limp with satisfaction. "Rest now," Y/N whispered.

[myanxietydemonaretootired]

If I had a nickel for every fictional (sometimes non-canon) wlw ship I obsessed over to the point of tears and insanity I'd have four nickles.

It's not weird. I am just pointing it out.

[selkiemaidenfae]

in honor of tiktok coming back this is still one of my favorite character tropes ever

and also the one most likely to have me screaming at my screen “either help her or leave her the fuck alone!!”

[probablybraindead]

not my dumbass only just clocking that kevin from criminal minds is also xander from buffy… ive sat thru like 3 seasons of buffy and watched criminal minds like 100x and ive ONLY JUST NOTICED???

[ssaemilyhotchner]

thoughts of endless night (can you stake my heart)

hotchniss・rated M (in part iii)・1.3k words i. like a secret in your throat

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Aaron Hotchner was hungry.

His was no regular type of hunger. Some might have called it desire; others, more accurately, bloodlust. But for Hotch, the intensity in his gut transcended pithy labeling. For Hotch, it was nothing short of obsession: unadulterated, hellacious, white-hot.

Emily Elizabeth Prentiss, with her shrewd mind, devastating beauty, and unquenchable curiosity…

He simply had to have her.

Striding determinately to his window which overlooked the bullpen, he watched as she scrawled diligently away at her reports, her lovely face bunched in concentration. She looked especially striking today, as if she were a temptation formed deliberately for him. And perhaps she was; he hadn’t been surprised to learn of her crush on him. She wasn't the first, after all. 

Emily was the first to garner his reciprocated attention, however. Hotch raked his gaze over her—her black pencil skirt that expertly toed the line of propriety, her red silk blouse that contrasted starkly against her alabaster skin—and had to make a conscious effort to refrain from salivating. She was always so well dressed, except for the days when she wore those damned turtlenecks. He hated what they shielded from his gaze: the smooth column of her reedy neck, the hollowed base of her delicious throat, the steady pulsing of her carotid. 

Emily was the brightest woman he had ever come across, but her smarts came at the terrible price of her unsatisfiable curiosity. Research projects, she had called them, unaware that she was in the middle of a great big ‘research project’ herself. 

Poor Emily, he thought, always meddling in things she shouldn’t.

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Read the rest of the story here.

[notaboypossiblyagenius]

vampire prentiss except shes a giggly dork after feeding

[prentissmultiverse]

Cool, featherlight fingers brushed along your arm, sending an electric shiver down your spine. The touch was deliberate, as though savoring every inch of skin they grazed. Your brow furrowed in sleep, caught in that liminal space between dream and waking. Another stroke—this time along the curve of your jaw. Soft. Intimate. Icy cold.

Your eyes shot open, your heart pounding as though it were trying to escape your chest. Standing above you, silhouetted in the moonlight, was a woman whose presence was both haunting and alluring. Her sharp features were framed by jet-black hair that cascaded like liquid night, and her lips curved into a mischievous smirk. But it was her eyes that ensnared you—dark, endless pools that seemed to see straight into your soul. little sneak peak for the next emily prentiss x reader one shot 🦇 big shoutout to @/profilerprntiss on twitter for creating the icon and for beta-reading all my fanfics.

[decrepitluvr]

𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝒻𝒶𝓋𝑜𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝓋 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒸𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈..~ ☽｡⋆

[jeansmartswhxre]

my friend and i started talking about a criminal minds vampires AU and i wrote a vampire!emily prentiss smutty one-shot… would anyone be interested in me posting it? i might also post it on ao3 too!

[playsthetics]

MBTI: My Favourite Characters

ESFJ (11/16)

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Gomez Addams (The Addams Family)

Caroline Forbes (The Vampire Diaries)

Barbie (Barbie)

Gloria Pritchett (Modern Family)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Aimee Gibbs (Sex Education)

Cher Horowitz (Clueless)

Alana Bloom (Hannibal)

Nandor The Relentless (What We Do In The Shadows)

Vilde Hellerud Lien (Skam)

[virescent-v]

Part One

Summary: Tragedy strikes Emily, leaving her with a life or death decision. Tempted by a stranger, enticed by a life she knows nothing about, Emily has twenty-four hours to decide. What fate beholds our beloved agent?

Word count: 1.3k

Warning: Nothing for this, I think? Light talk about restraints, maybe a little blood/gore if you squint?

