#lesbian jj

[flaminghotjareau]

correct me if i’m wrong but i think the first occurrence of the word “lesbian” in criminal minds was when that guy suggested that jj could be a lesbian and i’m so obsessed with this like yes sir your gaydar is correct

[ro-presents-under-the-nola-stars]

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau and Ros part one.

Butch Lesbian HCs/AU Background

Pre-Little Bama Girl

ROSLYN KEPT JJ ON A VERY SHORT STRING. From the moment JJ was brought home, Ros was obsessed with her. Maybe even before that, but definitely after. She would always just marvel at her, stare with the stars shining in her eyes, smile never-ending because she could not believe that babies were actually as small as they made the dolls. Sure, JJ cried a lot. I mean, a lot, but she didn't cry when Roslyn gave her a finger to hold, and that made Roslyn feel special. When JJ was born, Roslyn threw away all her baby dolls because JJ was just so much better.

As soon as she was allowed to hold her, oh, Roslyn never put her down. Not that she was often asked to but even when she was, JJ would have to be pried from her big sister's hands. She didn't understand why, but her mom never seemed to want to deal with JJ all that much. So Roslyn learned how to do everything. It was easy; learning proper head support, learning to change a diaper. Learning to feed her. Learning to burp her. It really wasn't that different from a baby doll, just so much better because JJ actually ate food and actually burped and peed and pooped, and she actually responded to Ros' touch or voice. She got so good so fast that their mom quickly went from hovering over her to just being in the room and glancing over here and there. Not that Roslyn noticed too much either way.

When she was with JJ, JJ was the only thing in the world that mattered.

When Roslyn taught JJ how to walk, that was when the fun really started. JJ followed Ros everywhere, and Ros loved it. Even if she didn't like all the things Ros liked, she liked sharing her space, and that was enough. She didn't even mind that JJ wasn't like other girls and that she didn't like when Ros tried to put make up on her or bows or jewelry. No, JJ liked to walk around shirtless, in a mere diaper and fuck things up. JJ liked to play with Ros' "boyfriends" trucks and GI Joes and when Ros would play house with said "boyfriends", she went back and forth between pretending JJ was their daughter or son because JJ felt more like a little brother sometimes, and Ros thought that was so cool. If JJ was a little brother and a little sister all at once then her parents didn't have to have any more kids ever because she could only share her things with one person, and JJ was already here.

Ros watched Reading Rainbow with JJ and Lola Falana tapes and MTV. She taught her how to dance and how to kick a soccer ball. And it worked out perfect because even if JJ didn't like all the same things, she still liked to be wherever Ros was, and Ros loved to keep her on her hip.

JJ was never just Ros' little sister; she was her baby.

[donnydamakkk]

i really wish there were more butch jj truthers in the world

[charlleyx]

Jemily Fan Fiction

Jareau-Prentiss : Case Histories

Jareau-Prentiss : Case Histories

This is my first 'case' in my series of Jemily one shots and multi-chapter instalments. They are all connected but won't be in any order. They will be all about the relationship between Emily Prentiss and Jennifer Jareau and the life they create together. It was span years of time. Some may follow loosely to some canon events but it should all become clear as you read and any changes I hope to explain in my writing as it comes up.

They will vary wildly in length and rating. Some will be short, some like this one multiple long chapters, some two shots and so on. Some will be rated T and some will go all the way to E. Some will contain smut, some will be fluff, some angst, some a mix of some or all of the above.

This is the first one I am posting

What happens when JJ decides on the 25th anniversary of her older sister's death that she will take Emily, her wife and their two young daughters to spend the long weekend with JJ's mother, Sandy. Will it help JJ's mother deal with her grief? Can a strained relationship between JJ and her mother be healed with the help of JJ's daughters presence. What will happen when before the anniversary date actually hits, JJ and Emily get called away on a case? Is leaving their young daughters with Sandy a smart move or could tragedy be lurking around the corner yet again?

