#paget brewster fic

[gildedwillow]

the daddy files: daddy's busy, baby - emily prentiss - 18+

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you only wanted a little attention. but when daddy finally gives it to you, it’s more than you ever knew you needed.

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emily prentiss x bimbo!girlfriend

Emily sat at her sleek mahogany desk in the home office you both shared, though “shared” was a stretch, considering you rarely used it for anything other than sitting in her lap while she worked.

Rain tapped gently against the window, but the quiet hum of the room was thick with tension. Emily’s brow furrowed as she flipped through an old case file, the lamplight casting a soft glow over her stern features. She looked tired, focused, so serious. It made your thighs clench.

You padded into the room on bare feet, wearing nothing but a pair of baby-pink lace panties and one of her crisp white button-downs, oversized and unbuttoned. You didn’t bother with a bra. She liked it better that way.

“Daddy…” you cooed, voice syrupy sweet as you leaned against the doorway, dragging one finger down the edge of the doorframe. “You’ve been in here forever.”

“I’m working,” she said flatly, eyes never leaving the page. “Go relax, baby.”

You pouted, stepping closer. “But I wanna sit with you. I’ve been so good all day…”

Emily didn’t respond, but her eyes flicked up just for a second: just long enough to take in the way your nipples pressed against the thin fabric. Just long enough to catch the mischievous glint in your eyes.

Without waiting for permission, you slipped onto her lap, legs draped over one side, chest against hers, nuzzling your face into her neck. She let out a soft breath, and her hands instinctively landed on your bare thighs.

You shifted slightly, grinding your ass against her lap.

“You’re needy tonight,” she murmured.

“I miss you,” you whispered, voice feather-light against her ear. “And I’m so wet, Daddy… I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Emily’s jaw tensed. She closed the file.

“Oh?” Her voice dropped, low and dangerous. “Show me.”

Your eyes sparkled as you leaned back just enough to pull your panties to the side, revealing slick, swollen lips. You were glistening, a shiny little mess just for her. Your folds were puffy, flushed with heat, and soaked enough to leave a wet patch on her slacks.

“Jesus Christ,” she muttered, the low growl in her throat making your toes curl. One hand cupped your pussy, fingers gliding effortlessly through the slickness. She smirked. “You’re dripping. All this just because I’ve been ignoring you?”

You nodded, lip between your teeth. “I hate when you’re busy.”

“Mmm. Poor baby.”

She slid one finger inside—slow, deliberate, curling just right. You gasped, clinging to her shoulders as your thighs trembled around her wrist.

“Such a tight little cunt,” she whispered, eyes locked on yours. “And so fucking needy. You like this, huh? Being fingered like a dumb little doll in Daddy’s lap?”

“Y-Yes,” you whimpered, breath catching as she added a second finger, pumping them deep and slow, thumb circling your clit in lazy, teasing strokes. Your pussy fluttered around her, greedy for more.

Her voice was gravel against your throat. “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers. Make a mess. You wanted my attention and now you have all of it.”

You rocked your hips shamelessly, panting, moaning into her neck. The squelch of her fingers in your cunt filled the quiet room, obscene and wet and perfect. You were so close already, clenching hard around her with every thrust.

“Please, Daddy,” you gasped, “Please can I come—”

“Not yet,” she growled, curling her fingers so hard your back arched. “You’ll come when I say. Dumb little sluts don’t get to decide.”

You whimpered, nails digging into her shirt, your body twitching as she held you there—utterly ruined, dripping down her hand.

She licked the shell of your ear, voice wicked.

“You wanted attention, baby? I’m going to wreck you.”

Your thighs were shaking. The slow, steady rhythm of Emily’s fingers had you unraveling—wetness coating her knuckles, your panties bunched to the side and absolutely soaked.

“Daddy,” you whimpered again, voice barely a breath as your hips rolled desperately into her hand. “I—I can’t hold it…”

Her fingers didn’t stop. If anything, she fucked you harder. The wet slap of her palm against your pussy echoed in the quiet of the office, the obscene sound of your soaked cunt filling the space between you.

“Yes, you can,” she whispered against your ear, lips brushing your skin. “You will. You wanted this, baby. You crawled into my lap like a needy little cockdrunk slut, and now you’re going to take it.”

You moaned, high and whiny and shaking now. Your clit throbbed under the steady pressure of her thumb, and every curl of her fingers inside you hit that perfect, aching spot.

“Please,” you gasped. “Please let me come—Daddy, please—!”

She pulled you tighter against her, fingers buried deep, thumb circling faster now. Her voice dropped, low and hungry.

“Then come for me, baby. Be Daddy’s good girl. Let go.”

The words hit you like a strike to the core—hot, electric. Your eyes rolled back as the orgasm slammed into you, white-hot and shattering. You cried out, loud and broken, pussy spasming around her fingers as waves of pleasure tore through you.

Emily held you there, working you through it—fingers still thrusting, her grip tight on your hip to stop you from writhing away. You sobbed into her shoulder, breath coming in stuttering gasps, body limp and twitching from the intensity.

“Fuck, baby,” she murmured into your hair, breath hot against your temple. “You made such a mess.”

You blinked through the haze, looking down to see her soaked hand, your arousal smeared across her palm, glistening under the warm office light.

Your cheeks flushed. Your pussy throbbed, still clenching around nothing.

Emily kissed your temple, slow and sweet, like you hadn’t just completely lost control in her lap.

“Now,” she said, lips brushing your ear, “you’re gonna kneel under my desk like a good little girl while I finish this file. And if you’re still wet down there—”

Her hand slid between your thighs again, fingers teasing over your overstimulated clit, making you jolt.

“—I’ll just have to help you come again.”

Your legs were still trembling when Emily’s hand slid down your spine, a gentle but commanding pressure pushing you off her lap.

“On your knees, baby. Under the desk.”

You moved clumsily, brain all fogged and pussy still pulsing from your orgasm. You crawled down between her legs, the plush carpet soft beneath your knees. Emily leaned back in her chair, spreading her thighs slightly as you settled into place.

She was so calm—reaching lazily for her paperwork like she hadn’t just made you come so hard you saw stars.

You nuzzled your cheek against her thigh, lips brushing the inside of her slacks. “Daddy… I still feel needy.”

She arched an eyebrow, glancing down at you. “You’re insatiable,” she muttered, but her tone was amused. And when she reached for the zipper of her slacks, your heart fluttered.

She slid them down just enough, black lace panties already clinging to her soaked pussy, a dark patch spreading from how wet she was now.

“Take them off with your mouth,” she ordered, voice like velvet wrapped around steel.

You didn’t hesitate. You leaned in, teeth tugging her panties down slowly, your lips brushing against her slick skin, inhaling her scent—intoxicating. Your eyes fluttered shut as you dragged them down far enough to expose her glistening folds, her clit swollen and begging for attention.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered, breath ghosting against her. “You smell so good, Daddy…”

She grabbed a fistful of your hair. “Then get to work, baby.”

You dove in greedily, flattening your tongue and licking a slow, filthy stripe up her slit. She hissed above you, her thighs twitching around your head as you suckled gently on her clit. The taste of her—salty, musky, perfect—had you grinding your thighs together, desperate to rub your own needy cunt on anything.

You moaned into her pussy, the vibrations making her hips jerk slightly.

“You’re so fucking messy,” she growled. “Licking me like a hungry little bitch. Does sucking Daddy’s pussy make you wet again?”

You nodded into her, mouth too full of her to speak. You circled your tongue around her clit, then sucked hard, dragging a raw moan from her chest.

Her grip tightened in your hair. “Don’t stop.”

You didn’t. You couldn’t. You licked and sucked like it was your only purpose—tongue flicking her clit, then dipping down to fuck her tight hole, tasting the slick dripping out of her.

Emily’s moans grew sharper, breath ragged as she rocked her hips against your face. She used your mouth—fucked your face—and you let her. Eager, obedient, addicted to the way she tasted, the way her thighs clenched, the way she swore under her breath when you did just the right thing with your tongue.

“Right there,” she gasped, voice cracking. “Fuck, baby, don’t you dare stop—”

You sucked her clit hard and fast, feeling her thighs begin to tremble around your head. Her hips bucked forward, and with a strangled moan, she came—hard—grinding her pussy against your mouth, flooding your tongue with her slick.

You kept licking, soft and slow, helping her ride it out. When she finally eased her grip on your hair, you looked up at her with shining eyes, your chin soaked, lips swollen and wet.

She looked down at you—flushed, breathing heavy, utterly wrecked—and smirked.

“You look so pretty with my cum all over your face, baby.”

You smiled, dazed and proud. “Can I come again, Daddy?”

Her hand slipped under the desk, fingers dragging up your inner thigh.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet.”

Emily leaned back in her chair, chest rising and falling with every breath. She still hadn’t fixed her slacks—her pussy glistened in the low light, spread and satisfied from the orgasm you’d just given her.

You were still kneeling between her legs, face flushed, chin slick with her cum, eyes blown wide and needy.

“Up,” she said, voice sharp but smooth. “Onto the desk. Now.”

You scrambled to your feet and climbed onto the cool wooden surface, lying back and spreading your legs like the obedient, cum-drunk little thing you were.

Emily stood, finally, and walked slowly toward the drawer on the far wall—the drawer. The one you knew held the toys she only brought out when she really wanted to ruin you.

She pulled it open with deliberate grace.

You swallowed hard. Your thighs pressed together in anticipation.

She turned, holding what you knew meant trouble—her favorite slimline vibrator, a sleek black dildo with a curve that hit just right, and the polished silver nipple clamps with those delicate little chains between them.

You whimpered.

“Already whining?” she teased. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.”

“I want it,” you gasped. “Want all of it, Daddy—please…”

Emily’s eyes darkened. “Hands above your head.”

You obeyed instantly, letting her climb onto the desk with you, straddling your waist. She leaned down and took one of your nipples between her fingers, toying with it until it peaked. Then, with the softest click, she clipped on the first clamp.

You gasped. It was sharp, but so good—just enough to make your pussy clench.

The second followed.

Now the chain dangled between your breasts, tugging gently as you breathed. The ache traveled straight between your legs.

Emily kissed your throat, then your collarbone. “So fucking pretty,” she murmured. “All pink and desperate, nipples clamped, legs open. My perfect little toy.”

She slid the vibrator between your thighs, brushing the tip against your slick folds.

You moaned, arching your back, and the clamps pulled. The added sting made you cry out again—more, needier.

Emily turned it on low, the gentle hum teasing over your clit. “You’re dripping again,” she whispered. “You came already, and you still want more. Filthy little slut.”

She slid the dildo in slowly.

You gasped—your pussy stretched around it, still sensitive, fluttering from your earlier orgasm. But she pushed it in deep, the curve hitting that aching, hungry spot inside you.

Then the vibrator settled firmly against your clit.

“Keep your hands above your head,” she warned, pinching your nipple clamp just enough to make you whimper.

And then she turned the vibe up.

The sensation shot through your entire body—tight pressure on your clit, fullness inside, sharp little aches from your nipples, all of it overwhelming. Your hips bucked uncontrollably, thighs trembling.

“Oh fuck—Daddy—”

“That’s it, baby,” she purred, rubbing the vibe in tight circles against your clit. “Come for me again. Be my dumb little cumtoy. Let Daddy ruin you.”

Your body tensed, mouth falling open. The pressure built so fast it made you sob, eyes tearing up from how good it felt—too much, not enough, perfect.

You screamed her name as your orgasm hit, gushing around the toy, legs shaking violently. The clamps tugged with every arch of your back, intensifying the pleasure.

Your body jerked helplessly as Emily didn’t let up—not even a little. She held the vibrator against your clit, kept the dildo thrusting slow and deep, merciless in your overstimulation.

“Daddy—please—I can’t—”

“Oh, you can,” she growled, leaning down to kiss your trembling lips. “And you will. I want one more out of you. I want to feel you soaking the toy.”

You cried out, hips lifting again, unable to stop. You were drenched, slick dripping down to the desk, your voice broken and high and wrecked.

Another orgasm built, crashing into you even harder, making your legs kick and your hands clutch at the air, desperate to hold onto something—

You came again, screaming into the crook of her neck, body completely undone.

Emily finally pulled the toy away, slid the dildo out slowly, and unclipped the clamps one by one—massaging the sore peaks gently. The sting was sharp, but your pussy clenched at the release.

She lay beside you on the desk, brushing sweat-damp hair from your face.

“There you go, baby,” she whispered. “That’s my perfect little fucktoy.”

You couldn’t speak. Just moaned, tears on your cheeks, lips parted and dazed.

Emily smiled. Kissed your forehead.

“Come on. Let’s get you in the bath. You’ve earned it.”

[moyathermopolis]

soft spot 18+

gp! professor! emily prentiss x student! reader

pairing - emily prentiss x female reader warnings - smut, gp! emily, age gap, power imbalance, submissive r, daddy kink, dom/sub themes, breeding kink, cum eating, 18+ word count - 1.8k

"professor prentiss, can i um... talk to you for a minute?" you stood timidly at the door of her office while she sat grading midterm papers. it was late at night and you felt bad for interrupting her but you needed to do this now, while you still had the nerve.

"of course, come in. shut the door behind you, please."

you obliged her and sat down in an open chair sitting your bag down on the floor next to you. your fingers fidgeted around one another as you looked around the room, taking sudden interest in the warm decor. you had been in here many times before helping your professor grade papers and fulfilling other teaching assistant obligations. throughout the time you spent together you had developed a crush on the older woman, you were hopelessly enamored with her actually. she was playful, incredibly smart and empathetic to everyone, making you fall deeper for her.

she cleared her throat and put her pen down, "what did you want to talk about?"

"well... umm... i guess i just need a little advice."

"about your program?"

"n-no, something else... something... more personal." your eyes finally met her chocolate brown ones, worry was etched onto her features as she looked genuinely concerned for you. "it's nothing dangerous or life threatening, i promise."

"you're scaring me kid." she huffed, pushing her chair back and walking around her desk, she took a seat next to you. "what's going on?"

you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, you mustered the courage to come to her, now you just needed to spit it out. "their's this woman, she's just...amazing and i really like her, but i don't know how to make her see me, you know, in that way..."

"awww," she placed a firm hand on your knee, squeezing it, "how cute, you have a little crush. have you told this woman?"

"no, i'm too scared."

"what are you scared of honey?" you looked down at your exposed knee as your professor rubbed slow circles on it. butterflies settled in the pit of your stomach as you tried to find the words to convey what you were feeling but nothing came out. the older woman hooked a finger under your chin, lifting your head. "what's going on in that pretty little head of yours, hmm?"

"i guess i'm just afraid of rejection... i really like her and i want her to feel the same way about me."

"you'll never know if she does if you don't tell her, that's the first step."

"that's easier said then done," you studied her features, the way her eyebrows furrowed as she intently listened to your woes made you swoon, "i think she sees me as a little kid."

"well why do you say that?"

"because she calls me kid." you hinted, examining her body language to see if she had caught on yet, “i mean she's much older than me, but still."

"you still want her?"

"i do."

"well you have to tell her that, be honest, how else will she know?"

"i want you." you said firmly, eyes locked onto hers.

"yes, just like that! be firm and let her know how you feel about her, you have to be vulnerable kid. put yourself out there."

you sighed deeply, contemplating leaving and putting this behind you. what were you even thinking coming here and pulling this stunt with your esteemed professor? it made so much sense in your head, but now you just felt stupid. your eyes traveled down to her lipstick stained lips, you licked your own, imagining how she would taste on your tongue. during your one on one time in her office, you always fought to keep your dirty thoughts about your professor at bay. you always failed miserably, getting distracted by her cleavage or by the way her pink tongue ran across her bottom lip as she worked tirelessly.

fuck it.

you leaned in, capturing her soft lips with a gentle kiss. your eyes fluttered closed as you slipped your tongue inside her mouth, exploring it. you whimpered softly when you felt her kissing you back, her tongue playing with yours. she tasted so sweet, it was everything you ever hoped and imagined it to be.

you braced your hands on her shoulder and she pushed you back, abruptly standing up and smoothing out her suit, "we can't do this, you're my student!"

"i won't tell anyone if you don't." you stood as well, coming to a halt in front of her. you're blown pupils focused in on her, like a predator stalking its prey. you gripped her waist tightly, tugging on her pantsuit, "i want you so bad, please professor prentiss, please don't deny me."

she was flustered but didn't try to remove your hands or back away from you, "this is an ethical violation, i'm your professor, your mentor, this can’t happen… okay?"

you slowly dropped down to your knees, rubbing her thighs and never breaking eye contact with the silver-haired older woman. you trapped your bottom lip between your teeth, playing with the zipper on her pants. “am i not pretty enough for you?"

"no, no!! i think you're beautiful, it’s just that…this is wrong, i don't want to take advantage of you like this."

"i've been wanting you to take advantage of me since the first time you pulled me in here to grade papers." you took her hand in yours, kissing her knuckles softly, "you had on an olive suit, i remember thinking how much i wanted to take it off of you, feel your body against mine. i wanted to slide under your desk, bury my face between your legs. i wanted you to use me, i still want you to use me."

emily groaned, her resolve clearly weakening, "that was nine months ago, you've wanted this for that long?" she pulled you up by your arm, bending you over her wooden desk. "what a pathetic slut." she lifted your skirt and palmed your ass before landing two hits on either cheek. "if i didn't give it to you were you just going to run to another professor? dr. blake or maybe dr. lewis down the hall hmm?" she landed two more hits, smirking at the recoil and damage she was causing.

"i only want you professor prentiss, i promise." you whimpered softly looking back at the dominant woman. she pressed herself against you, grinding her hips into your backside. you raised an eyebrow, confused but turned on.

"you feel that don't you?" you nodded slowly, moaning at the hard bulge in her pants, it sat nicely between your ass cheeks. "that's what you do to me sweet girl, i work very hard to keep my control around you and here you go, throwing yourself at me like some desperate slut."

“i can’t help it, i-” you yelped as the dominant woman gripped the back of your neck, digging her nails in and pushing you further into the desk. she ripped your pink lace panties off your body and kicked your legs apart.

“mmm, you're so lucky i have a soft spot for you. if it was anyone else i would have reported them to the dean."

