#oblivious emily prentiss

[jojopesto]

Tell Me Twice

Summary: Tara finally confesses her feelings for Emily

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Tara Lewis

Category: Slowburn Angst (?) with eventual fluff

Author's note: I am still new to Tumblr and this will be a multi-part fic. If I figure out how to post the next chapter here, I will, if not you can find it on AO3 here.

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Emily Prentiss is beautiful.

All of the time, really, but right now, her face half flush from the wine, hair pulled back away from her face, and legs tucked under her on Garcia's couch, Tara is sure the woman has never looked better.

Emily laughs at something JJ says, and Tara swears she can feel it in her own chest. With her inhibitions down she finds herself leaning closer to Emily on the couch. Feeling her shift, Emily looks over to Tara with a warm smile.

“I love you”

The words slip out of Tara’s mouth before she can stop them and her blood runs ice cold. She’s frozen in panic. She glances at the two other girls in the room, who luckily are far enough away to not hear the whispered confession, but pick up on her sudden panic. She looks back towards Emily bracing herself for her reaction but Emily is still smiling.

…no, that can’t be right.

“I love you too Tara,” Emily says, as if it were the easiest thing to admit. “I love all of you guys. It’s nice to have nights like these with my girls again.”

Oh.

Tara is frozen for a moment as Emily goes back to her discussion with JJ. She wasn’t sure how to feel. On one hand, she’s relieved that the confession didn’t ruin anything, but on the other…a rejection when the other person didn’t even realize they were rejecting you was a pain she hadn’t braced for.

Tara says to nobody in particular that she needs to refill her wine. It’s just an excuse to leave the room, she was definitely done drinking for the night. In the kitchen, Tara leans her hip against the counter and takes a breath. She looks down at the little wine she has left in her glass, swirling it once before pouring it out in the sink. She turns the water on to wash it down the drain, rinsing her glass out in the process. She lets the water run over her fingers longer than she needs to, hoping it'll center her, and calm her pounding heart. 

Emily had said exactly what Tara wanted, but it was wrong, so completely wrong. She squeezes her eyes shut and turns off the water, setting the glass down before she drops it. She needs to pull it together. She is an adult, acting like a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher. Seriously what did she expect? Emily was going to hear her confession and pull Tara into her arms? No. She got the best possible outcome and yet she's still in here moping.

She blames it on the wine. 

She finally opens her eyes and she startles as she sees Garcia standing in the kitchen with her. 

"God Pen, you scared me." 

"Sorry," she says with an apologetic smile. "I thought you heard me walk over. I was just checking on you." 

"Yeah," Tara says with a breath. "Right, yeah I'm good. Thank you."

"Weren't you getting more wine?" Garcia asks, noticing the glass now lying in the sink. 

"Changed my mind," Tara says with a shrug, but Garcia gives her a look that says she's not convinced. 

"You know you can talk to me..."

"I know," Tara says quickly. She hopes it wasn't too quickly. She gives Garcia a smile that she hopes is convincing enough. Garcia nods, lingering a moment before heading back into the living room. For what feels like the first time, she doesn't pry, and Tara is thankful. 

After another breath, she follows Garcia and makes her way back into the living room again. But this time she doesn’t sit next to Emily. The distance feels strange.

The night goes on and every minute feels like an hour. Tara laughs with them but it feels hollow. She knows it doesn’t reach her eyes, but they don’t notice. She wonders if she could just leave without them knowing any different. Probably, but she figures it's best to at least say something. 

“I’m gonna head out, I don't feel well.” She hears questions and protests from the girls behind her but she keeps moving towards the door. Once she’s outside and the cool night air hits her face, she takes a deep breath, holds it for a moment, and then blows it back out until her lungs are empty, before walking to her car and heading home.

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Tara has always been distant.

The first time Emily met her was when the BAU assisted her with a case when she was still at Interpol. Emily could tell she was a brilliant agent, and from what she saw the team seemed to love her, but she also noticed the way she kept the rest of the team at arm's length. Though it never sat right with her, it wasn’t much of her business. She was leaving for London the next morning. But when she came back, eventually replacing Hotch, she noticed the same pattern and frankly, it bothered her.

Emily insisted that the girls start inviting Tara to their girls' nights. They tried to explain that they had, and she had always politely declined. Still, Emily wasn't sure if she believed them because when she invited Tara, she had agreed. That girls' night set into motion not only just a great relationship between the four girls but also a strong friendship between her and Tara.

Tara still has her moments of course, so when she excused herself into the kitchen for more wine Emily didn’t think much of it. She didn’t even bat an eye when she returned and didn’t take up her usual seat next to Emily. She even thought that her quiet demeanor for the remainder of the night was just because it had gotten so late, she was feeling a little tired herself. What she doesn’t miss though is the way Garcia shoots her cautious glances or the mumbled excuse Tara gives as she heads out early instead of staying the night.

She watches Tara with a furrowed brow before turning back to the girls who are now looking at each other. It seemed like Tara had taken the spirit out of the room when she left.

“That was weird right?” Emily asks, but the girls don’t respond, still sharing nearly identical expressions, that in Emily’s wine-filled haze she can’t decipher. “Come on…you guys know something don’t you?”

“I don’t know anything, honey, I’m just the technical Analyst, not a profiler,” Garcia says.

“Don’t ask me,” JJ says as Emily’s gaze shifts to her. “You must’ve said something to her”

“Me?” Emily asks. “Why do you think it was me?”

“Because you talk to her the most,” Garcia says picking up their snack bowl and standing up. “Process of elimination means it has to be you.”

“That’s not at all how process of elimination works,” JJ says to Garcia as she stands too.

“I talk to her because I want her to feel included,” Emily says.

“Em, she’s been on the team for over a year, I think she knows she’s included,” JJ says moving into the kitchen with Garcia.

“What are you guys implying?” Emily asks, scrambling to follow them.

“Nothing,” the girls say at the same time and Emily lets out a small groan.

“I’ll just talk to her on Monday,” Emily says.

She has a sneaky feeling that everyone else knows something she doesn’t

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Tara's drive wasn’t long. She doesn’t really remember it, and with the wine she had she’s lucky she even made it, but she knows the drive like the back of her hand. She’s dazed as she walks through the doors and drops her keys onto the table. Mind still reeling, she pulls off her jacket and collapses onto the couch. She has half a mind to pour herself another drink. 

She pulls out her phone as it buzzes in her pocket. She opens it to see she has two missed calls and three text messages. Both of the calls are from Garcia, and two of the texts are too. 

Garcia | You ok? What happened?

Garcia | If you’re ok, you owe me drinks for leaving early. And for the emotional stress you're putting me through worrying about you. Answer your phone! But not while driving!

JJ | Get home safe? 

She shoots a quick text back to JJ, hoping she’ll relay the message that she has gotten home safely to Garcia. She doesn’t miss the fact that there was nothing from Emily. 

With a sigh, she leans her head against the back of the couch. Above all else right now she just feels dumb. Not only for letting her feelings slip but also for now sitting at home instead of brushing this off like a normal 40-something adult would. It’s not the first time she’s been rejected, not even the most humiliating way that she’s been rejected. But why did this feel so different? 

“I love you too.” 

The words still reverberate in her head and they make her heart flutter for a moment, the what-ifs flying through her mind. What if Emily had meant it? What if Tara had stayed to clarify instead of running away? She presses the palms of her hands to her eyes and stands up with a groan. She was better than this, too old for this. She wasn’t sure yet how she was going to get over this but she had to. And she had to do it before Monday.

[prentiss4les]

emily:  i’ve been dropping her the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. no response. jj: wow. she sounds a bit.. stupid. emily: but she´s not. she´s really smart actually. just, hm. dense. jj: maybe you need to be more obvious? like, i don’t know, say “hey! i love you!” emily: i guess you’re right. hey jj, i love you. jj: see! just say it like that! emily: holy fucking shit. jj: if that flies over her head then, sorry emily, but she´s too dumb for you. emily: jj. jj: yeah? emily: nevermind.

[pedroscowgirl]

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Emily Prentiss x fem!bau reader

Pics are for aesthetic purposes only and is not an indication of what reader looks like! and these pics don't belong to me

Warnings: smut! minors dni!!

semi public sex? fingering, squirting, age gap(reader is in her twenties) , use of 'mommy', lmk if i forgot something!

summary: you and Emily are on a mission in a club and she can't keep herself from touching you x

wc: 2.8k

A/n: idk why but i was listening to 'buttons' from the pussycatdolls and had to think of her so enjoy! also this is actually my first time ever writing a smut with a woman and idk why cuz i've been bisexual for years

The club is pulsing with energy, neon lights casting vibrant shades across the room. The music is loud, drowning out any casual conversation, and bodies are moving on the dance floor in sync with the beat. You're here on assignment, undercover as Emily's partner. The two of you have been tasked with observing a target—a high-level suspect mingling among the crowd. Morgan is across the room, keeping a close eye on things from a distance, but it's Emily's attention that's making your pulse quicken.

Emily leans casually against the high-top table, her drink untouched in front of her. She’s wearing a sleek black dress that clings to her in all the right places, and the confidence she radiates is undeniable. Her dark eyes flicker over to you, and she arches a brow, a small smirk playing on her lips as she notices the way you can’t help but keep stealing glances.

"Keep your head in the game," she murmurs, but there’s a teasing edge to her tone. She steps closer, her body brushing lightly against yours. To anyone watching, it would look like a casual move, nothing out of the ordinary, just two women at a bar—but you can feel the tension between you crackling in the air. The heat of her body so close to yours is intoxicating, and the mission suddenly feels much more complicated.

Her hand rests on the table, fingers casually tapping to the rhythm of the music, but you feel her other hand brush subtly against your lower back, pulling you ever so slightly closer. Her knee presses gently between your legs under the table, the movement subtle, but unmistakable. Your breath hitches for a moment, but you try to keep your face composed, knowing that Morgan is watching from across the room.

"Act normal, sweetheart," Emily whispers, her voice low, just for you. There’s a glint of mischief in her eyes, and the corner of her mouth curves into a wicked smile.

You shift in place, trying to focus on the mission, but the sensation of her knee between your legs sends a shiver down your spine. Her touch is just enough to drive you wild, but not enough to be obvious to anyone else. You bite your lip, trying to ignore the way your body is reacting to her nearness, to the teasing pressure of her leg against you.

"Emily," you whisper, barely able to find your voice. You glance over at Morgan, who seems oblivious to what’s happening, still scanning the crowd for your target.

"What?" she asks, feigning innocence as she leans in closer, her lips just brushing the shell of your ear. "You seem a little distracted."

You stifle a smile, your heart racing. "You know exactly what you’re doing."

Her chuckle is soft, and she moves her leg just a fraction, enough to make you squirm against the pressure. "Focus," she purrs, her lips so close to your ear that her breath sends a shiver through you. "We’re here for the mission, remember?"

But it’s hard to focus on anything else when her touch is driving you to the edge of distraction. The weight of her presence, the warmth of her body so close to yours—it’s all you can think about. You’re hyper-aware of everything, the way her fingers now lightly trail down your arm, the subtle way her body shifts ever so slightly closer to yours, the way her knee presses into you in time with the music.

The target appears at the edge of your vision, and you snap back to attention, trying to focus on anything other than the throbbing heat between your legs. You nod subtly in his direction, signaling to Emily that the target is on the move. But even as the two of you start to follow him through the crowd, the tension between you remains, simmering just below the surface.

Emily’s hand slips to the small of your back as you walk, guiding you through the throng of people, her touch steady and reassuring, though there’s a lingering intimacy that makes your pulse quicken. You can still feel the ghost of her knee between your legs, the way she teased you when you were supposed to be focusing on the mission.

As you both weave through the crowd, you steal a glance at Emily, and she catches your eye. Her smile is small but knowing, as if she can read every thought running through your mind. "After this," she murmurs, leaning in close so that only you can hear, "maybe we’ll finish what we started."

Your heart skips a beat at the promise in her words, but you quickly force yourself to focus. You can’t let your guard down now, not when the target is so close. But the thought of what might happen after the mission ends is enough to keep your blood racing.

For now, though, you push those thoughts aside. You and Emily fall back into step, the professional edge returning to your demeanour as you move together, both of you focused on the task at hand. Still, the undercurrent of desire simmers between you.

The night after the mission feels like a blur. You and Emily make it back to the BAU, your bodies still buzzing from the adrenaline of the assignment, and from the charged moments between the two of you. Everyone is packing up, heading home after a long day. You’re still wearing the outfit you had on during the mission, a white blouse and a skirt that clings to your figure. Emily, still in her sleek black dress, looks as poised and composed as ever, though there's a glimmer in her eyes that tells you she’s not done with you yet.

As the last of your colleagues trickle out, Emily stays back. Her gaze lingers on you as she leans casually against her desk, arms crossed, a knowing smile playing on her lips. You feel the weight of her stare, heat pooling in your stomach, and a blush creeps up your neck as you realize you’re completely alone with her now.

You start to gather your things, but before you can finish, Emily takes a step toward you, closing the distance between you with slow, deliberate steps. The room is quiet now, save for the soft hum of the lights overhead. You can feel the tension crackling between you, and before you know it, she’s right in front of you, her hand gently resting on your arm.

"Stay," she says softly, her voice low, almost a whisper.

You look up at her, your breath catching in your throat. There’s something intense in her gaze, something that makes your heart race. Without another word, she moves closer, her body brushing lightly against yours as she gently backs you up until your hips bump against the edge of her desk.

Her hands slide to your waist, holding you in place as she leans in, her lips hovering dangerously close to yours. "You���ve been driving me crazy all night," she murmurs, her breath warm against your skin.

Your breath hitches as she closes the gap, her lips meeting yours in a slow, deliberate kiss. It’s soft at first, but it quickly deepens, her hand sliding up your side as her fingers trace the fabric of your blouse. The kiss is intoxicating, sending a wave of heat through your body. You feel her hands move to the buttons of your blouse, and with a skilled, practiced motion, she begins to undo them, one by one.

The room feels warmer, and your heart races as she breaks the kiss, her lips moving to your neck. She trails soft, teasing kisses along your skin, her hands working their way down the rest of your blouse, exposing the delicate skin of your collarbone and the tops of your breasts. Her touch is gentle, but there’s an intensity behind it that makes your pulse quicken.

"You have no idea what you do to me," she whispers against your skin, her lips brushing the exposed part of your chest. Her hands slide lower, brushing against your thighs as she presses you further against her desk.

You’re completely lost in the sensation of her touch, the way her hands and lips seem to know exactly how to make your body respond. The world outside fades away, and all that exists is this moment, just you and her, the connection between you growing stronger with every breath.

You feel the wetness between your legs, your breath growing uneven as her hand slips further up your thigh, just under the hem of your skirt. Her fingers graze the fabric of your panties, and you can’t help the soft gasp that escapes your lips.

"Does Mommy make you wet?" she asks in a playful, teasing tone, her voice thick with amusement.

You moan softly, heat rushing to your cheeks, unable to form words as the sensation of her touch makes your mind go blank. "Please, Emily," you whisper, but it’s not enough for her.

She raises an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Please who?" she asks, her tone firm but laced with that teasing edge.

You look up at her, feeling a mix of desperation and excitement. "Please, Mommy… touch me," you finally manage, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Emily’s smile turns softer, almost affectionate. "That’s better," she whispers. "Such a good girl."

Her fingers dance over your skin as she lifts you slightly, helping you adjust your position on the desk. The cool wood beneath you is a stark contrast to the warmth of her body so close to yours. She slowly slides your panties down, her movements deliberate, making every second feel stretched and heavy with tension.

Your heart pounds in your chest as she places a gentle kiss just below your collarbone, her hands exploring the newly exposed skin of your thighs. The intimacy of the moment overwhelms you, every inch of your body hyperaware of her touch.

"You're so beautiful," she whispers softly, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. There's no rush in her movements, no urgency, just a deliberate, unspoken promise that she’s taking her time because she wants this to last.

She presses her lips to your neck, trailing soft kisses down to your collarbone as her hand moves between your legs. Your breath hitches as she touches you, gently at first, her fingers moving in slow, rhythmic circles. It’s a feeling that sends a wave of warmth through your entire body, and you can’t help but lean into her, your hands gripping the edge of the desk as your head falls back, eyes fluttering shut.

"Mommy..." you moan softly, but she hushes you with a quiet "Shh, just relax, sweetheart. Let me take care of you."

Her movements remain gentle yet purposeful, building tension with every slow stroke, every soft touch. She’s in complete control, and the trust you feel in this moment is overwhelming. Her lips return to your neck, peppering kisses along your skin as her hand continues to explore you, coaxing soft sounds from your lips that you can barely control.

Time seems to blur. The tension that’s been simmering between you for so long is finally spilling over, but there’s something more than just desire here. It’s the way she looks at you, the way her touch is both tender and sure, making you feel cherished, seen, and completely in the moment.

She presses her forehead gently against yours, her breath hot on your lips. "You’re so good for me," she whispers, her voice filled with affection. "So perfect."

The words wash over you, and in that moment, everything else fades away. All that matters is her, her touch, and the connection between you. Your hands tighten on the edge of the desk as the intensity builds, and you feel yourself teetering on the edge, completely lost in her.

As your body tenses, her pace quickens, her hand expertly guiding you to the brink. Her name falls from your lips like a prayer, and she smiles against your skin, knowing exactly what you need. And when the release finally comes, it's overwhelming—a wave of sensation that makes you gasp, your hands gripping the desk for support as your whole body shakes with the force of it.

Emily holds you through it, her hand never leaving you, her lips pressing soft kisses to your cheek, your neck, as you come down from the high. Your breathing is ragged, your body trembling in the aftermath, but she’s there, grounding you, keeping you steady.

When you finally catch your breath, you open your eyes to find her watching you, her smile soft and full of warmth. She brushes a strand of hair from your face, her fingers lingering on your skin for a moment longer than necessary.

"You’re amazing," she whispers, her voice filled with something deeper than just desire.

As the last tremors of your shared moment with Emily begin to settle, the room grows quiet once again. Your body still tingles with the aftermath, your breath slowly returning to normal as you sit on the edge of her desk, adjusting your skirt, trying to regain some composure. Emily leans down, brushing a soft kiss against your lips, her touch lingering, her hand gently smoothing the fabric of your blouse.

But then, there’s another sound, a soft thud, faint but noticeable, coming from Hotch’s office. You both freeze, listening. The noise isn’t loud, but it’s unmistakable, a chair scraping against the floor, perhaps? Papers being shuffled?

You exchange a glance with Emily, the thrill of the moment between you still fresh, but now mingled with a new tension. Emily straightens, her usual composure returning as she quickly buttons the top of your blouse, her movements careful and precise. “We should get out of here before anyone sees,” she murmurs, her lips curving into a small, mischievous smile.

You nod, still catching your breath as you slide off the desk, smoothing down your skirt. But as you reach for your underwear that had been carelessly discarded during the heat of the moment, Emily is quicker. She picks them up with a sly grin, twirling the fabric around her fingers before tucking them into her handbag without a word.

"These are mine now," she whispers with a teasing lilt, her eyes gleaming with playful possession.

Your heart races again, not from fear of being caught, but from the intensity of her actions—how she continues to assert her control, even in such small, intimate ways. You give her a knowing look but say nothing, biting your lip as you fight back a smile.

Emily places a hand on the small of your back as you both begin to walk toward the door, the sound of your footsteps light against the polished floor.

You hold your breath, wondering if Hotch is still inside, completely unaware of what had just happened just outside of his office. The thought sends a shiver down your spine, but Emily remains calm, her confidence unshaken. She leads you out of the bullpen, her hand sliding lower until it’s resting just under the hem of your skirt.

As you pass the office door, the sound fades, and you breathe a quiet sigh of relief. But then, just as you're about to turn the corner, Emily’s hand gives your ass a firm squeeze, her touch bold and possessive, hidden beneath the fabric of your skirt. You gasp, shooting her a look of disbelief mixed with excitement, but she only smirks, her eyes glinting with mischief.

“Keep walking,” she murmurs in a low voice, so soft that only you can hear it. “You wouldn’t want Hotch to come out and see us now, would you?”