The Case Of : Tragedy Strikes To The Day

Chapter 1 : Homecoming

Chapter 2 : Duty Calls

Chapter 3 : Trust Instincts

Chapter 4 : Finding Strength

[scarlettjemily]

Watching criminal minds is a wild experience, because one minute you’re interested in the serial killer stories and then the next minute you’re a whore who has a gun kink

[myanxietydemonaretootired]

Emily: Do you think you would have notice me if we had gone to the same high school?

JJ: Emily, you were a weird closeted goth polyglotte with a strange addiction to poker and cigarettes. I would have noticed you and not in a good way.

[prentisslvrsworld]

guys if u disagree i don’t wanna hear it!

[joodle-doodle]

they really tried so hard to make this woman straight but only made her gayer in the process

[luthqrs]

JENNIFER 'JJ' JAREAU being called a lesbian in CRIMINAL MINDS 9x20 | 'Blood Relations'

[ro-presents-under-the-nola-stars]

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau and Boys

Butch Lesbian HCs/AU Background

Pre-Little Bama Girl

JJ NEVER LIKED BOYS. When she was little, she didn't like the way they looked. She didn't like the way that they smelled. She didn't like their jokes. She didn't like the way they would pull her hair or push her down or pinch her or call her names. Even aside from those the things she didn't like, even as a little girl, she never found them interesting. She didn't even notice little boys in her class until they bothered her enough that she had no choice but to notice things she didn't like. She didn't really notice them until her hair got pulled, until she got poked with pencils, until she had crayons, sand and God knows what else thrown at her. She didn't notice them until she was randomly being shoved to the ground, until she was randomly pinched, until she was randomly called some demeaning name.

JJ was a fighter. If she got her hair pulled, she pulled their hair right back. If she got pushed down, she got up, dusted herself off and pushed them right back. If someone threw something at her, she'd throw it right back.

And every time, she would think how she didn't like boys. Every time she would think about how girls were so much less annoying. Girls were nice. They drew each other pretty pictures. They played fun games together. Girls were interesting.

JJ can't tell you who said it her first, that boys were only mean like that when they wanted a girl to be their girlfriend, but it changed everything for her.

(She didn't understand the logical, either)(She pulled out chairs for girls she liked, gave them snacks out of her lunchbox, and shared her toys. She let them win in all their games. She held their hands at nap time.)(But she didn't hit them. She didn't pull their hair. She didn't push them down. She never called them mean names)(It made no sense that little boys would do those things when they liked girls)(It made even less sense that they were allowed to.)

The mention of the boys wanting her to be their girlfriend meant no more was she just doing what was done unto her. Her first fight, her first real right, happened when a little boy yanked her ponytail at recess and called her stupid. She wasn't just annoyed now. As she turned around, the only thought in her mind was how much she didn't want to be his girlfriend. So, she didn't just pull his rat-tail. As she punched him, once, twice, six times and while she was doing it, all she could think about was how she never wanted him to want her to be his girlfriend.

She kept fighting after that. I mean, really fighting. She never stopped getting attention from boys, and she was determined to stop being liked.

She got in so much trouble for it. Oftentimes more trouble than her male counterparts. Her teachers, her mother especially would tell her that she should be nicer. That the boys didn't mean anything by their behavior, that they just liked her and she wasn't being fair to them. Her mother would tell her to be gracious. She would tell her that she should think of herself as so lucky that so many boys think she's pretty. Her mother would say that she was too pretty, anyway, to fight. Fighting wasn't ladylike. Fighting would ruin her pretty little face before got to properly grow unto her. Her mother would tell her that she would never find a husband when she grew up, if she kept fighting like that, if she wasn't gracious or nice enough, if she ruined her pretty little face.

JJ started to fight more.

[donnydamakkk]

I was thinking about JJ’s speech about the unsub’s motivations to Hotch in 3x17 In Heat, the way she said it, and her reaction to the conversion camps in season 8. I kind of have a hc that her mom may have sent her to a conversion camp when she was young, maybe not a camp that was as bad as the one on the show but still enough to traumatise her and make it hard for her to express herself freely.