“is that soft spot going to make you fuck me or are you all talk?” you smirked and wiggled your ass around, knowing you were getting a rise out of her. you spread your legs further apart, flaunting your puffy pussy lips and getting more excited when you felt her spit on your pussy.

emily unzipped her pants, reaching in and curling her fingers around her girth. “i’m going to make you cry, little girl.” she slapped her dick against your ass, leaving globs of precum on it. a hand on your lower back steadied you, she ran the mushroom tip of her thick dick through your folds, making you whimper and beg for more. she slowly slipped inside of you, inch by inch, and you both groaned deeply, your tight slick walls sucking her in.

“fuuuuuuuuuck, m’feel so good.” you cried, squeezing your eyes shut tightly. you felt so full, she rocked her hips against you going deeper and deeper inside. you pushed your plump ass back against her, matching her movements.

“your pussy looks so good around my dick, fuck baby. you like how daddy fucks you, hmm?”

“yessssss daddy, you fuck me so good, pleaseee”

“my good little slut, taking me so well.” the loud smacks of your professor’s pelvis hitting your backside reverberated in her office. papers, potted plants, and other desk items fell to the floor, but she didn’t stop her ruthless movements.

you cried and whimpered, tears springing to your eyes, you reached back to push against her stomach, the delicious torture becoming overwhelming. “ah! fuck! p-pleaseeeee.”

“awww, what’s the matter? you can’t take that big dick baby?” she smacked your ass, laughing cruelly. her dick was so hard inside of you, massaging your slick spongy walls. you tightened around her, leaving your arousal all over her throbbing girth.

“it’s t-too much, daddy please.” you begged sweetly, clawing at her abs, but she ignored you, continuously pumping inside of you.

emily pulled your back flush against her front, “you slut! you should have never come in here.” she slipped two fingers deep inside of your mouth hitting the back of your throat, “suck.” she demanded and you immediately complied, whimpering and moaning with your mouth stuffed. her fingers found your clit, rubbing slow rough circles on it. your knees buckled and almost gave out under you so she wrapped her hand around your neck to hold you up, you braced yourself on the wooden desk, taking her full length. emily buried her face in your neck, holding you close, “mmm sweet girl, fuck m’so close.”

“i want it. give it to me, please mmm, deep inside.”

“you filthy little cum slut, beg me! beg me for my cum.”

“pleaseeeee daddy!!! fuck! cum inside of me, i need it so bad, ahhhh, mmm!”

“fuck i’m going to fill that pretty pussy up.” she snapped her hips one final time, burying herself to the hilt inside of you as she released her thick seed. her swollen dick jerked and throbbed against your walls, her groans hot and heavy in your ear. she held you close as your chests heaved up and down in unison, emily smirked and trailed gentle kisses along your neck and jaw, comforting you. she pulled out of you slowly, dropping to her knees and watching her thick cum spill out of your swollen pussy. she caressed the back of your thighs before spanking them, “do you want to cum all over daddy’s face, sweet girl?”

“yes please, i want you to taste me.”

emily spread your ass cheeks apart and shoved her face in your pussy. she ran her tongue through your folds, spreading her cum around. she sucked your clit into her mouth, making you jerk forward and fist the remaining papers on her desk. “fuuuuuck daddy, you’re so sexy.” it was so fucking hot knowing she was eating her own cum, her taut tongue poking inside of you, rubbing your sensitive walls. you pushed your ass back onto her tongue, moaning loud and recklessly.

she spanked you again, warning you, “do you want to get caught, slut? shut up.”

[spicyschemmenti]

VIRTUAL OBSESSION ➫ emily prentiss

pairing: emily prentiss x fwb!fem!reader

synopsis: you and emily don’t do labels. no titles, no expectations, just casual, intense, no-strings-attached encounters that leave you both craving more. late one night, after a long day, she facetimes you from a hotel room across the country wanting to watch you unravel through the screen

warnings: masturbation over video call, overstimulation, dom!sub!dynamics, swearing, explicit language

word count: 1.5k

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You and Emily have never bothered with labels. No titles. No emotional talks over wine. No “what are we” conversations. You’re not girlfriends, not lovers, not anything serious. You just fuck. That’s the agreement, casual, clean, easy. At least, that’s what you both tell yourselves every time one of you ends up straddling the other in a half-lit apartment at 2AM, dripping and desperate and calling it nothing.

It’s not surprising when she FaceTimes you at almost midnight, fresh out of the shower in some beige hotel room across the country. She looks unfairly hot, even through the shitty camera quality - dark hair damp and curling around her cheekbones, white dress shirt still clinging to her from the steam, buttons left undone just enough to tease. She’s lounging back against crisp hotel pillows like she owns the place, eyes on you already, voice low and knowing when she says, “You’re not wearing anything under that tank, are you?"

You smile, biting your bottom lip as you settle in and open your laptop on the bed. “Wasn’t planning on keeping it on long anyway.” And you can see it in her eyes; how fast the heat kicks in, that flicker of hunger she doesn’t bother hiding. You’re both miles apart, but it doesn’t matter. She still has that grip on you, even from a screen.

“Take it off. I want to see those tits.” Her voice is all command, no question. You peel the tank off and toss it to the floor, heart already racing. Your nipples are already hard, flushed pink, begging for attention and she fucking knows it. You can see the way her pupils dilate when your tits bounce slightly as you shift, how her breathing slows just a little.

You spread your legs, sliding down the bed, angling the laptop so she can see exactly what she’s working with. No underwear. You’re soaked. Actually soaked. Your pussy’s swollen, slick glistening between your folds, your thighs already damp with it. You haven’t even touched yourself yet, but your body’s begging, clit throbbing, cunt fluttering with want.

You reach down and part your folds just to tease her with the view, and the way Emily exhales sharply on the other end makes your stomach clench.

“Jesus,” she murmurs. “That wet for me already? What a good little slut.” Her words hit you low and hot, make your thighs twitch. You start slow by rubbing two fingers over your clit, barely touching, just enough to make yourself gasp.

It’s too much already. You’re too sensitive, too turned on. You reach up with your other hand and cup your breast, rolling your nipple between your fingers, then tugging it hard enough to sting. You moan instantly, the sensation shooting right to your cunt.

“That’s it,” Emily breathes, and she shifts slightly on her end, spreading her legs wider but she still hasn’t touched herself. Not yet. She’s just watching you come undone.

“Keep playing with those tits. Pinch harder. I want to hear you gasp for me.” You obey without thinking. Thumb and forefinger twisting your nipple until your hips jerk, rubbing your clit faster now, slick sounds getting louder, wetter. You can feel yourself dripping, your folds sticky and messy, your whole body tense with need.

You’re whimpering her name under your breath, tugging at your nipple so hard your back arches. Every drag of your fingers on your clit makes your thighs tremble.

It’s messy, overwhelming, filthy. You don’t care. You want her to see you like this—ruined, desperate, soaking your sheets while she watches, completely under her control even from a thousand miles away.

“Don’t cum yet,” she snaps, her voice sharper now. “Not until you beg for it.” You groan, grinding into your hand, so fucking close it hurts. “Please,” you pant, voice wrecked, “Emily, please let me cum, I need it so bad—I’ll do anything, fuck—please—”

Her eyes darken, lips curling into a smirk as she finally, finally slides her hand down, but only to tease herself through the fabric of her panties. “That’s better. Look at you. Dripping for me, whining like a needy little whore. Say it. Tell me whose pussy that is.”

“Yours,” you moan, pushing your fingers faster over your clit, thighs clenching. “It’s yours, Emily—fuck, it’s all yours—”

“Good fucking girl. Cum. Now.”

Your whole body breaks. You fall apart with a loud, desperate cry, pussy clenching around nothing as you come hard—slick gushing out of you, soaking your fingers, dripping down between your thighs and onto the sheets.

Your hand doesn’t stop, even when it gets too much, even when your clit is screaming and you’re gasping for breath. Your other hand is still twisted in your tits, nipples sore and overstimulated, and you can’t stop moaning her name over and over again.

Emily watches the whole thing, eyes locked on your body, biting her bottom lip, her voice low and rough when she finally says, “You make such a fucking mess when I’m not there. Next time, I’m going to tie you up and edge you until you’re begging just like that but with my mouth on your clit, and your nipples clamped so tight you cry.”

You blink at the screen, dazed, cum-soaked and wrecked, still twitching from aftershocks.

And all you can do is grin, eyes heavy.

The aftershocks are still rolling through your body when Emily’s voice cuts through the haze.

“Don’t even think about closing those legs.”

Your breath stutters. Your thighs are trembling, clit still pulsing from the intensity of your orgasm, but you obey because you always do.

Emily shifts on the hotel bed, tilting the phone just enough to give you a better view of her. Her shirt has slipped further off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin and the teasing hint of a black lace bra. She still hasn’t fully touched herself yet. She’s just watching you - ruined, sensitive, soaked and her dark eyes hold nothing but hunger.

“You’re not done yet.” Her voice is slow, deliberate, laced with amusement. “Grab your wand.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Emily—”

“I said,” she interrupts, tone dropping, “grab it.”

Fuck.

Your whole body protests as you reach for the vibrator on your nightstand. Your fingers shake when you flick it on, the low hum already making your oversensitive clit twitch in anticipation. Emily leans in slightly, gaze locked onto yours through the screen, lips just barely curling.

“Put it on your clit.”

You whimper, hips jerking before you even make contact, nerves still raw and tingling. “It’s—fuck, I’m so sensitive—”

“That’s the point, sweetheart.” Her voice is all silk and steel, threading deep into your bones. “You can take it. Be a good girl for me.”

You swallow hard, sucking in a breath before pressing the wand against your swollen, overstimulated clit. The second it touches you, your body jolts like you’ve been electrocuted. A loud, broken moan rips from your throat, hips bucking against the intensity.

“Holy—fuck—”

Emily’s smirk deepens. “Oh, look at you. Already shaking.” She tilts her head, dark eyes eating you up. “Turn it up.”

Your stomach clenches. “Emily, I—”

“Now.”

You bite your lip so hard it nearly bruises, but you obey, clicking the vibrator up a setting. The new intensity slams into you like a freight train, your whole body seizing up. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your breath hitching as pleasure and overstimulation crash together, making your thighs tremble.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck—Emily, I c-can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” she purrs. “You’re going to come for me again. Harder this time.”

You sob out a moan, the pressure building too fast, too sharp. You’re writhing, legs twitching, body trying to escape the sensation while your hips chase it at the same time.

Emily watches you with dark, heated satisfaction. “Look at you. Such a messy, desperate little thing. Your clit’s so puffy—so sensitive, I bet you can barely breathe.”

She’s right. You can’t.

“Please,” you whimper, voice barely coherent, “Emily, please—”

“Aw, baby,” she coos mockingly. “Are you gonna cry?”

Your stomach flips.

She chuckles lowly, finally slipping her hand into her own panties, and you nearly lose it at the sight. “Cum for me,” she commands, voice sharp, hungry. “Cum hard. I want to see you fall apart.”

That’s all it takes.

You shatter.

Your whole body tenses, toes curling, back arching off the bed as your orgasm rips through you, hotter, stronger, almost painful. You’re wailing her name, legs shaking violently, clit throbbing under the relentless vibration. Your slick gushes out in waves, soaking your thighs, your sheets, your hand, everything.

The pleasure is unbearable. Overpowering. A brutal, delicious kind of torture.

Emily groans softly at the sight, her fingers working slow, lazy circles between her own legs. “That’s my girl,” she praises, her voice lower now, breathier. “So fucking pretty when you break for me.”

You can’t think. Can’t move. Can’t do anything but gasp for air and twitch as aftershocks pulse through you, leaving you completely wrecked.

Emily smirks, dragging her fingers out of her panties and sucking them into her mouth, making a show of it.

You groan weakly. “You’re evil.”

She grins. “And you love it.”

You can’t even argue.

[idontevenknowwhatt]

Surprise

Summary: Y/n has been keeping a secret from Emily and hasn’t had the opportunity to tell her wife. The secret is revealed not in the way you had hoped but sometimes the unexpected can be perfect.

Warnings: Talks about miscarriages, fertility struggles and pregnancy in general. Small allusion to smut but no actual smut.

A/N: Hello again, it’s been a bit since I’ve posted anything but this is my first Emily Prentiss x reader. This is set when Emily is Unit Chief and won’t follow any specific episode. I hope you all enjoy it :))

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You loved your wife. More than anything else in the world. But since becoming the BAU’s Unit Chief a couple months ago she was a lot busier. Whether it was paperwork or meetings, she had a lot on her plate.

You weren’t mad or upset, if anything you were incredibly proud. But you still missed your wife, even though you worked with her everyday.

You had both adjusted pretty quickly to her new workload and always made sure to spend time with one another as much as possible. But this week had been particularly bad. She would mostly be out of the house before you even woke up or leaving as you started to get ready. Then she’d be in her office hours after the team went home.

You knew it was just going to be one of those weeks and you just had be there to support you wife if she needed anything.

You’d been feeling sick all week and at first you had put it down to something you’d ate. But as the week went on, so did the nausea and the body aches.

If it had been a normal week Emily would have noticed immediately. But with how busy she was, she really only saw you when you were in bed or in passing at work.

You hadn’t thought much else about the sickness you had been feeling until yesterday morning. Emily had just left the house when you got up. As you walked towards the kitchen the smell of coffee had set you off and caused you to sprint into the bathroom and empty the contents of your stomach.

That’s when it hit you. You had wrapped a case the week before in Idaho and hadn’t even noticed that your period was late. And not just a little, by almost 2 months. It all started to make sense.

You and Emily have been married for four years and decided that you were both ready to expand your family. You’d both picked out a sperm donor that had similar looks to Emily and had been trying for a baby for months now.

You were lucky to have a positive test come back fairly fast and Emily was ecstatic. The idea of you growing her child inside you made her so happy.

So when you had a doctors appointment to confirm everything, you were both heartbroken to find out that it was a false positive.

That night you had sobbed in Emily’s arms while she too cried and held you tightly to her chest, whispering reassuring words into your ear. You knew that it was only the first try and that it was unlikely to happen anyway. But it still hurt, you were so close.

Since then you had tried multiple times but the test kept coming back negative. It was soul destroying to both of you. You had blamed yourself and thought that there was something wrong with your body. Emily made sure to reassure you that it wasn’t but it was still hard.

So you tried not to get too excited while waiting for the pregnancy tests that sat on the counter. The happiness that flooded your body when all three came up positive was overwhelming and the tears started running.

But there’s was still something in the back of your mind that told you that it wasn’t real and it was just more false positives.

Luckily you didn’t start until 10am and had plenty of time to book a last minute blood test. The joy you felt when it confirmed what you and Emily had been hoping for was one of the greatest feelings.

Now you just had to figure out the best way to tell your wife. As it was now Friday and finally the end of the week, you thought that it was the perfect night to tell her. And frankly you didn’t know how much longer you could keep it in.

You had sneaked out and bought a cute little onesie and planned on leaving it on your bed with the positive pregnancy tests. It was a simple idea but that’s all you wanted.

You were barely able to focus on your work all day and swore the day couldn’t have gone any slower. As the team slowly started filtering out and wishing you a good weekend you started to get anxious.

Emily was still in her office doing paperwork and was so focused she didn’t even realise the team had left.

Making your way up to her office you knocked and slipped in without waiting for an answer. Emily’s head shot up ready to reprimand someone for entering her office without permission. But the moment her eyes me yours her entire face softened.

“Hey baby” she said as you made your way around her desk to stand in front of her. “Everything okay?”

“Yea, I just miss my wife” you smiled leaning down to peck her lips.

Emily smiled into the kiss and you could feel tension start to leave her body at the small contact.

“Well I miss you more” she pulled you down to straddle her lap. Her arms snake around your waist pulling you closer and her hands start to rub soothing circles on your lower back. Instinctively your arms found there way around her neck and your fingers gently play with the hair at the back of her neck.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been home much this week"

“It’s okay” you reassure her. “I get it, you’ve got a job to do and not every week is like this week. It will get better. Plus I know you’ll make it up to me later”

She sees the smirk on your face and her hands move to squeeze your hips.

“Oh I promise I will, you can count on it” she smirks back with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I’m pretty much done here if you’re ready to head home? Maybe I can start making it up to you when we get there?”

“That sounds amazing” you smile tightly getting a rush of nerves at the thought of the onesie laying on your bed at home.

“Hey, you okay baby?” Emily of course notices your body language change immediately. Concern laces her face and her brows furrow. “Did something happen?”

“No of course not” your too quick to reassure her. “Well, sort of but nothing for you to worry about”

You really should have just left the last part off but you’re practically bursting wanting to tell her.

“What do you mean? Did someone say something to you? Because you know i'm unit chief now, if anyone-”

“Babe, no one said anything”

“Well something happened, I’m not gonna stop worrying until you tell me what it is” her hand moves to caress your cheek and you can’t help but lean into her touch. God she was your weakness. “Talk to me baby”

“Em…”

“Is this about my workload, cause I meant what I said. I’m sorry about this week, I just-”

“Emily, it’s not about this week. I told you I get it”

“Well then what is it? I can tell somethings off”

“Em it’s about us”

“The two of us?” Her face is full of confusion which quickly turns to concern for your relationship.

“The three of us” you place her hand on top of your stomach and cover it with your own. “I’m pregnant baby”

“You’re pregnant?” You swear you can feel her heart stop for a brief moment.

“I’m pregnant” you confirm tears forming in your eyes.

For a moment you’re unsure of her reaction, she just sits there stunned. It definitely wasn’t the news she was expecting.

Before you can think much more about it here lips are on yours as she gives you a loving and passionate kiss. She pulls your body impossibly closer as tears start to stream down both your faces.

She pulls back to look at you, her hand and yours still resting against your stomach.

“I love you so much” she kisses you again.

“I love you too”

“When did you find out? Please tell me you haven’t been holding out on me for too long because of work”

“I only found out yesterday morning, I was feeling sick all week but I didn’t think much of it” her eyes never leave yours as you talk. “I didn’t even realise I was late until yesterday too. So I took a bunch of tests and they all came back positive”

“And they’re not-”

“No” you interrupt her before any more doubt can flood her mind. “I got a last minute blood test yesterday too. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you first but I didn’t want to get your hopes up if it was another false positive”

“Oh honey, you could have told me anyway” her face softens. “We’re in this together, remember?”