Her words send a rush of heat through your body, but you keep your composure, biting back a moan as her hand lingers for a moment longer before slipping away. You manage to walk a few more steps before daring to glance at her, and the look in her eyes is enough to make your pulse race all over again.

As you exit the building together, the cool night air hits your skin, grounding you back into reality. The thrill of almost getting caught, of knowing your underwear is hidden away in her handbag, sends a flush of warmth through you. Emily walks beside you, her expression casual, but you can still feel the heat of her presence, the tension between you crackling in the night air.

Before you part ways, Emily leans in close, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers, “I’m keeping these as a reminder.” She pats her handbag, where your underwear rests, and gives you one last, lingering kiss. "Next time, you’ll have to earn them back."

You shiver, your body still humming with the memory of her touch, and you know that this is far from over. As she walks away, you’re left standing there, breathless and anticipating when your paths will cross again, when you’ll feel her hands on you, her control over you, her claim on you, once more.

[imreidswifey]

A Glossy Secret

Summary: Dr. Spencer Reid walks into the BAU, oblivious to the fact that his lips are faintly shimmering with pink lip gloss from a quick goodbye kiss with Y/n that morning. His colleagues immediately notice, and what starts as a normal day quickly turns into a day of teasing and speculation about Reid’s mysterious romantic life. Meanwhile, Y/n, realizing the mistake from her smudged lip gloss at her own workplace, calls to warn him—only to discover it’s far too late.

A/n: this was so fun to make. Hope you enjoy. Please make any request that you have.

Warnings:

Fluff: This story is lighthearted, filled with teasing and affectionate humor.

Embarrassment/Secondhand Embarrassment: Expect Reid to endure some awkward moments (but nothing mean-spirited).

Mentions of romantic relationships: Focused on Reid and Y/n’s relationship, though nothing explicit.

Mild workplace humor: Includes playful banter among coworkers.

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It was a peaceful morning at the BAU, the type of lull before a storm that Spencer Reid had grown accustomed to over the years. He walked into the bullpen, completely immersed in the book he was balancing precariously on his hand—a dense tome on quantum mechanics. His usual messenger bag bumped against his hip, and his unkempt hair, slightly more unruly than usual, fell into his eyes.

“Morning, Pretty Boy,” Derek Morgan called out from his desk, lifting a steaming mug of coffee to his lips.

“Good morning, Reid!” Penelope Garcia chirped from her corner, her bright outfit sparkling under the fluorescent lights.

“Morning,” JJ added with a warm smile as she walked in behind him.

“Morning,” Reid mumbled absently, his eyes still glued to the page in front of him. He made his way to his desk and dropped his bag beside his chair. Completely unaware of the amused glances being exchanged around the room, he continued reading, occasionally flipping a page or jotting down a note in the margins.

Morgan’s sharp eyes were the first to notice. He leaned back in his chair, squinting at Reid. Something wasn’t quite right. He tilted his head, trying to put his finger on it. Then it hit him.

“Reid…” Morgan started, a smirk spreading across his face.

Reid hummed in response, not looking up.

“You trying out a new look or something?” Morgan asked, setting his coffee down with an exaggeratedly casual motion.

Reid blinked, finally tearing his eyes from his book. “What are you talking about?”

Morgan pointed to his own lips. “That little shimmer you’ve got going on there. Pretty bold choice for you, genius.”

“What shimmer?” Reid frowned, running the back of his hand across his mouth. He glanced down at his hand, confused when he didn’t see anything unusual.

Emily Prentiss, overhearing the exchange, made her way over with her arms crossed. “Oh my god, is that… lip gloss?” she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief and amusement.

“Lip gloss?” Reid repeated, his brow furrowing in confusion.

Hotch stepped out of his office, his brows raised in a rare moment of curiosity. Rossi wandered in from the break room, holding a bagel and clearly enjoying the spectacle. Even JJ leaned against her desk, an entertained smile playing on her lips.

“You’ve got some color, Reid,” Prentiss teased, leaning closer to inspect. “Nice shade of pink. Who’s the lucky one?”

Reid’s eyes widened in horror as he began to frantically search for something reflective. “I don’t—I wasn’t—this must be some kind of mistake—”

“Sure it is,” JJ said with a wink. “Come on, Reid, you’re among friends. Spill it.”

As the teasing escalated, Reid’s phone buzzed on his desk. Grateful for the distraction, he snatched it up without checking the caller ID. “Hello?” he said, his voice unusually high-pitched.

On the other end, Y/n’s voice came through, slightly out of breath and clearly frazzled. “Spencer! Oh my god, I just looked in the mirror at work. My lip gloss… it smudged on you when we kissed goodbye this morning! I’m so sorry—I didn’t even realize until now.”

Reid closed his eyes, groaning quietly. “Y/n, you’re a little late with that warning.”

There was a pause. Then Y/n gasped. “They noticed, didn’t they?”

Reid glanced up at his team, who were now openly laughing, their earlier teasing turning into full-blown amusement. Morgan leaned back in his chair, shaking his head and chuckling. Prentiss was grinning like she’d just found the juiciest piece of gossip, and Garcia was typing something furiously, no doubt documenting the moment for posterity.

“Oh, they noticed,” Reid said dryly.

On the other end of the line, Y/n burst into laughter. “Oh no. I’m so sorry! Should I send flowers? Chocolate? A resignation letter?”

Reid sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You owe me dinner.”

“Done,” Y/n said, still laughing. “Good luck with them. Love you.”

Reid hung up and set his phone down, pinching the bridge of his nose. He could feel the heat rising to his cheeks as he prepared for the inevitable onslaught of questions.

“So…” Garcia said, perching on the edge of his desk with a mischievous glint in her eye. “When do we get to meet the mystery person responsible for this fabulous makeover?”

Reid’s face turned an even deeper shade of red. “Can we just… focus on the casework, please?”

“No casework yet,” Rossi said, biting into his bagel. “So we’ve got time. Spill it, lover boy.”

“I’m not—there’s nothing to spill!” Reid stammered, his voice cracking slightly.

“Reid,” Morgan said, leaning forward with a grin. “You’ve got a secret girlfriend, don’t you? How long were you planning on keeping this from us?”

“I don’t have a secret girlfriend,” Reid muttered.

“Secret boyfriend, then?” Garcia asked, waggling her eyebrows.

“Not helping, Garcia,” Reid said, his tone flat.

Despite his protests, the team continued their good-natured teasing. Reid buried his face in a case file, silently vowing to never leave the house again without checking a mirror. But as much as he tried to hide it, the faintest hint of a smile tugged at his lips, the memory of Y/n’s laughter warming his embarrassment.

“Hey, Reid,” Prentiss said, her tone softening slightly. “For what it’s worth, we’re happy for you. Whoever they are, they’ve got good taste.”

Reid glanced up, his blush still firmly in place. “Thanks,” he mumbled.

The teasing didn’t stop, of course, but it was moments like this that reminded him how lucky he was to have his team—his family. Even if they were relentless about his accidental lip gloss incident.

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Part 2?

Hope you Enjoyed!

[foxy-eva]

Full of Wonders

Summary: Dressing up as Catwoman for Halloween gives you the confidence to switch things up in the bedroom

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader 

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: (18+, minors DNI) nicknames, power dynamics, heavy kissing, nipple play, oral, use of strap-on (Emily receiving)

Word count: 2.6k

Author’s note: I wrote this for @imagining-in-the-margins Autumn Air Writing Challenge!

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“Damn Emily, I think you’re in trouble,” Luke teased when he saw you walking through the door to join the Halloween party Penelope was hosting. 

Emily’s eyes found you in the crowd and she couldn’t believe what she saw. You had dared to dress up as Catwoman – certainly a reference to Emily confessing how sexy she thought the actress was when you watched the movie a few weeks ago. 

Your outfit was flawless – a skin-tight black bodysuit, a full face of make-up with perfectly done eyeliner and a hairband with cat ears. It took Emily a second to realize you even brought a black leather whip as an accessory. 

“Wonder Woman,” you giggled once you saw Emily in her costume. “Nice seeing you here.” 

“I wonder who’s gonna win that fight tonight,” Tara quipped while scanning the both of you. 

Spencer chimed into the conversation, “Considering that Wonder Woman has superhuman powers, including extraordinary strength and speed and the ability to fly, I don’t think that Catwoman would stand a chance. Did you know that–”

Luke placed his hand on Spencer’s shoulder to interrupt him from starting infodumping. “Reid, trust me when I say that’s not what she meant.”

You watched as an oblivious Spencer walked away with Luke to get some snacks before you turned to your girlfriend. 

“You look great,” Emily cooed before placing a brief kiss on your lips. “I knew that dressing up as superheroes was a good idea.”

“Are you surprised I chose Catwoman?” You teased as you swung your arm around her waist. 

“A little, yeah. It’s not like you to wear something so daring,” Emily confessed. 

“You’re right but seeing your face was worth it. Hulk would have been my second choice, by the way,” You joked. 

Emily took your hand to walk a few steps away from the crowd. When she was sure that nobody else was close enough to hear her, she leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “So, will you be a good kitten for me tonight?”

A smirk spread over your face. “You wish.”

“Huh,” Emily breathed. “I feel like this will be a very interesting night.” 

After leaving a featherlight kiss on Emily’s lips, you joined the rest of your friends to enjoy the party. Your girlfriend seemed especially affectionate tonight, holding you by your waist and kissing you whenever the others were busy talking to each other. 

It was unlike Emily to show so much physical affection in public. There was something in the way she looked at you, her eyes dark and filled with desire. It became obvious that your girlfriend wanted you and had a hard time keeping her composure. 

You wondered if it had something to do with seeing you in such a daring outfit. After Emily placed her lips on yours for the umpteenth time that night, you decided that you couldn’t wait any longer to find out. 

Even though the night was still young, you whispered into her ear, “I think it’s time to go home.”

The grin that spread over her face could only be described as mischievous. She nodded and grabbed your hand, wasting no time to lead you away from the party and towards her car. Before you could get inside, she shoved you against the side of the car to capture your lips with hers. 

This kiss was different from the ones before. There was no more holding back, no more need to act all demure in front of your friends. She didn’t waste any time to deepen the kiss, her tongue finding yours in an instant. Emily kissed you with a fervor that knocked the air out of your lungs. 

You felt like you could get drunk just from tasting her lips. The urgency in her actions made your heart jump. She held you against the car, hindering you from moving away as she got lost in this kiss. When she let out a muffled moan there was no more denying how much Emily needed you. 

She pressed her hips against yours and you could feel the heat radiating from her body. A similar warmth had already begun spreading over your own skin, too. In that moment you wished that you weren’t in public. Your fingers twitched against her waist, becoming curious what a mess they would find if they dared dipping beneath her skirt. 

“Let’s go home,” you mumbled against her lips. “I want to be alone with you.” 

There was no more time to be wasted to get to your destination. You felt like your entire body was on fire as you waited patiently on the passenger seat to finally be alone with your girlfriend. The tension between the two of you only grew the longer the drive took. 

Once you finally stepped inside her apartment, it was as if something inside you snapped. Usually it was Emily taking the lead in your encounters but you decided you wanted to switch things up this time. When she kissed you, it was as if you two began fighting a battle of who had the upper hand. 

Emily smirked against your lips when she realized what you were doing. She moved with you as you attempted to push her against a wall, breathing out a quiet laugh when you began kissing her neck. 

“You’re cute when you think you’re in charge,” she chuckled. 

Instead of responding, you bit down on her pulse point and Emily hissed a curse. 

“Careful,” she warned you, a playful tone laced over her voice. 

You found her eyes once more and almost got lost in their darkness. “You’re the needy one tonight,” you teased her as you pressed your thigh between her legs. “There’s no denying that.” 

“I can’t help it when you look so sinful,” she groaned.

Your tone was soft and loving when you breathed, “Let me take care of you, Emily.”

And just like that she gave in. With a nod she signaled her approval to follow your lead. A rosy shade had spread over her cheeks, making it obvious how turned on she already was. Seeing Emily like that almost drove you insane. 

She always looked incredibly beautiful when you were with her. But the way she almost seemed desperate tonight was something entirely new to you. She would have never admitted it but you were certain that she wanted you to take the lead all along. And you were eager to give her what she desired. 

You led her into the bedroom and slowly began ridding her of her costume. Each piece of clothing fell to the floor, revealing her skin to you. When she stood completely bare in front of you, you took a moment to take in her beauty. 

Your eyes lingered on the curve of her breasts, noticing how her nipples had already hardened. Reaching out your hand, you gently brushed your fingertips over her chest, paying close attention to the way her skin broke out in goosebumps. 

Emily reached out her hand to take off your hair band, letting the cat ears fall to the floor. You had long abandoned your whip and heels at the door but your tight bodysuit was still in place. Her hands began brushing over the smooth fabric until they found a zipper to pull down. You moved with her until you were only left in your black lace underwear. 

“God, you’re so sexy,” Emily groaned before she found your lips in a hasty kiss. 

With a firm push against her shoulders, you had her lying on the bed in an instant. A playful smirk was written over her face when you crawled on top of her. “Good kitten,” she cooed right before kissing you again. 

You remembered that you were the one in charge tonight. So you quickly grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, a gasp falling from her lips. She could have easily overpowered you but had no desire to do that. Emily seemed curious about what exactly you had in mind for her. 

Your lips brushed over her cheeks before leaving kisses along her neck, gently biting down on her sensitive skin. Moving further down, you took one nipple into your mouth while your hand found the other one, taking it between your fingers and playing with it until moans began falling from her lips.

Emily began rocking her hips against yours, desperate to find some friction. Descending further down, you kissed along her stomach, her sides, her hips before settling between her legs. You had seen her many times before but each time she opened her thighs for you, you were mesmerized by her beauty. 

It was as if you watched the prettiest flower go in full bloom, each pedal layered perfectly over the other. She was glistening, as if morning dew had kissed her folds, leaving her honeyed wetness for you to enjoy. You took your time as you tasted her folds, relishing her heady scent and imprinting her uniqueness onto your tongue. 

What you were doing was more teasing than actually pleasuring her and you were both aware of that. It only aroused her more. When she began squirming underneath you, you stopped what you were doing and sat up between her legs. Emily whined in protest, a confused look on her face when she found your eyes. 

“You’re so fucking wet,” you purred as you leaned over her. 

She only sighed in response and it became obvious that she was starting to get impatient with you. You had no intention of teasing her any further, there was just something specific you had in mind. Something you had only done with reversed roles before. 

When you found her ear, you whispered, “I want to fuck you.” 

Emily’s eyes widened at your words. She understood what you meant but needed a second to process. Then, without a second thought, she groaned, “Do it.” 

Her words took you by surprise. A part of you thought that she would decline your offer and instead flip you over to take back control. You had not expected for her to submit to you to the fullest. 

Emily watched as you sat up to reach for the nightstand, opening the drawer to take out the strap. Your fingers shook with excitement as you slipped into the harness, adjusting the straps until it sat securely over your underwear. It was then that you noticed how wet you were, the soaked lace of your panties sticking onto your skin. 

Your girlfriend reached for the bottle of lube and squeezed a fair amount of it into her palm. She grabbed your strap to coat it with the liquid. The sight of her hand caressing this new extension of your body was captivating. For a second you thought about asking her to take it into her mouth but decided against it. That would have been a sight your poor heart probably couldn’t handle. Your heart was already beating uncomfortably fast inside your chest. 

It was as if Emily sensed your nervousness when she looked at you with a reassuring expression. 

“You look amazing,” she praised you. “I can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.” 

“Then lay back and relax,” you whispered as you positioned yourself between her legs. 

Before she did as you told her, she reached for the clasp of your bra to undo it. “Better,” she snickered as she tossed the piece of clothing aside and leaned back against the pillows. “Now I can enjoy the show.” 

Holding the strap at the base, you slowly let it glide through her slick folds. When you brushed over her bundle of nerves, she bucked her hips against you. You repeated the motion a few more times before positioning the tip at her entrance. Before you began pushing into her, you looked at her one more time for reassurance. 

When she nodded at you, you leaned over her and began pressing your hips against hers, carefully sliding into her body. You watched as the strap disappeared inside her one inch at a time, slowly stretching her open. Moans escaped Emily’s throat at the intrusion and she hooked her legs around your hip to bring you even closer. 

Your lips found hers in a desperate kiss once you were fully inside her. With your bodies connected like that and your tongues meeting one another, it became impossible to tell where your body ended and hers began. Then, you started tentatively rocking your hips to thrust into her but you found some resistance from her body. 

“Everything okay?” You wanted to make sure. 

“Yes,” she confirmed. “Feels good. Just take it slow.” 

You paid close attention to her reaction as you moved, so much so that it took you several moments to realize how sensitive your own cunt felt with all the pressure of the strap against it. As you rocked your hips against her, the friction you created almost became addictive.

You hadn’t expected to find it so physically pleasurable to fuck your girlfriend like that. She had been in that position many times before and you had never noticed it having such an intense effect on her. 

But you could not deny the fact that the longer you thrusted into her, the close you got to your own breaking point. Emily noticed that, too. When you moaned against her lips, you felt her smiling into the kiss. 

She reached out her hands to find your breasts, gently kneading them before focussing on your nipples. The added stimulation only brought you further to your downfall. This wasn’t exactly what you had in mind. You really tried to focus on her pleasure, really wanted her to fall apart this way but you hadn’t expected how good it would make you feel. 

Your motions became erratic when your body started quivering. “Fuck, Emily… I–,” you whimpered as you felt your orgasm approaching. 

“Do it,” she sighed as she pinched your nipples. “Come for me, kitten.” 

That was what pushed you over the edge. You ground your hips against hers, your strap buried deep inside her as you came undone. When you collapsed inside her arms, you realized that no matter how hard you tried, Emily would always be the one in charge. And you wouldn’t want to have it any other way. 

As you caught your breath, your girlfriend kissed your cheek. “My poor baby,” she purred. “So sensitive you can’t even fuck me without getting yourself off, hm?” 

“I can’t help it,” you admitted. “You make me feel so good.” 

Emily pushed on your shoulders until you were hovering over her again. Then, before you even realized what she was doing, she turned the two of you over with one swift motion. It took you a moment to realize you were the one lying on your back now. 

“You make me feel good, too,” she moaned as she ground her hips against you. 

The sight of her straddling your strap made you dizzy. Your hands flew to her hips, moving with her as she rocked back and forth on top of you. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room as she brought herself to closer to euphoria. One of your hands moved to where your bodies were joined to let your thumb draw circles around her most sensitive spot. 

The sudden stimulation made her motions falter and it took her a moment to get back her rhythm. Your name fell from her lips when she finally entered the sensation of pure bliss, her walls clenching around the strap as she rode out her high on top of you. When she collapsed into your embrace, you were ready to catch her and hold her tightly against your body. 

“That was fun,” she chuckled before kissing your cheek. “But I won.”

And she was right. 

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monday morning guest

emily prentiss x reader

summary: emily gets a surprise visitor in the bullpen on monday morning.

a/n: crack idea i got driving past my neighbors house.

monday morning— bright and early. the bau team was finally back from a two week stent of back to back cases and emily was finally starting to settle into her role as unit chief. she was no hotch, but she was relying pretty heavily on her interpol experience and the bond the team had built over the years. with such a close knit team, it was always very easy to spot new comers in the office.

so when a woman breezed through the glass doors of the bullpen, emily wasn’t surprised to catch garcia’s bright pink cardigan hurrying after her to intercept the mystery woman. what she was surprised to see was a face she knew all too well.

y/n y/ln. in dc. in her bullpen? what alternate universe could she possibly have walked into this morning. she turned hastily to the mirror she kept in her office and started fluffing her hair quickly. she hadn’t seen y/n since her college graduation and it’s safe to say she looks very different now. not bad per say but older. feeling satisfied with her hair she rifled through her purse for some lipstick and anything to make her not look like it was monday morning.

down in the bullpen, y/n smiled at the brightly colored woman she’d just been stopped by. she scanned the bullpen over her shoulder hoping to catch sight of emily. after hearing the older woman had returned [allegedly from the dead], she hoped on the opportunity to pay her a visit while she was in town.

“good morning beautiful stranger. welcome to the bau, my name is penelope. can i help you with something?” the woman bounced in anticipation.