If you’re open to it, I’d love to know if you had any thoughts or hcs about this. Thanks and please feel free to ignore this if it’s not something you want to talk about!

okay, oh my god? idk know how this has never crossed my mind; i, too, have a hc of her mother bein a homophobic cunt so idk how i didn't consider this idea especially cus i am obsessed w moments where she says things that u jus know if she reflected for 2secs more, she'd unlock some things about herself.

i feel like it would explain a lot about her. cus yk there are several little moments throughout out the show where she says something n it sounds like she's right there. it sounds like she's 🤏🏾 this close to opening that door about herself n then she just... doesn't. n then she moves on n keeps living her comphet life. it's almost like she's always in front of the door of self acceptance and she even might touch the doorknob sometimes, but, at the end of the day, she always opts out of opening that door. w the conversion camp therapy memory in the back of her mind, i think she only allows herself to be the strongest of "allies" (hence those slip up moments) bcus while she's too afraid n unpacking that for her would b too painful for her, she hates the idea of other queer people feeling and living in her constant state of fear n strive for being the patriarchal idea of "perfect" n "normal".

my comphet lesbian jj hc that i posted once was that she's not as unknowing about her sexuality. she was just basically in denial n rejecting it the whole time n when she got close to maybe fully unpacking, she met will decided to try one more time w guys, jus to b sure, only to end up pregnant. my hc was by the time she got pregnant, she knew emphatically that she was a lesbian but she made the practical choice n opted for traditional "normalcy". i feel like ur hc of her having been to a conversion camp as a kid fleshes that out a lil bit. w that tidbit, i feel like her pregnancy n that man gave her an excuse to not fully live in her truth. she took as a " well see ig they were right im not supposed to b w women" n once again decided not to unpack bcus she was afraid of facing what she's been thru.

i like this hc. i like it a lot.

it also ties into another version of jj that i have n am currently working on a fic for. it could work this that particular reiteration v well actually. she's honest w herself there but i can still easily see how that experience would shape even openly gnc lesbian jj's life n mindset n how she navigates her gender identity.

yeah. this hc is jus genuinely good, to me. do u mind if i also adopt it?

[midnight-love-song]

No no the best ship dynamic is actually the sweetheart who learns to be ferocious x the monster who learns to be gentle

[scarlettjemily]

the cm women are looking FINEEEEEEEEE

[myanxietydemonaretootired]

Emily: I would never beg for a man to love me. I would never ask twice and if he doesn't see me, then it's his loss.

Emily: but for a woman-

[ohlittlearchie]

if lesbian jj isn’t real then why did jj act like that during the conversion therapy episode hm? that wasn’t ally empathy or profiling that was a coming out scene

[thir10th]

hey lovely! can I request a fic where r is feeling insecure with her body lately and emily shows how beautiful she is? fluff w some smut if you feel comfortable :)

Hi anon! your timing couldn't be better. This has been sitting on my drafts for weeks, i kinda hated it, but you just gave me an excuse to get back to it, so thank you for that and for requesting! Hope you like it <3

will you? - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

summary: see the ask. I changed it a bit but the main idea is still there tw: insecure reader, face-sitting, oral sex, body image, tiny bit of angst (blink and you miss it) a/n: this one might be a bit messy but i still enjoyed writing it! like & reblog <3

You throw your bag far away when you enter the hotel room. This case was getting hard, nothing was making sense, and you had been working for the past 14 hours none stop.

You need to ether sleep, eat something, a shower, or an orgasm. Or maybe all of them

but that isn't an option right now, because you're mad at her.

You aren't even sure why you had gotten so upset about it, its not like she had actually done anything, but you were still annoyed.

You were actually mad at yourself, more than at your girlfriend, but her words still resonating on your head wouldn't go away.

Emily's arms wrapping around your waist make you jump, getting you out of your thoughts.

Hugging you from behind, she rests her face on your shoulder, you feel her warm breath on your neck, she kisses your cheek lovingly.

Her arms leave your waist to reach your shoulders, her hands massage your arms which makes you close your eyes in pleasure, relying on her touch. Maybe staying mad wasn't that worth it.