“I know, I just wanted it to be perfect when I told you” you gesture with your hand “this is not the way I planned on telling you. There’s a onesie sitting on our bed at home”

“This was perfect” she reassures you leaning in to place a kiss on your lips.

“I’m almost seven weeks” you see her smile grow. “You know I’m surprised you haven’t noticed yet, my boobs are already getting bigger.”

Her eyes flick down to your breasts and her lips twitch into a smirk.

“You know considering how much you love to touch them” you giggle.

“Well they are magnificent” she defends reaching to give them a gentle squeeze making you moan lightly. “God I love you, thank you for carrying our child and making us moms”

“I’d do it twenty times if it made you happy” you smile. “Okay maybe not twenty but you know what I mean”

“I know baby” she laughs. “You wanna head home now? Show me that onesie you bought?”

“That sounds perfect” you hop off her lap and intertwine your hand with hers as she stands. “You know I’m a little sore, I could do with a bubble bath with my wife. Seeing as Unit Chief Prentiss needs to make it up to me”

“I think that can be arranged” she smirks leaning in to captures your lips.

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[stayevildarling]

Emily Prentiss x Reader- You're the greatest thing I lost

A/N: I'm back after a little break. I have been binge watching criminal minds for weeks and am currently on Season 7. The last few episodes gave me this specific idea. I'm sure people must have done this before given the size of the fandom. 🤍

prompt: You watch Emily die on a mission, unable to cope with the aftermath of her passing until your supervisor Hotch gathers you all for an important meeting and your world spins around completely once more

tw/tags: female reader, mentions of death, mention of blood, mention of gunshots, mention of depression, mention of alcohol consumption, mention of smoking, mention of self destructive behaviour, mention of insomnia, mention of troubled eating, heavy angst, happy ending though as always

word count: 3.8k

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,,No'' Penelope's begging startles you, followed by JJ's ,,She never made it off the table''.

With tears streaming down your cheeks and panic deeply settled into your chest, you find yourself sitting upright in your bed, the little sleep you had managed to get lately, interrupted by another one of the nightmares. It had been the same for months, the lack of sleep, the exhaustion creeping deep into your bones, the headaches and the fight to stay awake during the day. Yet each night, you would lay awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling her beside you when in reality it was simply Sergio, trying to find some warmth beside you.

It had been hell, the mission, everything happening so fast as you and Morgan made it there, finding Emily on the floor, barely hanging on. The next thing you know, you had all been waiting in the hospital for hours, pacing back and forth before JJ shared the news. You couldn't breathe, collapsing into some bright bathroom, as the sheer panic gripped you. And it seems to have never quite left you, your chest always tight, your hands always shaking and your heart hurting every minute of every day.

The woman with dark brown hair and those brown eyes you could get lost in was gone. You had worked beside her and the BAU for several years, Morgan your partner at first until the three of you became the perfect trio. You worked well together, alongside Reid and Rossi and Hotch of course. There had always been a silent understanding between you and Emily, the deep trust that took a while to build, until the two of you knew you had each other's backs. But there was something else beside the trust, which you shared with other members of the team. There was something in each other's eyes that captivated you both. During a boring meeting, your eyes would find each other, silently communicating and remembering what gossip you would share over coffee afterwards.

An uncomfortable case or interrogation when either you knew Emily needed a break or this was getting to you a little much. A bumpy plane ride which Emily knew made you nervous and a gentle and subtle hand resting somewhere near you. In return, you knew exactly what got to her, certain cases, the paperwork in the middle of the night and so you kept her company, eventually growing close and seeing each other outside of work. It wasn't anything major, the occasional drinks after work, the occassional coffee before work but it had been obvious as neither of you minded it being simply the two of you rather than the whole team. Neither of you ever dared to express the underlying feelings and truths hidden beneath the smiles and the gentle strokes of each other's thumbs.

Emily had a feeling once, brushing it off as she wanted to focus on her work, and assuming that you couldn't be interested in her, when an unpleasant unsub on a case came a little too close to her and you sent him flying to the nearest wall. She had been impressed at first, but after giving it some time, she couldn't forget the expression on your face, more than it being your job, more than wanting to protect your partner. She had sensed love, in it's purest and truest forms but she brushed it off, despite her having the same feelings towards you, too busy with the cases piling up to ever adress what she had witnessed and what had been on her mind.

It had been the funeral that hit you the hardest, placing flowers on her coffin, standing beside Penelope as she held your hand, sobbing by your side while you remained with an empty expression on your face. You never cried in front of them, brushed Hotch's assessment aside as you couldn't talk about it but they had noticed. The long nights at your desk, the extensive research you had been doing on Doyle, helping Morgan find him and chasing nothing but revenge and making him pay for what he had caused. They noticed the bags under your eyes, the shaking of your hands and voice. And Reid has his suspicions about the contents of your coffee cup. Penelope worried as she never saw you eat anymore, at least around them and seeing how thin you had become. Yet throughout it all, you remained the best at what you are doing, profiling. You broke through even the toughest of cases with your team, often giving them important intel and chasing the unsubs down. And so neither of them could really do or say anything, simply watching you suffer in silence.

Your life had become dark, despite never really having Emily the way your heart had hoped, she was gone. No more smiles to share, no more silly gossip, no more running into missions with her, no one to comfort you on the plane, no one to get coffee or drinks with. And so your days had looked the same, working in the office until the late hours, long after the team had already left home. Stumbling home before forcing some small food down your throat in order not to pass out. Staring at the ceiling for hours, thinking of the woman suddenly gone from your life, getting little sleep before getting interrupted by the same nightmare. Like a robot, you got yourself in the shower and dressed, looking responsible for your day before grabbing a togo coffee and putting a little something in there in order to get you through the day.

At least three times a week you would stop by her grave, at first ever only managing to stay for a couple of minutes until it turned into hours. Sitting in front of her tombstone, no matter the pouring rain or blaring sun coming down on you as you would talk to her, cry over her, beg her to come back. The stages of grief hit you hard and each one was harder to overcome. The last couple of days had been different with you and Morgan finally chasing down the man responsible. When Morgan brought him into the BAU, you watched as anger bubbled over you, your fists clenching as you felt the urge to reach for your gun and cause him the same pain that he had inflicted upon you all. You weren't needed for the interview and you couldn't stomach it, so you remained by your desk. Yet the days leading up to this had you so exhausted, you felt on the verge of falling apart, your body barely keeping it together and the only thing getting you going the amount of caffeine in your body.

It's not until JJ finds you, asking you to join the others in the meeting room, that some adrenaline kicks back in, hoping on some updates with the case. You stand beside the table with the others, watching as they chat along. Seconds pass until your supervisor walks inside, having been gone for some months, his appearance different as he isn't wearing a suit and his facial hair grew in the past few months.

,,Welcome back'' one of them greets him, unable to quite make out who it is as everything arounds you feels a bit muffled due to your state of exhaustion.

,,Thanks. Everybody have a seat'' he encourages and his eyes fall upon you, and you reluctantly take a seat, worried you may fall asleep depending on the reason of this meeting.

,,Why? What's going on? Everything alright?'' the team almost asks in unison.

,,7 months ago I made a decision that affected this team. As you all know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle.'' he begins.

Your eyes force closed, really not able to stomach another one of these meetings or even hearing her name.

,,But the doctors were able to stabilize her. And she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under a covert exfiltration. Her identity was strictly need-to-know. And she stayed there until she was well enough to travel. She was reassigned to Paris where she was given several identities, none of which we had access to for her security.'' he explains, your whole world spins at his words, this feeling like another one of your nightmares.

,,She's alive?'' Penelope asks, tears already streaming down her cheeks.

,,But we buried her'' Spencer stutters, unable to believe a word your boss is telling you.

,,As I said, I take full responsibility for the decision. If anyone has any issues, they should be directed toward me'' he carries on and as you glance at Morgan, you can tell he is about to lose his temper.

,,Any issues? Yeah, I got issues'' he argues, staring at you in disbelief. You can't react, sitting there frozen, hoping you would wake up from this nightmare sometime soon, not able to stomach this change in your dreams and the option of her being alive. Your nails dig into your skin involuntarily, hoping this can wake you up.

,,Oh, my God'' they whisper and turn around in unison.

,,I am so sorry. I really am. Not a day went by that I didn't want to... Really, I-- you didn't deserve that. And I'm so sorry. There's so much I want to tell you guys, and I will. I promise. But right now I really need to know what's going on with Declan'' her voice cuts through the air, instantly bringing tears to your eyes, not being able to hide them this time.

You couldn't bear to look at her, the realisation slowly creeping in that this was far from a dream. Your eyes dart between JJ and Hotch, having figured by her positioning next to your boss that she had something to do with this, at least knowledge before you all did. Penelope is the first one up, taking the brunette into her arms.

Without another word you reach for your jacket, standing up before walking out of the room, ignoring their concerned faces and ignoring the woman's presence altogether, not being able to handle this. Somehow through the panic and tears and shock, you manage to make your way to the rooftop, your secret hideaway lately as no one ever really came there, fumbling the inside of your jacket pocket until you reach the packet of cigarettes and the lighter, quickly putting one between your lips before lighting it. For a moment it all seems to stop, the only noises the background noise of the usual busy city, your thoughts, emotions all stopping for a moment before they come crashing right back, forcing you to your knees and sliding down the wall, sitting in silence as the cigarette continues blowing smoke into the air around you.

,,Morgan follow her'' Hotch orders, knowing they needed you on this case. ,,I don't think we should'' Penelope tries, knowing how hard the last few months have been for you. ,,With your permission, I'll do it'' Emily offers but he shakes his head, ordering them to finish this interview first, knowing how time was running out and they needed answers fast. ,,Give her whatever time she needs, let's finish this case first'' he orders, thinking it through and they all nod, before getting back to work, Emily's mind unable to think of anything other than you or your wellbeing.

They had been so busy with the case and catching the man responsible for this that by the time they return, neither of them due to the adrenaline had noticed that you never ended up joining them again. Hotch is the first one in his office and on the desk, he finds your gun, credentials and your resignation. He sighs, having expected his decision to cause consequences, knowing the emotional torture this had been for you. Emily lingers by his door, wanting to check in whether he had heard anything when she connects the dots. „No“ she whispers, already having a bad feeling from your prior behavior. Hotch looks at her, the guilt written across his face before he takes a deep breath. „I will give her a few days before I make this official, she can change her mind until then and we never speak of this again“ he says, knowing this was the only thing he could really do to help. „Thank you“ Emily sighs in relief, hoping sincerely she could find you and fix this by then.

The team waits by the cubicle desks, hoping for some information but as Emily returns and tells them, they simply look down, understanding your decision. The brunette is quick to gather her stuff, telling them not to worry and that she will figure this out. Before she can reach Penelope‘s office, hoping she could maybe share some insight on your whereabouts, Derek stops her. „Emily.. you gotta understand what Y/N went through“ he sighs before she gives him a questoning look. „Haven‘t you all went through the same?“ she questions before he shakes his head. „Not like her, she‘s been a wreck, I haven‘t seen her smile since, you know she has been sitting at your grave almost everyday?“ he asks snd this statement sends tears to her eyes, the usual strong and put together woman losing herself in the pain of his truth.

She simply nods, gesturing that she will figure this out. By the time she leaves the BAU for the night, Penelope having checked your phone and figuring you must simply be at home, sharing some insight on her suspicions snd how worried she had been about you, Emily‘s heart is both filled with anxiety and pain. She hated having to do this to her team but especially to you, not a day went past where she didn‘t think of you, hoping she could reach out and tell you it‘s all just a cruel joke. By the time she makes it to your apartment, the sky is pouring buckets on her, the occasional strike of lighting illuminating the dark sky and the sound of thunder crumbling in the background.

With caution she makes it to your apartment door, knocking gently before the knocks grow more desperate. You stumble towards the door, opening it without your usual care before laying eyes upon the woman responsible for your grief. „Y/N thank god“ she sighs in relief, her eyes scanning every single one of your features. And she could see it now, the pain behind your eyes, how thin you had become. „I“ she begins, unable to finish as you interrupt her. „I‘m sure your here to get Sergio, let me just grab him and his stuff“ you announce. By her puzzled reaction you should have known that she had no knowledge of you taking him for her yet, this definitely not the reason for her standing by your door in the middle of the night.

,,Y/N wait'' she pleads, grabbing your wrist so you can't leave her standing there. You turn around, avoiding her eyes as you wait for what she is about to say. ,,Can I please come in?'' she almost begs and by the desperation in her voice, you can't say no, never really being able to deny Emily of anything. You nod, allowing her to enter before you walk towards your living room. She stands there hesitantly, glancing at the empty bottles on the table, the empty medication wrappers laying around and the packet of cigarettes. She remains silent, unsure what to say and how to ever make you forgive her.

,,Drink?'' you ask as you gesture towards one of the bottles but she shakes her head, gesturing towards the sofa and you nod, making sure to take the opposite sofa across from her, unable to be anywhere near her as your feelings are all over the place. The thunder grumbles loudly in the distance, the lighting illuminating your apartment further before she begins speaking. ,,Y/N I'm so sorry'' she apologies, her voice sincere as she struggles to keep her emotions at bay. ,,I never meant to leave any of you but I had to'' she confesses. ,,Not a day went past when I didn't think of you'' she admits, for the first time addressing you directly rather than the team. You manage to meet her eyes at her statement, seeing the raw emotion in them, the honesty and the truth.

,,I care about you Y/N and I'm so sorry for hurting you and what you have been through'' she apologises again, her eyes glistening with tears as she takes in your state again. ,,Why didn't you tell me?'' you ask, speaking for the first time since having her back. ,,Why JJ?'' you blurt out, understanding why Hotch knew but unable to understand why she would have trusted the blonde over you after everything you had been through together. ,,She.. you know her position, she was the one able to get me the fake identities and make this whole thing possible'' Emily tries reasoning, sensing the frustration in your voice. ,,You know I have had your back for years Emily, I would have taken that secret to the grave, I could have helped you'' you blurt out, angrily reaching one of the cigarettes before lighting one in frustration.

There is a long moment of silence, the storm outside matching your emotions on the inside before Emily sighs. ,,Started again hm?'' she whispers, gesturing towards the cigarettes, knowing it had always been one of your vices in the past. ,,You have no idea what the last few months have been like'' you sigh. She stares at you before sighing again ,,I do'' she acknowledges. ,,I know you have sat at my grave everyday, I know you carried my coffin, I know you have been struggling but please let me help you'' she begs, glancing at the countless empty bottles and packets again. ,,Why do you care?'' you blurt out, the anger now very visible in your features.

,,Because I care about you.. more than you know'' she admits, letting her guard down in front of you. Her words take a while to register and before you can say anything, Sergio suddenly makes an appearance, jumping on the brunettes lap, greeting her with kisses and you can't help but smile at the picture of the two of them reuniting. He eventually settles beside her, curling up in a little ball as she focuses her attention back to you. ,,Please let me back in, I know I messed up but I will spent the rest of my days making it up to you'' she pleads and something in her statement finally causes you to break, the walls suddenly crumbling right in front of you as you fall apart on the sofa right in front of her.

The tears begin pouring, matching the rain outside before sobs wreck through your body. Emily's lips part in shock, her eyebrows knitting together seeing you like this. Without another thought, she lunges forward, kneeling down in front of you before taking you into her arms. You stifle at first, those arms having felt so familiar before and at the same time praying every day to be in her arms again for the past few months, before relaxing. Emily was back, Emily was safe and home and all you can feel in this moment is the grief of it all but her safe arms grounding you. Her own tears run down her cheeks but she still makes sure that her thumbs catch every single one of yours. ,,I'm so sorry honey'' she whispers as you continue falling apart in her arms, the weight and grief finally lifted off your heavy chest a little.

By the time your tears are dry, the sobs having subsided by now, you catch a glimpse of her eyes as she continues kneeling in front of you, her hands stroking gentle circles on your knees, a weak smile on her face, yet the worry remains. Suddenly you feel this urge to tell her, tell her all of the feelings you had been keeping in for so long, scared she would slip through your fingers again. And Emily can tell, the way your eyes dart between her own, the slight trembling of your hands and the face of realisation. ,,Emily I..'' you mumble, your emotions taking over you as you would have never told her in any clear state like this, especially after a night like this.

,,Y/N I know'' she whispers, a small smile on her features despite the pain of your truth written in her eyes. You search her eyes for any sign of disgust, of shame but all you can find is sadness between her brown orbs. You close your eyes and sigh, worried you had made a mistake, worried you had ruined whatever you may have left with her before her lips come crashing onto your own, the usual composed and careful woman not able to hold this back for a single moment longer. She had these feelings for so long and if Paris proofed anything to her, it was that she couldn't do life without you by her side. She had missed you every day, your smile, your silly jokes and needing you close to her. Tonight was all the confirmation she needed.

Your eyes force open, shocked by her actions before you relax, your lips moving in synch as your heart beats out of your chest. When the two of you pull away, a tear streams down both of your cheeks, as well as a small smile in the corner of your mouth. ,,I didn't know you..'' you whisper but she shakes her head gesturing you to shush. ,,I have known for a while, I have missed you so much darling and I don't want to do this without you, ever.'' she confesses. The night passes on, the storm eventually settling outside and in your chests as you lay in Emily's arms, the events from today having shocked you, not having expected any of this but her confession making your anger subside and hopeful for what was to come next.

,,You still wanna quit the BAU?'' she whispers with a smirk and you shake your head as you nuzzle closer into her chest. ,,Tomorrow morning, we'll go to Hotch together, alright trouble?'' she smirks, causing you to giggle into her as you nod. The brunette can feel you relaxing in her arms, assuming this must be the first night in months you would be able to get some actual sleep. She holds you throughout the night, not wanting to be anywhere else as she watches over you protectively, her arms involuntarily wrapping tighter around you. And she wasn't going to leave you ever again, not being able to stand being away from you.

[the-thing-withfeathers]

home away from home

requested

a/n: my first emily fic y’alllll 😫😫😫 i love her so bad i just had to write for her she is sooo foine. tysm anon for giving me the chance 🤸

pairing: unit chief!emily prentiss x f!reader

warnings: mention of gore, murder, blood, sensitive imagery & topics. smut!!, cursing, getting caught

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“wheels up in 30.”

as much as you loved your job, you hated being away for extended periods of time. you hated airplanes and you hated the long travel, it stressed you out. your home— your house, specifically, was your safe place. you hated leaving it for too long.

your family was also back home. with the job came a lot of paranoia that something would happen to your family. you’d seen it happen with your co-workers, you were sure you weren’t an exception.

you grabbed your go-bag from under your desk, sighing and slinging it over your shoulder. you didn’t look pleased at all.

you were about to walk towards the doors when you were stopped by emily. you had been seeing the woman for a while now, you didn’t have an established relationship as you both were incredibly busy and valued separating personal life and work life. but you would be lying if you said you didn’t care for her.