“hello, penelope. i’m actually looking for someone. your new unit chief actually.” y/n spoke as she shuffled the folder in her hand to shake penelope’s hand.

“emily? emily prentiss? do you have a crime case you’d like assistance on?” garcia asked.

“yes and no. she and i have some business to take care of, now that she’s returned stateside.” y/n smiled waving the folder in front of garcia.

“oh? business to take care of…” garcia repeated sweeping her eyes from the woman in front of her and emily’s office.

“mmhm. do you think she’s available for a little chat?” y/n asked nodding in amusement at the quirky woman.

“well i would think so— who should i say is here?”

“oh where are my manners, i’m y/n. she should remember me.” y/n smiled as garcia nodded her understanding before heading up the stairs to emily’s office.

“ma’am,” garcia spoke knocking on the open door of emily’s office.

“please stop calling me ma’am.” emily sighed wearily.

“sorry, im just nervous. there’s a really pretty woman down there saying she’s here to see you. and that you’ve got official business to take care of. well i don’t think she said official but she definitely said business. and she waved a folder in front of me. are you being sued or something?” garcia rambled.

emily eyed the tech analyst as she rambled and as she took a breath she held her hand up to stop her before she could start again. “y/n y/ln, right?”

“y/n— yes. i don’t know her last name but she said you should remember her. do you want me to go get her?”

“no, no. i’ll come down myself.” emily rose from the desk, giving herself another once over in the mirror before moving toward garcia and the door.

“wait, what was that?” garcia asked curiously.

“what— what was what? what are you talking about?” emily asked obliviously.

“did you just check yourself out? are you primping yourself? did you reapply your lipstick? oh this just got so much more interesting. who is this woman?” garcia jumped.

“i-what no to all of that,” emily lied as her cheeks heated. “and she’s just a friend from my college days.”

“yeah but what kind of friend? i don’t primp in my office when my college friends come to see me.”

emily peeked around the door frame into the bullpen and caught sight of y/n looking right back at her. the woman sent a flirty wave up toward the office and laughed softly as she watched emily’s cheeks heat in embarrassment.

“not now garcia.” emily mumbled as she straightened her clothes out one more time before descending the stairs to meet y/n. “y/n, what a surprise. what’s it been 10 years?”

“far more than that, em. you look good.” y/n smirked.

“wow, obviously not as good as you. garcia said you came on business?” emily replied trying and failing to tame the blush she’d been sporting since she headed down to the bullpen.

“well yes. and may i just say, you are one hard woman to track down.” y/n shook her head with a laugh.

“oh don’t i know it!” garcia piped in from her placed leaned against jj’s desk. at the intrusion, emily sent a glare her way. penelope grimaced and turned to face jj in fear.

“you’ve been looking for me?” emily asked curiously.

“i have for quite a while actually,” y/n smiled softly before waving the folder in emily’s direction. “we’re still married. and have been for about 20 years now. and let me just say, you’ve got a hell of a lot of anniversary gifts to make up for babe.”

“married?!” garcia exclaimed before slapping her hand over her mouth.

emily’s eyes widened exponentially as she caught all of the team’s eyes on her. the shock was evident on everyone’s face and she honestly couldn’t wash it off her own face.

“how about we go to my office and talk about this?” emily recovered, grabbing the folder and nodding toward the office upstairs.

“of course.” y/n nodded and followed emily into the office.

emily pointedly closed the door on prying eyes and turned to face y/n, “now that you’ve successfully fueled the office gossip fire for at least the next month. married for 20 years? is this about the netherlands? didn’t we get that annulled after we got back?”

“i thought so too. until i was a few weeks out from my wedding and they let us know that i was still in fact married according to netherlandian law.” y/n shrugged collapsing onto the couch.

“well i don’t think they call it netherlandian law,” emily paused catching the first part of what y/n said. “oh! you’re engaged. and i’m keeping you from getting married. i can try to get garcia to pull some strings online to help get the divorce finalized faster. or i can call someone over at interpol, im sure they can do something.”

y/n chuckled affectionately, “well while i appreciate the fact that you’d abuse your access to government resources for my sake. that ship has long sailed. the fact i was still married was the least of our problems. but i found that out and tried to track you down and that’s when your mother, still as lovely as i remember, let me know you had died.” y/n deadpanned, leveling emily with a look she knew very well.

“yeah, that was a whole thing.” emily grimaced.

“uh huh, im sure it was. after that, i just went with the whole widowed thing for a bit. until i heard again from your mother, so lovely, that you were alive again.”

“i didn’t realize you and my mother spoke so frequently.” emily mumbled taking a seat on the couch as well.

“you just keep giving us reasons to gab. anyways, i was in the states and figured id try to catch you after all these years. i brought the papers and figured you could sign them.”

“of course. i wouldn’t want to keep you from another marriage.” emily nodded hastily grabbing a pen to sign off.

“ah i figured you’d have run into the issue before me.”

emily dotted her and slid the folder back to y/n, “no, no one worth marrying. well besides you apparently.”

y/n smiled and giggled, “had i been aware, i would’ve been a far better wife to you but at least i didn’t widow you.”

“oh come on! what do you want me to say? had i known we were still married, i wouldn’t have died?” emily laugh incredulously.

“you had a wife to come home to, it could’ve been motivation.”

emily’s smile was free and contagious, “god you haven’t changed a bit.”

“not much sweet, but i can tell you have. lot of responsibility you got here agent.” y/n smiled sadly. “i hope you’re taking care of yourself. and your team.” there was a beat of admiration that washed over y/n’s face before she sighed and gathered the papers. “listen i’ll get out of your hair. thanks for divorcing me. always a pleasure seeing you.” y/n stood from the couch, emily following.

“of course, are you headed back right away?” emily asked hopefully.

“no i’m in the states for a bit for work, why?” y/n asked.

“oh i was just curious. figured maybe i could make up for this 20 anniversary dinners i missed.”

y/n grinned, “agent prentiss, are you asking me on a date?”

“i think i might be asking you on at least 20, if you want to of course.”

y/n walked over to emily’s desk and grabbed a pen and sticky note. scribbling something down and tucked the post it in emily’s blazer pocket with a smirk. “you better get planning then.” y/n threw a wink over her shoulder and left the office with a smile. all the agents scattered to make it seem like they weren’t intently trying to figure out what was going on behind the closed door. y/n stopped at garcia and smiled sweetly, “thank you penelope. have a good day everyone.”

everyone mumbled their replies and watched as emily’s alleged wife exit the bullpen. as soon as the elevators closed they all hurried up the stairs to emily’s open door.

“you’re married?!” garcia was the first to exclaim and emily sighed in exasperation. she eyed her chosen family and knew she wasn’t getting out of answering this. at all.

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cigarettes out the window

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emily prentiss x reader

18+: smoking, alcohol, smut; semi public sex, fingering, lotta kissing and biting, wine is passed from mouth to mouth :)

a/n: title from ‘cigarettes out the window’ by tv girl | word count: 1.7k

The hunt for Gold Star had left little room for relaxation. With both of you working overtime, your shared apartment with Emily currently housed two members of the FBI with heightened blood pressure and an elderly black cat who pestered you for food every chance he got. 

Your jaw ached from the clenching of your teeth you can seldom seem to stop and you stared at the ceiling while Emily caught a few hours of sleep. You slipped out from beneath the duvet without her stirring, holding your breath until you were sure you’d reached the doorway without her waking. 

With a quick glance in her direction, you made your way to the hidden packet of cigarettes you were sure she would’ve found by now, balancing the unlit stick between your lips as you poured a hefty glass of merlot. You kept the padding of your feet as quiet as possible as you tipped a handful of kibble into Sergio’s bowl, scratching him behind the ear as he purred before you stepped out onto the balcony. 

Every movement you made was calculated, keeping yourself as silent as possible before the hiss of gas filled the quiet of the night air; the spark of your lighter accompanied the distant hum of car engines and with your first inhale you could finally ease some of the tension built up in your shoulders. It was a vice you wish you didn’t have but in times like these you find yourself in dire need of a crutch to hold you up. 

Your arms rested on the metal fencing as you peered over the edge, watching the gentle breeze knock at the branches and the empty streets below. The bitter swig of wine burned your throat, and you made a mental note to buy a different brand the next time you went grocery shopping. You let your mind drift to nothing in particular, letting yourself sink into the silence until you heard the telltale creak of the sliding door behind you - you didn’t think twice before you flicked the half-finished cigarette to the ground below, blowing out the mouthful of smoke before you turned around. 

“Shit, I thought I hadn’t woken you,” you spoke, quickly spinning to face your only half-awake girlfriend. She’d lazily pulled her robe around her underwear-clad body and brushed a strand of her mussed-up hair behind her ear. 

“You didn’t, don’t worry,” she smiled. “I woke up for a glass of water and saw you’d gone,” she added - you almost missed her lie. 

“I couldn’t sleep,” you returned through a sigh. “I guess neither of us can at the moment.” 

She hummed in agreement, but the way she eyed you let you know she wasn’t oblivious to what you’d been doing. 

“I thought you’d quit.”

“I have; I just needed fresh air,” you shoddily fibbed, only earning a raised eyebrow in response. “I thought you’d quit,” you added teasingly. 

“I have.”

“So, what’s that in your hand?”

“What? Oh- these are yours,” she mumbled with a glance at the box in her grasp. “I found them in the dresser.” 

“Emily Prentiss, are you telling lies?” you teased her with a laugh. 

“Wha- no. No, I’m not.” She shook her head so profusely that even without any knowledge of profiling, a person could read her from a mile away. 

“We both know that’s not my brand, Em,” you pointed out. “And, hiding them in the dresser? I thought you’d give me a little more credit than that.” 

“Okay, fine,” she laughed with a playful roll of her eyes, finally coming to stand beside you with the small of her back pressed against the railings. “I guess we’ve both got filthy habits.” 

She peered at you through her lashes as she spoke, bending her head with the last of her words uttered around the butt of a cigarette; your hands sheltered it from the whisper of wind as the flame licked the end with a crackle at her first inhale only so audible because of the palpable quiet passing between you. 

You took a sip from your glass as she let smoke pass from the corner of her lips. 

“It’s nice to have a quiet moment with you,” she breathed, pushing the end of the cigarette between your lips. “It’s been a long week.” You hummed with an agreeing nod. 

“And it’s only the beginning,” you sighed.

“It’s made me think,” Emily began, plucking the glass from your hand to take a sip for herself. “That we should make the most of any moment alone we have at the moment.” 

Her free hand didn’t shy away from tracing a finger along your thigh, nudging the t-shirt you were wearing upwards to brush her touch against your hip. She took in the view of your face, cheeks blanketed by the yellowed glow of the moon, a small plume of smoke passing from your lips into the twilight sky and she couldn’t help but lean in closer. 

Your head tilted backwards as her lips ghosted the skin of your neck, giving ample access for the kiss she aches to place there. She could practically feel the thrumming of your pulse beneath her tongue, revelling in the salty-sweet taste of your skin with a gentle scrape of her teeth. 

She felt the movement of your neck as you took a drag of the cigarette, hearing you exhale shakily above her. She was nothing less than ravenous in her assault, nipping at the skin beneath your ear to lay her claim, taking hold of your waist just as harshly. She only pulled away to catch her breath, observing you with plump red lips and pupils blown to match. 

“Don’t hog that,” you teasingly pouted as she took another swig from the glass, only tutting when she took another with a smirk. Wordlessly, she nudged at your chin, hovering over you with her mouth full of wine and her eyes of something just as fruitful. With just a pointed crook of her brow, you knew to slacken your jaw to allow the earthy merlot to pass from her lips to yours, swallowing it down obediently. 

The smile of satisfaction did nothing to quell the needy ache you pooled with; your body practically hummed with need beneath her unwavering gaze. She's sure she could take in the sight for eternity. She placed the glass aside to take what was left of the cigarette between her fingers, balancing the filtered end between her lips while the palms of her hands set your hips on fire. 

Your own touch crept beneath her robe, soft and pliable skin warm and peppered with goosebumps. You couldn’t keep your kiss away from her chest, scattering pecks along her collarbone with your hands desperately kneading her breasts through the lace bra that got in your way. She hummed in pleasure, pulling you hopelessly nearer with her nails scraping the flesh of your thighs, grabbing and groping with her mind settled on taking any hold of you she could. 

Emily’s fingertips nudged at the waistband of your underwear, and though your hands tangled themselves within the salt and pepper tresses of her hair and your face nestled in the crook of her neck, she heard the desperate mewl and felt the twitch of your hips to urge on her movements. 

When she slid a finger through your folds, you finally pulled away to breathe - to take in the sight of your lover with the end of a cigarette lazily hanging from her lips and her hair mussed from your touch. Her free hand pulled it from her mouth with a final exhale of smoke, flicking the butt over the balcony without taking her focus from the digits she pushed into you. 

And, though your lips melded together with the bitter tastes of smoke and wine, it couldn’t be any sweeter. Her tongue fought against yours and her thumb drew circles over your clit, fingers curling within you whilst your hips chased the feeling with aimless rutting against her hand. 

“God, I needed this,” Emily breathed. “I needed you - just feeling you like this is all I ever need.”

You met her eyes with yours with words on the tip of your tongue, sentiments to match hers that fell short with the way she made you feel, digits moving with precise choreography - she only smirked at the way she can make you fall apart so easily. She had you trapped between her own body and the railing behind you, but the pain of metal against your back was washed away by the pleasure of impending release.

You kept your mouth against her jaw, sinking your teeth into her neck to quell the sounds she pulled from you. Though Emily may want to hear how she affects you, you would rather not wake up the entire street with the gasps and moans that threatened to spill into the quiet night. She kept up the rhythmic pace of her fingers pumping into your cunt, feeling the slick of your arousal against her skin and the way you clenched around her with the pleasure pulsing through you. 

“C’mon, baby, let go,” she rasped, feeling you teeter on the edge of climax before she pulled you to topple over. She hissed at the way you muffled your moan with a bite to her neck, but with your release, the both of you felt the stress of the week begin to melt away. 

She slipped her digits away from you once she’d ridden you through the high, sucking them clean of every drop as though it were her lifeline. Your heart thumped against your chest and you held your body up with your arms looped over her shoulders; you could hardly trust your legs to keep you upright. 

“Fuck, Emily,” you breathed through a laugh, one that she mirrored with her lust-blown eyes focused on you. 

“I’m that good, huh?” she cockily teased, chuckling at the playful shove you planted against her chest. 

“Come on,” you grinned, taking her by the hand to pull her behind you back into the apartment. 

“Where’re you taking me?”

“To bed,” you stated, turning to face her with your hands on her waist as you let her guide you backwards. You couldn’t keep away from her - you never can - but right now she’s all you could ever need. “I want you. But don’t expect us to get much sleep.”

[pathologicalreid]

If your down could u write an imagine where reader is new to the bau and Spencer is just coming back from jail and he makes reader nervous and when he notices he starts to mess with her nothing to wild but he teases her every now and again -🖤

drop | S.R.

in which reid seems to be there every time you drop something

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: fluff, lighthearted teasing, clumsiness, obliviousness, reader is mentioned to be shorter than 5'7" (sorry it just worked for the story)

word count: 1.1k

a/n: hey anon! thanks for requesting, i think i may have verged away from the request on accident. also this is the one i posted about earlier that had been deleted by word so i had to rewrite it and therefore it's not very thoroughly proofread. hope you enjoy.

It came as a shock, most people needed to apply to the BAU and even then, they spent years trying to get in. You had gotten a call four months ago and were told you were leaving IOD in the Hoover building and would be expected at the BAU the next morning.

Years ago, you had a run-in with Emily Prentiss while she was heading Interpol in London, but you didn’t think she remembered you – let alone wanted to work with you. She brought you on to the team to help catch Peter Lewis

Now, Peter Lewis was dead, and Spencer Reid had been exonerated. You thought your time with the team was done, but when Emily caught you packing up your things, she told you she had no intentions of sending you back to the International Operation Division.

So, you made yourself comfortable at your desk across from Luke’s, even adding a picture of your family, just to make it seem a little lived-in.

It was something you’d had drilled into your head by your father: if you’re not early, you’re late. That was the reason why you were usually the first to the BAU, only sometimes being beaten by Dr. Reid.

Penelope said he was harmless, but that didn’t change the fact that he made you nervous. Not nervous in the sense that you were scared of him, but nervous in the way that he was something of a legend in the FBI.

Even more so since his recent release from prison.

You felt a sort of disconnect from the team when it came to them trying to get Reid out of prison, whenever Nadie Ramos came up in conversation, you picked up your files on Mr. Scratch and distracted yourself. Of course, you helped where you were needed, but you didn’t know him like they did.

This particular morning, you had beaten him to the office, taking your spot at your desk and flipping through a file you had abandoned in the name of sleep last night. A slight crash made you jump so badly that you fumbled with the papers in an attempt to not drop them. You looked up to see Spencer had dropped his bag on his desk, “Good morning, Y/N.” He greeted you.

Blankly, you stare at him for a moment before giving him a half smile. “Good morning, Dr. Reid,” you responded.

“I told you that you could just call me Reid, or Spencer,” he said, sitting down at his own desk.

Nodding, you found yourself interested in your coffee cup. “Yes, you did,” you took a deep breath. “Good morning, Spencer,” you tried again, offering him a fuller smile.

That seemed to appease him for now because he flipped open his own files and started inspecting them.

As you were preparing for the 10 o’clock debrief, you found yourself in the office kitchenette, pouring a cup of coffee from the pot that had been brewed an indeterminate number of minutes ago. Vaguely aware of the person standing behind you, you turned around to find Spencer, holding his own mug in both hands. “Oh! Hey,” you said, mentally smacking the palm of your hand to your forehead.

You moved out of the way as you added cream to your mug, watching as Spencer poured his coffee and followed it up with an almost equal amount of sugar. As you were about to make your way to the round table room, Spencer spoke, “You know, before 1975 you wouldn’t even have been able to be an FBI agent.”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stopped in your tracks and turned to face him, “Wait, what? Why?”

“Before 1975 people shorter than 5’7” couldn’t be FBI agents,” He responded plainly, but there was a bit of mischief in his eyes.

You looked at him curiously, warmth flooding your cheeks. You stammered something about being late and rushed to the roundtable room, taking your usual spot next to Luke, and watching what Garcia presented to you—pretending not to notice Spencer across the table from you.

The BAU had been asked to consult on a case, but there were no precincts that had asked the team to make a trip to them. You had finished the paperwork on a recently closed case and got up to bring it to Emily, stuffing the papers in a file folder, you turned around and ran into Spencer. “Sorry!” You squeaked out, dropping to the floor to pick up the papers. To your surprise, he crouched down next to you and helped to pick up the papers. “Oh, jeez, now they’re all out of order,” you moped, setting the papers back down on your desk.

“It was my fault,” Spencer said. The honesty in his voice made your shoulders slouch.

Shaking your head, you smiled at him, “It’s okay, Spencer. They’re just papers.”

He looked at you like there was something more he wanted to say, but he didn’t, he just turned from your desk and walked out of the bullpen, leaving you staring.

When you finally brought your papers to Emily, she asked you to close the door behind you. Patiently, you stood in her office while she added your file to the menacing pile she kept on her desk. “I’ve been meaning to ask how you’re doing. With the BAU, I mean,” she told you, leaning over her desk.

“Good, I think. I’ve gotten very few complaints so far,” you told her, unable to help the uneasiness you felt. Had someone said something?

Emily nodded, her dark hair shining with the movement, “Good, I haven’t heard anything negative about you at all. Which is actually uncommon for the BAU.”

You let the rest of the day pass, but as the team trickled out of the bullpen, only you, Emily, and Spencer were left.

At the sound of rustling, you looked over to see that Spencer was packing up his things and putting them into his familiar leather bag. Resting your cheek on your hand, you went back to your case file, marking thoughts in the margins.

Jumping when something hit your desk, making the metal rattle, you dropped your pen on the ground. Peering up to see Spencer giving you a lopsided smile before he bent down to pick up your pen, “Hey, at least you didn’t drop a bunch of papers again.”

You flushed as your eyes followed him out the glass doors of the BAU, turning around to see Emily watching on, leaning on the railing outside her office, looking between you and Spencer as if she knew something you didn’t.

