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sunlightgalaxy · 6 months ago
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stress relief
emily prentiss x fem!reader
idk the word count
warnings: 18+, smut, smoking, smoking kink, praise kink
a/n: ummmm ya in the middle of italy and every time i see someone smoking all i think of is paget brewster maybe i have a problem. also writing this violently hungover and i haven’t written smut in months & this is not proofread. relationship between em and reader is left to interpretation xx enjoy!!
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“you know how bad that is for you, right?” you spoke from behind, the older woman’s eyes turning to meet yours. you stood leaning against the precinct doors, arms crossed as you eyed the cigarette between emily’s fingers.
“it’s stress relief,” she replied, tapping the end to remove ash. “only do it at work.”
“i’m sure there’s some better ways to relieve stress,” you said, moving towards her. there was something about the way she held the cigarette between her hands, so delicately as if it the most fragile item in the world.
prentiss shrugged, moving the cigarette to between her lips and taking a hit. your eyes followed, your legs clenching as you watched her movements. how was something so deadly so attractive?
“so,” emily started, taking note of the way your cheeks heated as she blew out the smoke. “you come out here to watch or for a case-related question?”
“oh, right, sorry.” you muttered, clearing your throat as you felt your cheeks get red. “yeah, we think we found a lead in the case.”
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as it turned out, the lead was a dead end and the team was back to square one. frustrated, hotch sent everyone back to the hotel for the night. which is how you not only found yourself rooming with emily, but you also found yourself ogling as she whipped out a cigarette on the hotel balcony. you watched her settle into the chair, her eyes focused on the view in front of her. well, until she turned and saw you staring.
emily smirked as she caught you watching her. she found it amusing, really, the way your eyes were fixated on the little product in her hand. as she pulled the cigarette to her mouth for another draw, she motioned to the chair next to her as if to invite you over.
you picked up on this and pulled yourself out of bed, making your way over to the balcony in your pajamas. wordlessly, you settled in the chair next to emily, mere inches separating you two. you shivered, unaware of just how cold it was.
you felt emily’s eyes rake over your body and suddenly became aware of your clothing choice. your small tank top and ever shorter shorts were not uncommon for you to wear around her on a case, but today was different.
“here, hold this.” emily said, passing you her cigarette as she took off her sweatshirt. your eyes shamelessly watched, cigarette in hand as you watched her tank top ride up just a bit as she removed the outer layer.
you two traded items, reaching for the sweatshirt with a grateful smile.
“looks good on you,” emily spoke, fiddling with the hem of your sleeve. you looked down, noticing it was her old academy sweatshirt. just a little too big for your frame, the front design fading slightly, it fit you perfectly.
“if it goes missing, you know where to find it,” you teased, moving closer to the older woman. the two of you sat in silence, emily’s hand still playing with the sweatshirt. except, she moved on from the sleeve and started toying with the bottom, right at your upper thigh.
as she finished her cigarette she teased you, slowly moving her hands around your thighs. it was torturously slow, almost agonizing the way she made it feel like hours.
eventually there was nothing of the cigarette left, your eyes following as you watched the butt fall to the ground. emily’s eyes turned to you, pupils blown with lust as she pulled you closer.
no words were spoken as you were pulled into her lips, kiss deeper than ever imagined. you could taste the cigarette on her tongue as it entered your mouth, moaning at the taste.
emily smirked hearing your moan, pulling back and eliciting a whine from you. she ignored it, beginning to trail her lips down your neck. “such a hypocrite,” she murmured, pecking your neck. “hates the concept of cigarettes, but becomes such a slut when she sees me with one.”
“emily,” you gasped, feeling her hands move up under the sweatshirt. you moaned, feeling her pinching your nipples through your tank top. your hand raked through her hair, grounding yourself as you felt wetness around your pussy. you used your free hand to grab her chin, lifting her off your neck and pulling her into a kiss.
this time it was emily who moaned, deepening the kiss as she stood up. she pulled you with, careful not to knock the chairs over. you giggled as she picked you up, keeping your lips pressed together as she carried you inside.
settling you down on the bed, emily pulled back, studying you. “look so pretty in my sweatshirt, sweetheart,” she murmured, hands once again finding the hem. “think you’d look better naked,” though. in a swift motion she whisked both the hoodie and your tank top off, discarding them somewhere on the floor.
your hands mimicked hers, tugging at emily’s shirt and pulling it off. “so pretty,” you whispered, lips attaching to her breast and sucking a hickey into her skin. emily moaned, her hands exploring your body freely as she rested her head atop your hair. your hand moved to her ass, squeezing hard before pulling her sweatpants down.
you gasped as your hand trailed over her pussy, the combined material of the lace thong and the feeling of her wetness eliciting a smirk. “you always wear this to bed?” you asked, toying with the top of her thong.
