#prenitss

[veeluvss]

I loved your JJ x autistic daughter fics, and it got me wondering what Emily Prentiss would be like with an autistic daughter. I love your writing, and was wondering if you would consider writing one like this? Thanks!

Hii! Thank you for your ask, here is Emily with an autistic daughter :)

Listening

Monday morning came around quicker than the Prentiss duo wanted it to. Having had the weekend off, Emily was feeling refreshed and ready for another working week. She was ready to see her team again and hoped they felt as refreshed as she did. However, she didn’t want her weekend to end. She’d had a lovely weekend with her daughter. They’d gone to the aquarium as it was their favourite place. They’d both done their homework in their office, they’d had two movie nights and a whole movie day on Sunday. They just spent as much time together as possible. It was rare they both had a free weekend so it was nice to hang out together. 

Miley was still in bed, not wanting to go to school whatsoever. She hated it at the moment. She hated school in general, ever since she could remember. But Emily didn’t like her to stay home alone and be homeschooled whilst she worked and boarding school could never be an option. She was in a private school, which meant Emily didn’t like Miley missing days or even classes because it was expensive. Being the way she was, Miley didn’t have many friends. She struggled to interact with people and hold conversations for long periods of time. People thought she was weird because she never looked at them whilst she was talking. On top of that, she was super smart, smarter than the rest of the kids in her class. Like Spencer Reid, her uncle, she had an eidetic memory. She could revise so easily and retain information with a blink. She was in the year above the normal at school which meant she was a year younger than her classmates. Which made it even harder for her to make friends. And today, her best friend Daisy, wasn’t in. Daisy was Miley’s rock. She was older but she took Miley under her wing and they did everything together. Daisy was often at the Prentiss household with having such a busy household herself. However, Daisy was on a field trip with her geography class and Miley wasn’t chosen to go which meant a whole day without her other half. She couldn’t face it alone, not the bullies. 

“Miles, come on it’s nearly 8,” Emily said, entering her daughter’s room. “I’m not going,” Miley said, matter of factly. “Oh yes you are, come on, up.” Emily pulled the covers off her daughter’s head and walked to open the curtains. “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are, Miley. School is non-negotiable.” Emily was strict in her voice. She was adamant on Miley going to school, on top of that, she hated leaving her home alone and she couldn’t take her into the office with her today as they had a big staff meeting. “Hurry up or I’m going to be late for work,” Emily said as she left the room. Miley groaned loudly and pulled the cover back up over her head. She couldn’t sleep anymore but she did not want to go in. If she wasn’t ready, her mum couldn’t force her. 

“Young lady if you’re not out of bed, I’m going to be very upset,” Emily said as she came back down the hallway. “It’s 7.55 and you’re not even dressed. What is going on?” “I told you, I’m not going in.” “And I’ve told you, school is non-negotiable.” “But Daisy isn’t in. I’ll be alone.” 

Emily sighed, she knew how important Daisy was to Miley’s school life but that really was no excuse to miss a whole day of learning. Deep down, she knew her girl was clever enough to miss a day here or there, she knew she’d catch up easily. But at the same time, she had to put her foot down. Daisy wasn’t going to be there for Miley every day of her life in the future and with college coming up, they couldn’t afford to be as attached as they still were. “You can survive one day without Daisy,” Emily said, her tone softening. She walked to her daughter’s wardrobe and pulled out an outfit. A cute skirt and sweater as now it had got colder. 

“No. I can’t,” Miley groaned from under the covers. The idea of the bullies terrified her. As soon as they saw her alone today, they were going to attack her - she could feel it. “And why can’t you?” Emily sat on the side of the bed and pulled down the covers to see her daughter’s face. She needed to have a conversation about it because there was clearly something else bothering Miley. Miley paused. She couldn’t tell her mum about the bullies because then she’d march straight into the school, attempt to do something about it and it would fail and then the bullying would only get worse. “Come on, spit it out,” Emily said. “I just can’t,” Miley said and rolled over so she didn’t have to look at her mum. “Miley,” Emily sighed. “Come on, kiddo. I know there’s something going on.” “There’s nothing going on.” Miley hated lying to her mum but she knew she would try and help and only make it worse. “Is it the bullies again?” Emily asked, her voice gentle and understanding. Miley didn’t respond. She couldn’t say no now, not now she’d got it right. “How long has it been going on for?” Emily followed up her question, taking the no response as a response. “Daisy makes it better,” Miley managed to squeak out between her growing tears. She didn’t want to cry, she was an overly emotional person. She sniffed and Emily sighed quietly. “I know she does but she won’t be there forever.” “She will,” Miley replied, trying to keep her voice strong. Emily wasn’t an emotional person so having an emotional daughter made things difficult for her. She accommodated Miley’s needs when she needed to, she was a good mum in that sense but when she started crying out of nowhere, it made it hard for Emily to respond. She knew she needed a cuddle. 