[badathumanemotions]

Tease

Spencer Reid x Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader

MDNI Master List Category: Smut CW: Smut, Established Poly Relationship, Dirty Texts, Bondage, Light Dom/Sub, Vibrator, Voyeurism, Exhibition, Vaginal Sex, Cream Pie, Cum Play, Fingering, FaceSitting, Oral Sex (fem rec.), Breeding Kink, Dirty Talk, Multiple Orgasms, AfterCare. WC: 6,888

You decide to tease Emily and Spencer with spicy texts while the two are at work. Once they get home you face the consequences. (Not Proof Read)

You really couldn't resist the urge to send those spicy texts.

As you lounged on the couch at home, you sent a text to Emily, a smirk playing on your lips as you typed, "I can't wait to feel your mouth on me, Em. The way your lips feel on my pussy…it drives me wild." You hit send and felt a little thrill at the thought of her reading it in the bustling office, surrounded by her colleagues. You knew it would be a sweet torture for her, a delicious secret that would keep her mind on you until she got home.

To Spencer, you sent a different message, one that painted a vivid picture of you kneeling under his desk, his pants around his ankles. "I wish I could suck you off right now, Spencer. Your cock in my mouth, my tongue playing with your balls… Can you imagine the look on everyone's faces if they knew?" You pictured his cheeks flushing at the thought, his mind racing with the scandalous image.

Emily's phone chimed discreetly, interrupting her focus on a particularly complex case. She glanced down, expecting something completely mundane. But as she read your text, her eyes widened in surprise and arousal. Her breath hitched, and she felt a sudden wetness between her thighs. The room grew hot, leaving her flustered as she tried to compose herself.

Spencer's phone vibrated against the wooden desk, a silent but insistent pulse that drew his attention from his work. He glanced over at your name, and his heart skipped a beat. He read the message and felt a blush creep up his neck, the corners of his mouth lifting into a grin. He couldn't believe the audacity, the sheer naughtiness of it all. He looked around the bullpen, ensuring no one was watching, and replied with a promise that had him twitching with excitement.

You decided to up the ante and snapped a picture of yourself in the white lingerie you had picked out especially for tonight. It was barely covering your body, leaving nothing to the imagination, and you knew it would drive Spencer wild. You send it to him with the caption, "A little something to help keep you focused at work."

Spencer's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the picture. He quickly pocketed his phone and took a deep breath, trying to ignore the bulge growing in his pants. The sight of you, laid out like that, waiting for him made his resolve weaken. His focus kept straying from the case files, the picture of you front and centre of his mind.

Emily noticed Spencer's sudden shift in demeanour. The way he fidgeted in his chair and the way his eyes kept darting to his phone made her grin wickedly. She had a pretty good idea of what was going on.

Her own phone buzzed, and she looked down to find your text, accompanied by an image that was far from professional. The sight of you, barely covered in the seductive lingerie, made her mouth go dry. The other agents in the bullpen were oblivious to the steamy thoughts racing through her mind.

You had been riling yourself up all day, keeping yourself on edge with every little thing you did. Every move you made you felt the anticipation building, making the ache between your legs that much more intense. The fabric of your underwear brushed against your clit, sending sparks of pleasure through your body, a sweet torment that you basked in. You had been teasing yourself with thoughts of what's to come once Spencer and Emily get home.

Finally, your phone buzzed with the text you've been waiting for: "On our way home, darling." The words made your heart start to race. You jumped off the couch and rushed to the bedroom to prepare for their arrival.

You softened the light in the bedroom, dimming the lamps to cast a warm, sultry glow across the room. You took a moment to make sure everything you need was within arm's reach, not wanting any interruptions to spoil the mood once they arrived.

As you heard the key turn in the lock, your heart began to thunder in your chest. The door swung open and there they were, Spencer and Emily, looking at you with a hunger that could only be described as ravenous. The tension between the three of you was palpable.

Without a word, Emily strode towards you, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. She took you by the wrists and gently but firmly pulled you towards the bedroom. Spencer followed close behind, his eyes dark with desire as he took in the sight of you in the lingerie.

Emily's lips met yours in a fiery kiss, her tongue darting into your mouth with a familiar heat. Her hands roamed over your body, cupping your breasts and squeezing gently. You could feel her excitement, her hunger for you, and it only served to make your own desire burn even hotter.

Spencer took his place behind you, his firm grip on your hips making you arch your back instinctively. His warm breath danced across the nape of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. His hands began to explore, tracing the curve of your ass before sliding up to your ribcage, teasing just under the edge of your lingerie.

Emily's mouth left yours and trailed down to your neck, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin as she nipped and kissed along the way. Your eyes fluttered shut, a gasp escaping your lips. Meanwhile, Spencer had moved from behind you, his eyes now locked onto Emily's ass as he slid behind her.

With practiced ease, he began to unbutton her blouse, his fingers working swiftly to expose her navy coloured bra. She leaned into you, her breasts pressing against your chest as Spencer's hands dragged down towards her trousers.

Spencer's eyes never left yours as he undid her belt, his knuckles brushing against her abdomen, making her shiver. He tugged at the waistband, and her trousers slid down her legs, pooling around her ankles.

Emily stepped out of them, now only in her matching navy bra and panties. She kicked off her heels, the sound echoing through the room. You couldn't help but admire the way she looked standing there, confident and sexy.

You noticed that Spencer was still fully dressed, his tie hanging loosely around his neck, a couple shirt buttons undone, and his pants still on. "Someone's a bit overdressed," you teased, nodding towards him.

With a smoldering gaze, Emily took the cue and stepped closer to Spencer. She placed a soft kiss to his lips before moving to undo his tie, fingers gliding through the material with ease. You stepped up to his other side and mirrored her movements, placing a kiss on his neck.

Together, you and Emily worked in harmony, each one of you eager to reveal more of his body to the other. His tie came off first, discarded to the floor with a gentle toss from Emily. Then, one by one, you started on the buttons of his shirt. Each button that popped open revealed a new patch of his pale, lean chest.

When his shirt was open, you couldn't help but let your hand slip inside to feel his warm, firm skin. Your fingernails grazed lightly over his abdomen, making him flinch and groan.

You both reached for his belt buckle, your hands brushing against each other in the process. You felt the heat of Emily's breath on your cheek, and she smirked before saying, "Ladies first," with a wink.

With a gentle tug, you pulled the zipper down. His erection was evident, pressing against the fabric of his boxer briefs. Emily's hand reached out, cupping his cock over the material, making Spencer gasp.

As you pushed his shirt off, Spencer stepped out of his shoes, and his pants followed suit. He was now only in his boxer briefs, which Emily proceeded to slip down his legs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, making you both stare with hungry eyes.

Emily moved over to you, undoing the clasp of your bra. The material fell away, revealing your breasts to the warm air. She cupped them, her thumbs gently brushing over your erect nipples.

"On the bed," she murmured, her voice low and commanding. You didn't need to be told twice. You practically jumped onto the soft, plush surface, the anticipation coursing through your veins like electricity.

Emily leaned down, her breath hot against your ear. "You've been a naughty little tease today," she whispered, a hint of playfulness in her tone. She reached for the leather cuffs you had so conveniently laid out earlier.

Her eyes locked with yours as she secured each wrist to the headboard, one by one. The soft leather of the cuffs cool against your heated skin. "Now, you're going to learn the true meaning of patience," she murmured, her voice dripping with the sweet promise of torment.

You thought you had orchestrated this entire evening, but as you lay there, bound and exposed, you realized that Emily had other plans. She didn't miss a beat, immediately taking control of the situation as she stepped away from the bed. "Now, Spencer," she said with a smirk, "I believe it's time for us to have some fun."

Letting out a whine, you tried your best to give them the puppy dog eyes, hoping to be released from your restraints and join in the fun immediately. But Emily just chuckled, shaking her head. "Patience, darling," she said, her voice low and seductive. "You've had all day to think about this."

Ignoring your pleas, Spencer stepped closer to Emily. His hand reached up to cradle her face, and before you could even blink, their lips met in a fiery kiss. You watched as his thumb traced the outline of her jaw, her hands roaming down his chest, her nails scraping lightly against his skin, leaving trails of goosebumps in their wake.

Their kiss grew more urgent, more passionate, and you could feel your own need building as you watched them. Spencer's other hand made its way to the clasp of Emily's bra, and with a quick flick of his fingers, it was undone. The cups fell away, revealing her breasts to his eager gaze.

Spencer cupped her, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She let out a soft moan, her breasts swaying under his touch. You felt your own pussy clench with desire as he began to fondle her, his palms moving in slow, sensual circles. Her skin looked so soft and inviting that you found yourself wishing it was your touch instead.

You watched as Emily leaned into Spencer's touch, her eyes fluttering closed with pleasure. You felt a twinge of jealousy, but it only added to the thrill. You squirmed under your restraints, your hips bucking up into the air as you grew wetter by the second.

Emily's hand trailed lower, her fingertips grazing over Spencer's stomach before finally wrapping around his cock. She stroked him slowly, her thumb gliding over the precum beading at the tip. The sight of her hand on him made you ache to join, but the cuffs held firm, keeping you the captive audience of their erotic display.

With a gentle nudge, Spencer laid Emily down sideways on the foot of the bed, her legs hanging over the edge. She looked up at him with a smoldering gaze as he stepped back, taking in her body, laid out for him to feast on. You bit your lip, watching as Spencer's eyes travelled down her torso to her wet panties.

Spencer took his time, his mouth watering as he kissed down her body. His lips lingered on her neck, making her shiver before moving down to kiss along her collarbone. His kisses grew more urgent as he reached her breasts, his tongue flicking at her hardened nipples, making her moan softly.

You couldn't stop yourself from squirming and whining. The desire to touch, to be touched, was overwhelming. You watched as Spencer's hand slid down Emily's stomach, his thumb brushing against the fabric of her panties. He traced the seam, teasing her, making her hips rock into his touch.

With one swift move, Spencer dragged Emily's panties down her legs, the fabric sliding over her thighs and calves before he tossed them in your direction. You watched them fly towards you, landing just shy of your face. The scent of her arousal lingered, making your mouth water.

Emily's legs parted slightly, and Spencer knelt between them. His tongue darted out, and he took a long, slow lick from her hole to her clit. You felt your own clit pulse in response, desperately wanting the same attention.

He began to worship her with his mouth, his tongue swirling around her clit as his thumbs spread her wider. You could see her wetness glistening, smell her sweet scent in the air, and it was all you could do not to scream with frustration.

Emily's moans grew louder, filling the room with the erotic symphony of her pleasure. Her hips bucked against Spencer's mouth, her breaths coming in sharp gasps as she grew closer to the edge. You watched, entranced, as Spencer's cheeks hollowed with every suck and lick, her juices coating his chin.

"You see this?" she panted, her eyes flicking up to meet yours. "You want it, don't you?" Her smirk was devilish, knowing full well the torment she was putting you through.

Spencer looked up from his task. His fingers, slick with her wetness, hovered just above your parted lips. "How about a taste?" he asked, his voice husky with lust. You leaned forward as much as the cuffs would allow, eager to taste her on him. He brought his fingers to your mouth and you eagerly took them in, sucking the essence of Emily's arousal off of his skin. The taste was intoxicating, a blend of salt and sweet that made your mouth water for more.

Emily took that moment to climb up the bed, straddling your hips. She leaned down, pressing her mouth against yours, sharing the taste of her desire. The feeling of her breasts pressing into yours made your nipples peak even more, your body begging to be touched. But she had other ideas.

Reaching to the side, she grabbed the vibrator you had so thoughtfully placed within reach. She strapped it to her own thigh, positioning it perfectly against your clit, setting it to the lowest vibration. The hum was faint, almost a whisper, compared to the roar of your arousal.

With a wicked smile, Emily climbed off of you and made her way back to Spencer, who was still kneeling on the foot of the bed, watching the two of you with rapt attention.

Spencer took her hand and pulled her closer, kissing her deeply before guiding her to turn around. With a gentle push, she was positioned on her hands and knees, her ass high in the air.

Without wasting a moment, Spencer got behind her, his cock at her entrance. The tip of his erection teasing her entrance. You watched, breathless, as he slid into her, inch by inch. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a moan tore from her throat as he filled her completely. The sight of him claiming her, taking her, made your clit throb against the vibrator strapped to your thigh.

Emily's body moved with Spencer's, their skin slapping together as he took her roughly. The vibrator barely touched you, the gentle buzz against your clit driving you insane with need. You had the perfect view, but it was torture, the sweetest kind of frustration. Your eyes wandered over every inch of them, drinking in the sight of their bodies joined and their faces contorted with pleasure.

You could feel your hips bucking uncontrollably, trying to get even an ounce of the stimulation they were sharing. Your breaths came in short pants, your chest heaving with every thrust. The vibrator was a cruel reminder of what you were denied, sending a minimal amount of pleasure through your body, not enough to satisfy the ravenous hunger you felt.

Emily's eyes met yours, and she smirked, knowing exactly what she was doing to you. She pushed back into Spencer with every stroke, her ass bouncing slightly with every impact. You couldn't help but stare at the mesmerizing sight of his cock sliding in and out of her.

Then, Spencer tapped one of Emily's arms. She lifted it without a second thought, her hand reaching back. You watched as he grabbed hold of her arm by the elbow, pulling her torso taught. Her other arm moved back for him to hold.

Now, with her body arched back, Emily's breasts thrust out even more, the flesh bouncing with every hard thrust Spencer delivered from behind. It was a delicious sight, one that had you desperately wishing you could touch, suck, or bite them.

Spencer took full advantage of the new angle. He pushed into her deeper, his hips slamming against hers, each thrust harder and more demanding than the last. The sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, punctuated by their grunts and gasps of pleasure. The bed rocked under them, and you felt every movement resonate through the mattress beneath you.

The sight of Emily's body, stretched taut with pleasure, and Spencer's cock disappearing into her over and over was maddening. You were so close to them, but the cruel leather cuffs held you in place. Your fingers curled into fists, desperate to reach out and touch.

The vibrator on the lowest setting continued to tease your clit, the barest of sensations taunting you. It was a torment you hadn't anticipated, but one that somehow heightened the scene playing out before you. You could feel your juices drenching the fabric of your underwear, your thighs quivering with need.

Emily looked over her shoulder at you, her eyes hooded with lust. "You like watching, don't you?" she purred. "You like watching Spencer claim me, filling me up with his thick, hard cock?"

Spencer groaned, his hands tightening around Emily's arms. "Tell us how much you want it," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Tell us how much you want to be filled up too."

"I want your tight, little pussy to take everything we have to give." Emily licked her lips, the words coming out as a purr.

"Mmhmm," Spencer nodded in agreement, his strokes becoming more fervent. "Imagine it, Emily, her begging for us to fill her up."

Emily's eyes glazed over with lust as she pictured you beneath them, begging for their touch. "Tell me, darling," she started. "How does it feel watching us? Do you wish it was you, taking his cock?"

You swallowed hard, the vibrator still buzzing against you. "Yes," you finally managed to yell out. "I want that. I want you both."

Emily's smirk grew wider as she watched your reaction. She began to rock back into Spencer's thrusts, her pace increasing. The vibrator was now a constant, maddening pulse against your clit, your body begging for more.

"Spencer," she began. "I think our little audience is suffering enough. Time to turn up the vibrations, don't you think?" Without missing a beat, Spencer carefully released her arms.

Spencer's hand moved to the vibrator, his thumb finding the control. The hum grew louder, the vibrations stronger, and your eyes rolled back in your head at the sudden increase in sensation. You felt your body respond immediately, your hips bucking up into the air, desperate for relief.

Emily watched you with a gleam in her eye. "Good things come to those who wait, darling."

Spencer reached down and flicked the vibrator to a higher setting, making you gasp. The vibrations grew more intense, sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. The ache grew stronger, the anticipation unbearable. You watched as Spencer took hold of Emily's arms once again. He began fucking her with an intensity that was almost violent.

Emily's moans grew louder, her eyes squeezing shut with pleasure as Spencer's cock pounded into her with a ferocity that had her seeing stars. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure growing with every thrust, her walls tightening around him. Her breaths grew ragged, her body trembling as she approached the precipice.

Suddenly, she was there. She threw her head back and screamed, her body convulsing with the intensity of it all. You watched, the vibrator on your clit now building up the same pleasure in you, as Emily's climax painted a vivid picture of pure ecstasy on her face.

Spencer's grip on her arms tightened as he thrust into her, the wet sounds of her pussy clenching around him filling the room. You could feel your own orgasm approaching, the vibrations from the toy growing stronger and more insistent with every second.

But it was the sight of Emily's wetness, her juices sliding down her thighs and onto the bed, that finally pushed you over the edge. You couldn't help but let out a moan that was louder than you had intended, your voice echoing off the walls.

With a final, harsh slam into Emily, he came, his cock pulsing deep inside her. Emily's body clenched around him, her orgasm being drawn out. The vibrator was almost too much now, the intense pleasure making your body convulse uncontrollably.

Spencer pulled out with a wet sound, and you watched in a daze as his cum began to dribble out of her, running down her thighs in thick, white lines. The sight was obscenely erotic, making your stomach clench with a mix of arousal and envy.

Emily's body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her breaths coming in pants as she collapsed onto the bed beside you. But Spencer wasn't done yet. With a predatory look in his eyes, he moved up the bed.

He reached down and untied the vibrator from your thigh, the sudden loss of sensation making you whine. Then, with a swift move, he tugged your panties down, the fabric tearing away from your body as he yanked them off.

Spencer didn't waste any time. His fingers found their way to Emily's cum-soaked folds, and with a wicked smile, he scooped up a generous amount of his own release. You watched, eyes wide, as he brought those same fingers to your own drenched pussy.

Without a second thought, he pushed them inside you, the sudden intrusion making you gasp. The feeling of his fingers, still slick with his cum and her juices, was intense. He didn't hold back, fucking you with a fervour that had your legs spreading wider of their own accord.

The vibrations from the toy had been a tease, a gentle caress compared to the reality of his touch. His fingers moved in and out of you with ease, the wetness from his and Emily's combined releases coating him, allowing him to slide in deep. Each stroke was punctuated with a wet, lewd sound that seemed to echo in the room.

You bucked your hips up, trying to meet him, desperate for the fullness you'd been denied. Spencer took his time, watching the expressions that played out on your face with a smug smile. Your body thrashed against the cuffs, your breasts jiggling with the force of your movements.

Emily took that moment to recover, her breathing evening out as she climbed up the bed towards you. Her hand reached out and cupped one of your breasts, her thumb flicking over your hardened nipple.

With a devilish smile, she leaned down, her hot breath fanning over your skin. You felt her mouth close around the tender flesh, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nub before she took it between her teeth and gave it a gentle tug. You arched your back, a moan escaping your lips, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core.

Her mouth moved down to the valley between your breasts, her tongue tracing a wet path that made you shiver. Each nip, each lick was a brand, marking you as theirs for the night.

You were a quivering mess, moaning unintelligibly as Emily's teeth grazed the sensitive flesh of your neck. Spencer's fingers continued their relentless assault on your pussy, his thumb circling your clit, sending electric jolts through your body.

The orgasm that crashed over you was like nothing you had ever felt before. It was as if your entire body was a live wire, sparks flying everywhere as your muscles clenched and released in wave after wave of pleasure.

You threw your head back, eyes squeezed shut, as the intensity of your climax took over. Your hips bucked uncontrollably, meeting Spencer's thrusting hand with each stroke. The feeling was overwhelming, the mix of his touch and Emily's teeth on your neck too much.

As the last spasms of pleasure rocked through you, Spencer didn't let up. He knew you could take more, that you needed more. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, pressing down gently. His fingers in your pussy never stopped, now targeting your G-spot with a precision that left you panting.

The pressure grew, building a crescendo of pleasure that started in your belly and radiated outwards. It was unlike anything you'd felt before, a coiling tension that grew and grew until you felt like you were going to burst. You could feel the wetness pooling between your legs, a sign of the release that was coming.

Spencer's eyes never left yours as he worked you over, his thumb pressing down on your clit with just the right amount of force. Emily's teeth grazed your neck, her hand moving to your throat to gently squeeze. You felt yourself getting closer, the need to let go growing stronger with each passing second.