A/N: I've been dreaming of a vampire!Emily fic for ages. I'm taking the stake to the heart and writing it myself lol. This is Emily x OC. I'm curious how everyone will feel about it, so leave me some comments! This first part is going to be kinda short, just a glimpse of what is happening in my head. Lmk what you think!

A quick, shadowed, blur brought a searing pain across Emily��s abdomen. With the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the pain took a few seconds to hit her. A draft in the darkened, damp, warehouse highlighted the fact that her sweater had been sliced across the middle. Putting her hand across her belly, however, made her aware that there was blood. 

A lot of blood. 

She tried to take a few more steps, push further into the warehouse to meet back up with her team, but the pain caused her to crumple to the floor. 

“Fuck,” she whispered, trying to put pressure on the bleeding. Emily could feel it ooze from around her fingers, dripping steadily onto the floor below. 

Trying to keep her voice down to not alert the unsubs they were chasing, Emily brought her wrist up to her mouth, trying to communicate through the mic that was hidden in her sleeve. “Officer down. I’ve been stabbed. I repeat, officer down.” 

She wasn’t sure how exactly the team had ended up separated, other than the warehouse being a maze full of shipping containers stacked almost to the ceiling. She could’ve sworn Derek was behind her, but when she turned around, she was alone. 

“Emily, where are you?!” Hotch’s voice came through on the ear piece. 

There were echoes of hurried footsteps all around her, becoming more and more indiscernible as seconds ticked by. She wasn’t sure if they were her team trying to find her or assailants trying to escape. 

Emily blinked rapidly, her vision becoming blurry around the edges. With a groan, she lifted her arm to speak into the mic. It took more effort than she cared to admit, each breath feeling like fire in her lungs. “Gah, I don’t know, Hotch!” She laid down on the floor, the coolness seeping into her overheated body. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it.” 

She was vaguely aware of Hotch’s panicked voice in her ear, her brain refusing to focus on the words. 

The echoes of footsteps were getting louder, but she had the sinking feeling it wasn’t her coworkers. She tried to drag her weakened body across the floor, push herself against the shipping container to hide as much as possible. Trying to give her team more time to find her. 

Another shadowed figure appeared, staring over her body with their head tilted. The body was slim, and couldn't be much bigger than her. 

The hairs on Emily’s body stood up, a warning. She didn’t know this person, but something about them felt almost familiar. Like she could trust them. Not that she had much choice, her muscles in her extremities falling limp, buzzing with the loss of electrical impulses as her body tried to save the major thoracic organs. 

“Grab her,” the figure said. “She won’t make it before the ambulance arrives. Leave the others.” 

From the darkness, a taller, broader, more defined body came into view. Emily tried to focus on their features, but the spots in her vision made it impossible. 

A rush of wind, the feeling of floating before a hard surface at her back. The slam of a door. A  car? Her breath coming more slowly, her pulse faintly drumming in her chest. 

The last thing Emily remembers before darkness is a pinching sensation at her lower neck. 

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With a grimace, Emily shifted, her body heavy, like trudging through a thick layer of mud. Overwhelming sensations prickled across her skin, almost as if she could feel each fiber of her shirt against each single cell of her body. 

She tried to blink, but her eyelids felt glued shut. She went to rub at them, only to find her hands tied down. 

As the panic started to overtake her, a slam of a door thudded in whatever room she was in. 

Slow, steady footsteps – heels? –  echoed on what seemed to be marble flooring. She tried to slow her breathing, but realized she was already holding it. 

Where was she? What was happening?

The last thing she remembers is the warehouse, all-consuming pain, and then nothingness. 

“I know you’re awake,” the voice said. “I can almost hear your thoughts.” The voice chuckled, a melodic sound definitively belonging to a woman. “You need to open your eyes. We have much to discuss.” ‘

Emily swallowed dryly, utterly confused.  She tried again to open her eyes, to no avail. 

“Oh, sorry. They’re still taped. Gimme a second.” 

Emily flinched as extremely cold hands lightly touched her face, slowly peeling tape from her eyes. Cautiously, she opened them, her eyes focusing sharply. 

“Where am I?” She said, tilting her head around, trying to figure it out, but nothing looked familiar. Marble floors, expansive windows, decor that even she couldn’t afford. 