"You know what i think you need?" she moves a strand of hair to kiss the curve of your neck "mh- what?" you say, a smile of pleasure starting to form on your lips

"I think you know what" she answers, you can feel her smile against your skin, her teeth brushing against your shoulder, and then you realize what she has in mind

"No, no, Em, absolutely not" You refuse, pulling away from her touch, turning around to look at her, crossing your arms.

"ugh i can't believe you're still thinking about it, after this morning" there it is, you are pushing her away again.

Why is she so insistent though, why can't she just read your mind and understand?

"Ok, ok I'm sorry, I just don't understand. You're always so open to trying new stuff, and that, just... i don't know, baby, i just want to know why you don't want it, that's all" She says, her hand reaching to rest on your arm to comfort you.

You just can't tell her, you're too ashamed. That same morning your girlfriend had suggested you tried something new in bed. She had asked you, boldly, (like she always did) to sit on her face.

She had insisted so much, you had denied every time.

Really, what was there to hate? your beautiful girlfriend was literally asking you to fuck her face, to eat you out, to give you full control. But you just couldn't do it.

"c'mon, baby, i just want to understand" she is being gentle, using her persuasion skills on you, calling you by the special pet name that would only come out in moments of special intimacy or vulnerability

She knows how to get to you, and that only makes you angrier.

You take her hand off your arm, getting yourself away from her, you need to be alone.

"I'm gonna go take a shower, try to keep it in your pants while i'm gone, all right?" you spit at her, and seeing her mouth-opened expression, you regret it inmidiately.

Standing under the warm stream of water helps you get your mind off of things for a while, while you wander what's exactly got you all worked up like this.

Emily doesn't deserve any of this, she had been nothing but sweet. Yes, she has been insistent about it, but that doesn't mean she had to be hit in the face with your own insecurities.

Getting out of the shower you stare at your reflection on the bathroom mirror. God, you hate how it makes you feel, but what you hate the most is how you're paying your own frustrations with your girlfriend.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, you get out, ready to face an angry Emily, instead she lays on the bed, already on her sleep clothes, reading with her book resting on her knees

"Em?" you try, she looks at you from over her book, then gets back to reading

"You're not gonna talk to me?" you ask

"whenever you're ready to actually talk to me, then I will. I'll try to keep it in my pants in the meantime, though" she shoots back in a sarcastic tone.

She's right, you shouldn't have said that, it had been a low blow.

You sit beside her, taking the book from her hands and placing it on the nightstand. She looks at you with mixed anger and sadness.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, you know i didn't, this is just hard for me" you try to explain. "Look, I just don't think it's a good idea, alright?"

"I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable, but i want you to talk to me, i've been trying to get to you, and you just shut me out" she says, sitting upright on her spot on the bed, taking your hands on hers, looking you in the eyes

"it's just... i don't want to... hurt you" her mouth falls open once again "hurt me? that's what this is all about? baby c'mon, you won't hurt me, why do you say that?" her tone switches to full concern now, the previous argument already forgotten

"yes, i will, I will choke you with this big stupid things and you won't ever want to go down on me again" you finally let out

"well... I'll die a happy woman then" she chuckles, trying to downplay it

"Ok, baby, listen to me" she holds your face with both her hands, forcing you to look at her, the tenderness of her gaze deepening into you

"i love every part of you, even the ones you don't like, thighs included" she waits for an answer but you don't say anything.

Emily lifts your your chin with her finger, and leaves a soft peck on your lips, the contact makes you relax instantly

"you are smart" she says, leaving another soft kiss on your cheek

"and beautiful" now getting your other cheek

"and sexy" she kisses your nose this time

"and so, so hot" she moves back to kiss your lips again, and you chuckle nervously at her words

"what can i do to help you believe me?" you shake your head "let me bury myself into you, please" her pleading is getting too much, her thumb caresses your face so softly, so tenderly.