He pressed down on your lower abdomen a little more, your muscles tightened around his fingers as he curled them against your G-spot. Emily's mouth moved up to your ear, her voice a hot whisper against your skin. "You're going to squirt for us, aren't you?" she asked, her breathing heavy with excitement.

You nodded, unable to form words. Your orgasm was approaching like a freight train, unstoppable and all-consuming. Spencer's thumb flicked over your clit faster, his fingers pumping into you with a steadfast rhythm that had your body shaking.

Emily leaned closer, her breath hot against your neck. "Say it," she murmured. "Tell us you're going to come for us."

You gritted your teeth, the need to scream their names overpowering you. "I'm going to… come," you managed, the words barely leaving your mouth.

Emily's smirk grew into a full-blown grin. "That's our good little slut," she murmured, her teeth grazing your earlobe.

With a final, punishing push, you felt it. The orgasm hit you like a tsunami, your pussy fluttering around Spencer's fingers as you squirted, your juices soaking the bed beneath you.

When you finally opened your eyes, you could see Spencer licking his fingers clean. The sight of him tasting you, savouring the evidence of your pleasure, sent a fresh wave of arousal through you.

Emily was watching you intently, a look of concern and care in her eyes. She reached out and stroked your cheek. "Are you okay, love?" she asked. "Do you want to keep going?"

You nodded, the word "yes" slipping past your lips. You were still reeling from the intensity of your last orgasm, but the thought of stopping now was unbearable. You needed more.

Emily leaned in, her breath hot against your skin. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice filled with satisfaction. Then, she turned to Spencer with a wicked smile. "Help me adjust her," she said, removing the pillows propping you up. "I want to sit on her face."

He took hold of your ankles, his grip firm but gentle, and began to pull you down the bed. You felt the leather cuffs pull your arms taught as you slid along the sheets, the fabric gliding against your sensitive skin.

You watched as Emily positioned herself over you, her pussy glistening with her cum. Her legs straddled your head, and she lowered herself down, the heat of her sex enveloping your face. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and you eagerly opened your mouth, ready to taste her.

Spencer knelled closer, his own cock now fully hard again. He took your legs and wrapped them around his waist, his hands holding you in place as he aligned himself with your eager entrance. The head of his cock brushed against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

As you began eating Emily out her hand found the back of Spencer's neck, pulling him in for a deep, passionate kiss.

The first few inches of Spencer's cock slid into you with ease, the lubrication from your previous orgasm allowing for a smooth entry. But as he pushed in further, you felt a slight burn, a delicious stretch that had you panting into Emily's pussy.

As Spencer started a slow rhythm, you began lapping at Emily's pussy with a fervour. Your tongue swirled around her clit, flicking and licking, tasting the saltiness of cum on your lips. Her moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with Spencer's thrusts as she ground herself against your face.

You loved every second of being at their mercy, the feeling of being used for their pleasure. It was intoxicating. You were no longer just an observer, but an integral part of their passionate dance.

With Spencer's cock now fully seated within you, he upped the speed, his hips ramming into yours with a ferocity that had you seeing stars. Each thrust sent your body rocking into the mattress, the leather cuffs creaking with every movement.

Spencer's hand came down, his fingers finding your swollen clit. He tapped it lightly at first, the sensation making you moan against Emily's pussy. The sound of your muffled cries only seemed to spur him on, his rhythm growing more erratic.

Emily's moans grew louder, her body rocking against yours in time with Spencer's thrusts. She leaned forward, her breasts jiggling, and you felt her nails dig into the skin of your torso as she held on tighter. Each tap from Spencer sent a shock of pleasure through you, making your own tongue move faster, more insistently against her clit.

The scene unfolded before you like a living, breathing painting of eroticism. The soft curves of Emily's body, the sharp lines of Spencer's physique, the leather of the cuffs that kept you bound to the bed—everything was a masterpiece of desire and want. Your senses were on overload, the taste of her, the smell of them both, the feel of Spencer's cock stretching you, the sound of skin slapping together.

All thoughts of work, of the outside world, of anything but the raw, primal need to come, had been driven from your mind. You were a creature of pure instinct now, a being of sensation and craving. Your entire existence was focused on the wet, warm heat of Emily's pussy on your face, and the thick, hard cock inside you, claiming you as their own.

Spencer leaned forward, his cock still pistoning in and out of your soaking wet pussy. His mouth found Emily's breasts, licking and sucking at her sensitive flesh. His tongue circled her nipples, teasing them into stiff peaks that begged for more. You felt the vibration of her moans run through her body, her hips grinding down onto your face as she threw her head back in pleasure.

The three of you were a tangled mess of limbs and desire, each movement bringing you closer to the edge of release. Spencer's strokes grew more frantic, his breathing hitching as he felt his own climax approaching. Emily's thighs tightened around your head, her moans growing louder, more demanding. You knew she was close, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.

Spencer's fingers found your clit once again, stroking it with a masterful touch that had you arching your back. Each pass over the sensitive bundle of nerves sent electricity through your body, making your toes curl. You could feel yourself getting wetter, your pussy clenching around his cock with each movement.

"You're so beautiful, Em," he murmured, his voice strained with his own growing need. "Riding her face like that, taking her mouth like it's yours. And look at her pussy, so slick and ready to be bred."

Emily moaned at his words, her hips bucking harder against your face. You felt her pussy juices leak onto your face. The thought of Spencer's cum filling you up, the idea of being bred by him, sent a fresh surge of arousal through you.

Suddenly, Emily's body tightened. With a scream, she came, her orgasm flooding your mouth. You swallowed greedily, the taste of her release mingling with the lingering flavour of Spencer's cum.

Her legs trembled as she lifted herself off your face. She rolled to the side, gasping for air, leaving Spencer's cock buried deep within you. "Keep going," she panted. "Don't stop until she's screaming."

With renewed vigour, Spencer pounded into you, his hips a blur as he chased his own orgasm. Emily leaned back into the pillows, watching you both with hooded eyes. "That's right," she began. "Take his cock like a good little slut. You love being filled up, don't you?"

You could only whine out in response, the word "yes" lost to the sounds of pleasure that had overtaken you. Spencer's strokes grew even more demanding, the sound of your wetness adding to the obscene sounds you were making.

Emily's voice grew more commanding. "Spencer, breed her," she said, her hand moving to her own clit, her fingers working it in slow, deliberate circles. "Fuck her full of your cum."

Spencer's eyes darkened, the intensity of his thrusts increasing. The idea of claiming you in such a primal way had him on edge, his body responding with an instinctual need to fill you with his seed.

You felt it, the pressure building up, your body begging for release. Emily's words had tipped you over, the dirty talk echoing in your ears. "I want it," you moaned. "I want you to breed me."

Spencer's strokes grew more erratic, his body taut with his own impending climax. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you felt your orgasm coil, ready to explode. Then, it hit you. Your body thrashed against the bed, the leather cuffs holding strong.

The feeling of Spencer's warm cum flooding your pussy was exquisite, making your own orgasm drag out, as if you were floating in a sea of pleasure. Each pulse of his release sent waves of ecstasy rippling through your core.

After a beat, Emily began to unbuckle the leather cuffs that had held you so tightly. You felt the leather loosen around your wrists, the sudden freedom making your skin tingle with sensation. She took care not to jostle your arms too much, knowing the blood flow would rush back with a sting.

As you lay there, panting and trembling with the aftermath of your orgasms, she gently began to massage your wrists. Her touch was feather-light at first, the pads of her thumbs moving in slow circles over your pulse points. It was a tender, loving gesture that seemed out of place in comparison to such intense passion.

Spencer remained still, his cock still buried in you to the hilt, his cum a warm presence inside your body. His eyes focused on yours, the connection between the two of you palpable. You could see the love and lust in his gaze, the possessive way he held onto your legs as if afraid to let you go.

Emily's gentle touch grew stronger as she massaged your wrists, her thumbs working out the kinks that had formed from being bound. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice soothing after the storm of passion. "You did so well for us."

Spencer's eyes never left yours, his expression one of pure adoration as he watched you come down from the high. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against yours, and kissed you. "You're incredible," he murmured, his breath hot against your skin.

As his cock began to soften, he carefully pulled out of your sensitive pussy. You felt a strange sense of emptiness, a void that his presence had filled. The wet sound of his withdrawal seemed to clash against the quiet of the room, the only noise now the sound of your heavy breathing.

Emily sat you up with surprising ease, her strong arms wrapping around your back, supporting you as your legs swung over the side of the bed. You felt boneless, your muscles having turned to jelly under the onslaught of pleasure. She kissed you gently, her lips tasting sweet.

"Let's get you cleaned up," she murmured, her eyes filled with affection. Spencer had already moved to the en suite, the sound of the shower being turned on filling the space.

With Emily's help, you managed to stand, your legs shaky from the intense experience. She led you to the bathroom, her hand firm but gentle as she guided you into the steamy embrace of the shower. The warm water hit your skin, and you sighed in relief, the heat soothing the ache that remained from your bound position.

Spencer had already stepped in, the water cascading over his body as he watched you approach. His eyes were still filled with the same hunger and love that had fuelled his earlier actions, but now they held a gentle concern.

Emily helped you step into the shower, the warm water washing over your body. You felt the last vestiges of your bound state slip away as the steam enveloped you. The water hit your skin with a gentle patter, the heat soothing the ache of your muscles.

Spencer's hands were on you immediately, his gentle touch as he helped cleanse your body. He took his time, using a soft cloth to wipe away the sweat and cum that coated your skin. The intimate act speaking volumes about the connection that had grown between the three of you.

Emily took a step back, watching the two of you with a satisfied smile. She leaned against the shower wall, her body still flushed from her own climax. She looked like a goddess, her hair sticking to her skin in wet strands as the water ran down her body.

Spencer turned you to face the spray, his hands moving over your body with the tenderness of a sculptor sculpting a masterpiece. The water washed away the physical remnants of your passion, but the emotional intensity remained.

Emily stepped closer, her own hands reaching out to join Spencer's in their gentle ministrations. She began to clean herself as well, her hands gliding over her own skin as if to mirror the care they were giving you. The three of you stood under the water, basking in the warmth.

When she finished, she took over supporting you, her arms sliding around your waist as Spencer stepped back. He took the cloth from her and began to clean himself, his movements methodical and precise.

With a gentle nudge, Emily guided you out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your body and helping to steady your legs. Spencer, ever the considerate lover, took over, tenderly patting you dry with a soft, fluffy towel. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he was afraid you might break.

Once you were clean, Emily stepped in, her eyes lingering on the marks on your skin from the cuffs. She leaned in, placing a gentle kiss on each red line before guiding you back to the bedroom. The sight of the freshly made bed, with crisp sheets and plush pillows was a welcoming sight to your exhausted body.

With a gentle touch, Spencer helped you to sit on the edge of the bed, his hands on your shoulders to steady you. Emily climbed in first, her body a vision of satiation. She lay back against the pillows, her arms open in invitation. Spencer following, his body warm and firm as he slid in behind you, his chest pressing against your back.

He pulled the blankets up, cocooning the three of you together. Emily's hand reached for yours, her thumb brushing over your knuckles in a reassuring gesture. Spencer's arm draped over your stomach, his hand resting protectively over you. The warmth of their bodies enveloped you, chasing away any lingering chill.

As the adrenaline from your earlier passion began to ebb, exhaustion claimed you. You drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the steady beat of their hearts and the warmth of their embraces. The soft whispers of their conversation lulled you into a peaceful slumber. You felt safe, nestled between them, their arms and legs entwined with yours. The love that emanated from Spencer and Emily was a warm blanket that wrapped around you, chasing away any lingering fears or worries. You were theirs, and they were yours.

[sincerelybubbles]

Here's a dialogue prompt for Emily please! Try this out pls. Love you Kam sm sm. "So why are you here?" "To make a fool of myself." ok ty lysm

even though i watched u type this, the wording makes me giggle every time i look at it.

emily prentiss x tech analyst!reader <3

warnings: fem!reader, cannon typical violence, very brief allusions to sexual assault (nothing happens!), angst and fluff! mutual pining.

word count: 5.4k

Emily is the loveliest thing you've ever seen and you can't imagine how she could ever possibly like you back. She enjoys the game, though, and teasing you is her favorite hobby.

-

It’s a sunny day. Warmth trickles down with the scattered light through the leaves. Patterns trace your arms, throwing your skin into a collage of different shapes and shades. Leaning back on your elbows, you watch people mill about the park. You look back down at your arm after a few more minutes, this time focused on the small watch resting there. With a sigh, you stand up and dust off your pants before picking up the small blanket you laid out and tucking it into your bag. 

You walk back to work, enjoying the sounds of the people around you. You lingered too long at the park during your break and are hoping that nobody notices your slightly late return. Maybe the team will be in a meeting, gruesome pictures you never quite learned to stomach plastered on the board, entirely oblivious to your tardiness. 

Unlikely, but a welcome thought soothing your anxiety as you push the door open and scan your badge at the security desk. 

“Welcome back,” the security guard says, smiling at you over his paperback. He’s an old greying man and you vaguely recognize him. You think he’s new and send him a warm smile in return. 

“Thanks,” you glance at his name badge, “Martin!”

You walk past him and step into the elevator. “Wait!” A voice calls and you reach forward to hit the hold button instinctively before you register the voice as Emily’s. 

She jogs into the elevator with you, smiling gratefully. “Thanks, I’m already running a little behind.” She lifts a container and shakes it a little. The label is from the Italian bistro across the street, about a ten-minute walk away and always nearly triple that in wait time. 

“Brave of you to go there during your lunch,” you joke, returning her smile and pressing the button for your floor. 

You hope she can’t see how your hands shake as you reach forward.

“I know, I just love their Pasta Brado. Have you tried it?”

“Can’t say I have. I’m boring, I usually go for the parm.”

“You’re not boring,” she says so earnestly that you can’t help but blush. You cough as an excuse to raise your hand to your face and hopefully hide it some. “You do have to try it, though. Here,” she offers you the plastic box. 

“Oh, I couldn’t. And I already ate.” You ignore the way your chest hurts a little at how enthusiastic she is. The worst part? She doesn’t even know how endearing her simple kindness, her casual enthusiasm, is to you. 

“Tomorrow, then. We can go together.” The elevator doors open as she says it and she steps out with an affirmative nod to solidify it. “Don’t try to bail out on me either, I know where to find you.”

“Yeah, I'm okay,” you say, feeling lame as you step out behind her. “I would love to.” She’s too far to hear you, though, already heading to Spencer’s desk and jumping right into his conversation with Morgan. 

Someone says your last name and you turn on your heel to see Hotch and cringe slightly. “I was trying to find you.” It’s a kinder way of him reminding you that you’re nearly ten minutes late back from your lunch. 

“Sorry, sir.”

“It’s fine. Do you have the reports finished from last week's trip to Huston?”

“Yes, sir, they’re at my desk. One moment.”

-

You and Emily don’t go to the bistro the next day because she and the team are sent to a small town in Kansas that night. 

“I’ll owe you lunch,” she says, hand on the back of your desk chair and brushing your shoulder as the team rushes to the jet. 

“Don’t worry about it!” You reassure her.

“I’m taking you to lunch,” she calls over her shoulder, pretend-glaring, “you will try that Brado!”

And then she’s gone, leaving you giddy and breathless. 

You know she’s just being friendly – she treats Spencer, Morgan, and JJ all the same as you – but her efforts to spend one-on-one time with you outside of work still have you feeling like a schoolgirl passed a note from her crush in class. 

You try to remind your heart to stop singing because Emily probably isn’t even gay and definitely isn’t interested. Instead, Garcia scares the shit out of you when she interrupts your inner monologue. 

“Lunch with Emily? Things are getting serious in your work marriage.” You hadn’t seen her walk into the room and jump at her voice, hand jumping to your mouth to suppress a yelp. “Sorry! Sorry!”

“It’s okay, didn’t see you.”

“Your loss, I look fantastic today.”

“As always,” you smile up at her, nose wrinkling and genuine fondness filling your senses. 

“Careful, wouldn’t want a workplace affair,” she jokes, leaning against your desk and picking up the stress ball you keep handy. 

“Stop,” you moan in good nature. “Nobody else calls us work wives.”

“That’s just because they don’t have my brilliance and excellent observational skills.”

“Nor do they have the same privy to my more personal thoughts,” you say, glancing up at her before returning to your paperwork. With the team leaving so quickly to tend to a missing child's case, you’re not getting home in time to cook dinner but are hoping to leave early enough to grab food instead of resorting to your freezer stash. 

“I would hope not. You know I can’t be replaced, baby.”

“Does Morgan know you talk to all your work besties like this?”

“I most certainly do not. You’re a regular bestie, not a work bestie.” A wink and then her expression sobers. “I do have an actual reason for visiting your humble cubical, though.”

“Hm?”

“I’m going to need extra hands for this case. It’s time-sensitive, as usual, and seems like it will be particularly tricky.”

“Yes ma’am,” you say, dropping your pen and standing to follow her. 

Your position at the bureau is kind of a catch-all. Most of your time is spent logging data, building reports, and doing general research for the team. Occasionally, though, you jump in to help Garcia with real-time research. Nothing as high-stakes as her direct assignments, more background work. Calling offices to talk to managers, combing through more meticulous data, generic census material to rule out obvious dead ends. 

It’s stressful work that technically isn’t what you’re paid for but you never complain. Your team saves lives, consistently putting themselves in the line of danger. If you have to spend a few hours a month helping Garcia call a suspect's manager at McDonald's to see if he still works there, it’s literally the least you can do. 

“Yes, so, it looks like our unsub…”

You drown out Garcia’s brief about information you already have sitting in front of you and begin vetting possible suspects from the large pool her system created.

It’s going to be a long night. You think about future Brado to cheer you up. 

-

“Reid, Prentiss take the back,” Hotch’s voice fills your ears. You imagine the pair nodding and splitting off from the group. 

This is your least favorite part of helping the team with active investigations – listening in on the calls. It’s rare that you and Garcia join the line when they’re approaching the unsub but, with you helping her, it isn’t a risk to distract Garcia and a much quicker method of getting any new information the team needs. It’s a new system you’ve only tried thrice, unsure how having microphones on 24/7 will work, and it grants you and the team more fluid communication.

Still, adrenaline floods your veins as you listen to their coms, the sounds of Garcia typing a constant behind their voices, imagining every way this could go wrong. 

You suspect the girl is still alive, the uncle doesn’t seem to have any reason to kill her just yet, but your fear for her grows with every minute. 

“Clear!”

Your eyes fall to the receipts flooding your screen. Ammo. A new rifle and pistol. The team knows but the evidence of this unsubs ability to hurt any of your friends, your family, isn’t helping your nerves. 

“I think he’s going to the roof!” Morgan’s voice, clear in the comms. 

You click out of the documents. Two swift motions on the screen. The firm press of the button. 

“Morgan, you’re on foot. Prentiss, follow him. Everyone else in vans, go!”

“Garcia, map out possible escape routes from the roof,” you instruct. 

She nods, screens shifting immediately. She puts on her own headset with one hand and clicks on the call and starts to bark information to Hotch. 

“Got her!” Reid’s voice sounds and you deflate a little. He mutes as he begins to console the small girl. 

You know you can take off your headset now, leave the call, and go to your paperwork. There isn’t much more you can do to help – you’re sure that’s what you’re supposed to do – but you stay on anyway, listening. 

“Right on Elmore!” Morgan calls. You find the street on Garcia’s screen, eyes tracing the path you think they’re taking. 

“We’ll try to cut him off,” Rossi says and you can hear tires in the background of the call. The click of a steering wheel cutting to the side too quickly. Someone’s labored breathing – probably Morgan’s as he dead sprints. 

“Stop! Put your hands up!” Emily shouts. The firmness in her voice makes you sit up straighter in your chair. 

You hear something that sounds vaguely like, “bitch,” before a loud pop drowns anything else out. 

“Emily!” Morgan’s voice, more pops. 

Gunfire. That’s gunfire, your brain recognizes. 

Your blood has gone cold.

“We need a medic!” Morgan shouts. Hotch’s line blinks red, going dead as he calls the ambulance. “Emily, Emily.”