“hey, what’s wrong?” she asked, her brows furrowed as she placed a hand on your shoulder.

“nothing, i just hate being away from home so much.” you rubbed your forehead with your pointer finger and thumb.

“i know… but we all go on break soon. it’s just a little bit more.” she frowned. “i’m sorry, i know you get worried about your family.”

“it’s okay, it comes with the job. it’s what i signed myself up for.”

she pulled you closer, you almost folded into her warmth but you realised you had others around you.

“it doesn’t make it any better.”

“you’re right… it doesn’t.”

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you sat next to emily on the plane. you usually kept yourselves distant as you usually sat with spencer and derek, goofing about like you all usually did.

today was different, you needed to be around her. she gave you a comfort that nobody else was capable of. you tried not to let your feelings take you so harshly but in this case, it was all feelings.

spencer eventually set up a game of chess, gesturing to you across the plane. you nodded and stood up, needing to take your mind off things. emily watched you as you made your way to spencer.

you were no match for him during the game. you were only really at your learning stage, but he was impressed with you nonetheless. you always did your best with the resources provided, and that was what he valued the most.

“you’re not a good opponent. we’re at completely different skill sets.” you rolled your eyes in defeat.

“well if you never play against someone with a higher knowledge of these things, you’ll never improve.” he said, leaning back in his chair.

“i suppose you make a fair point.” you huffed.

you got the announcement to prepare for landing and made your way back over to emily. she was on her phone, looking through the digitized version of the case file.

you sat down next to her and buckled up your seatbelt. you looked around the room, when you saw that everyone was focused on something else, you reached for emily’s hand. she intertwined your fingers and you squeezed her hand as the plane landed.

you hated planes.

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the team made their way to the precinct, you were assigned with dave and derek to investigate the crime scene.

you felt yourself hesitate, holding back like you would be sick to your stomach upon seeing the crime scene.

“an entire family dead. they were all facing each other, tied up to chairs.” penelope said, flicking through the picture. you felt your head spin, cases that involved families made you feel the ultimate amount of discomfort.

you shook the thoughts in your head away, walking into the household behind dave. the bodies were moved but the chairs were still there. you walked around the scene, seeing the symbols and words written in the family’s blood.

you felt absolutely sick, like you might throw up. you let dave & derek take the lead on examining the scene, only chiming in every now and then.

you stayed to the side as they took pictures. david walked over to you.

“what’s on your mind, kid?” he asked you. you always allowed yourself to be honest with david.

“it’s just horrible… two of them were so young.” you whispered. “it’s disgusting that someone could just do this to them.”

“it is… is it hitting close to home?” he was too good at reading you.

“a little bit. i just worry about my family.” you shrugged.

“that’s fair enough. you’ve been working a lot of hours too, i’m sure you miss them.” david nodded. “you’ll have to see them when you’re back.”

“that’s the plan.”

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you all met back at the hotel for the night. you gathered in dave’s room to share information before retreating to your rooms.

you and emily were paired together. this was a normal occurrence nowadays, you knew emily was riggging the rooms so you two would be together. the thought made you smile— the first one you’ve cracked all day.

she slid the card into the door that allowed you to enter your bedroom.

the entire team had rooms with two beds, including the two of you, but you usually ended up sharing the bed anyways.

you chucked your bag onto one of the beds, plopping down onto the other one. you groaned softly and didn’t even take your clothes off and just tucked right in.

“you tired?” emily asked, tilting her head and joining you on the bed.

“not really, just mentally drained.” you clarified, opening the blanket to let her in.

“i’m sorry. anything i can do to help?” she asked, slipping in beside you and immediately wrapping her arms around your waist. her hand slipped underneath your shirt, drawing lazy circles on your back.

“you could… keep doing that.” you said, another smile forming on your lips.

“oh really?” she chuckled. “does someone need some extra affection after today?”

“mmhm.” you nodded, placing your head on her chest but looking up at her. you gave her your famous puppy dog eyes. “i’ll take anything you give me.”

the woman rolled her eyes at you, “okay, now you’re just pushing it.”

“maybe i wanna push it.”

“hmm… you’re testing me now.” she turned to look down at you.

you stared at her for a second. you had a mischievous grin on your face and connected your lips for a kiss. you lifted yourself up a bit and moved so that your body rested on top of hers. you had your hands on her cheeks while hers were on the back of your thighs.

you sat up, your legs at her sides. you started unbuttoning your shirt, pushing it off your shoulders. emily sat up to unclasp your bra, kissing your chest. you ran your hand through her gray hair, you loved the color.

you let out a few fluttering sighs while she left open-mouthed kisses on you, she was definitely going to leave a few marks.

“em…” you shifted a bit, starting to feel yourself drench the fabric of your panties.

“mmhm?” she asked, muffled.

“i need you.” you sighed out.

she flipped you both over, causing you to yelp softly as your back hit the bed. in one swift motion, she was on top of you.

you placed your hands on her shoulders, wriggling under her and pulling her in for another kiss.

she pushed her own blazer off. you loved how she looked in her business attire. you could dress as casually as you wanted— with exceptions of formal meetings, but with emily being the unit chief, she was always in something that screamed authority. you found it incredibly attractive.

her hand slipped under the waistband of your pants. she found your wet core and smiled at you, you knew she was about to make fun of you.

“i haven’t even done anything.” she mocked you, grinning.

“shut it, will you?”

“you talk to your chief like that?”

“no, i talk to emily like that.” you huffed, rolling your eyes at her.

“well— i’m not so sure emily likes that either.” she made a tsking noise with her tongue clicking. she applied some pressure against your cunt with her fingers. you hissed at the sudden contact. you started throbbing against her, and she felt it.

“well maybe if emily fucked me, she wouldn’t have to deal with the back talk.” you said, pulling away and crossing your arms.

“as you wish then.” she said, pushing your panties aside and slipping a finger into you. you gasped, your hands going straight to the back of her neck.

you let out soft moans as her finger moved in and out of you. none of your clothes were even off but you just needed her too much. her hand moved against the fabric of your pants, being pushed back into you by the resistance. you started to build up a sweat as you both were still clothed and under the blanket.

“keep going, em.” you whimpered out, your bottom lip between your teeth.

“oh fuck, yeah… yeah, keep going!” you cried out.

click.

“hey guys, i have the key to your room—“ spencer said, walking into your room without warning.

“oh fuck!” you said softly, pushing emily off you and trying to pull the blanket over your bottom half. you grabbed your phone and tried to play it off like you were showing emily a video on your phone.

she fell into position, looking over at spencer with a glare.

“you could have knocked?!” emily said, a mild rage in her voice.

“well i didn’t have anything to worry about. it’s not like you two are hooking up.” oblivious boy.

“we could be!” you protested, teasing emily at that point.

“you? and emily? sure…” he said, rolling his eyes and tossing the key card on the table.

“which one didn’t you guys use?” he asked, pointing between the two others.

“the one on the left.” you said. he picked it up and made his way out.

you both let out a breath that you didn’t realise you were holding.

“christ…” you mumbled, pushing the blanket off and forcing your pants off.

“now where were we?”

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a/n: part of me lowkey wants to make a part two where they get discovered or sumnnnn

[mydearzero]

𝐑𝐄𝐃 | 𝐄𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

MASTERLIST

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: What once was an innocent crush on a coworker quickly turned into a full blown infatuation with your boss. She could reprimand you all she wanted, but did she have to wear red while doing so?

Contents: NO Y/N, fem!Reader, BAU!reader, unit chief!Emily, SMUT, coworkers, very slight dom/sub undertones, office sex, oral sex, grinding, fingering, power imbalance (boss), canon compliant violence, If I missed any warnings please tell me!

2.8K words

it's here folks, enjoy. let's just ignore that everything about emily screams woman lover to build tension okay. this was the quickest 2.8K I've written in a long time so uh yeah do with that info what you will (I'm horny for Emily) - nik

You hadn't had the opportunity to work with Emily Prentiss before she left the team to work for Interpol. You'd only just missed each other, you joining mere weeks after she'd left. 

Her reputation preceded her. The team was overly fond of her, even after having faked her own death. You'd seen a picture here or there, but nothing could live up to the Emily Prentiss who met you in New York for the Copycat Killer case. 

She'd been in a relationship with some guy Mark, so you'd really tried to look the other way. But when Hotch went on temporary leave during the whole Scratch situation, she volunteered to rejoin. The day she stepped foot in the bullpen, you knew you were in trouble. 

You could ignore the heat rushing to your face and your hands getting clammy. You could ignore the knowing glances JJ gave you. You could even ignore the digs Luke sent your way once he'd figured out something was going on. What you couldn't ignore, however, was the story Emily was telling while having had one too many drinks. 

"-and my girlfriend at the time freaked out. I tried to tell her it was a fake, but she was already halfway to crying in my arms." 

The words repeated over and over again in your head. 

Girlfriend. 

Her. 

She. 

You could handle an unattainable crush. Hell. Who hadn't had a crush on a straight girl at least once in their life? But knowing Emily played for both teams changed things. It made your irrational feelings rational. You completely lost the ability to look her in the eyes after that. 

You tried to not let your feelings get in the way of your job. The work the BAU did was too important to let that happen. 

It didn't last long. 

An adrenaline rush got the better of you while attempting to talk down an UnSub. But what were you supposed to do? He'd held a gun to Emily's head. One wrong move and it would've been over. You couldn't take that chance. 

Your ears were ringing as tunnel vision took over. The grimy scenery of the warehouse faded into the background. The dripping of the leaking pipes was deafened by your heartbeat. The UnSub's words were drowned out by Emily's haggard breathing. She was scared. 

You did what you had to. You took the shot. The man had dropped to the floor, but not before firing a storm of bullets in your direction, only missing by a few inches. 

While you'd been lucky nobody had been hurt, the same couldn't be said about the team's reactions to your actions. The flight back to Quantico had been short but tense. You wouldn't be hearing the end of this for quite some time to come. 

Though you knew the team would be on edge around you for some time, you hadn't expected what would happen on the very next case. 

"You're off the case." Emily's words were blunt. 

"What? Why?" You questioned. You'd expected to have to take a psych evaluation. Maybe even redo your gun qualifications. But to be put on the bench? Especially on a local case? 

"We've profiled this UnSub as highly unpredictable. I can't have you take uncalculated risks in the field. I appreciate all the work you've done so far, but this is where I need you to step back." Emily looked apologetic. 

"The last case was different! I can stay back here with Penelope. Just let me help, Emily, please," you pleaded. Damn your inability to be mad at her. You couldn't, not when she wore that damn red top that complimented her complexion (and boobs) so well. 

"I'm sorry. We'll talk when we get back." 

Penelope wouldn't let you into her office, so you resorted to catching up on paperwork at your desk. You could've left and taken this as a sign to get some free time. Yet you stayed right there, waiting. 

When Penelope finally left her office with her stuff, ready to go home, you knew the case was over. She asked you to late dinner, but you declined, waiting for the rest of the team to arrive. She waved a short goodbye before stepping into the elevator, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more. 

It wasn't long before the elevator moved again, doors opening to reveal Emily Prentiss. Just Emily Prentiss. You frowned as she walked into the bullpen, nodding at her office, signalling you to follow her. 

"Where's the rest?" You wondered, walking through the door and taking a seat across from the desk. Emily shut the door and turned to close the shutters. 

"I sent them home. We'll debrief in the morning," was all she said. 

She gestured to the chair across from hers. You sat, unsure of what to expect next. 

"I think we need to talk about what happened in New York," Emily left it an open statement. She obviously expected you to do the talking. 

"I'm aware my actions didn't look thought through. And maybe they weren't. But I was worried about what he would do to you," you were honest about what had gone down. 

"Worried or not, there are protocols we need to follow. You put everybody in that room in danger by making that choice. How is that any better than having me potentially get shot?" 

You really tried to focus. It was a serious and consequential discussion. But it was at that moment you realized you'd never actually been alone with Emily. You rubbed your hands on your thighs, trying to rid them of their clammyness and the tension that built in your body. 

"I don't know," was your final reply. A weak one, at that. Emily searched your face for answers. She noted the sheen covering your skin and dilated pupils. You felt scrutinized under her gaze. She squinted, slowly leaning back and crossing her arms. 

You hadn't meant to look, but the action brought the red top back to your attention. Your eyes dropped to Emily's cleavage, if only for a second. Your mouth went dry as they quickly snapped back up to meet her now amused ones. A coy smile crept onto her face. Emily took a deep breath before speaking again. This time, you knew better, only looking in your peripheral at how her chest raised and fell. 

"You know, earlier, you mentioned the last case was different. How come?" Emily inquired. She'd caught that, huh? You felt trapped as you figured she'd deduced the real reason for your careless actions.  

You didn't speak as Emily rose from her chair, taking slow strides around the desk. She placed a hand on your shoulder, standing behind you and leaning over the other. Goosebumps raised on your arms as you felt her warm breath against your collar. 

"I think I know," she whispered in your ear. You unconsciously craned your neck, allowing her more access. Your heart beat rapidly. The hand on your shoulder slowly trailed down your arm, rubbing up and down. 

"Would you have taken the shot if it had been JJ? Or Spencer? Or maybe you would've taken it if it were Garcia. You're such great friends, after all," Emily's tone was taunting. The rising temperature of the room was quickly becoming unbearable. 

Her free hand reached for your chin, turning your head to face her. She cupped your cheek gently, admiring the sight of your desperation. She'd barely even touched you. Barely implied anything. 

"Is this what your strange behaviour lately has been about?" Emily asked. You bit your lip, not saying a word. She clicked her tongue, getting annoyed at your lack of response.  

"Is this not what you want?" She walked around the chair, standing in front of you. You couldn't give in. You wouldn't be able to stop. Not if she gave you a taste. Your hands remained firmly planted by your side as Emily did the unthinkable. She put her hands on your shoulders and draped her legs over yours, straddling you. Your eyes closed at the sensation of having her so close. 

The weight of her ass on your thighs was delectable. Her hands trailed down your arms, stopping when they rested on yours. She leaned forward, and you had to suppress a groan at the feeling of her chest pushing against yours. She took your hands and brought them around herself, planting them firmly on her bottom. Your entire body was on fire. 

"Look at me," Emily's voice was sultry. You opened your eyes tentatively, immediately dropping them to her lips, which were now dangerously close to yours. She didn't hesitate, kissing you roughly. Her hands came up to cup your face. You finally gave in, properly holding her on your lap as she fervidly kissed you. 

You moved your mouth away from hers, kissing down her jaw and sucking harshly at the skin of her neck. A timid moan came from her lips. You'd never heard a more beautiful sound. Her fingers started unbuttoning your blouse as you continued your attack, creating blemishes that contrasted with her pale skin. Once she got the blouse off, Emily's hands fondled your breasts roughly. 

"Shit, Em..." You sighed. You leaned back against the chair, admiring Emily in all her glory. 

"You look so fucking good in red, you don't even know," you groaned, tugging at the bottom of her shirt. 

"I do know," Emily raised her arms, allowing you to pull the shirt over her head. "That's why I wear it." 

"You drive me crazy, Prentiss," you finally admitted. 

"I think I know the feeling," Emily moaned, taking your hand and crudely stuffing it down her pants. Luckily the waistband was elastic, allowing you to feel the dampness of her underwear as you manoeuvred your wrist to cup her pussy. 

"Fuck... You don't know how many times I've imagined feeling your pussy," you confessed. "I've dreamt of the things I'd do to you." 

Emily groaned as you pushed her panties to the side, feeling the wetness against your fingers. The positioning of your hand might've been awkward, but you didn't care. Emily opted to go for another kiss as you started rubbing her clit. 

The soft noises she made while her tongue was in your mouth were otherworldly. Her hips ground against your hand, desperate for more friction. 

Emily hooked her fingers into the cups of your bra, not bothering to unclasp it, simply tugging them down to free your tits. She left a trail of open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest before taking a nipple between her teeth. 

"Fuck- Emily," you whine. She brought her hand up to your other breast, pinching and biting your nipples in tandem. You retaliated by finally circling your fingers over her entrance, pushing two inside. 

"Oh! Ah- Fuck," Emily exclaimed, throwing her head back. You curled your fingers in the way you did to yourself while thinking of her late at night. Emily reached behind her, placing her hands on the edge of the desk, creating more space for you to do what you had to. 

Emily was becoming less coherent with every pump of your fingers. Your thumb hit her clit harshly with every thrust inside her pussy. Just seeing her come undone like this, on your lap, by your hand, was enough for you to drench your own underwear.

You brought your unoccupied hand to her naked waist, admiring her figure. You couldn't believe you got to see her like this after all this time you spent pining. Her eyes were closed as her chest heaved with heavy breaths. 

"Fuck, don't stop," Emily moaned. Her jaw was slack. Her knuckles turned white as her grip on the desk tightened. You felt her walls constrict around your fingers. You curled them in a come hither motion as you circled her clit with your thumb. 

Emily's arms shook as her moans turned into high-pitched whines, signalling she was getting close. 

"Shit! Oh my god," She exclaimed, followed by a loud moan of your name. It was like music to your ears. 

She rode out her high as she gushed around your fingers. Your free hand drew soothing patterns on her hip, working her through her climax. 

You carefully withdrew your hand from her panties, bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking them clean. Emily let herself fall back forward, no longer having the strength to hold up her upper body with her arms. 

She took your fingers from your mouth, wrapping her lips around them and sucking seductively. She released them and pushed herself off your lap, tugging you up from your seat. She switched your positions, pushing you against the desk before getting on her knees. 

Emily reached for the button on your pants, undoing it and tugging it down. She tapped your ankle, signalling you to step out of them and spread your legs. It was a bit awkward with your shoes still on, but you made it work. Her fingers left a trail of goosebumps in their wind as she traced them up your leg to your inner thigh. 

She followed the path she'd just drawn with her mouth, hooking her teeth in the waistband of your underwear, laughing as she tugged them down. You smiled at her antics. 