“Agent Prentiss, you need to listen to me. I will answer all of your questions, but we’re running on a tight time frame right now.” The woman moved closer, staring directly into Emily’s eyes. 

Emily’s brow furrowed at the color of the stranger’s eyes; a deep cognac color, hints of a golden honey. Unnatural. Contacts, maybe? 

The woman smiled. Somehow, this put Emily at ease, her tense muscles relaxing slightly. 

“My name is Adelaide Turner. You may call me Addie. Two nights ago, you were stabbed in a warehouse in Boston. You had gotten separated from your team trying to catch a prolific serial killer.” 

Memories flooded Emily’s mind, the vision of a darkened blur, the feeling of the cold, wet floor beneath her. A slight, hooded figure and a larger henchman. 

“The wound across your abdomen was extensive. Your organs barely kept inside by the fascia. You would not have survived if I hadn’t found you when I did. No living medical person would’ve been able to save you.” 

Emily’s eyes cut to Addie’s. “Living?” 

Addie smirked. “Caught that, did you?” She cleared her throat. “Stay with me, Agent. What I’m going to tell you is absolutely true, no matter how unbelievable it may seem.” 

Emily felt her walls go back up, distrust starting to overtake her. Who was this woman? 

Addie took a deep breath. “I bought you more time. I–,” she faltered for a second, eyes downcast. Emily watched her steady herself, before catching her eyes again. “I am a vampire. I bit you to buy you time.” 

Addie watched as Emily processed her words, stopping her before she could object. “You know it to be true. You remember the bite.” 

Another glimpse of a memory. A pinch at her neck. 

Addie nodded. “I know it sounds made-up. Trust me, I’ve been there,” she rolled her eyes. “The only thing keeping you alive right now is the virus  coursing through your veins.” 

At this point, Emily finally felt a slight burning sensation continuously running up and down her body, flowing with her blood. She winced, not enjoying the way it felt in her toes and fingers. 

“The virus takes time to take hold. If I leave you as is, you will turn into a vampire, just like me,” Addie said, smiling. She waited for Emily’s full attention, opening her mouth and letting her fangs descend, the sharp points overtaking her canines. They weren’t much longer than her other teeth, but definitely noticeable. 

Emily struggled to believe what was clearly in front of her. Vampires were supposed to be myths, legends, costume ideas for kids at Halloween, and fun, action-packed horror movie characters. Not real beings. 

Trying to wrap her head around the new information, Emily paused. “What do you mean if you leave me as is?” 

Addie shrugged. “I could give you the antidote to the virus and you could die.” 

Emily scoffed. “That’s it? I have two options?” Her brow furrowed deeper. “Dead or deader?” 

Addie darkly chuckled. Emily tried not to bristle at the noise. “I know, neither are great. It’s up to you.” Addie turned and started walking to the door. She paused, her hand on the handle. “You don’t have long to decide. The virus will completely take hold in two days time. After that, you will become one of us.” She turned and looked back at Emily, still strapped to a table in the middle of the room. “You have until tomorrow morning to decide, Emily. I’ll come back in a few hours and answer any questions you may have,” she said, closing the door quietly behind her. 

[cherry-cigaretts]

welcome to my blog!

🎀; I'm a c.ai bot creator with a passion for writting. You can request scenarios for bots or little blurbs. I'll try my best to get to as many requests as possible! my user is cherrycigaretts

📽️; I'll be making bots mainly from t.v series. I write for Criminal Minds, The Vampire Diaries and occasionally The Originals. If requested, I'd be happy to make bots about another character one of the actors played!

🍂🍁; I also occasionally write fics! Just small blurbs and au's. angst (my favorite), fluff, humor, horror.

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This post will be updated frequently! Much love.

[marie-sworld]

10 characters, 10 fandoms

Thank you @the-irish-girl for tagging me and giving me a reason to show some of my favourite characters haha 🫶🏻

Carol Danvers (MCU)

Stiles Stilinski (Teen Wolf)

Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries)

Nick Nelson (Heartstopper)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Benedict Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

Anne Shirley Cuthbert (Anne With An E)

Dean Winchester (Supernatural)

Belle (Beauty And The Beast)

Last but not least...

✨Rogelio✨ De La Vega (Jane The Virgin)

I'm tagging my best friend @kaeinherworld (obviously, no pressure if you don't want to do it 😘)