“that’s for me to know and for you to find out,” emily replied, pulling off of you. “let’s see what you’ve got on, baby.” you watched her reaction as she tugged your shorts down, eyes dark when they were met with your bare, dripping cunt. “all this for me?” she asked, dragging her finger through your folds and collecting your wetness from your cunt. “all this,” she began, eliciting a moan as she brushed over your clit, “from a cigarette?”
“em, oh fuck,” you whined, watching her bring her drenched finger to her lips and suck. you pulled her by the hair and brought her into a smashing kiss, whining at the combined taste of yourself and the remnants of her cigarette. you felt your pussy clench around nothing at the taste, emily’s palm making its way back down to your dripping cunt. you rutted against her hand, wordlessly begging for more friction.
“use your words, princess,” emily said between kisses, her other hand snaking down to press against your hips, effectively stilling your movements.
“need more, em, please,” you begged, trying as best you could to move despite being held down. emily didn’t respond, instead choosing to plunge two fingers into your hole. she instantly hit your sweet spot, eliciting a gasp from you as your hands clawed down her back.
“feel so fucking good, baby,” emily praised, sucking a hickey into your chest. “so fucking tight and wet, all for me.”
“all yours,” you choked out, emily’s gaze reaching up to yours. you could feel the knot in your stomach growing, sensitivity increasing as your orgasm drew closer. as if on cue, emily added a third finger into your cunt, and began flicking her thumb across your clit.
“close?” she asked. you nodded frantically, arching your hips to get emily’s fingers impossibly deeper.
emily leaned down, nipping your earlobe. “come for me, sweet girl,” she whispered. “show me how good you are.”
at emily’s command, you felt your orgasm wash over you, the pleasure hitting you hard as emily’s lips made their way back to yours. she fucked you through it, only retreating when you began panting in her mouth.
emily collapsed on top of you, her fingers breaching your lips as you sucked them clean of your juices. she smiled, watching your fucked-out haze slowly begin to pass. too in awe of your beauty, she gasped as she felt your fingers brush through her slit.
you smirked at emily’s sudden reaction, fingers going deeper into her cunt. “my turn.”
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teiasviago · 9 months ago
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Eloise Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington in BRIDGERTON [2/8]
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grayvamp · 8 months ago
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Always a duo.
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oneoftheexactsciences · 10 months ago
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For you, Watson, I'd make adjustments. Always.
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mynamesnotdahlia · 1 year ago
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*simon voice* she was my manic pixie dream girl
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thefatcat-13 · 4 months ago
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FAVORITE PATCH/PIN/DETAIL ON YOUR BATTLE JACKET????????????
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THIS SLOUCH PATCH!!!!! i LOVE the toxic bitch ep and this is probably one of the cleanest patches ive made so far
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usermalbora · 10 months ago
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ASLIHAN MALBORA IN EVERY EPISODE: Seven Ne Yapmaz, Bolum 5
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justablah56 · 10 months ago
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tee hee drawing kyana rn <3
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frogprincegerard · 1 year ago
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We all of course knew Tula was a stoat milf but seeing it confirmed was kind of crazy
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yuckpuddle · 1 year ago
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The finale (along with some moments from other s16 eps) kinda made me lose faith of Dennis's character being treated properly in future episodes. Maybe there will be a better Dennis centric episode in an upcoming season, but every time I have faith that they'll start writing the characters in a way that I miss and give especially Dennis more of those moments of his actual issues, I get let down. The way they did teasers for this season didn't help and the style of the episode and it being a finale didn't help. If it was a random mid season episode, it wouldn't have been much of a let down to me. I'm only hoping Dennis gets a real episode like Mac and Charlie's and this wasn't their interpretation of what Dennis's version of that should be
I was actually really enjoying Dennis’s characterisation this season up until the last 2 episodes. I liked that he was coming off as less cartoonishly angry all the time and seemed to be friends with the gang again. But as much as I enjoyed parts of Bowling, they did lay the misogyny angle on a bit too thick. I would've preferred if they'd focused it more on just being sibling rivalry, rather than men vs women. I fear that this was Dennis's big emotional episode and we won't get another. Personally was hoping to see Dennis be pathetic and vulnerable (see: Tends Bar, Family Fight, Misses the Boat) and needing the gang to save/support him. I guess my interpretation of Dennis’s character really is off, if this is what Glenn was happy to put out there.