Rustling. Cars. Sirens. Morgan’s line goes dead after you hear a car door slam shut. Then Reid’s and Rossi’s. Emily’s is the last to stay green, blinking.

You and Garcia stare at each other as you listen to Emily be loaded into an ambulance. Listen to Morgan tell the team, voice far away and barely tangible, that the unsub only managed to fire out one shot before he downed him. 

Neither of you can hear where she was shot or how badly injured she is before Emily’s line goes red as well.

-

“Emily?” You call softly, rapping your knuckles softly on the frame of the cracked hospital door. 

Your name, faint, answers you and you take that as permission to nudge the door open. The room looked dark from the hallway but Emily has the small lamp embedded on the wall switched on, throwing her face into harsh shadow. 

“Hey, you,” you say, walking in, arms full. “I brought things.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” she says, trying to sit herself up further and wincing as the motion pulls on her stitches in her abdomen. 

“Wait, let me help you,” you say, setting your things down and reaching out a hand. 

You wait for her nod before touching her, letting her grasp your arm and looping your other arm around the back of her waist to take most of her weight yourself. 

“Thanks,” she mumbles. You can tell she hates feeling useless, hates needing help for something as simple as sitting up, so you drop the subject with a nod and kind smile. 

You turn around to the small rolling tray where you put your things down, pulling two black containers out from a plastic bag. You feel silly and very awkward as you turn around to show them to her. 

“I know it’s probably not quite what you meant but,” you set the containers down on her bed and pop one open. 

“The Pasta Brado! Oh man, I was going to treat you.” She’s pouting through a smile, attempting to put on an upset facade and failing miserably. 

It’s so cute that you struggle with what to say next. 

“Thank you, really. You can pull up that chair, if you’re hungry now.”

You grab the chair she’s motioned to and drag it to sit next to her. “I’m hungry if you are. It might be a little cold, though, it’s kind of a far walk.”

“You walked here?” Emily asks, tone appalled and face comically shocked. 

“Yeah, my car broke down last week. I’ve been walking to work – it’s actually really nice out right now – and I couldn’t find a cab from the bistro.” You busy yourself with the food while you talk, opening the second container, setting it on her legs, and unwrapping the plastic cutlery for her. 

“Jesus! You didn’t need to come and see me if you don’t have a car. You didn’t need to come at all, actually. I really appreciate it,” she amends, seeing how your bashful smile freezes on your face, reaching forward as if to touch your face and brushing your shoulder instead. “It’s really sweet of you but you didn’t need to walk all that way. Isn’t it like a twenty-minute walk from here?”

Over thirty, but you nod anyway, knowing it won’t help your case to correct her. “It’s not a big deal. You were shot in the stomach, of course I wanted to see you.”

“Ah, so you wouldn't want to see me otherwise,” she teases, nodding and pushing her pasta around with her fork. She doesn’t even try to conceal her grin. 

“Ha ha, very funny,” you mumble. You take a bite of your food and your eyes widen. “Oh my god.”

“I knew you would love it,” she beams, watching your expression as you taste the food. You you she meant to say it in a gloating way but you swear you can hear a sort of fondness behind the words. Something in you warms at her ability to know you so well. 

You tell yourself you’re overreacting about both thoughts. 

“You were right – Emily this is unfairly good.”

“Oh, I know,” she says, taking her own bite and letting out an exaggerated moan, complete with an eye roll. You giggle and she smiles at you. “Thank you, this is exactly what I needed.”

“You’re welcome,” you say, holding her eye contact. 

She's been in the hospital for three days, transferred back to Virginia last night; her hair is unwashed and unbrushed, and she’s wearing no makeup and a hospital gown. 

She’s still the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. 

-

Your car is fixed by the time Emily is released from the hospital two days later and you offer to take her home. 

“Hi Sergio,” you greet the cat brushing against your legs as Emily disengages the alarm. 

You set her things down by the door before turning to offer her your arm. Emily doesn’t pretend that she doesn’t need the help when it’s just you two, something you’re grateful for after watching her struggle with the team around, and lets you guide her to her bedroom. 

You set about making her comfortable, turning down her sheets and propping the pillows up so she can sit. 

“I’ve got it,” she laughs, playfully pushing away your hands. 

You laugh along with her, raising your hands and backing away. “I’m going to go put the rest of your stuff away and get you a drink.”

“Perfect, I’ll take an old-fashioned. Don’t forget the cherry.”

You roll your eyes at her, scoffing and leaving her room. 

You throw her clothes and go-bag in her laundry room before making her a glass of water and another glass of juice. Once you’re sure she’s settled in her bed with her book, you return to the kitchen to make her a few dinners, ignoring her protests. 

-

Emily is back in the field much sooner than you would have liked. 

“I was cleared by the doctors,” she tells you, coat slung over her arm as she digs through her bag for her badge. 

You smile at Martin, sending him a mock exasperated look, before she finds her ID and shows it to him. 

“It still seems too soon, Em,” you persist, reaching forward to push the elevator button and turning so you can lean back to watch her face. 

“Em?” Emily asks, the hint of a smile pulling up the left corner of her mouth. 

You sort of feel like you could die in that moment, just from the heat that simple gesture surges through you. 

“It just sort of slipped out, sorry,” you say, thoroughly embarrassed. 

The elevator dings and the doors open, throwing you off balance for a second. This doesn’t help your already flared nerves as you stumble back and drop your bag. You reach down to gather it and the files scattered across the floor. 

You’re kneeling to stuff everything in your bag when Emily crosses your line of sight again, wide smile on her face – teeth fully on display and nose scrunched, you are in desperate need of help – holding out your notepad.

“I think the nickname’s sweet. I kind of like the idea of having a name only one person, only you, calls me.”

All of the air has left this godforsaken elevator, the heat must be on, you stare dumbly at her as she reaches forward to grab your bag and put the rest of your papers inside of it for you. 

And then, realizing you look like an absolute idiot, you snap back into your body and cough slightly. The doors ding and open again, you grab your bag from her and stand slowly. Smiling at her, still crouched on the floor and looking, amused, up at you through her eyelashes, you say, “Okay. Thanks, then, Emmy.”

You walk away after that brief flash of confidence, telling yourself you’re just imagining how you swear her face flushed bright at your comment. 

And if Morgan mentions a few minutes that Emily seems flusters, well, who can blame you for floating on that high for a few days?

Except she doesn’t let it go. 

She corners you on your break in the kitchenette. Literally. She catches you when you’re examining the coffee pot that has been making concerning gurgles for the past few days and leans on the counter behind you, effectively blocking your exit. 

Not that you really want to leave. 

She’s wearing a red tank top and dark jeans, her hair is loose around her shoulders, eyes steadily trained on your face as you work. 

“Hello,” you say, quiet in a way you’re not normally. 

“Hi.”

“What’re you doing?” You ask after a few more moments of her silently staring at you while you pretend to know what you’re doing with a screwdriver. 

“Enjoying the view.”

You drop your screwdriver and relish in the sound of her laugh. 

-

You’d love to say that you had some suave answer to return her charm but you think you spent it all that morning with your boldness. 

You’re not shy but confidence doesn’t run in your blood either. You’d say you’re pretty normal – average. You don’t find much wrong with that, you know you have other qualities that build you up into an interesting person. You love your friends and coworkers deeply, for one. And have an intense trust in them and their abilities. 

That trust is always tested in your day-to-day at work but never more than now as you feel the car around you make turns at highway speeds. You think you’re on some sort of back road but it’s hard to tell from the trunk given the obvious lack of windows. 

You’re calmer than you thought you would be if kidnapped. 

Groaning after one particularly rough turn that has you jostling against the sides of the trunk, you allow your head to thump back and stare at the inside of the dark car. Light breaks through the cracks of the hinges of the trunk and you wonder if water trickles through when it rains. 

You’ve been in here too long to consider if you’re focused on the wrong things. You’re scared shitless, of course, but the adrenaline faded about an hour into your drive and now you’re just bored. 

Imagine that – bored as fuck in the trunk of a stranger's car, wrists burning from the rope and jaw sore from where it’s been forced open too long by the fabric tied around the back of your head. 

You’re just allowing yourself to reimagine your morning with Emily when the car stops and the engine cuts. 

You snap back into the present, energy flooding your system again as your brain flicks into overdrive. You might spend your days paper-pushing behind a desk, but you passed your physical. You’re smart, you’ve heard the stories of how these victims survive captivity. 

When the trunk pops open, you squeeze your eyes shut to prevent pain from the sudden lack of light. You don’t want to be blinded and the action has the added benefit of pleasing your captor. He put a hood over your hood when he grabbed you, muttering in your ear in tense tones that you would do best to not even try to see him. 

Say what you will, you usually do a pretty good job at following directions. This one is easy and happens to be number one on your list right now – keep him happy so he keeps you alive. 

“Good girl,” a gruff voice says before a calloused hand gropes the back of your neck to yank you forward. Scratchy fabric envelops your head and your hot breath bounces back against you, trapped against the fabric of the hood. 

You stand when his hands start to grab your waist, pulling yourself to your knees and allowing yourself to be lifted from the trunk.

You want to run but know now’s not the time. 

“Look at how well-behaved you are!” His breath is wet against your neck. He stands too close, hands clawing under the hem of your shirt to cling to your skin. 

He walks you forward like that, chest pressed against your back and breath slithering down the collar of your shirt to hang uncomfortably over your collarbones. 

It’s becoming increasingly more obvious what this sicko wants from you and your stomach is twisting at the thought. You urge the team to hurry up, knowing your absence would have been missed ages ago. They have to be looking for you by now. And, with how sloppy this dude seems to be, he must have left a plethora of clues waiting to be found. 

You have to repeat this to yourself as you hear a door lock click. 

“Took you long enough. This is the girl? She’s kind of … well,” the second man kisses his teeth with a sharp sound. You’re pushed forward again. “Whatever floats your boat man.” The door shuts and locks behind you. The second man's voice fades as he talks, disinterested. 

You wonder if it’s wrong to feel slightly insulted right now. 

“This way, doll.”

You listen. It’s saving your life to be complicit in his directions, so you listen. Still, you’re shoved harshly to the floor once you get to where he wants you, knees striking what feels like cement. Before you can recover, your cheek stings and your head is whipping to the side from a sudden slap. 

Then, there’s a kick to your ribs. You fall onto your side, too winded to even cry out, lips falling open in a silent scream. A boot in your belly. Your ribs again, your hip and back. 

“Why?” You manage to sob out. “Why, why?”

You don’t get an answer.

-

You’re not overly religious but you thank whatever heavens or universe exists that he leaves you alone once he’s done kicking the shit out of you. Your ribs are bruised but the worst you expected hasn’t happened. 

The boredom returns as you lay with throbbing ribs. At least one is broken and every breath hurts. You can’t imagine sitting up and, luckily, with your hands tied behind your back, it’s not really an option anyway. 

It must be near an hour later when you’re fading out of consciousness – a purposeful choice on your part to save your energy – when you hear the front door burst down. 

“FBI! Hands where I can see them!” Morgan. You nearly weep but think better when your stuttered gasp makes your side throb. “What the fuck?” You hear shouted in reply. “Robb, what the fuck man.”

There isn’t much of a resistance from the living room. The second man is shouting at what you can only assume is the first – your initial kidnapper – but there’s nothing else other than that. 

“Clear!” You hear Hotch call. Spencer replies and then you hear the door nearest you open. 

His voice calls out your name. You deflate against the floor. A second, you know he’s scanning the room with his gun before holstering it. “Clear! I need a medic!”

Hands, gentle, against your face, removing the hood. Swifter after that, removing your gag, and then hand binds. 

“Hey, Spence,” you say, trying to smile up at him. 

“Shh, you’re okay. We’ve got you.” He starts to support your weight behind your shoulders and the pain that brings is too intense to prevent your yelp. 

“Oh my god, is she okay?” You hear Emily ask seconds before you see her. She looks concerned, hair now in a tight ponytail and FBI vest strapped over her chest. She whispers your name once and then a second time, reaching forward to gently brush your hair out of your eyes. 

“Hey, pretty,” you say, words tumbling out of your mouth before you can catch them.

“Hi beautiful,” she answers, reply just as soft as your own. Earnest. 

It makes your heart ache and, for the first time since being yanked off the road walking to grab lunch, you start to cry. 

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry. I’m sorry, beautiful, it’s okay. You’re okay.” She repeats this as you’re lifted by the paramedics and cry harder. 

She repeats it when they stitch up where kicks burst the skin over your cheekbone open, repeats it as she trails a hand down your arm in gentle patterns while they examine your ribs and confirm that you’ve broken two, maybe three. 

She tries with you in the ambulance. 

You can’t help but think about being on the phone when you heard Emily be shot weeks earlier. You squeeze your eye shut as they insert the IV, beyond grateful that she’s there to hold your hand while they do it. The tear that falls down your cheek has nothing to do with the pain and everything to do with the thought that you couldn’t have been there for her in the same way. 

An odd thought, you realize, but it’s the one you’re stuck with as you drift away when the pain medicine enters your system. 

-

You’re sent home three days later. You insist on spending the night alone, afraid to admit you’re scared because, honestly, nothing much happened to you. 

Oh, of course, everyone tries to convince you otherwise but you know they’ve all had it worse. You were gone from the bureau for about eight hours and spent most of it bored. 

So you force yourself to spend the night alone. You don’t need help moving around or doing things for yourself so you convince yourself you don’t need help. 

You’re cooking dinner when the doorbell rings. You wipe your hands with a dish towel and take your time walking to the door to look through the peephole. You don’t know who took you yet, you haven’t asked and nobody has said, but you can imagine seeing him through the door. Waiting for you, waiting to kill you this time. 

Okay, yeah, maybe Spencer was right when he talked about PTSD and usual levels of anxiety, but you’re so tired of him being so right all of the time that you really want to prove him right.

There is no man standing on the other side of the door, though. Instead, you see Emily, holding a plate wrapped in tin foil and looking serene in your apartment hallway. 

You open the door quickly, unlatching it and turning off your alarm with a few clicks. “Emily?”

“Ah, man, I was getting used to Emmy,” she jokes, stepping inside with a smile in your direction and kicking off her shoes. 

You can’t think of an answer so you just smile at her, hoping she’ll take the lead. You’re tired and she must see it because she offers the plate in her hands to you once the door is closed and the alarm is reengaged. 

“Rossi sent me with it with explicit instructions to not let you share it.”

You giggle and take the plate. “I’ll have to tell him thank you. It’s kind of out of your way to come all this way, though, isn’t it?”

“Not out of my way at all,” she says, words dripping with meaning as she holds your eyes. “I would have come even if Rossi didn’t have food for you.”

“So why are you here?”

“To make a fool of myself,” she says, casually, like that’s something people say every day, “probably. You’ve just gotten back from the hospital and I know you said you wanted to be alone, but,” she swallows and her words are becoming more rushed as she speaks, “I said the same thing and you still stayed.”

“Emily?” You ask, setting the plate down on your hallway table and clearing your throat. “Ah, Emmy?” You amend when she cuts you a look. Your attempt to diffuse the tension doesn’t work and she steps closer so you’re toe to toe.

“That doesn’t really answer your question, though. You’re sweet enough that you would let it go, but,” she shrugs, reaching forward to gently loop her fingers around your wrists. “Stop me if this is awful timing. Please,” she says, leaning forward and staring into your eyes. 

You feel like you’re suffocating, but if this is death, you’ll greet it gladly in the irises of Emily Prentiss. You’re caught in the trap of the moment, heart hardly breathing, all aches and sores forgotten because Emily is leaning closer, breath fanning across your face. You feel intoxicated, ensnared. 

Everything that has ever been exists here, now, in this moment. Every breath used to blow out birthday candles and blow away eyelashes – breaths with purpose, with wishes, with intent – exists between the two of you as she leans closer and closer. Closer, still, and how can so much distance exist between you two when you’ve been standing so closely?

“Just, stop me, if you want,” she whispers against your lips, eyes falling shut. 

Time yawns again, freezing. Your eyes open, hers closed, beats of seconds pausing. Hesitating for you to hold this moment in your hands. You’re grateful to appreciate it because she really is so lovely. Her bangs are pushed back from her face with a headband – imagine that! Emily owns headbands! – and you can see every detail of her face. Her elegant nose, her slim eyebrows, her narrow, prominent, lips.

And then your heart finally catches up, beats loudly, cracks whatever fragile plane of glass holding the moment so perfectly still, and her lips are meeting yours. 

You gasp into her mouth, hands breaking out of her hold to grab her face. You’re afraid that she’s going to pull away before this kiss can be fully real. Before you can actually taste her – lemon cake and rain and warmth. Before you can memorize the feel of her lips pressed against your own before you can drag her closer and slip your hands into her hair. 

But she doesn’t pull away. She meets your enthusiasm with a sigh and then enthusiasm tenfold. You can feel relief in the kiss, feel how she relaxes into you. She takes a step forward and you take one back half the amount to account for it. 

A tilt of your head and it’s better, impossibly. She’s firm, sturdy, beautiful. Confident. Lovely, lovely, lovely. 

And then she reaches forward to hold you to her, hands brushing your ribs to wrap around your back and you can’t hold in the gasp of pain that causes you to stiffen. You want to take it back, want to ignore the pain, want to keep her near, but she won’t allow it.

“Oh, I’m so so sorry. Are you okay? I’m sorry.” You smush the apologies against her lips, removing one hand from her hand to guide her arms around your shoulders where they won’t hurt. “Okay! Okay,” she giggles, leaning back with several short kisses that do nothing to satiate you. “I need to know you’re okay.”

She can obviously tell she hasn’t hurt you too bad by your reaction, but the sweet caution in her voice has you melting further. 

“I’m perfect.”

[softestqueeen]

emily prentiss x emt!reader hcs!

a/n: this was a request from @weeedits , so thank you sm for requesting this! i hope it turned out well, love this dynamic! i imagined more of an early season emily, but this picture was just too hot not to include! but imagine whatever you like! enjoy <3 I 509 words

꣑ৎ so i imagine you are also virginia-based and everytime the bau has a local case you would also be called to the crime scene/when they catch the unsub.

꣑ৎ emily would hate to get checked out and would always be uncomfortable with the attention and the vulnerability that comes with it. she would always insist that she's fine and that she doesn't need help, even if it is clear that she does, in fact, need help.

꣑ৎ however, all of that changes when you treat her for the first time. derek is literally stunned into silence when he sees his usually stoic colleague doing what you ask of her without any complaints or reistance.

꣑ৎ the truth is, once emily sees you for the first time, she's sure she has never seen someone this beautiful before in her life. she's so distracted by you that she doesn't even feel the three stitches in her shoulder.

꣑ৎ she would get so flustered however when you have to pull down her longsleeve to acces the wound. your quiet heads up beforehand could not have prepared her for the way she involuntarily reacts once you lean a bit on her, you hand making direct contact with the skin of her shoulder.

꣑ৎ prentiss would thank you for patching her up and then walk away, dazed.

꣑ৎ from this day on, emily would always get checked out after finfishing a case, but only if it was one of your shifts.

꣑ৎ everytime you would patch her up after that first time, emily made sure her intentions were clear. she shamelessly starts flirting with you and would get bolder every time.

꣑ৎ at some point she would even start to linger after being looked at, talking to you, touching your arm occasionally, doing everything she can to find out if you were also into her.

꣑ৎ oh, but poor you. you were incredibly in love with the dark haired agent but also oh so oblivious to emily's obvious flirting. you always brushed it off as her just being nice but a part of you always wished it was more.

꣑ৎ the team found it incredibly entertaining to watch the two of you being completely unaware of the other ones feelings. they were already betting on how often prentiss had to be checked out by you while being completely fine before you caught on.

꣑ৎ once emily realised that you wouldn't get the hint, she decided to take matters into her own hands.

꣑ৎ so after giving her some stichtes on her forehead - which looks incredibly kissable in your opinion - she couldn't take it anymore and finally asked you out.

꣑ৎ to say you were flustered was an understatement. your face immediately turned red and you were just able to mumble out a shy yes before a smile broke out over your face that made emilys heart skip a beat.

꣑ৎ the team watched in amusement, but was happy that the two of you finally made the first move into the right direction.

a/n: i hope you liked this!

requests open!