Her mouth returned between your legs, licking a hesitant stripe between your folds. The kitten licks to your clit drove you crazy. 

"Fuck, please, Em," you begged, bringing your hands to her hair. You couldn't feel more lewd, tits out in your boss's office, said boss between your legs eating you out. The scandal of it all only turned you on even more. 

"Can't believe you put your whole job on the line-," Emily scoffed between licks. "-just because you wanted some pussy." 

"Not just some pussy," you moaned as she sucked on your clit. "Yours." 

"Such a horny little thing for your unit chief," Emily mumbled. The vibrations of her words added to your pleasure. 

Your grip on her dark locks tightened as she fucked your entrance with her tongue expertly. You had to put all your weight against the desk to stop your knees from buckling.

"F-fuck, Em. Oh my god," you groaned as she added her fingers to the mix. 

You dared to look down, only to be met with the finest sight the world had to offer. Emily gazed up at you through her lashes, dark eyes blown wide and amused. You could see her free hand was between her legs, stroking herself at the same rhythm she had with her mouth on your cunt. 

God, did you wish you had Reid's memory right about now. 

You didn't know how much longer you could last. Having had the pleasure of feeling her around your fingers, witnessing her expression as she came. It was enough to have you teetering on the edge. 

"Ah, fuck. I'm close," you whimpered. Emily moaned loudly, her pace increasing. Your hips bucked against her mouth, chasing the pleasure. Her hands came up to your sides, holding you in place. 

You had to withhold from forcefully pushing her head closer, desperate for more pressure, more friction, more more more. 

You balled your fists, throwing your head back. The knot in your abdomen tightened, threatening to snap any second. 

"Oh- shit, please." 

"Come for me." It was like she'd pressed a magic button, your climax immediately upon you as she spoke the words. 

"Emily!" You came with a loud cry, grinding your hips against her mouth. It was mindblowing. You'd never come that hard. Emily helped you ride out your high, careful to not overstimulate you. 

She rose from her position on the floor, hands never leaving your body as she got back on eye level. You searched her face for regret as both of you stood there, taking in the situation and catching your breath. 

She leaned in, placing a tender kiss on your lips. You smiled, kissing her back passionately. She helped you redress your upper body, all while never breaking the kiss. 

You separated to pick up your respective discarded pieces of clothing. The atmosphere was light. There was no unresolved tension as you had expected. A mutual understanding had been created. 

Emily grabbed her stuff and walked with you down to the bullpen. "Dinner tomorrow, my place," she ordered.

"Yes, ma'am," you agreed, putting your things in your bag. 

"For now, go get your go bag out of your car," she instructed, locking the door to her office. 

"Why?" You asked as you walked with her to the elevator. 

"Because you can return the favour and have an early appetizer in my bed tonight." 

[hoe4hotchner]

What He Left Behind | [E.P]

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x gn!reader CW: abandoment issues, daddy issues, big emotions, smoking, r is a little rude to em, angst but with comfort in the end. WC: 2.4k

This is still very Hotch centric, it wouldn't be me if it wasn't ;)

           The air in the BAU headquarters was thick with tension, the recent ordeal with Mr. Scratch still casting a large cloud over the team. Every desk seemed untouched, paperwork scattered but stagnant, as if the entire office had been holding its breath since the case closed. The familiar hum of conversation was reduced to murmurs, eyes glancing over at one another, silently acknowledging the looming unease.

           Rossi had summoned everyone into the conference room with a somber expression that spoke volumes to all of you. You knew something was about to happen. Everyone did. After everything you’d all endured, there was an unspoken dread in the air, the kind of weight that settled deep in your bones. You weren’t sure you had the energy for whatever news was coming, but there was no avoiding it.

           You sank into your usual seat at the table, the exhaustion wrapping around you like a heavy blanket. Spencer slid into the seat next to you, his fingers twitching restlessly, tapping an uneven rhythm on the smooth surface. Derek leaned back, his arms crossed, jaw set in anticipation, while JJ sat directly across from you, her brows drawn together in quiet worry. And then there was Emily, standing at the head of the table, her posture rigid, though her eyes flickered with something you couldn’t quite place - concern, maybe, or apprehension.

           The sound of Rossi entering the room broke the stillness. He moved deliberately, placing a thick, worn file onto the table with a thud that echoed like the ticking of a clock. His eyes traveled around the room, pausing briefly on each of you as if preparing for the blow he was about to deliver.

           "Hotch isn’t coming back," Rossi began, his voice was low but unwavering, each word landing like a hammer. "He’s decided to stay out of the field for good. His priority is Jack now, he wants to keep his family safe."

           The impact of his words hit you square in the chest, knocking the wind out of you. The room shifted almost imperceptibly, the tension coiling tighter in your stomach. You stopped paying attention to the words coming from Rossi's mouth, only noticing the movement of his mouth. You had known this was coming - felt it in your gut for weeks now - but hearing it spoken aloud made it real in a way that cut deeper than you were ready for. Hotch had been the anchor of the team, the steady hand guiding everyone through the storm. And now… now he was gone. A gap that couldn’t be filled.

           "As a result," Rossi continued, turning his gaze toward Emily, "Prentiss will be taking over as Unit Chief, effective immediately."

           There was no surprise in Emily’s eyes - she had clearly anticipated this moment, if not known about it longer than the rest of the team - but you could see the weight of the responsibility settling over her like a mantle. She nodded slightly, stepping forward. "Thank you, Rossi. I know this is a huge change for all of us, but I’ll do everything in my power to lead this team as great as Hotch did."

           Her voice was steady, the right kind of confidence to reassure the team, but the finality of it all made your heart sink. The person you had always relied on, the father figure who had been there through your darkest moments, wasn’t coming back. And that realization… it stung more than you’d expected.

           You felt your chest tighten, the weight of the news pressing down harder. The walls of the room seemed to inch closer, and the air felt suffocating. You needed to escape, even if just for a moment.

           Emily’s eyes found yours from across the room, her gaze softening as she noticed the change in your expression. She opened her mouth as if to say something, a question, or maybe a word of comfort, but you couldn’t bear to hear it.

           "I - I’m sorry," you muttered under your breath, standing abruptly. "I just… need a minute."

           Before anyone could respond, you were already out of your seat, your legs carrying you toward the door in a rush. You could feel Emily’s eyes on your back as you hurried out, the sound of the door clicking shut behind you leaving the room in a stunned silence.

           The cold, biting wind greeted you as you pushed open the door to the roof of the FBI Academy building. It wasn’t the first place you would usually go to clear your head, but tonight it felt like the only place to escape. The sounds of the world below - the bustle of cars, distant conversations, the faint hum of life - seemed far away, drowned out by the heavy silence in your chest. You reached into your pocket and pulled out a nearly forgotten pack of cigarettes, the cellophane crinkling under your fingers. You weren’t a smoker - never had been - but the weight of the job sometimes craved for you to search for something dopamine inducing. The weight of this day, of Hotch's absence, had pushed you to search for some sort of release.

           With shaky hands, you flicked the lighter, the flame catching after a few attempts. The soft click of the lighter closing was swallowed by the wind as you brought the cigarette to your lips. The bitterness of the smoke filled your lungs, foreign and sharp, but the burn was grounding. You exhaled slowly, watching the thin line of smoke drift into the dark sky, curling and twisting as if it could carry your pain away.

           But the ache in your chest remained, deepening with every thought of him. Hotch wasn’t coming back. No matter how many times you'd heard the echo of Rossi's voice replaying in your head, the words echoed like a cruel reminder of what you had lost. He was safe and alive, but that knowledge didn’t stop the hollow feeling gnawing at you. He had been more than a boss to you - he was the father you'd never had, guiding you through the chaos of the job, offering stability when everything else was falling apart. You trusted him, relied on him, and now he had chosen not to return.

           The cigarette trembled between your fingers as memories of him flooded your mind. The quiet, reassuring conversations, his steady presence in the bullpen, the way he always seemed to know when you needed guidance or a hug without asking for it. You had counted on him, believed he would always be there. But now… now it felt like he had left you behind, and it hurt in a way you hadn’t expected.

           You took another slow drag, the bitter smoke swirling in your lungs as the hurt twisted deeper. The sense of abandonment stung, cutting through your composure, leaving you raw and exposed. You had always told yourself that you could handle anything, that you were strong enough to face the toughest moments. But this - being left behind by the person you trusted the most - felt like too much. Too final.

           Your gaze drifted over the dark cityscape, the lights of Washington D.C. blinking somewhere in the distance like stars that felt too far out of reach. The cigarette burned low between your fingers, the warmth of it a sharp contrast to the cold, but even that small comfort felt fleeting. You stared at the wisps of smoke rising into the air, wishing, just for a moment, that it could take your pain with it, leaving you free from the weight pressing down on your heart.

           The door to the rooftop swung open with a loud creak, cutting through the air, and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The sharp, deliberate clack of Emily's boots echoed across the concrete, each step heavier than the last as she approached you. The cool breeze ruffled your hair, carrying with it the faint scent of the nearby trees, but even that couldn’t distract you from the inevitable confrontation coming your way.

           You inhaled deeply, pulling another drag from the cigarette between your fingers. The taste filled your lungs yet again, mixing with the dull ache of betrayal still biting at your heart. You exhaled slowly, watching the smoke swirl and dissolve into the sky as you stared blankly at the horizon.

           "Found you," Emily’s voice was softer than usual, the concern behind it undeniable, yet there was a slight grin to her tone as she tried to lighten the mood. Her steps slowed as she reached your side, the gentle rustle of her coat barely audible over the wind. She tucked her hands into her pockets, her posture relaxed but her gaze heavy on you. "You shouldn’t be up here alone."

           "I’m fine," you replied, your voice clipped and distant. The words were more out of habit than truth. You dropped the cigarette to the ground, grinding it beneath your heel with a sharp twist. The tension between you was palpable, but you refused to acknowledge it. Not now. Not with her.

           Emily lingered for a moment, her eyes searching your face, trying to read the emotions you were so carefully keeping hidden. "No, you’re not. I saw how you reacted in there. You don’t have to pretend, not with me."

           A wave of frustration surged through you at her persistence, but you kept your gaze forward, refusing to meet her eyes. "I’m not pretending, Prentiss." the sound of her name laced with venom.

           The use of her last name caused her to pause, and you could feel her shifting slightly beside you. She wasn’t buying it, but she also wasn’t going to let you off the hook that easily. "You’re upset about Hotch."

           Her words struck a nerve, one you’d been trying desperately to ignore. You turned away from her, clenching your fists as the weight of everything you’d been avoiding pressed down on you. "Don't you dare profile me! Of course, I’m upset. We all are. But it doesn’t change anything."

           "That’s not what I mean, and you know it," Emily said, stepping into your line of sight. She didn’t raise her voice, but the quiet firmness of her tone left no room for evasion. "This is different for you. He was more than just your unit chief."

           You swallowed hard, your jaw tightening as the familiar sting of hurt rose in your throat. "I don’t want to talk about it," you snapped, more harshly than you intended. The words hung in the air between you, sharp and defensive. You took a step back, putting distance between the two of you, your heart pounding in your chest. The pressure inside you was building, emotions you’d been holding down threatening to spill over.

           But Emily didn’t back down. She stood firm, her eyes never leaving yours. "You feel abandoned. Like he’s left you behind."

           "Emily, stop it!" The raw truth in her words shattered what little control you had left. A surge of anger bubbled up inside you, breaking through the cracks of your carefully constructed facade. "Of course, I feel abandoned!" you shouted, your voice trembling with emotion. "He was like… he was like a father to me, Emily. He helped me when no one else did, and now he’s just… gone!"

           You could feel your voice rising, emotions swirling uncontrollably. Your hands shook as you continued, the dam finally breaking. "He’s out there, living his life with Jack, safe and happy, and I get it - I do. But what about us? What about the team? What about me?"

           The tears welled up in your eyes before you could stop them, blurring the world around you. You swallowed hard, trying to push the lump in your throat back down, but the words kept coming, spilling out like water from a broken dam. "He promised he’d always be there, Emily. He said he’d never leave, and now he’s just… not. He left, and it feels like I didn’t matter. Like I wasn’t enough to keep him here."

           Your voice broke, a sob finally escaping as the weight of it all hit you. Hot tears streaked down your face, and your chest heaved with the effort of holding it together. But you couldn’t. Not anymore.

  ��        Before you could fall apart completely, Emily closed the distance between you, wrapping her arms around you in a strong, secure embrace. You stiffened at first, unaccustomed to the sudden closeness, but the moment her hand rested gently at the back of your head, you crumbled. Sobs wracked your body as you buried your face in her shoulder, your fingers clutching at her jacket like a lifeline.

           Emily’s arms tightened around you, holding you close, her steady heartbeat grounding you in the chaos of your emotions. She whispered softly, her voice soothing as she stroked your hair. "It’s okay. Let it out. I’m here. I’ve got you."

           The warmth of her embrace, the steady cadence of her breathing, the soft murmur of her voice - it was everything you hadn’t known you needed. You clung to her, the pain and hurt pouring out in ragged sobs as she held you through it, never letting go.

           After what felt like an eternity, your sobs began to quiet, your body still trembling but no longer overwhelmed. Emily loosened her hold just enough to pull back and look at you, her hand coming up to brush a tear from your cheek. Her eyes were filled with understanding, with care.

           "You didn’t lose him," she whispered, her thumb brushing gently against your cheek. "He didn’t abandon you. Hotch made his choice for Jack, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about you. He cares about all of us. But you’re not alone. I’m here. The team is here. We’re still a family."

           You sniffled, your hands still gripping her jacket as you wiped at your face. "It just hurts, Emily. I don’t know how to… how to do this without him."

           "You don’t have to do it alone," she reassured, her voice soft but steady, unwavering in its promise. "We’ll figure it out together. And I’ll be here every step of the way."

           For the first time since the news broke, you felt a small, fragile flicker of hope. Emily smiled gently, her hand still resting on your shoulder, a silent anchor amidst the storm. You nodded, the weight in your chest lifting, just a little.

           "Come on," she said, her voice lighter now. "Let’s get out of this wind. I'm freezing."

           You allowed her to lead you back toward the stairwell, side by side, the cold wind slowly fading behind you. As you walked, you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, things would be okay. You weren’t alone. And with Emily by your side, that felt like enough.

[badathumanemotions]

A Taste of Lust

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gildedwillow]

just keep sucking while i handle everything - emily prentiss - 18+

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you’re beneath her desk, glossy pink lips wrapped around her cock while she speaks calmly on the phone. she strokes your hair gently and mouths, “good girl,” when you take it deep.

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g!p emily prentiss x fem!reader

You’re on your knees, tucked under Emily’s big FBI desk, cheek resting on her thigh while her cock smacks softly against your lips, already heavy with spit and precum. You’ve been down here a while, your makeup smeared to hell, mascara streaked down your cheeks like war paint, and your lipstick? Long gone—most of it’s clinging to the base of her dick or lost somewhere in the mess of spit all over your mouth and chin.

And god, her cock is fucking perfect. Thick, real, and mean-looking. Long and weighty, easily eight inches, with that slight curve that hits everything just right. Her veins bulge just a little under the skin—hot and firm in your hands, twitching every time you moan.

The head’s fat and swollen, already a dark pink from how hard she is, slick with precum that’s been dribbling down and mixing with your spit for minutes now. You swear she leaks like she wants you to taste her before she even fucks your throat.

She’s sitting back in her chair like this is just another Tuesday, one hand scrolling through emails, the other lazily gripping your hair, guiding your head up and down like you’re just a fleshlight with a pulse. “C’mon, sweet thing. Don’t slow down now. Thought you said you were good at this,” she murmurs without even looking down, smirking like the cocky bitch she is.

You groan around her, choking slightly as the head hits the back of your throat, and your whole body twitches. Your hands grip her thighs for balance, nails digging in, spit and precum running down her shaft in thick strings, soaking your fingers.

You pull back for a second just to breathe, and a strand of spit clings between your bottom lip and her cockhead—thick, shiny, obscene. You blink up at her, eyes glassy, mouth wide open and dripping, tongue out like you’re begging for more.

Emily finally glances down, and fuck, the way she looks at you? Like you’re the most beautiful mess she’s ever seen. Her lip curls into a little smirk. “Yeah... just like that. Sloppy. Dumb. That mouth was made for me.”

Then her phone buzzes, and instead of stopping, she just answers it. Her voice shifts into that cool, controlled FBI tone while her cock’s still buried in your mouth. “Prentiss,” she says sharply. “Yes. I reviewed it. The case is solid.”

You're choking again, eyes watering hard as she guides your head down, taking her all the way until your nose is shoved against her pelvis, inhaling the warm, musky scent of her arousal. Her cock throbs on your tongue.

You gag and try to breathe through your nose, tears streaming freely now. But she doesn’t even pause her call—she just strokes your cheek with her thumb, comforting like she’s not actively throatfucking you while on a call with some deputy director.

“She’s handling it now,” she says into the phone, and you swear she’s talking about you. “Everything’s under control.”

God, she knows exactly what she’s doing.

When she finally hangs up, she tosses the phone on the desk and leans forward, looking down at you like she’s about to ruin you.

“You’re such a fuckin’ mess,” she growls, both hands gripping your hair now. “Drool everywhere, eyes all teary, and you’re still beggin’ with that dumb little face.”

She slaps her cock against your tongue a few times, the head flushed and angry, shiny with spit. “You want me to fuck your throat, baby? Want it rough?”

You nod like a desperate whore, whimpering, lips glossy, tongue hanging out. You can’t talk—you don’t need to talk.

Then she gives it to you.

Hard.

Her cock slams back into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat with every rough thrust. Her hips roll with precision, fucking into you like she knows exactly how far she can push you before you break. Your jaw aches, throat stretching wide around her thickness, spit bubbling up and spilling down your chin, soaking your tits and her thighs. The sounds—wet, gaggy, disgusting—fill the room, along with her low, guttural groans.

“Fuck, baby… fuck. Gonna cum,” she grits out, pulling you down until she’s fully buried.

Then she goes still.

You feel her cock throb once… twice… and then she explodes in your throat—hot, thick ropes of cum pumping straight down while you moan around her. You can barely breathe, barely swallow fast enough. Her cum floods your mouth, some of it leaking back out and mixing with the mess already coating your face.