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cupcraft · 1 year ago
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I never feel more human when I'm fighting real monsters <- does anyone else want to explode
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sunlightgalaxy · 4 months ago
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unspoken
emily prentiss x reader
warnings: smut, alcohol
a/n: fun little thing i came up with
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people have unspoken rules everywhere. you and emily? no exception.
it started at okeefe’s one night after a particularly bad case, the two of you taking it worse than normal. victims looked like emily while having similar childhoods to yours. you found yourself knocking back more drinks than usual, emily doing the same.
it was only a matter of time before your drinks caught up to you. announcing your departure, you stood up for the bathroom. “i’ll go with you,” emily said. it was just one of those unspoken rules. girls always go to the bathroom in groups. what happened in that bathroom, though, was definitely not something that groups of women always do.
soon enough, it became an unspoken rule to you two.
now, it was down to routine.
a few drinks in, you’d make your way to the bathroom, emily tagging along. she’d push you into the small bathroom, using her strength to pin you against the counter. tongue deep in your mouth, she’d make quick work of unbuttoning your jeans while your own hands found their way under her shirt.
time was always of the essence, so your pants never came down past your needs. her hand would slide your underwear to the side, and thanks to the effect she has on you when inebriated, you were always dripping for her. your hand finds her nipple as hers finds your clit, your moans perfectly time. one, two, three fingers dive into your cunt as you pull your head back.
as she fucks you, emily often takes a moment to look in the mirror. without fail, she feels herself get more turned on as she looks at you in the mirror, eyes closed and mouth agape with pleasure. she smiles to herself, grateful for that little unspoken rule you two share.
like clockwork, however, she’s pulled away from her reflection as she feels your pussy clenching around her, your orgasm imminent. she tangles her free hand into your hair, pulling you upright and resting your head in the crook of her neck. nothing but praise is whispered in your ear, only pushing you further to the edge. you all but leave a bite mark on her shoulder, muffled moans making their way into her skin as you finish around her.
she pulls out moments later, erotically sucking your juices from her fingers before she fixes your appearance. still coming down from your high, you bring emily in for another kiss. it’s brief, a promise that it’ll happen later, sooner than you think.
you two make your way back out, stopping at the bar for a final drink. you dance with jj, watch garcia lose to reid in pool, and bid your farewells to the others at the table. emily does the same. after all, it’s so convenient to share a cab when you live on the way to her place.
except, she never goes back to her place. you always invite her up for a nightcap, which turns into a night spent entangled in the sheets and each other. a night of slow, proper fucking, something that just can’t be done in a bar bathroom. a night of falling asleep in her arms, only to wake up with her gone.
it’s never for long, though. she comes back bearing an iced coffee and the best bagel in washington, curing your hangover before your drink can start to melt. there’s a shower, a quick goodbye, and a soft kiss.
and then you have to wait for the next time. after all, even if there’s feelings on both sides, it’s probably better to leave them unspoken.
right?
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teiasviago · 9 months ago
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Eloise Bridgerton and Penelope Featherington in BRIDGERTON [1/8]
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witchblade · 2 years ago
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known victims of the 2023 slump
stayc (the slump originators, source of the slump)
Got the Beaft (born from slump like the uruk-hai in lotr)
aespaur
viviz, barely (distinctly okay ep)
keplaur
twice :(
lsrfm (the nothing release)
cherry bullet
cignature :( to me
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oneoftheexactsciences · 9 months ago
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I was quoting Rainer Maria Rilke, the German poet. He was consumed by a need to understand the, uh, fundamental essence of the world. And himself. Think I would've gotten on quite well with him.
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