[ranunculussy]

enigma | spencer reid fanfiction

part 02. - wednesday

ꕥ part 01. | part 03. ꕥ pair: Spencer Reid × BAU!fem!reader ꕥ warnings/tags: canon-typical violence, mentions of human trafficking, swearing, somewhat oblivious Reid and reader, age gap, moderately jealous Spencer, slow-burn, mutual pining, rivals to lovers, english isn't my first language so bear with me pls, idk about other warnings ꕥ word count: ~3.5k ꕥ summary: Spencer can't quite figure you, his rival out and this annoys him more than it should [this fanfic is also available on AO3with the same title and username]

“Eek, this is like a group vacation.” Her quick, light claps accompanied Garcia’s excited squeal. Her bright, energetic demeanour seemed to lift everyone’s mood, which was below average that early afternoon on a cloudy Wednesday. The reason was mostly that they were all tired from the mission on the previous day. Also, the fact that a one-and-a-half-day road trip was ahead of them didn’t really help either.

As soon as they clocked in to work that day, Hotchner greeted them with the rather unfortunate news that in order to avoid any suspicion, they’d have to travel on the road and not with the private jet, which meant a roughly 35-hour-long drive. The Bureau was kind enough to provide the team with a minibus and three assigned FBI agents as drivers so they wouldn’t have to take turns behind the wheel.

“Did Morgan manage to kick down fewer doors in the previous month or what?” you asked jokingly as you watched the biscuit-coloured vehicle roll up to the team. The Bureau was constantly up in your asses with the monthly budget and how expensive it was sometimes to fund the unit. They were so stingy that it became a joking material between you.

“Ha-ha, very funny,” rolled his warm, chocolate brown eyes the mentioned man as he lightly punched your shoulder.

The truth is this wasn’t out of generosity. It was more of a tactical investment, recommended by the anti-trafficking unit. If it were up to the Bureau, you’d be crammed up in those notorious black SUVs for almost two days straight. But the dark vehicles became so known for belonging to law enforcement personnel that if the host or some guests from the auction saw them, the BAU would immediately get noticed and the mission would be a failure.

“So, Hotch” spoke Reid not so far from you who was strangely silent this morning. “We are going to spend the night at some hotel, I assume.”

“Yes. This way we will arrive at Flathead Lake either tomorrow night or Friday morning, depending on the traffic.” nodded your boss. He informed you that the briefing will take place on the bus since the anti-trafficking unit - who invited the team to help with the case – gathered some new information about the owner of the lakeside mansion where the auction will take place. While you infiltrated yesterday’s gala, they also put together a somewhat solid plan. Luckily, the BAU didn’t have to do everything all by themselves, they got joined up with competent people.

You quickly ran your gaze through the whole team. There was Hotchner, Rossi, JJ, Prentiss, Morgan, Garcia, Reid and of course, you. An even number of people. Meaning everyone had to share rooms with someone. You were more than sure that the “dads” – as in Aaron and David – would share one, just like Emily and Jennifer. There wasn’t any question about it. Now came the bigger problem, which was the Morgan-Garcia duo. If they were to share a room, it would only leave you with the doctor. Oh God no. You definitely can’t let that happen.

The minibus was the smallest possible one out there with 12 seats maximum, plus the seat of the chauffeur. This looked worse and worse for you by the minute. Of the three drivers, one was obviously behind the wheel, and the other two were occupying 2-2 front-row seats so they could rest properly. Leaving exactly eight seats for the team, so nobody had the opportunity to sit alone.

“So, Pen…” you hugged the woman next to you with one of your arms and had a Cheshire cat kind of smile on your face.

“Absolutely not” objected Derek, shaking his head before the flamboyant blonde diva could even take a breath. “There is no chance in hell that I’d sit next to Reid for around 40 hours. Babygirl is with me, so don’t even try. And I’m also sharing a room with her.”

“But…”

“Get your asses moving, guys” called for you already from the bus Emily. The rest of the team was waiting for only the three of you. As you placed your foot on the thin steps of the light-coloured vehicle, you silently prayed that someone, out of pure coincidence, decided to sit next to Dr Pain-in-the-ass Reid. The cleanly designed door of the modern bus silently shut behind you while you quickly scanned the insides. Since you were the last to get on board, there was only one unoccupied seat in the third window row… Next to your unpleasant co-worker. Of course, where else? At this point, you felt like God was testing you.

It’s not that you didn’t like him, but there was always some underlying tension between you, and you felt like you were constantly on edge around him. The subtle rivalry was exciting, of course. You were a very competitive person by nature. But still, you felt like you were under a microscope, getting dissected by his curious, watchful eyes each and every time you were in the same place. You weren’t friends, not even close to that, in your opinion. Simply co-workers who were a bit too similar in some ways and exhaustingly different in others.

Reid was sitting in the aisle seat. His thumbs played with the edge of the case folder, which was on his lap while he leaned back in his seat with closed eyes. He tried to shut out the lively group for a moment and get 8 hours of sleep done in 2 minutes.

“Hey…” you were the one who pulled him out of his somewhat meditative state as you awkwardly stood next to him. “Could you let me in?” you pointed at the empty seat.

For a moment, he didn’t really react, just looked at you with his eyebrows furrowed. He was slightly taken aback. Of course, there was a high possibility of you two having to sit next to each other. However, he thought that due to the complicated relationship that you had – which oftentimes was the cause of heated arguments -, someone would do the whole team a favour and take the place next to him. But no. Everyone seemed to stick with whom they were the closest with. This was reasonable, given that suffering through 1 and a half days of travelling would be even worse if you’re by the side of someone you aren’t that close with.

In a sense, the BAU was like a family, yes. During their years of work, they crossed the river Styx and came back countless times. They’ve seen Hell unleashed. They’ve experienced how cruel and disgusting human nature can be. But they did it together. And this created an unbreakable bond between them. There was nothing they wouldn’t do for each other.

Now, sitting in one place for around 40 hours crammed up in a small space is an entirely different question. Everyone gets bored, grumpy and annoyed easily. It’s safer to stick with the person you’re especially comfortable with, even amongst them.

Reid quickly collected his thoughts. He wasn’t feeling like he was in his element, and it bothered him. He couldn’t lose against you. Not even in a non-existent competition about which one of you is handling this cooler.

“Be my guest,” he smirked but didn’t move an inch.

“Are you serious right now?” you crossed your arms in front of your chest as you looked him in the eyes with a challenging spark in your irises. The bus slowly moved under you, making you stumble a bit. His smirk turned into a grin as he slid down in his seat, making himself more comfortable.

“Everyone, I’d like to start the briefing,” you hear Hotch’s voice through the bus’s speaker since he used the microphone at the front. They were waiting for you to sit down finally.

“I won’t hesitate to step and walk all over you,” you tried to sound as serious as possible, hoping that by asserting your dominance, he’d stand up and let you in.

“Kinky” came the unserious comment from JJ who was in one of the backseats, causing the more unserious half of the team to chuckle.

“Guys, please,” your boss tried to take control of the situation while the little asshole next to you was just smiling smugly. This was your last straw. You took a deep breath and lifted your left leg over his lap, so your back was facing him. This situation was so embarrassing that you couldn’t possibly face him and remain collected.

Since the trunk was placed there, the ceiling above the seats was low, you had to kind of sit down to be able to squeeze yourself in. So, for a few excruciating moments, you were in his lap.

“I swear to fucking God one of us won’t get off of here alive, and it won’t be me” you murmured, your voice was filled with anger as you finally wiggled your way through the obstacle, being a literal grown-ass man. You didn’t even notice that the sound of his irritating chuckle was absent. He severely miscalculated things with this stunt that he pulled. You were so close to him. So damn close. He could smell the pleasant mix of your soft, sweet perfume and your shampoo lingering in the air. It wasn’t too strong, nothing over the top. You mostly used things that had natural scents, either from flowers or fruits. Things that smelled like candy, or anything overly artificial usually gave you a headache so you tended to avoid those. He probably wouldn't have noticed it if you weren’t that close. But now, as the gentle aroma filled his nose, it became impossible not to think about it. Also, the fact that he could’ve just reached his hands out and grabbed your hips when you sat down for a flickering moment on his thighs was an image he was hardly able to ignore.

But alas, you finally got to your seat and Hotch was able to start going through the developments of the case with the assistance of the one and only Penelope Garcia. “I’m sorry to say this, my lovelies, but the mansion is equipped with the best security system anyone could ever dream of. On top of that, the private guards hired are employees of the most elite and most efficient security agency worldwide. I don’t think it’d be possible for you to sneak in,” she said while she sent files and pictures to your tablets. “Being wired is also risky. Plus, there is the problem of no weapons, no vests, no nothing.”

“So, we're just going to raw dog this mission the way God intended?” you clicked your tongue as you said the rhetorical question mostly to yourself, causing Derek, who was sitting behind you, to snort.

“Well, one of us is definitely going in ra…” Emily’s sly smile matched her unserious tone perfectly. You could envision a crystal-clear picture of her face with a playful glimmer in her eyes. Not even a day went by since the undercover mission with your boss, so it was obvious none of them were going to let the topic go.

“Prentiss.” Hotchner’s deep, warning grunt came from the front seats as firm advice for your best friend to think carefully about whether she’d like to continue her sentence or not. You let out an awkward laugh as you pressed your forehead to the back of the seat in front of you. When the others quieted down, your boss continued. “Luckily, the anti-trafficking unit was able to get information about the staff working on the event. Morgan, Reid. You and a few agents from the other unit are matching their descriptions. They were all pursuable to give their shifts over to us. Garcia will send you detailed information about them, so you’ll be able to blend in as much as possible.”

This seemed logical so far. It was clear as day that you couldn’t send in Emily, JJ or Rossi since they were more or less public figures. Rossi was a well-respected author, JJ was the liaison of the team who later became a full-fledged agent, and Emily was known for her international contacts.

“We know that there are even politicians and CEOs joining the event. This will be an awfully low-risk crowd in one place at the same time. Wouldn’t they be more throughout with the workers too?” shook his head Spencer making his light brown wavy locks bounce slightly. He let his hair grow longer, giving his characteristic face a perfect frame. It took some time to collect himself, to tame the rushing thoughts that were so out of character for him. He honestly didn’t understand his reaction. Why did he freeze at the smell of you? Why did those sharp images appear in his mind out of the blue? What the hell was wrong with him?

Countless thoughts occupied his outstanding brain, making him somewhat irritated. Ever since they started working on the case, he felt like every single factor was against them. With politics involved, it was almost impossible to gain the upper hand, moreover, the team was at a bigger risk than usual. And now this too?

“Well, I’m sure the host will be. But the other rich assholes don’t give a fuck about anyone lower than them, let’s be honest. Moreover, I could also imagine that the staff is the responsibility of an employee of the host, not even the host himself.” you didn’t even realize that you went against his judgement, it came so naturally, almost as an instinct. But you opposed him, again. He turned his head towards you, a stern, stoic expression on his face, one of his eyebrows slightly raised.

By this time, your head was also in the game. You quickly collected yourself after the embarrassing moment with Reid and your teammates' comments. The latter one wouldn’t have bothered you, but since you were already awkward and your face was all hot and red, the girls’ remarks were like gasoline to the fire. But you couldn’t let this bother you for a long time. You worked too hard to get to where you are right now. You loved your job and were great at it. You loved the team too, more than anything. That bastard next to you couldn’t possibly gain the upper hand so easily over you.

“Are all the victims kept in the mansion?” took over the word Rossi. His eyes were slightly narrowed as he stared at the documents on the flat electronic device in his hands.

“According to the anti-trafficking unit’s information, over the years, Jonathan Grace, our host this weekend, brought most of the land around the northern area of Flathead Lake through different, hardly traceable accounts and he has properties all around the area. There is a big chance that the victims are held captive in all locations, making it harder for them to unite and attempt escaping.”

This was making things even harder. Now, there was a huge possibility of the victims not even being at the same place at the same time, making rescuing them in one organised attempt almost impossible.

“There are an awful lot of things that could go sideways,” Derek’s sigh was filled with worry and annoyance. He hated nothing more than when politics got in their way. In humanity’s way. This whole thing was bullshit. Proceeding with caution when hundreds of people were forcefully stripped of their freedom, their free will, and their lives, just because politics made this case a delicate one?! It almost seemed as if the actual victims hardly mattered, the only important thing was not to get damaged by an influential asshole. Of course, he knew that it wasn’t the situation with the team, but the outside looked very much like it. If it was up to him, he would’ve raided all of Grace’s properties with a bunch of SWAT members and got everyone out immediately. But he also knew that the moment the traffickers smelled something fishy, they’d disappear without a trace and reorganise somewhere else, continuing their activities, destroying people’s lives while not even being on the radar anymore. He would’ve ruined months, even years of hard work for the AT unit. Not to talk about any future victims he wouldn’t be able to save. So, logically speaking, he understood perfectly why they were handling everything so carefully and second-guessing each of their ideas, but it still infuriated him.

“Will there be units at every building Grace owns?” you asked. You habitually turned over and over the single ring on your ring finger as a subtle method of stimming. You were anxious because of the case. It was impossible not to be.

“Obviously,” came the kind of condescending reaction from, you guessed it right, Reid. “That was kind of a dumb question, Y/N, don’t you think?” he was facing you, his head slightly tilted downwards to look you in the eyes, since he was significantly taller even while sitting. A small smile was plastered on his face, making your blood boil even more. You weren’t even on the road for half an hour and already wanted to choke him to death.

“Yeah, I decided to take one for the team and ask the stupid question early on so you could correct me and get your daily bitching done,” you nodded your tone full of fake sympathy.

“Is it really daily bitching or you’re just constantly making mistakes?” he clapped back immediately while wearing a passive-aggressive smile on his patronising, punchable face.

“Ah, here we go again,” came Morgan’s grunt from behind you.

“Last time I checked I had more solved cases than you, thanks to my so-called mistakes.”

Ah, yes. Solved cases. Obviously, none of the successful ones were thanks to a singular person, everything you do is a team effort. However, since both of you were competitive as hell, you had this unsaid game going on between the two of you. Whoever’s leads or ideas proved the most useful during an investigation could take that case as their own.

“Kids.” This time the eldest was the one whose warning voice caused you to stop.

×××

The next four or five hours went by quietly. After Rossi put an end to your bickering, both of you stayed in line. We could even say, you acted as normal, reasonable adults. The briefing went on for an hour more but after that, everyone became silent and absolved in the files.

The time for the first toilet break came when the bus parked at a resting stop. You pulled the earphones out of your ears and stretched in your seat. As you arched your back, the salmon-coloured button-up shirt that you were wearing tightened a bit around your upper body, perfectly outlining your otherwise hidden curves. Your movements weren’t provocative, not even in the slightest. It’s just Spencer who’s been finding himself in these weird scenarios where he suddenly noticed everything about you.

Of course, you were pretty, he was very well aware of this fact from day one. But now it seemed like this piece of information was actively in his mind for some unknown reason.

“Will you let me out or do I have to crawl over you again?” you turned with your upper body towards him and leaned a bit closer. The others were in the middle of leaving the bus, so nobody gave much attention to you, luckily.

He also leaned towards you, and swallowed his saliva before answering, making his Adam’s apple quickly rise and fall. “Whichever one you’d prefer more.”

“Move your ass then,” you urged him as you looked directly into his pretty, light brown eyes that had hints of green in them, seemingly unaffected by what he said. He kept eye contact while his pupils slightly dilated but didn’t say a thing. For a quick, unnoticeable moment his brows got furrowed and his jaw tightened but this expression disappeared as soon as it came. Without a word, Spencer stood up and left the vehicle with quick-paced steps. He felt like even the air got tighter around them in the small space. Must be the fault of the tiny bus.

[nachrosas]

CUPID'S PUPPY | e.prentiss x romanoff!reader

summary: in which a walk in the park with your puppy gives you more than a little fun. pairing: emily prentiss x romanoff!reader content warnings: none, just pure fluff! word count: 1.2k a/n: night, night! first time writing for emily prentiss, so I'm nervous! i want to give a big thank you to @mggslover who encouraged me to start writing about this idea! i had fun writing this one and i really hope you guys like it! feedback is always appreciated! also, my inbox is always open to chat! till the next one!

The park was particularly busy on that sunny Tuesday afternoon, but the sound of laughter, chatter, and footsteps didn't bother you. You were holding the lead of Bucky, your Belgian Malinois puppy, who was trotting lively beside you, his tail wagging as if he were greeting the whole world with his contagious animation. The current of wind blowing towards you carried the scent of flowers, freshly cut grass, and… food.

“Bucky, slow down!” you ordered, adjusting the strap of your fanny pack on your shoulder. It was the perfect day for a leisurely walk in the park, and you planned to make the most of it — since you didn't know when exactly you'd have another mission-free day. However, something seemed to distract your puppy. He raised his snout, sniffing more intensely, and his posture became alert.

“Hey, kid, what now?” you asked, laughing as he pulled a little harder on the leash.

That's when it happened. And, to your utter panic, Bucky fired without warning, the leash sliding quickly through your hands.

“Bucky! Stop!”

That's when it happened. And, to his utter panic, Bucky took off without warning, running into a woman with brown hair in a messy ponytail, absent-mindedly eating what looked like a sandwich while leafing through a book with a faded cover. Without warning, he jumped up, snatching the food out of her hands and running across the park.

“Bucky! Stop! Drop it now!”

You ran through the park, your face red with embarrassment as Bucky, with all the enthusiasm of someone who thought he'd just won the lottery, held the stolen sandwich firmly between his teeth. He settled comfortably in the soft grass, chewing his snack as if it were the best meal he'd ever had.

When you finally reached him, you knelt down beside him, trying to snatch the remains of the sandwich from his jaws, but he only turned his head away, protecting his delicious prize.

“You're terrible, you know that? Terrible!”

“He seems to think otherwise.” a humor-laden female voice replied behind you, startling you slightly.

You turned around quickly and, a few steps away, there she was: arms crossed and with a relaxed posture. Her eyes were shining and a huge smile that seemed to be lit up with amusement took over her face.

“I'm really sorry!” you began, standing up hastily, the words running over each other. “He's never done that! He's usually very polite. I can buy you another sandwich… or anything else you want to make it up to you!”

She raised an eyebrow, still smiling, and shook her head. “You don't have to. It's not the end of the world.” Her eyes turned to Bucky, who was now licking his paws, completely oblivious to the mess he'd just caused. “Besides, he's got good taste…”

You opened your mouth to thank her, but she finished, her soft smile turning into something a little provocative:

“… just like the owner.”

The words hung in the air for a second before you realized what she had said. A wave of heat went up your cheeks, and any attempt to answer was shuffled off with a nervous laugh.

“I… uh… eh… Well, thanks, I guess?”

She laughed again, this time more softly, and held out her hand. “Emily Prentiss. Nice to meet you and this little sandwich thief.”

You accepted the handshake, your face still feeling hot. “Nice to meet you… even if that's not exactly the best first impression.”

“I disagree.” Emily blinked in your direction and, for a brief moment, the chaos caused by Bucky seemed to have been worth it.

Emily looked at what was left of the sandwich: a tiny piece, still wrapped in the crumpled paper, that Bucky had saved.

“Well, he left something. Do you want to share?” she asked, holding up the piece with a playful smile on her lips.

You laughed, shaking your head. “Eh, I couldn't accept it, especially after… that.” you gestured to Bucky, who was still lying on the grass, licking his lips as if he didn't feel a pang of guilt in the world.

“Okay.” Emily said, tossing what was left onto the table next to you with a thoughtful look on her face. “How about a coffee? The place around the corner has amazing sandwiches. And I promise to keep an eye on your dog this time.”

You hesitated. Accepting an invitation from a complete stranger wasn't exactly in your plans for that day — however, neither was Bucky stealing a sandwich. But there was something about Emily — her genuine smile, the relaxed way she had handled the situation — that made you want to stay a little longer.

“All right,” you said, smiling back. “But it's on me. Bucky's already put me in enough debt for today.”

Emily laughed, starting to walk beside him. “Fine. But only if he behaves.”

Bucky, as if he understood that the conversation was now about him, looked up with an expression of almost innocence. 