She holds you there while she empties every last drop into your throat, hips twitching, breath ragged. When she finally lets go, you pull back slowly, her cock slipping out of your mouth with a filthy pop. A final stream of white drools from your lips and drips to the floor.

You’re panting, face a disaster, throat sore, tears drying on your cheeks. You look up at her, dumb and blissed-out, mouth still open in case she wants to feed you more.

Emily strokes your jaw, thumb swiping a bit of cum from your lip, then pushing it back into your mouth.

“Swallow,” she commands. You do.

“Good girl.”

Emily leans back in her chair, still breathing heavy, her cock wet and glistening with your spit and her cum, resting against her toned stomach. You’re still on your knees, mouth swollen and lips shiny, staring up at her like a dazed, needy slut—because you are. But then she shifts, sharp eyes narrowing slightly as she glances toward the office door.

“Stay right there,” she murmurs, standing slowly, towering over you with her blouse half-unbuttoned and her cock still hard, dripping. She stalks to the door, heels clicking quietly on the tile, and double-checks the lock—clicks it once, then tests it again just to be sure.

Then she turns back to you with a dark grin that makes your thighs clench.

“Good. Now come here and ride this cock like the dumb little bunny you are.”

You scramble to your feet, dizzy and aching between your legs. She sinks back into her chair and spreads her thighs wide, cock twitching, precum leaking from the flushed head and sliding down the shaft in sticky beads. She wraps a fist around it and strokes herself lazily, watching you climb into her lap like it’s your goddamn job.

And it kind of is.

Your hands rest on her shoulders as you hover above her cock, your slick folds already soaked, practically dripping from sucking her off like a good girl. You line her up, and she just smirks, one hand gripping your hip.

“Don’t tease,” she growls, voice low and dangerous. “Sit the fuck down.”

So you do.

You sink onto her, slow at first—feeling the fat head stretch your entrance wide, making your breath catch. She’s thick, and your pussy flutters around her as she pushes in deeper, inch by inch, until she’s fully inside you, buried to the hilt. You choke out a little moan and cling to her shoulders as your thighs tremble.

“God damn,” she groans, hands gripping your ass tight. “So fuckin’ warm and tight, baby. You missed this cock, huh?”

You can’t even speak. You’re full. Stuffed. Her cock hits so deep, every little twitch inside you makes your whole body shake. You try to move—just a little roll of your hips—but she grabs your ass with both hands and starts to help you grind on her.

Up. Down. Slow, deep thrusts, the kind that drag against your walls and make your eyes roll back. Her cock presses right against your g-spot, making you see stars with every bounce. Her hands guide you like she’s in total control—even though you’re on top, you’re not in charge. You’re just her toy, her dripping little fuckdoll.

And you love it.

“Look at that dumb face,” she murmurs, one hand sliding up your spine to grip the back of your neck. “You’re cockdrunk already, huh?”

You nod frantically, mouth open, tits bouncing with every grind. Her cock glides in and out of you with filthy wet sounds—your slick coating her with every thrust, mixing with the mess from earlier. You’re soaked, and it’s everywhere—on her thighs, down your legs, pooling on the chair. You’re riding her like a bitch in heat now, hips slapping, cunt gripping her cock like it never wants to let go.

“Bounce, baby. That’s it. Ride it. Show me how bad you need it.”

You’re moaning now, whining, whimpering her name every time she hits that perfect spot deep inside. Your clit grinds against her pelvis, and your thighs start to shake.

“Gonna cum for me?” she says, low and smug, sweat beading on her chest. “Gonna cream all over my cock like a good little whore?”

You nod, desperate and barely holding it together. Your body’s already tipping over the edge. And when her fingers find your clit—pressing down, rubbing tight circles—you shatter.

You cum hard, pussy clenching around her like a vice, back arching, legs twitching. You scream her name, hips jerking as the orgasm rips through you. Your juices gush out, dripping down her cock in sticky streams, soaking her thighs and the chair beneath you.

Emily groans, grabbing your hips and slamming you down hard.

“Fuck .. gonna fill you up again,” she growls, eyes wild, cock throbbing deep inside your fluttering cunt.

She cums with a loud grunt, hips snapping up as she spills deep inside you, pumping thick, hot ropes of cum into your pussy. You can feel it—feel every pulse, every twitch of her cock as she fills you to the brim. It leaks out around her shaft almost instantly, mixing with your own mess and dripping onto her thighs in creamy streaks.

When it’s over, she holds you there, impaled on her cock, her hands stroking your back as you collapse against her chest, boneless and wrecked.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” she whispers, kissing your temple.

“You’re not goin’ anywhere, baby. Not until I see that pussy leaking all over my chair.”

[jcreauprcntissfam]

first night and promises.

emily prentiss had faced down serial killers, international criminals, and the deepest recesses of her own mind, but nothing in her life had ever prepared her for this.

this tiny, fragile little person in her arms—her daughter—was looking up at her like she held the answers to everything in the universe.

aria had come into the world just a few hours earlier, and the raw intensity of it still hadn’t worn off. jj was fast asleep in the hospital bed, utterly spent after a grueling labor, her body finally surrendering to exhaustion. emily had stayed by her side the entire time, her hand gripping jj’s through the pain, the tears, and the eventual joy.

jj and emily had thought long and hard about the decision. they weren’t in their late twenties or early thirties anymore. having a child at this age, with their careers, was a choice. the right choice. henry, now graduating high school, and michael, just starting his sophomore year, had kept them busy for years. after will and jj divorced, emily naturally became their mom too. their family was happy—full of love and laughter. but the thought lingered in emily’s mind, and jj’s too, after they finally admitted it to each other last christmas morning.

“i want a baby. with you.”

maybe it was the desire to create someone who was a mixture of them both. maybe emily wanted to rewrite the what-ifs she’d carried since she was fifteen. maybe jj wanted to fill the space maggie might have held if things had been different.

either way, the decision became clear. after months of ivf preparations, genetic testing, and everything else, jj fell pregnant in early spring.

and now, here they were. quiet. peaceful. whole. 

the dim lights of the hospital room casting a warm glow as emily sat in the chair beside jj’s bed, cradling aria in her arms.

aria elizabeth jareau-prentiss. they toyed around with the middle name for a while. they tried ‘rose’, in honor of jj’s late sister - but they kept landing back on emily’s middle name. 

‘she can give it a better meaning to me’ emily recalled months before the birth. no longer associated with her estranged mother, but associated with the miracle she now held. 

the baby was wrapped snugly in a soft pink blanket, her impossibly tiny fingers curling and uncurling against emily’s chest. she didn’t cry, didn’t fuss—she just stared up at emily with those big, brown eyes that seemed to see everything.

emily swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotion as she met her daughter’s gaze. 

“hi there..”

she whispered, her voice soft and reverent, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile magic of the moment.

aria blinked at her, her little mouth forming a perfect “o,” and emily couldn’t help but smile.

“you’re so quiet,” emily murmured, brushing her thumb gently over aria’s cheek. “your mama’s going to love that. let’s see how long it lasts.”

she adjusted aria slightly in her arms, careful not to disturb her too much. the baby wiggled a little but didn’t make a sound. instead, she kept staring, her expression almost curious, as if trying to figure out who this strange woman holding her was. she knew her voice, but not her face, not until now.  

“you have no idea how long we waited for you,” emily said, her voice trembling slightly. “how much we wanted you.”

her gaze flicked briefly to jj, who was still sleeping soundly. her blonde hair was messy, her face still flushed from the effort of bringing their daughter into the world, but to emily, she looked more beautiful than ever.

“your mommy,” emily said softly, her eyes returning to aria, “is the strongest person i’ve ever met. she loves you more than anything. she’s going to show you every single day how amazing you are.”

aria yawned, her tiny mouth opening impossibly wide, and emily let out a quiet laugh - mixed with the emotion and mist in her eyes.

“but you know what?” emily continued, her voice dropping even lower. “i think i might love you just as much. maybe even more.”

she paused, staring down at aria’s tiny face, her heart aching in the best way. “you look like her,” emily murmured. “same nose, same lips… but those eyes? those are mine.”

for a moment, emily just held her, letting the weight of it all settle over her. this was her daughter. her little girl. and as much as emily wanted to bask in the joy of the moment, a familiar shadow crept into her thoughts.

her own mother.

elizabeth prentiss had been a lot of things: powerful, successful, intimidating. but she had never been what emily needed her to be. she had never been kind. never been warm.

emily could still feel the weight of her mother’s expectations pressing down on her, the coldness in her voice, the way she always made emily feel like she wasn’t enough.

her chest tightened at the memory, and she looked down at aria again, at her innocent little face, her trusting eyes.

how could anyone treat a child with anything but love?

“i promise,” emily whispered, her voice trembling, “you will never feel the way i did.”

aria blinked up at her, her tiny fingers wrapping around emily’s thumb as if she was already communicating with her.

“i will never let you feel like you’re not enough,” emily said, tears welling up in her eyes. “i will never make you doubt that you’re loved. i will protect you from everything, even me, if i have to.”

the tears spilled over, but emily didn’t bother wiping them away. she pressed a soft kiss to aria’s forehead, breathing in the sweet, baby-soft scent of her skin.

“i’ve got you, baby girl,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “always.”

and in that moment, as aria blinked up at her with those big, brown eyes—her eyes—emily made a vow.

she would be the mother she never had. the mother aria deserved.

no matter what it took.

[thir10th]

The getaway pt.1 - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

ALL OF THESE CAN BE READ AS STAND-ALONES

summary: you and Emily have been dating for several months now. When you finally get a free weekend, you decide to go on a little secret romantic getaway. tw: nothing yet, just fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive content but it's literally just a conversation, nothing else. secret relationship. a/n: you guys seemed to really like the idea so here it is! this first chapter so it's mostly to set the mood

Your leg shakes under the dinner table, waiting for Emily to finish up cooking dinner, her body swings around the kitchen, moving fluidly and confidently at the rhythm of the music she had chosen to play to set the abience.

You know she loves cooking, but you also know after getting home from a week-long case, this is the last thing she wants to do.

She always insists: "no baby, i'll cook, you can just sit there and look pretty, let me take care of it" and you loved her for that, but it hasn't been 12 hours yet since you had chased an unsub for three blocks.

She deserved a break. You both did. You had already decided that.

The pasta plate she sets in front of you with a big smile takes you out of your head, you smile back, it smells amazing, there's no doubt about it.

"I'm starving" she says, dropping on the seat in front of you, grabbing a fork and rolling up the spaghetti.

You move the pasta around, looking at her eat, trying to decide how to phrase it.

"what?" she asks mouth-fulled, noticing your stare.

"I wanted to ask you something" she leaves the fork, slurps up one last spaghetti hanging from her lips, and wipes her mouth with the napkin. Now you have her full attention.

"ugh, I'm... flattered, but-" she says in a sarcastic tone, but you cut her.

"relax, Em, I'm not asking you to marry me" she chuckles "i was thinking... you know how, if no case comes in tomorrow by five, we are having the whole weekend for ourselves, right?" you start.

"yeah, why?" she asks impatiently.

"well, I was talking to Penelope the other day, about how she had found this amazing hotel with Kevin, how they had had the best time, with activities for couples, good food, a big pool, you know, all that" she listens carefully at your words, without interrupting you, takes a sip of her wine, and nods, considering the idea.

"ok look" you grab your purse, taking a booklet you had printed out specifically for this conversation, hoping the images would convince her, you hand it to her so she can take a look.

She runs her eyes, scanning the photos on the booklet and reading over the information.

"it's been a long week, you deserve a break. We deserve a break" you conclude.

"Ooh- each room has a hot tub, and full time room service! and a steam room too?" she points out, looking at the pictures.

"And a balcony with views of the pool from every room! this could be it, Em, it's perfect for us." you add, after spending the whole trip back on the plane looking at their website, you had pretty much memorized it.

Emily angled her head to meet your eye. “If I have my way, you’ll be too occupied to appreciate the views.” the playfulness of her words making you smirk.

"So is that a yes?" you sigh in relief.

"Of course, sign me up!" a wide smile of excitement crosses her face, you let out a triumphant sound, shooting from your seat, walking up to her to grab her face and kiss her lips.

She grabs you by the waist and pulls you to sit onto her lap, your arms surround her neck, her grip tight on your hips to hold you in place.

"Oh, this is gonna be so nice! Think about it, no kids, all inclusive hotel for couples, no more hiding, nothing to worry about, just swim, and sex, and food" she grins at your words, her thumb traces slow circles on the skin left uncovered your shirt

"I could get used to that" she says kissing you again, this time longer, lovingly.

"honey?" she says, pulling away. "Yes?"

"You have already made the reservation, haven't you?" her profiling skills really never fail to amaze you.

"they had an excellent limited time offer, and i was pretty confident you were gonna say yes once I'd show you the booklet" you admit, and she chuckles, instead of getting upset, she just smiles at you and pecks your lips

"what have i done to deserve you?" she says, the dreamy sound of her words making you blush.

"well, dinner just now, and i believe i heard you say something about that balcony? with the views?"

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She frowns at her computer, sitting on her desk, she has been staring at the screen for a considerable amount of time now, you quietly walk behind her.

"exciting, isn't it?" she doesn't hear you coming by, your words startle her making her jump in her seat

"you scared me" she mutters so no one can hear the conversation.

"sorry" you sit on her desk, right in front of her "i just thought if you're gonna spend the last fifteen minutes staring at the clock, we should do it together"

She tries to fight the smile that threatens to spread on her face, she bites her lip and gives you a loving look with her big doe eyes.

"you know, this room is full of profilers, if they saw you here in my desk only a couple of minutes far from five, they might suspect something is going on here"

"something like what? no one has even noticed i'm here, i seat on your desk everyday, nothing new" you say, her eyes leave the computer screen to look at you now.

"oh, i don't know, something like: we have been dating for three months and as soon as we leave this building we are driving two hours to spend our weekend on a hotel resort for couples?" she says sarcastically.

"i just thought it would be fun to watch when the clock strikes 5:00 together, you know, just like in new year's eve, but without the kissing for obvious reasons. Although there will be plenty of that this weekend" she bites her tongue at your words. Teasing Emily has always been so much fun for you, since it's usually the other way around that she teases you.

"the last thing i want you to remind me is how we are actively lying at the people we care most about" she argues, trying to keep her cool

"well, no need to worry about that anymore" you say, and when you both look at the screen, the clock has turned. 5:00 pm, no case has come in, we're free" you state. You stay there, sharing a moment, you stare at each other's eyes.

"god, but how i wish i could kiss you right now" she mutters breaking the silence, her eyes move down to look at your lips, and just for a moment you consider the possibility of sending it all to hell and kissing her senseless right then and there.

"y/n, any plans for the weekend?" Morgan's presence takes you by surprise, he comes behind you carrying is bag, so close, it had been so close, but you'd have to pull up with your coworker's teasing too.

"uhm, yeah, well, not much, no, just, a movie maybe, but who knows really?" you say, Emily tries hiding her grin, but fails.

"did you hear about Prentiss' weekend?" Morgan asks, you shoot a look at her

"ugh, no, big plans?" you say looking at her, lifting an eyebrow in faked confusion

"She, is going away with her girlfriend" he teases, a cocky smile on his lips.

"a girlfriend?! Prentiss! who is the lucky girl?" you say, a little louder than intended. She looks annoyed now that you're joining the teasing from you coworker.

"it's a secret, apparently" Morgan explains, Emily opens her mouth to speak, but only a defeated sound comes out.

"what? really?" you keep up the play, but she shoots you a look of warning, one eyebrow up, her arm on her hip.

"ok, you know what? I'm gonna leave now, you guys can speculate all you want" she takes her bag, and walks to the elevator, you and Derek follow her closely, she does her best to hide her smile.

"hey, I myself feel pretty offended that she won't tell us, after all we've been through, don't you think I deserve a little better?" he says, holding his hand to his chest, while you three wait for the elevator.

"Now, I'm having some ideas of what you deserve right now" the slightly threatening tone of her voice makes your heart throb. You just want to let her push you against that elevator door, let her do whatever she wants to you.

"you know what, I think I'm gonna keep it to myself, just this one time" she concludes, getting out of the elevator, Morgan whines, but she doesn't let it go.

"ok, this way for me" he says, turning right to go find his parking spot

"I'll walk with you" you tell Emily, the corners of your lips curving into a smile. You both say goodbye to Morgan, he leaves with one last "i hope you have a nice one, Prentiss!" and leaves.

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Entering the room, you realize how more spacious and comfortable it is that you though, although you should've guessed, considering the fact that i could fit a hot tub on one corner, a full bathroom and the king-sized bed without making it feel narrow.

The hotel bellboy opens the room for you, hands you both of your keys, and leaves. Emily had already taken it upon herself to carry the bags, as they aren't all that heavy. Plus she loved doing those kinds of things for you, carrying your bags, the kind of things you would tease her about for being the chivalrous kid of girlfriend.

After all, you're only staying for a weekend, even if Emily didn't really understand that you don't actually need that many pairs of shoes for only just two nights total.

You look around everywhere, walk to the bathroom, the shower is perfectly big enough to fit you both, and two sinks. You check the hot tub, nd finish your tour by walking to the windows and opening the curtains.

The broad balcony has two chairs, and direct views to the pool, you're high enough to go completely unnoticed by anyone who looked up from it.

You drop to the big bed, star-fished out, meanwhile Emily leaves both your bags right next to the bed.

You sit up, standing to meet her as she looks around the room herself, appreciating the size of it.

"wow, this is almost bigger than my living room" she says, still surprised.

You walk up to her, grab her by the hips and pulling her to you "what do you think?" you ask, she surrounds your neck with her arms, and kisses you sweetly.

"mh, i love it" she purrs, a soft smile on her lips, and kisses you again, this time softer, longer, her lips soft and reassuring, making sure you knew how much she loved it.

"and I love you" she says, her hands running through your back now, "even if you just spent a considerable amount of time mocking me" she adds, and you chuckle.

"it was perfect, he doesn't suspect a thing!" you try to defend yourself, but she's already kissing your neck, finding your pulse point that she knows drives you crazy

"yeah but you didn't think i'd let you just get away with it just like that, mh?" she says, trapping your earlobe between her teeth and biting it softly.