How could you deny her anything when she asks so sweetly? you finally nod, the huge smile spreading along her face

"Em, are you sure?” you ask, biting at your lip as you watch your girlfriend sit on the edge of the bed and recline back, laying face-up atop the covers with an eager grin spread across her face. “I might weigh too much…”

Emily raises her head up and shoots you a look. “Honey, I’m positive,” she says, trying to keep the whine out of her voice.

She wants you on her so badly she can barely stand it, eyes flickering between your face and the bathrobe that covers your thick, delectable thighs from view. 

A moment of deliberation passes, then, without another word, you reach down and untie the soft white hotel bathrobe, letting it slide down your arms to fall to the floor at your feet, leaving you completely naked in a matter of seconds

"fuck" you hear her mutter "you're so beautiful" Emily breathes

“Not as beautiful as you” you murmur as she clambers onto the bed.

You crawl up it until you are kneeling beside Emily's head, the mattress dipping slightly beneath your combined weight.

“Is it okay if I…?”

“Yes.” her decisiveness tells you she wasn't joking, she does want this more than you had thought

You take a deep breath in and then lift a leg, swinging it over Emily and settling it on the other side of her head so that you are straddling her, your cunt hovering mere inches over Emily's mouth.

"Promise me you will tell me if i'm too heavy, or if you can't breath" too excited to resist, Emily reaches up to thumb at your clit. 

“I will” she says, sliding her free hand along your thigh, rubbing comforting circles into the soft skin.

“I promise you i will tap you twice, but i won't need it" she reassures. "You’re gorgeous—fuck, I wanna taste you so bad.”

Cautiously, you lowered yourself down enough that your near-dripping pussy was just barely pressing against Emily’s face.

You were planning to keep as still as possible in order to resist the urge to squeeze your thighs around Emily or put too much weight on her, but that idea flew out the window almost immediately after her tongue darted out, flattening itself against the lips of your pussy before dragging upward and settling at the soft nub of your clit. 

“Oh,” you gasp, giving a shuddery little jerk of your hips before you can stop yourself.

Emily moans in reply, the sound vibrating against your walls and causes you to whimper again. 

Her tongue flicks out, circling your clit and applying occasional pressure, whilst two fingers push inside you, crook and rubbing at your sennsitive inner walls.

You shudder and gasp, quickly losing yourself to the feeling.

“Oh, fuck, Emily,” you gasp out, finally giving in to the temptation to reach down and fist her hand into her silky hair.

Your girlfriend lets out another appreciative moan when you give it a rough tug, the vibrations making every feeling intensify.

Losing yourself to the pleasure, you rock your hips against Emily, knees pressing hard into the mattress. She has always been an expert on driving you wild like this.

Her nose rubbing right at your clit and you couldn’t help but moan, gripping tighter on the headboard. God, she has the perfect nose for this.

Emily’s mouth wrap around you, tongue sinking into your pussy as far as she can while she sucks at you, eagerly lapping your juices into her mouth.

Her hands groped at your ass, encouraging you to roll your hips, effectively riding her face.

She keeps up the pace, mouthing desperately at your clit until you can feel yourself letting go.

Hips stuttering and then stalling. Your thighs shook up, inner walls spasming around Emily’s fingers as you fall over the edge and into bliss.

“Oh fuck! Fuck, Em...” You breath out, your chest heaving as you very slowly open your eyes, coming down to earth as Emily leaves little kitten licks on your cunt, sucking up as much of your juices as she could.

Your body shudders when her nose brushes against you again, this time an accident and she chuckles softly, helping you swing your leg over her and drop onto the bed beside her.

Emily stays put, lying face-up as she catches her breath. Then, once she feels able to, she rolls onto her side and grins at you.

"good?" she asks, her fingers softly playing with your hair

"absolutely perfect" You reply with a dreamy smile, pulling her to you for a kiss. You can't help but moan into her mouth at the taste of yourself on her tongue.

"I'm really sorry of what i said, Em" you said, keeping you face close to hers, holding her

"It's ok, I know you were upset. I just want you to know that i love every single part of your body, no exceptions" you kiss her sweetly, her words causing a warm feeling to spread on your stomach

"you're perfect" you say, pulling her in for another kiss

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Hope you like it! reqs are still open!