On the walk to the café, the conversation between you flowed naturally. Emily asked about Bucky: how long you'd had him, how he generally behaved — and you again assured her that he behaved much better than he does today. You told her about the various adventures and pranks you'd been on with him, and Emily, in return, told you about her childhood dog, called Max, who she also regarded as a “little terror”.

“I think he knew how to pick his targets,” she joked. “Max also stole a sandwich once. It was from the most annoying neighbor in the whole neighborhood. I remember he was quite furious, but my mother managed to get around it with an apple pie from a prestigious restaurant.”

“So, for you, Bucky was just an evolution of this legacy of thievery?” you teased, feeling more at ease with every step.

“It's quite possible.” Emily laughed, and the sound was light and infectious. 

The conversation between you flowed with such surprising ease that you didn't even notice the time passing. Emily was fun and full of stories that made you laugh and relax. When the waiter brought the bill, she insisted on splitting it.

“Consider it a draw,” she joked. “A sandwich was stolen for a shared coffee.”

The golden light of late afternoon illuminated the sky, giving the scene an almost magical tone. When they reached the door of the café, Emily turned to you, a shy smile on her lips.

“I come here often,” she said, putting her hands in her coat pockets. “Maybe we'll meet up again… if Bucky isn't too busy stealing sandwiches, of course.”

You laughed, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks again. “Maybe. Or, well, we could arrange a time, if you want to avoid food surprises.”

Emily arched an eyebrow, clearly holding back a bigger smile. “That sounds like a plan. Can I take your number?”

You nodded and exchanged numbers, the gesture accompanied by a slight feeling of nervousness, but also anticipation.

“Right, so I'll see you around!” Emily said, taking one last look at Bucky, who was watching everything curiously. “And if he needs a lawyer for his next prank, let me know.”

You laughed, nodding as she walked away.

As you walked home, you looked at Bucky, who was walking beside you with his chest puffed out, as if he knew exactly what he had done.

“You knew all along, didn't you?” you asked, and he wagged his tail enthusiastically, as if in agreement.

A smile escaped his lips. The day that had started out like any other had turned into something unexpected and special — all thanks to a dog with a refined taste for sandwiches and, apparently, casual encounters.

[v3nusxsky]

GIRLIE I FORGOT THE PW TO MY ACC, but i’m back now lmao!

if you’re still taking requests - can i request a fic with em? where you and her are besties, yk the usu; but you’re absolutely in love with her, and you’re low key unsure she feels the same way (or if that she even likes women too) so you don’t tell her<3 until like, some angsty ass shit happens which makes you confess.

- 🐦

(i fell in love with my irl bsf, this req is basically self-indulgent lmao)

Oblivious

*Authors note ~ girlie your back filling my inbox with genius prompts once more. Another daily gift from me to you all and Emily’s first time appearing this month. Once again sorry it took me so long to get to these guys! I hope you’re enjoying the event this time! Feel free to let me know what you would wanna see*

Trigger warnings~ reader is a hopeless lesbian🫢best friends < lovers usual criminal minds shenanigans love confession

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Emily Prentiss. Need I say more? The woman was practically a goddess wearing a badge and gun holstered to her hip. All while being effortlessly breathtaking. Yet she’s more than looks. Your best friend, co worker and teammate. Yet something simmered in your heart for her, to be more than those. It started subtly, being invited on girls nights after joining the team, to sending each other book recommendations and bonding over common interests. You and Emily were close, there’s no denying that. Yet you couldn’t tell her you wanted to be more than friends. Hell you didn’t even know if she was gay. Sure there were certain vibes that made you think possibly, maybe but then you saw they the unsubs flirted with her at work and it was like a weight crushing you. Maybe she wasn’t gay. Maybe she was? Either way you were too afraid to ruin what you had already by asking the question.

This recent case was hitting too close to home for you. Women couples being lured by the individual and brutally murdered just for being gay and the recent victims happened to have some of your characteristics. It’s a scary feeling, to know people out there would harm you just because of what your heart wants. Reminding you of your teen age years spent terrifed of anyone at school finding out. The disgust that flickered in your own mother’s eyes the night she found out who you really are.

Emily quickly sensed your distress on the case and quickly became your anchor, guiding you through the darkness just as you did for her when cases got tough. But a few days in with little to no leads on the case was wearing on your nerves and everyone could tell. You just wanted to go to Emily’s place, sit on her sofa and drink wine with her as she fusses over Sergio. Home. Your happy place seemed so far away these days and although Emily was here you couldn’t help but yearn for more. Seeing her near enough all day every day just wasn’t enough when there is an invisible divide between you both.

In the rough moments you couldn’t help but crave her hand in yours, arms wrapped around each other as you sought comfort from her or even the gentle way she’d kiss away your falling tears. You knew Emily was an attentive lover because of her past, you would remain jealous of everyone who had the pleasure to feel her love yet couldn’t muster the courage to even find out if she would be with a woman. To see if you had a chance. Roll the dice and see what it lands on, you would be hers or she wouldn’t want you. And the latter terrifies you. “We need to send you in” rang through your mind. You. Into the unsubs den. Alone? Fuck. “It’s the only way we can lure him out to take him down. We will have a few of us right there in the room with you.”

“It’s okay. I’ll be in there waiting to take him out the moment he gets close enough.” Emily. Emily was going to be there? It was bad enough to put yourself into this situation but now Emily would run the risk of danger too. Obviously danger comes with the job, it’s what you both signed up for but if something was to end wrong? It couldn’t be her who ended up hurt. That’s what made you agree as well as knowing this creep wouldn’t harm anyone else after tonight they’d be safely locked up.

From there it’s all happened so fast, you dolled up wishing it was for just a date with Emily rather than to capture this criminal. The bass seeped into your bones as you entered the club, the dim flashing lights only adding to the atmosphere. The bar was where you first headed, immediately checking your environment where you noted Derek in one corner, JJ blending in with the crowds who were body to body blissfully unaware of what was occurring but no Emily. After a sip of Dutch courage you caught his attention instantly as you flirted with the bartender. She sorta looked like Emily, the dark hair and dark eyes were what drew you to her.

It all happened so fast, one minute you are at the bar next thing you know there’s a hand on the small of your back guiding you out the back entrance of the club. Screaming was no use especially when you felt the tip of a blade in your side, waiting for the time to enter. Wearing heels was a poor choice as he threw you to the filthy ground, spewing hate at you as a justification for his next action. It was all so quick as you instinctively went to protect yourself and escape only to be caught with his hand in your hair and thrown back with a grunt of pain. Pain was radiating from head to toe but your adrenaline was stronger for the time being. You could hear your teams footsteps getting louder as the closed in and clearly so could he.

The knife that was slammed into your abdomen was messy and uncomfortable. Due to the interruption his usual precise cuts were all gone. Instead leaving behind a jagged cut that had blood seeping all over your dress and staining the cold cobbles you lay on. “Stay where you are!” Arron commanded as Emily rushed to your side. “Hey, hey. It’s em. Y/n it’s your Emily can you look at me sweetheart?” Even bleeding to your death her voice is angelic causing you to obey her. Your eyes flickered to her dark ones holding unshed tears as her hands put pressure around the knife. Pulling it out seemed too risky but the way you sobbed at her actions caused guilt to course through her. “Shush sweetheart, I’m sorry I have to do this, just lay still for me okay? Where’s that fuckin medic?”

Your eyes flickered open to florescent lights as you groaned in pain, the heart monitor steadily beat beside you. “You need to tell her em-“ your groan startled the blonde causing her and Emily to shift their gaze to you. “Welcome back” JJ murmured to you causing you to smirk back at her, “can’t get rid of me that easily Jay” each word sounded strained and Emily felt her heart break with each sound. It’s truly unfair how many times each member of the team has been in a hospital bed while the others worried if they’d pull through so after a reassuring pat to Emily’s shoulder and an air kiss blown to you the blonde left to inform everyone you were now awake.

“Emily” you started only to be shut up as she moved to press her lips to yours. Nothing sweet or gentle about this, it’s raw and intimate. “I almost lost you” she mumbled against your lips before stealing another kiss, “and never would’ve been able to do that. I can’t wait anymore sweet girl life’s too short.”

“Am I dreaming? Or have they put me on the good shit?” You muttered dumbly, left finger tips touching your freshly kissed lips as Emily chuckled at your reaction. “No dream but you are on some pretty good meds right now sweetheart however, that was real. I want to be with you, more than friends, and nearly losing you made me realise I can’t wait forever to tell you. I understand if you don’t feel the same. We can forget it ever happened but I need you to know.”

“You. Want. Me?” Your confusion was evident. She wanted you like you wanted her? No way. You had to have died right? “ I want you y/n. And I think you want me? J has been saying you do but why would you want me? So I waited to see if you’d say anything and you never did. I figured friends were better than nothing…” you let a pained chuckle loose at her words. “Kiss me again” you whispered to the brunette as she moved away from you in fear she’d ruined something here.

Heaven. Her lips on yours. A little moan escaped you, could it be pain or desire? You weren’t sure you cared with her this close. “I want you too Emily prentiss. I should get stabbed more often if you keep kissing me like this.” It was then that the team decided to make their entrance. Emily leaning over the hospital bed, lips glued to yours as the team muttered a chorus of cheers and “about damn time.”

Word count~ 1450

[rainydayathogwarts]

Not drunk

just a short little 500 word blurb this week while I'm working on a longer Emily Prentiss fic for next week.

James carried you up to his dorm, smiling slightly at the way you giggled, admiring his face. "You're so big and strong Jamesie" You slurred, allowing him to place you on his bed, throwing his sheets over you. "Mhmm?" James inquired, turning around to leave when he heard you mutter "Stay. Please." He grinned, moving the covers so he could join you under them, your arms immediately wrapping around his torso.

"You're so fluffy and cuddly." You murmured into his t-shirt. "I think you've had a little bit too much to drink tonight." You gasped. "'M not drunk!" James chuckled, nodding along. James looked down at you when he felt your fingertips graze his bare abdomen from under his shirt, raising his eyebrows at you. "Can you give me a kiss?" You whisper at him shyly, as though it was taboo.

"One kiss and you'll go to bed, right?" You hummed, nodding at him, not realising how much you disliked that negotiation. James bent his neck down to press his lips to your awaiting ones, and you hummed, one of your hands moving up to play with his hair. You deepened the kiss, pressing your body into his, feeling your boyfriend's hand come down to rest on your lower back, pushing you deeper into him. James pulled away from the kiss ever so slightly, but your lips had already begun wandering to his jaw and down his neck. "What happened to our deal there sweetheart?" He asked, giving up and letting you push him back so you could straddle his hips.

"What deal?" You echoed. James coughed to hide a moan, moving uncomfortably under you to try and hide his growing boner. He put his hands on your hips, completely stilling your movements and looked you straight in the eyes. "One kiss and then you'll go to sleep." He stated. You pouted slightly, sitting back directly on his dick, oblivious to how James tightly shut his eyes for a few seconds, breathing out deeply. "But I can't sleep without you." "I'll tell you what, I'll stay right here with you, but you have you try and sleep." You nodded, immediately moving to lay down on his bed, feeling the mattress dip down as he followed your movements, wrapping his arms around you to spoon you.

James let out a shaky breath when you moved your hips so your ass was pressed up against his hard-on, biting his lips when you let out a groan. "Mhm, Jamesie? Can you take my bra off. it's uncomfy." His eyes widened, hands immediately going to undo the clasp of your bra, getting somehow even harder when you moaned in comfort. "Tha's better, thanks baby." And luckily for him, you were asleep in mere minutes. He sat there contemplating for a second before he got up, rushing to the bathroom to finish himself off, panting above the sink.

In the morning, there was a note next to the bed saying "I'm sleeping in your dorm, couldn't risk getting hard again. xx J"

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Do I make you nervous?

Originally published on my wattpad: slvt4em1lyprenti2s

Summary: Unit Chief em noticed that you get a little flustered around her and she picks up on your crush 

Word Count: 1.9k

Fluff, (kissing)

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

(ik it's chief em but Derek and Spencer are still gunna be in the BAU)

Emily's pov:

I walked to the round table as I just got notified about a case out in Montana and had called in the team. I was setting out everyone's tablets and got Garcia to send them the case information.

I heard some shuffling behind me and footsteps approaching the room. I turned around and saw y/n, she's a younger agent that joined the team around 2 years ago. She's an amazing profiler and has adapted to the team well, although she always seems to be a bit nervous around me. I'm not sure if it's because I'm her boss, or maybe she finds me intimidating? I'm not sure. 

"Hey!" she says in her usually cheery voice.

"Hi, you got here quick." I say surprised at her speed, I only called them in like, 10 minutes ago.

"Yeah, I was in the area, so I just came in." She was looking everywhere but my eyes and a rosey tint stained her face. I smirked to myself as she set down her coffee cup and took a seat. 

Reader pov:

Oh my god. Could she be anymore hot? Like I know she's my boss and quite a bit older than me but, hey, a girl can dream. She can obviously feel my stare and turns round to look at me, I instantly avert my gaze to the tablet in front of me and start flicking through the crime scene photos. 

"Y/n/n, can I ask you something?" She asks as she stalks closer to me. Heat rises up my neck and into my face once again. 

"Uh- uhm yeah ofc course." At that moment Garcia walks through the door completely oblivious (which is very strange, she notices everything) of all the tension she just walked in on. 

"Okay so, the case was sent to the tablets 15 minutes ago, the jet is ready and everyone should be here- oh y/n/n hi!" her voice lifting my mood instantly. Pen has that effect on everyone she meets and I love that about her. 

"Hi Pen!" I reply just as enthusiastically, happy to have the previous conversation interrupted.

Once Garcia had come in she was closely followed by: Spencer, Rossi, Tara, Derek and JJ. We all sit down, ready to be briefed about the case.

"Okay so we're going to the one and only Treasure state of Montana my crime fighting friends..." 

Time skip to when they're in Montana:

Emily pov:

Me and y/n are setting up in the local PD while everyone else is out at either, crime scenes, disposal sights or interviewing witnesses. I chose for her to stay with me because she's been acting weird around me ever since she joined the team but, it's been getting worse recently. I was going to ask her about it in the meeting room earlier but, we were interrupted by Garcia. 

"Can you pass me the photos from the scene?" She asks, looking at me with those gorgeous y/e/c eyes. She's your subordinate Emily Jesus- I mean she's been acting weird but that doesn't mean she likes you! I look around in the case box and pull out the photos, she had shifted her position so she was now not facing me. I walked over and brushed my hands over her lower back and handed them to her. Her head snapped round to face me as she took the photos. Her fingers danced over mine as she took them from my hand. I see her blushing as she smiles and look back to the board. This is going to be fun.

Reader pov:

HUH? Her hand brushed and lingered on my back and she touched my hand as she gave me the photos. God I don't know if I'm reading too far into this. I really hope I'm not. 

I begin pinning up the photos as Derek and Spencer walk in the room.

"You got something?" Emily asks them expectantly.

"Yeah, a plate from the vehicle the UnSub used to kidnap Sarah Johnston. 24Y-FTX." Spencer said as he picked up his phone, presumably to call Garcia.

"Already? So this is going to be over quite quick then, huh?" Derek looks over and nods as Garcia's voice rung out from Reid's phone. 

"The car is registered to a Gary Solomon, and Ive got a home address and he's unemployed so no work address! Sending it to you now!" Pen hung up as we checked our phones.

"Get JJ, Rossi and Tara to meet us there." Emily tells Morgan as we all walk to the SUV's. Derek and Spencer get into one, leaving the other to me and Emily. Great. 

We climb into the car and speed off in the direction of the house. I can feel Emily's eyes on me at points but I choose to ignore her and focus on saving the girl he took. 

We pull up to the house and get ready with the team to storm it, going in our original groups, me and em round the back, JJ, Rossi take the left, Tara and Spencer take the right, and Derek breaks down the door and goes in the front. We go in through the back, Emily in front of me and we begin our sweep through the house. Doors are swung open and signals are passed left and right. 

"Hey, stop a sec." Emily says holding up her hand. I hear a faint creaking of floorboards to our left. I raise my gun and point it down the dark hallway of the house. We being walking down it, slowly as to not give away our position. 

"Look out!" I hear Emily say before she grabs me by my hips and pulls me flush against her. I hear a bullet whistle past my ear. I lift my gun and shoot the guy a few times before he drops to the ground. 

A sigh of relief escapes my mouth as Morgan simultaneously radios in that they found the girl. It takes me a second to realise Emily is still gripping my hips and that if I were to move an inch closer our lips would touch. I clear my throat and break away from her warmth as I go to check the guy is gone. As I suspect, he's dead so we call in the ambulance crew to pick him up. 

"Good work here today guys, the jet isn't leaving till the morning as it's too late right now but, I think we could all do with a little sleep. Garcia booked a hotel just down the street so let's get going." A chorus of 'thank god's' and 'good, I didn't want to sleep in the jet' rippled through the night air as we made our way to the SUV's once again.

Time skip to when they're at the hotel:

Emily pov: 

I walk over to the front desk and ask for the reservations made under the name Prentiss, and the lady at the desk tells me there's been 4 rooms booked, two double and two single as they were sold out of everything else. Instantly JJ and Tara, and Spencer and Derek pair up and run to grab the keys for the double room and speed off before we can argue. I look at Rossi and can see he clearly doesn't want to share a room which I totally understand and hand him a key to his own room. 

"Looks like we're roommates for the night," I say to the y/h/c standing next to me. As soon as I said it she averted her eyes from raking up my body to the floor. She muttered something I couldn't quite make out but I chose to not push due to her demeanour, something about us sharing a room is making her nervous and I think I know exactly what. We step into the lift and I click the floor we're on, y/n was slightly in my way as I did it so I help her waist to get lean over her, I felt her tense and the relax under my touch. I stand beside her as we start our silent ascent to our floor.

Reader pov: 

I'm sharing a room, with one bed, with Emily Prentiss. If I wasn't so helplessly attracted to her I'd be okay, but, I'm helplessly attracted to her so... 

We walk to our room and she swipes the key card to let us in. There isn't even a sofa to sleep on. Great, so we're definitely sharing a bed. 

We move silently as we change and do our nighttime routines. Emily starts walking towards me as I brush my hair in the full length mirror.

"I never got to ask you that question you know," My breath catches in my throat at the proximity. I can feel her hot breath on my neck, and her hands ghost over my waist as she speaks. I stiffen at the touch and look away. "Do I make you nervous?" I dryly swallow as I look at her.

"What would you do if I said yes?" 

"You'll have to find out." 

I turn around and meet her eyes, her hands are now firmly planted on my waist, her grey hair falling perfectly over her shoulders and her pyjama tanktop capturing her figure perfectly. My arms find their way around her neck as I lean in a little bit closer, her nose brushes over mine as I do so.

"Yes, you do." I whisper, feeling my breath fan over her lips. 

As soon as I finish my sentence she closes the gap in a soft, slow kiss. It's warm and comforting, as our lips dance together as if we've done this a thousand times before. The cage of butterflies in my stomach doubles and she puts her right hand on my cheek and starts caressing my face as she deepens the kiss by running her tongue over my bottom lip and asking for entrance, which I gladly gave. Our tongues fight for dominance, and she quickly wins that battle. She explores my mouth, not leaving an inch untouched. I happily sigh into the kiss, who knew she felt the same way? Air begins to become a problem and we pull away. Her dark eyes, stare at me for a moment before pulling me back in to peck my lips once more.

"When we get back home, do you want to go on a date with me?" Emily seems nervous to ask the question, which I find weird for two reasons: one, is the em is never nervous and two, her tongue was just down my throat, what does she think? 

"I'd love to em." I smile ear to ear as I get pulled into her warm embrace.

"C'mon let's go to sleep, it's getting late." I agree with her as we slip under the covers, our bodies mould together as if we were two puzzle pieces sliding into place. She was behind me, spooning me and she had her arms wrapped tight around me. I had my head under hers and one my arms are tangled with hers as they wrap around me. She kisses the crown of my head as I drift of to sleep, my only thought being that this, us, it just feels right. 

She's my person.

A/N: lmao sleep deprived and had motivation sorry if it isn't great, DONT FORGET TO LEAVE REQUESTS!!!