"well, as much as you know i want this, we have to go down for dinner, because someone claimed she didn't need any directions to find the parking lot, and that took about, half an hour" you say teasingly, giving her a soft swat on her ass, unwrapping your arms off her waist to hold her hand.

Emily pouts at the loss of contact, interwining her fingers with yours "well, i found it didn't i? yes, it might have taken me a little longer than expected...."

"half an hour, Emily! We are gonna miss dinner, c'mon, and you can think about how to 'not let me get away with it' when we get back" you grab the room key, and pull her with you, walking out and heading to the elevator door.

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okkk what are we thinking? this was an introduction more than anything, just to set the story.

Feedback here would be greatly appreciated, specially because if you guys have any ideas on how i should continue, or any specific scenarios, i'd be happy to try to add it!!

Like & reblog as always, I'll be publishing the next chapters as i write them so stay tuned for that <33

[spicyschemmenti]

JUST US TWO ➫ emily prentiss

pairing: emily prentiss x fem!reader

synopsis: you wake up before emily for a change and decide to give her a helping hand in waking up

warnings: somno, swearing, face riding, oral, fingering, established relationship

word count: 1.6k

The morning sun filters through the bedroom curtains, casting warm, golden streaks across the sheets. The air is thick with the scent of last night—whiskey, sweat, and sex—all of it lingering between the tangled sheets and the heat of Emily’s body beside you.

She’s still asleep, for once. A rare sight.

Her dark lashes rest against her sharp cheekbones, lips slightly parted, the silver strands in her hair catching the sunlight. She looks softer like this, with sleep mussing the usual sharp edges of her presence. Her bare back is exposed, the sheet resting low on her waist, and you let your eyes trace the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, the way her muscles shift ever so slightly as she breathes.

You should let her sleep.

But you’ve never been very good at resisting her.

Carefully, you slide beneath the covers, shifting so you’re between her legs, your breath ghosting over her stomach before pressing a lingering kiss just above her navel. Emily stirs slightly, a quiet sigh slipping from her lips, but she doesn’t wake. Not yet.

You take your time, trailing your lips lower, slow and teasing, dragging your tongue over the soft skin of her inner thigh, feeling the way she shivers even in sleep. She’s warm, still carrying the heat from last night, and when you press a soft kiss against the crease where her thigh meets her cunt, she finally stirs, a quiet hum vibrating in her throat.

“Mm—” Her voice is rough, heavy with sleep, her fingers twitching against the pillow. “What’re you...”

Her question dies on a sharp inhale as your tongue flicks out, dragging through her folds, tasting the warmth of her. She’s not wet yet, not like last night, but you’ll fix that.

Her breath hitches, her hips shifting instinctively, her legs parting wider without her even thinking about it. You can feel her waking up beneath you, feel the tension melt from her body only to be replaced by something thicker, something deeper.

“Jesus,” she rasps, her voice still thick with sleep. One of her hands drifts down, fingers threading lazily into your hair. “You’re insatiable, huh?”

You hum against her, the vibration making her hips jerk slightly. “Mm. You’re one to talk.”

Her lips curve into a sleepy smirk, but it vanishes the second you flatten your tongue against her clit and suck.

“Fuck—” Emily’s breath punches out of her in a gasp, her fingers tightening in your hair, her thighs twitching around your head.

She’s waking up now, fully, her body reacting before her mind can catch up. You take your time, slow and thorough, dragging your tongue through her folds, lapping up every trace of warmth, coaxing her open with gentle flicks and lazy circles. She’s getting wetter by the second, slick starting to gather on your tongue, sweet and salty and utterly her.

Her hips shift against your mouth, seeking more friction, but you hold her steady, one hand pressing against her stomach, keeping her pinned as you tease her, making her feel every slow, deliberate stroke.

Emily groans, low and guttural, the sound vibrating through the quiet room. “You’re—fuck... gonna kill me.”

You smirk against her, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her clit before slipping two fingers inside her, feeling the way she clenches around them, still tight from last night.

She gasps. The first real, wrecked sound of the morning.

You curl your fingers, stroking that spot inside her that makes her whole body tense, makes her breath stutter, makes her grip on your hair tighten. You drink in every reaction, every sound, chasing them, pulling them from her like a song only you know how to play.

Emily’s head tips back, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths. “Don’t stop,” she mutters, voice rough and slurred with pleasure. “Fuck—don’t you dare stop.”

You wouldn’t dream of it.

You suck her clit back into your mouth, your fingers fucking into her slow and deep, stretching her, coaxing her closer and closer until she’s trembling, thighs shaking, every muscle in her body tight with pleasure.

“Baby...” Her voice breaks on a whimper, her body tensing, her breath catching. “I’m—”

And then she’s coming, back arching off the bed, thighs clamping around your head, a wrecked moan spilling from her lips as she pulses around your fingers, wetness spilling over your hand, your mouth, dripping down onto the sheets.

You don’t stop, not until she’s shuddering, gasping, her fingers tugging at your hair with the faintest hint of overstimulation.

Only then do you pull back, licking your lips, savoring the taste of her as you press slow kisses to her trembling thighs. Emily exhales sharply, her body still slack with pleasure, her chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

“Fuck,” she mutters, running a hand through her messy hair, a lazy smirk curling at the corner of her lips. She opens her eyes, dark and hazy, locking onto you like she’s already planning her revenge.

“You’re in so much trouble,” she murmurs, voice still husky, still rough.

You grin, crawling up her body, pressing a sticky kiss to her lips, letting her taste herself. “I’m counting on it.”

Emily moans against your lips the second she tastes herself on your tongue. It’s a deep, guttural sound, vibrating through her chest as she pulls you closer, licking into your mouth like she’s starving for it, like she wants to chase every trace of herself on your lips. Her grip on your waist tightens, fingers digging into your skin as she kisses you slow and filthy, her breath still uneven from the orgasm you just gave her.

She breaks the kiss only long enough to mutter against your mouth, voice still husky, still wrecked, “Glad we both sleep naked.”

Then she tugs you higher, shifting so her lips can trail down your throat, her hands sliding up your sides until she cups your breasts, thumbs brushing over your already-sensitive nipples. The warmth of her breath fans over your chest, her mouth hovering just above one hardened peak before she flicks her tongue over it, teasing.

Your breath stutters, a sharp gasp escaping you as she latches on, sucking slow and deep, her tongue swirling, her teeth grazing just enough to make your stomach tighten. “Emily—” You arch into her mouth, craving more, and she hums against you, the vibration sending another shiver straight down your spine.

She doesn’t rush. She never does. She takes her time, alternating between sucking, licking, and gently biting, leaving your nipples slick and aching, her hands kneading the soft weight of your breasts as she works you up into something desperate, something shameless.

By the time she pulls back, your whole body is trembling, your cunt dripping, slick already seeping down your thighs. Emily looks up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, lips parted, her mouth wet from your skin.

“Come here,” she murmurs, her voice like velvet and sin. She grips your hips, guiding you higher, pulling you up until your knees are braced on either side of her head, until your soaked, aching pussy is hovering just above her waiting mouth.

She smirks. “Sit.”

Your breath catches at the raw command in her voice. But you don’t hesitate. You lower yourself onto her, gasping as the heat of her mouth meets your dripping cunt, as her tongue drags through your slick folds, slow and deliberate.

Emily groans at the taste of you, hands gripping your thighs, pulling you down harder onto her mouth. “Jesus, baby,” she rasps, voice muffled against you, “you’re so fucking wet.”

And then she devours you.

Her tongue is relentless, flicking over your clit before dipping lower, dragging through your slick, spreading you open before thrusting inside. You moan, loud and unrestrained, your head tipping back as pleasure bolts through you. “Fuck—Emily....”

She hums, the sound vibrating against your cunt, making you tremble. Her tongue fucks into you deep and slow, curling, stroking your walls, drinking down everything you give her. Her nose presses against your clit, adding just enough friction to make your thighs shake, to make your hips roll against her mouth, chasing more, chasing everything.

You can’t help it. You ride her tongue, shameless and desperate, grinding down onto her face as pleasure coils tighter and tighter in your stomach. Emily groans beneath you, gripping your ass, keeping you right where she wants you as she licks into you, as she flicks her tongue over your swollen clit with precision, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

Your moans are wrecked, breathless, gasps and whimpers spilling from your lips with every stroke of her tongue. The wet, obscene sounds of her mouth working you open fill the room, mixing with the ragged curses and broken cries you can’t hold back.

“Emily, fuck—” Your hands tangle in her hair, holding her against you as your thighs start to shake, as your vision blurs at the edges. “I’m—oh my god—”

Emily growls against your cunt, sucking your clit into her mouth, and that’s all it takes.

Pleasure slams into you, white-hot and devastating, your whole body locking up as you come with a sharp, choked cry. Your cunt clenches around nothing, slick dripping onto Emily’s chin as she keeps licking, keeps sucking, drawing out every last pulse, every aftershock until you're shaking from the overstimulation.

You collapse forward, bracing yourself against the headboard, panting, your body trembling as Emily finally pulls back, her lips slick, her mouth glistening with your release.

She smirks up at you, breathless, voice thick with satisfaction. “Goddamn.”

And then she licks her lips.

[idontevenknowwhatt]

Goodbye

Summary: Y/n is shot while arresting an unsub. The precious final moments where both Emily and y/n know there's no escaping the inevitable, but they hold on to each other as long as they can.

Warnings: Talks about death, dying (reader dies), a little angsty but mostly just really sad, hard hitting final moments between two lovers.

A/N: Hello again, sorry i'm not a super consistent writer but thought of this the other day. It is a little bit sader than I might normally go but why not I guess. Also this won’t follow any specific episode. I hope you all enjoy it :))

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The pain in your side is unbearable, sharp and biting. You feel your body weakening with each breath. But it’s the silence that follows the chaos of the gunfire that feels like the loudest thing in the world.

You know that this is the end. And it’s too much to ignore. There’s no saving you now, no way to stop the bleeding that’s spreading quickly. You both know it. But even so, Emily refuses to let go of you. Her hands, her touch, surround you. She's steady and warm, holding you close, never once wavering.

You’re not sure how long it’s been at this point. Time feels like it’s standing still, or maybe it’s moving too quickly. All you know is that Emily is with you, and that's the only thing that matters.

"Em," you whisper, your voice weak. You try to sit up despite the pain in your side, and she’s there instantly, guiding you gently into her arms. She doesn’t need to say anything. She doesn’t need to ask. She just pulls you into her lap, your back resting against her chest as if she’s trying to shield you from everything.

Her breath is steady in your ear, but you can feel the tremor in her hands as she wraps her free arm around you. The other pressed firmly against your side in hopes of stopping the bleeding. You lean your head back against her shoulder, just below her neck, your cheek brushing gently against her skin. She smells like warmth, like home.

"Hey," you say softly, your words coming out ragged, and you force yourself to look up at her, even though everything in your body wants to shut down. "What are we going to do tomorrow?"

Emily’s arm tightens around you, her fingers coming up to brush the hair from your face. Her voice cracks slightly as she responds, but she keeps it steady for you. "Tomorrow…" she begins, trailing off like she’s trying to pull herself together, like she’s grasping at a future that’s slipping away. "Tomorrow, we’re going to start planning that honeymoon we never had. We’re going to pick the perfect place, somewhere beautiful. You always talked about going somewhere tropical. You’ll let me spoil you with fancy dinners and walks along the beach at sunset. You’ll let me show you the world the way you deserve to see it."

You close your eyes for a moment, the warmth of her body against yours more comforting than anything else. Her heart beats against your back, steady and rhythmic, and for just a moment, you let yourself feel the softness of her words, the hope in them.

"And the next day?" you ask, your voice barely audible, your eyes half-closed as the darkness creeps in. You want to keep talking and stay in this moment, even if just for a little while longer.

"The next day…" Emily pauses again, taking a shaky breath, but you can feel her smile against your hair. "We’ll start thinking about the life we're going to build. We’ll talk about where we’re going to live, what kind of house we’ll have. You've talked about moving out of our apartment for awhile. Maybe a little farmhouse. Or a big house in the city. You’ll want a garden, right? Somewhere to plant roses and vegetables. And I’ll be there, helping you. You’ll have me with you every step of the way."

Her words are a balm, soothing the raw edges of the pain inside you. You want to tell her that you love her. That you’ll always love her. But all you can do is nod against her chest, your body growing heavier with each passing second.

Emily’s voice lowers, and you hear her take another shaky breath. "And we’ll have kids. A little girl who has your eyes, and a boy who’s just as stubborn as you. You’ll teach them everything, and I’ll watch you with them and wonder how I ever got so lucky. You'll be the best mom."

You can hear the tears in her voice now, the desperation to make all of this real, to somehow keep it from slipping away. You want to respond, but it feels like you don’t have the strength anymore.

But Emily isn’t done yet. "We’ll have so many moments," she says, her voice thick with emotion. "Holidays, birthdays, quiet mornings where we just wake up next to each other and don’t say a word because we don’t need to. We’ll grow old together. I’ll hold your hand through everything, and we’ll look back on our life, and we’ll laugh, and we’ll cry, and we’ll just be... together."

Her words wrap around you like a warm blanket, a promise, even if neither of you can keep it. You can’t fight the tears now, and they slip from your eyes, though you don’t know if they’re from the pain, the beauty of everything she’s describing, or the sheer heartbreak of knowing that none of it will happen.

You hear Emily’s voice again, low and raw with emotion, and you shift just slightly in her arms turning to look up at her. "I love you so much," she says, her lips brushing against your forehead, her hands holding you tighter than you thought possible. "You are my everything. I can’t even put it into words. The way you make me feel...I never thought I could love someone like this. I never thought I’d have someone who loved me the way you do."

You’re barely able to open your eyes now, but you look up at her one last time. You want to say it, to tell her how much you love her, but your voice is a whisper, almost drowned out by the weight of everything. "I love you," you murmur, your voice weak, but your heart full. "You’re my heart, Em. You always have been. I never thought I could love someone as much as I love you."

Emily gently presses her lips to yours, a final, soft kiss, and you feel the love in it. You kiss her back with all the energy you have left. It’s everything you’ve always felt, everything you’ve always wanted to say. But now, you know you don’t have to say anything else. She knows. She always has.

"I’ll love you forever," Emily whispers, the words barely escaping her lips as her arms tighten around you. Her forehead rests against yours and you fight with everything left in you to keep your eyes open for as long as possible. "I’ll love you forever. And I’ll carry you with me, every single day of my life."

You can feel the darkness closing in, but it’s not scary. It’s peaceful, in a way. You don’t want to go. Not really. But Emily’s here, and she’s holding you, and you know that wherever you go, you’ll always carry her with you.

"I’ll always be with you," you whisper, even though you’re not sure if she can hear it. "In your heart. Always."

You feel Emily’s tears fall against your cheeks, her grip tightening one last time. "I know, baby. I know."

And with that, you let go.

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[stayevildarling]

Emily Prentiss x Reader- Wish that you were here

A/N: I had this idea based on a tiktok I saw a bit ago. Inspired by the song „Wish that you were here“ by Florence and the Machine ❤️

tw/tags: female reader, mention of gunshot, angst, hurt/comfort

word count: 3k

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Tonight feels darker than usual, stormy clouds filled with a promise of rain as you sit in the black SUV of the BAU, parked close to the suspect‘s house that the team had been watching for several hours now. Emily is crouched by the front door, ready to get inside as her earpiece crackles softly with Morgan‘s voice „You sure you‘re good Prentiss?“ he asks before she replies „Always“ confident and steady as ever and of course you believed her.

The two of you had been working together for years, you joining the BAU a little later on than the rest of the team but by now it barely mattered. You got along well, working effortlessly on cases and slowly taking the bad guys from the streets. Emily had been kind to you from the beginning, very closed off about her personal life and feelings but she wanted to make you feel welcome, appreciating another woman in the field out there who could have her back. And undeniably the two of you had each other‘s back throughout the ups and downs of the many cases. You supported Emily through the ones that triggered her past and she supported you in return when the weight of being a younger profiler and seeing all of this for the first time weighed on you.

The two of you had began trusting each other, slowly opening up about each other‘s interests and some shared traumas. It all began after a rough case when Emily invited you for some beers but it turned into hard liquor and you woke up the next morning on her sofa, being licked awake by her cat Sergio. You trusted each other and so you didn‘t doubt when Emily said she had got it but when the suspect bolts out of the house with a gun in hand, your breath hitches as your heart beats uncontrollably against your chest.

The brunette barely had time to turn around but you don‘t care, moving before you could think, shoving the door of the car open and sprinting towards her, as the first shot echoes through the night sky. „Emily“ you scream her name as you run faster than you ever had before. Emily thankfully ducked, the bullet grazing the air above her before she fired a clean shot that hit the unsubs leg, making him fall to the floor, gun scattering and allowing Morgan who arrived first to arrest him.

Your world falls apart when you first see the scene, sighing in relief as you realize she is fine, yet hands gripping her arms and searching for any injuries even as she rolls her eyes. „I‘m fine“ she insists, brushing your concern off. „Fine?“ you repeat „You could have been killed Emily“. She blinks in surprise at the emotion in your tone, your statement very obvious as either of you guys could die at any given moment doing this job and every single one of you utterly aware of that fact too.

„But I wasn‘t“ she reassures, her hand finding your shoulder as she grounds you „I‘m okay Y/N I promise“ she reassures as she now stands beside you. But you aren‘t okay, you could feel the weight of what could have happened settling on your chest. Later when the scene was finally secured and the suspect in custody, you couldn‘t stop replaying the scene, watching Emily falling, your brain adding nasty scenarios of Emily bleeding, getting hit and Emily gone. And that‘s when you realized why the thought of losing her made you feel like you might fall apart, you loved her.

It wasn‘t the comfortable affection and closeness and deep trust you had with your coworker anymore and maybe it never had been. It was beyond that, something deeper and more meaningful and it both scared you and caused your heart to ache with feelings you couldn‘t understand.

The days after the incident pass in a blur but how you felt for Emily became more evident, unavoidable at this point. It was like the last case had cracked something open within you, feelings that you hadn‘t allowed yourself to feel. As if something broke inside you, wanting to be nothing more than close to her. At first you tried hard to push the feelings down, the BAU certainly wasn‘t the place for romances, the work too important for feelings or flings. But no matter how hard you tried to focus on cases, briefings or the team, she was always there, automatically demanding your attention without even trying to.

No matter what she did, talking during briefing, sitting by her desk a few bullpens ahead of you, talking amongst you and the others, she made your heart do something it hadn‘t before. It was the way she would sit in her chair, familar smirk tugged at her lips, coffee cup losely in her hand. You would catch yourself staring too long, noticing the way her fingers curled around the mug to warm up, the faint scar on her hand that you hadn‘t noticed before, the line of her jaw when she tilted her head. Emily was undeniably beautiful, in both an effortless and impossible way, the way she moved in any room, demanding its entire attention without trying, did something to you. The way she carried the weight of her job without ever letting it break her.

You began noticing the little things, the way she would hum while reading, the way her eyes softened when she talked about her closest companion Sergio, the way her face lit up when she was about to roast Reid or make a joke. You didn‘t just want her, you wanted to know the parts of her that she didn‘t let people see, learn stories she never told, see the scars she would try to hide, wanting her to be happy and healthy with all of your being. You had fallen for her but you knew you couldn‘t ever dare speak your truth, knowing it would ruin everything you both had worked so hard for over the years.

The first one who noticed something was off was Garcia. She had noticed how you seem more withdrawn, how you hadn‘t been going to drinks with them or cooking at Rossi‘s. How you seemed to always have an excuse, mostly about being tired or the case being rough for you but there was something in your eyes that she couldn‘t ignore. The blonde began growing worried, seeing you often working in one of the empty meeting rooms rather than your desk with the others, seeing you take your lunch outside the building instead of bringing something in for everyone the way you had before. She watched you avoid the team but she couldn‘t figure it out, initially worried something was bothering you outside of work. But she began checking on your habits a little, not noticing anything unusual but growing worried either way.

She had tried a few times to talk to you but you brushed her off, giving her an almost convincing fake smile, knowing all the tricks considering you are a profiler after all but she didn‘t seem convinced and the pain she saw behind your eyes worried her further. She tried to talk to Morgan first and he promised to keep an eye out and when he noticed the same, they decided to keep trying but neither of them managed to get you to talk until one day Penelope couldn‘t stand it anymore. „Damn it Y/N! what is going on? we are all worried sick about you, ever since that case you have been off, please tell us, if there is something bothering you we can help“ she shouted in frustration as she met you outside the elevators. It was loud enough for Emily and the others to hear this time and when you remained silent and left, the brunette became suspicious too.

The older woman tried for a while, subtly at first when she made sure to pick you up some coffee and breakfast in the morning too, putting it on your desk and starting some light conversation, wanting to make sure you are eating enough. But she wasn‘t getting much out of you, noticing how you always focussed your attention back to work, how you prefered to be teamed up with other members rather than her when you had to split up for cases. Emily had tried for an entire week to learn what is going on, worried that maybe the toll of being a young profiler was getting to you and that the last case had triggered something in you, the older woman unaware what exactly it had triggered yet.

She began noticing the little changes, seeing how tired you seem, pushing through your days and staying longer for hours working on your computer and going over files when everyone had already left. Yet you came in every morning looking bright as ever but the woman could see behind it all. The way you would occasionally supress yawns, how you drank more coffee than usual, even sometimes seeing a can of an energy drink by your desk which you had never touched before. Let alone how tired and broken you looked in the rare moments where your eyes would lock or she found you when you thought no one was watching. But Emily was watching, her concern for you growing with every passing moment, wanting nothing more than for you to be okay.

And one night she couldn‘t stand it anymore, seeing you reading over a case file, looking so pale and exhausted she thought you may break or fall asleep any second. „Hey“ she greeted when she stepped closer, her hand resting on your desk as you barely looked up from what you were doing. „Can I talk to you for a second?“ she tried, tilting her head to meet your eyes. „I‘m busy“ you whispered, not in the mood and at the same time able to have a conversation with her without seeing the scenario over and over again. „It won‘t take long“ she tried softly and you put down the case file before meeting her eyes.

„I think something is going on with you“ she stated and before you could protest she carried on „I have seen the way you have been since that mission, not sleeping, not eating, flinching and how you cry out when you fall asleep on the jet“. Instinctively you cross your arms, knowing it makes you easier to read but feeling defensive nevertheless. „I‘m here for you, you know that right? we are all worried sick and I thought“ she paused then, unsure of her next words but pushing them nevertheless. „I thought maybe you would want to talk to me about it“ she offered and questioned at the same time and for a split second you thought about it but you remained silent, your walls rising by the seconds as you brushed her off.

„I‘m fine Emily, just tired“ you muttered but your words made no sense considering what time it was. „Then why aren‘t you at home sleeping?“ she questioned and you simply muttered some reply that made her leave you alone in the end but the pressure of it all weighed heavily on your chest that night, feeling yourself slipping under the weight of it all. You had been unaware that two days later things would escalate and the pressure would finally lift. It was a simple chase really, entering an unsubs house, you and Morgan taking the front while Reid and Emily took the back. When gunshots errupted you froze, seeing the unsub on the floor moments later as you stepped into the room as Reid had shot him before he had the opportunity to use his gun.

But the flashbacks leave you trembling and once you finally get to the BAU, you run to the bathroom, missing how Garcia had seen your tear stained cheeks and how pale you looked. She knew she couldn‘t get the truth out of you and so she told Emily. It takes you seconds to fall apart, the tears pouring as you try and hold back the sobs, feeling the urge to throw up but at the same time unable to breathe. With all your strength left you grip onto the sink, hoping the cold water can soothe you. The brunette steps inside seconds later, making sure no one would enter as she makes her way over to you. „Y/N?“ she tries softly as her hands ground you, holding onto your shoulders for support as she sees your expression in the mirror. Her touch makes you hyperventilate as you realize it could have been her again and your world comes crashing down when you realize that after all, maybe you aren‘t cut out for the job anymore.

„Hey breathe for me“ she instructs before she reaches for some paper towels, quick to wet some and cool your cheeks a little. She reaches for your hands, letting cold water run over your wrists and the shock of it all brings back your ability to breathe as you stare at her both in shock and confusion. „I“ you try but she shushes you as she urges you to sit down, helping you hop onto the sink as she grabs some more paper towels to wipe your cheeks. Her touch is tender, almost as if you are the most fragile thing in the world and you hated how she looked at you, her eyes filled with so much and concern and pitty. And even now, you couldn‘t see the love in them.

„Are you gonna tell me what‘s going on now?“ she tries softly after wiping your tears. „I- I can‘t do this job“ you sigh, realizing that as long as Emily was near danger you couldn‘t perform well anymore, your love for her too strong. „Why? is it that case?“ she asks, her eyebrow furrowing as she can tell there is more to your statement. You remain silent, your heart beating out of your chest as the urge to tell her becomes overwhelming, overcoming you with an intensity that makes it hard to breathe again. „Because if it is, we can work through it, no matter what it is“ she tries, tilting her head to reach you and you force your eyes shut.

„I love you“ you blurt out the words, leaving you quicker than you can stop them. „I have loved you for so long and that stupid case made me realize that I couldn‘t cope if I ever lost you“ your breathing comes in uneven gasps at this point as the woman stares at you in disbelief. „I didn‘t know but then it was as if something broke in me, I never minded being on my own“ you pause before continuing „And then I realized that I love how impressive you are, how you never let this job get to you, how I love the way your nose does that thing when you are upset, your smirk rising when you are about to roast Reid, how it feels when your hand brushes mine, how words could never describe how beautiful you are“.

By the time you pause to collect yourself, more tears are streaming down your cheeks but you don‘t care „And I know its stupid and I know I just ruined everything but I can‘t sleep anymore and I can‘t think or breathe anymore because since that case, the only thing on my mind is you Emily“. There is silence for a long time, your eyes closed as you try and collect your breathing, trying to accept that you had just messed up the only meaningful relationship you ever had and losing the person that made you feel safe and the only job giving you purpose but it was worth it to speak your truth, your chest still feeling tight but the weight gone, allowing your mind to finally be at ease as the words you had been meaning to say finally left you, leaving nothing other than Emily‘s response.

But there isn‘t one. At least not at first, your words circling her mind as she realizes just how deep this was, how this wasn‘t a silly crush, how this wasn‘t immature, how those words had never been said to her, at least not with so much depth and honesty. And of course Emily loved you too, she always had, looking out for you on cases she wouldn‘t with others, having allowed you into her home and heart, trusting you with her past. But insecurity fills her for a second whether she could do your feelings justice, whether she deserved someone who loved her so truly and unconditionally but seeing you sitting there, eyes closed and breath trembling she can‘t help but step closer, her heels echoing in the quiet bathroom as she closes her eyes too, hands cupping your cheeks before her lips meet yours, causing your breath to hitch and your eyes to open for a second.

You watch slowly as her eyes close, her lips moving gently against your own as she pours every unspoken word into it. Slowly, your hearts beat against each other‘s chests, breath trembling as you both collect yourselves before her fingers gently wipe your tears. A smile fills her face, a shy and genuine one that she hadn‘t allowed herself to feel or share in a long time. „You are one of the best profilers I have ever seen and I‘m not going to let these feelings stop you from doing that“ she whispers as she moves closer and your foreheads touch. „We‘re gonna figure this out together okay?“ she asks and you nod against her before her arms wrap around you, steadying you as you both breathe together, the weight finally lifted off your chest. „But you have got me now sweetheart and we are doing this together“ she mumbles as she pulls back and locks eyes with you, her eyes traveling to your lips before they reconnect again, almost as if they had been meaning to from the beginning.

[emilysslvt]

omg your emily and hotch’s daughter fic 🤭🥵🥵 would you ever consider a part 2??

Our secret

i'm glad you asked, i had no other story ideas at the moment! i wanted to add some drama, so ignore me.. also, happy birthday to me:) but it's not til the 15th, i just wanted to post earlier

warnings: arguing, smut, edging (sorta)

After the night at the bar, you had been extremely busy with work. You haven't had the time for your date with Emily, but she'd still always tease you. Even if it was at work, you had found ways to sneak around without being caught. Well, hopefully.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Your thoughts immediately left your head as you looked up to see Derek in front of you.

You chuckled, shaking your head. Every thought you had was about Emily, and nobody knew about what you two had done in the bar. "Nothing. I'm just tired."

A smirk was plastered on his face, he knew you better than that. But he wouldn't pry you for answers. Thankfully, he had left you alone and he went back to his desk. However, the girl you admired had sat across from you at her desk.

Her eyes met yours, the sparkle in her eye always made you smile, make you feel like the happiest person in the world. You can tell so much emotion from someone's eyes.

"Y/n, my office please." Your father's voice made your head turn, breaking eye contact with Emily. Your coworkers made an 'ooo' sound, acting like children. Your eyes rolled, but you got up making your way to your fathers office.

You shut the door and sat down across from him. His eyes were looking at his paperwork, and he didn't look up. That always scared you, he was intimidating.

A couple minutes later, he finally looked up at you. "I need you to tell me about what you're doing with Emily." His voice was stern and full of anger. He couldn't possibly know.. could he?

"I'm sorry..?"

He never broke eye contact, which intimidated you more. "Y/n, tell me now."

"Dad, I don't know what you're talking about. She's my coworker, what else do you want me to say?" You did your best to stay calm, not looking guilty.

He scoffed, "I gave you a chance to tell me the truth." You watched him as he grabbed his phone, pulling up a picture of you and Emily. Her hand was around your waist, as you two kissed. You thought you were alone in that hallway, but it appears not. You were in disbelief, you didn't know what to say or do.

"I forbid you to see her."

"What?! That's not fair! You can't do that, I'm an adult and I can see whoever I want whenever I want." You protested, even though you'd lose against your father.

His hands slammed against the desk as he stood up, and you jumped. "Emily is my best friend, and on top of that my coworker! I will not allow for this to continue, and if it does I will place both of you on suspension or you'll be fired." His voice raised, and you wanted to cry. He never spoke this way to you, and you respected him but you couldn't at this moment.

You couldn't stop seeing her, she made you so happy. She was your favorite person, you couldn't. "Dad, I have so much respect for you, but I can't stop seeing her."

He scoffed, "it wasn't a choice, y/n. Stop seeing her. Now." His voice was filled with so much anger, you knew this was a losing game for you.

You stood up, "this isn't fair! Why are you doing this to me? Please don't make me."

"My decision is final."

You clenched your jaw, opening up the door. Your dad was already looking at his paperwork. You slammed the door as you left, making your way out of the bau. You kept your eyes forward, not looking at your wandering coworkers eyes.

You locked yourself into your car, and you started to breakdown. Your father has never acted like this before, he was a little uptight but he wasn't ever like this.

You suddenly jumped as a knock came from your window, you looked up, seeing Emily. Her face was filled with concern, and you unlocked the door. She made her way around the car, and into the passenger side.

Her hands cupped your cheeks, "what's wrong, my love? Why wre you crying?" You couldn't tell her, you didn't want to. You knew she would listen to your father, and take his side. You kept your eyes on the center counsel, as your tears fell down your cheeks.

"Baby, talk to me. I don't like seeing you like this, and I want to make you feel better." Her voice was soft and filled with concern.

You wiped your tears, finally looking up at her. "You can't. My dad said that.." you paused, trying to read her. She was patient, and she didn't push you for an answer.

"He said I can't see you anymore." Emily shifted in her seat, and she moved her hands. You thought this was it, and she was going to agree with him.

The car was silent, she didn't speak or look at you. You were worried, you have had a crush on her for ages. You couldn't lose her as soon as you got her.

Her voice broke your thoughts, "do you want to go on that date tonight?" Her eyes met yours, and you immediately smiled from relief.

Hours later, and Emily was at your front door. She eyed your body, admiring how beautiful you looked. "You look.. astonishing." You smiled, wrapping your arms around her neck, placing a soft kiss on her lips.

Her hands met your waist, rubbing your side. The kiss was slow at first, until Emily ran her tongue along your lip, pushing it into your mouth. As you pulled back for air, she smirked. "Good thing you pulled back, or else that dress would be off of you before we got into the restaurant."

You smiled, and she held her arm out for you. You linked your arms, making your way to her car.

You were at the restaurant, across from your lover. As the date went on, her face lit up. You loved her laugh, her smile, the way her eyes lit up every time you talked about something you loved.

You learned many things about Emily, you learned what her favorite hobby is, her favorite food, favorite alcoholic beverage, snack, what she does in her free time. You loved learning everything about her, you were happy she was opening up to you and still seeing you after everything you've been through.

After your perfect date night, you were in your driveway. You sat silently, looking at Emily. She smiled, leaning in. Her lips were inches apart from yours, she smirked, looking down at your lips.

"You know.. I've wanted to take that dress off of you all night." Her words made you shiver, the tone in her voice was filled with lust and desire.

You smiled, pulling back. "Then take it off." You quickly got out of the car, running into your house. Emily smiled, chasing after you. You went to shut the door in her face, but she beat you to it. Emily picked you up with one hand, as she slammed the door shut.

She pressed you against the door, as your legs wrapped around her. You laughed as her lips met yours, her hands running down your body. Her fingers danced along your skin, and you shivered.

Her hands slipped under your shirt, pulling it off of you. As your kiss broke, she began kissing your neck, sucking on your soft skin.

Her lips kept contact with your neck as she carried you to your bedroom, softly throwing you onto the bed. You held yourself up by your elbows, and Emily pulled her shirt off before climbing on top of you.

You smirked, grabbing the loop of her jeans to pull her up to you. She bit her lip, "impatient, are we?" She unclipped your bra as she watched you, your eyes never leaving hers.

Her eyes stayed on you as she leaned down, slowly swirling her tongue around your nipple. You laid against the bed, wrapping your arms around her waist. She smirked, biting your nipple as you tangled your hands in her hair. Her knee slightly pushed against where you needed her most, making you move your hips to feel her more.

Emily moved onto your other nipple, doing the same as before and she slowly slid her hand down your body, into your pants. You slightly spread your legs, giving her more access. She slowly circled your clothed clit, making you softly moan.

Her lips met your neck once again, and her hand stopped moving. She began unbuttoning your pants as she sucked a mark into your neck. "I wonder what Hotch will think of that." Emily smirked, pulling your pants off.

As she slid off your underwear, she kept her eyes on you. She sat between your legs, her hands gripping your thighs tightly.

As she kissed your inner thighs, you grew impatient. You needed her. "Emily, please.." you begged. Her smirk grew, as she leaned closer to your clit;

"What do you need? Hm?"

"I need you to fuck me. Please."

She smiled, "good girl." Emily ran her tongue along your clit, keeping her eyes on you. You kept your hands tangled in her hair, slightly pulling it. Emily was going at a slow speed, and it was killing you. You needed more of her.

You began moving your hips, but Emily quickly held them down. "Be patient. Or else I'll go slower." You nodded, and she smiled. Going back to circling your clit with her tongue, she went a bit faster than before, but still painfully slow.

As her speed increased, your moans got louder. She sucked and bit your clit, as she slid one of her fingers inside of you, moving it slowly. Her name slipped from your mouth multiple times, the way she made you feel was absolutely astonishing. You pulled Emily's hair tighter as she slid another one of her fingers inside of you, her pace increasing. You felt a knot in your lower stomach, and you felt your orgasm approaching.

Emily kept her speed, but every time she knew you were getting close she would slow down. She was edging you, making sure you hadn't cum yet. She replaced her tongue with her thumb, "if you want to cum, darling.. you better start begging." She whispered in your ear.

You could barely form any words, you were thoughtless. "Please, Emily. I need to cum, please.." You whispered, feeling your orgasm approach every time she sped up her movements. Emily's mouth was attached to your nipple, and she kept her current pace.

You figured she didn't think your begging was good enough, since she kept teasing you. "Please, mommy.." you whispered, feeling slightly embarrassed that she wouldn't like that. But your embarrassment quickly faded once Emily sped her movements up once again. Emily's name fell from your mouth as you came against her fingers. She let you ride out your high before removing her fingers, and putting them into your mouth. You sucked on her fingers, licking them clean.

"Such a good girl you are." Emily removed her fingers from your mouth, and she quickly got up, making her way to your bathroom. A second later she came back with a towel, cleaning your legs up. She threw the towel on the floor, and she laid beside you, pulling your body onto her chest.

Closing your eyes, you listened to her heartbeat. You felt so much comfort laying in her arms, like a teddy bear you'd cuddle as a child. Emily ran her fingers along your back, making you fall asleep quickly.