Slowly, Emily laid down on the bed behind Miley and wrapped an arm around her torso. Miley quickly rolled over and cuddled herself into her mum. She knew her mum often didn’t know what to say when she was crying so silence and hugs helped. 

Once her tears subsided, Emily pulled back and brushed some wet, black hair from Miley’s face. “It’ll be okay. Do you want me to come in and speak to your teachers?” Emily asked. “Please, no,” Miley replied and began playing with her mum’s hair. The time was 8.15 and if Emily didn't’ leave now, she’d be late. She sighed and nodded. “How about you come with me today?” Emily asked. Miley, taken aback at the suggestion, looked up at Emily with shock. “But you said -” “I know what I said but clearly this is impacting you more than I realised. We have to put your mental health and wellbeing above a bit of school,” Emily explained. “But what about the money?” “Forget about the money, sweetheart. That’s my worry not yours. Plus, it’s one day. Daisy will be back to school tomorrow and so will you,” Emily said. Miley felt  weight lift off her shoulders and she smiled widely, pulling her mum into a hug. “Thank you for understanding,” she whispered. “I’ll always listen to you, you just have to talk to me,” Emily replied. “Now get dressed, I’ve got a meeting at 9 I can't be late for.”

The team loved having Miley, their little helper around for the day and Miley loved it too. She loved all of the BAU family, especially JJ and Penelope. They’d known her the longest and they all got along so well. She loved that her mum had listened to her and understood her needs for the day. She loved her mum, her very own Unit Chief. 

[tenpintsofsundrop]

Push and Pull

Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader (Smut Blurb)

Concept: While playing games with Viper, Emily (accidentally) plays on your attraction to her - something you had been trying to hide since you started with the BAU. The results end up being more than interesting.

Word Count: 2,800

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Warnings: smut; this is set during Season 4, Episode 9 (52 Pickup) and there is a lot of references to the episode in this, but I think you could read this without having seen the episode; mentions of typically sexist practices - in the form of 'pickup artistry': the reader character replaces Jordan Todd on the team; there is an age gap between Emily and the reader - Emily is older and the reader character is younger; the reader character uses she/her pronouns and has a vagina; mention of the reader wearing a dress and makeup; the reader has sexual fantasies about Emily - which include: pussy eating, fingering, rough sex, semi public sex, being called 'naughty girl'; most of the sex acts are in fantasies (this fic is mostly tension and build up and sexually adjacent situations rather than actual sex); masturbation (the reader masturbates); mentions of masturbation being unsatisfying or not feeling 'as good' as having sex with the desired partner; caught masturbating - Emily walks in on the reader; Emily refers to herself as 'Mama' (once); rough kissing, Emily gropes the reader through clothing, very light choking (from Emily toward the reader) (Emily puts her hand on the reader's neck and applies pressure for a few seconds to get her attention), Emily calls the reader 'needy little thing' (in this case the word 'little' is meant to be condescending and not a description of size); undertones of degradation kink; I believe that is everything.

A/N: The original request mentioned fake dating (and I would love to do that trope with Emily), but I couldn't stop thinking about how stunning and gorgeous Emily looks in this episode, and I thought it would be interesting to use it. Also the idea of a man basing his pickup techniques on women needing male validation when - hey, what kind of women wouldn't want or need male validation? A woman who is obsessed with the other gorgeous woman at the table. It was such a fun scenario to write about. I definitely wanna write more Emily fics in the future.

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At first, you really weren’t looking forward to it. 

Though it seemed fun in concept - having an excuse to dress up and go out to a club while on the job - Emily assured you that it was going to be miserable. 

The way Emily talked about the man - Viper. She almost made him sound worse than some of the confirmed killers you had dealt with during your short time at the BAU. She said that he was the scum of the earth, a waste of oxygen, that made her feel dirty just by giving her a weird look. She joked that she was ‘dragging you along’ because she didn’t want to suffer alone (that, and she needed backup, in case the guy truly was dangerous). 

From the way she talked about it, you thought the night was going to be miserable. 

You certainly didn’t expect it to be one of the best nights of your life. 

Viper frequented bars and nightclubs. So of course, nightclub appropriate attire was required. You rushed to a store and grabbed the first tight dress you could find (a red one with spaghetti straps that would pair well with a pair of modest black heels you already had in your bag for the job). You didn’t expect to come back and see Emily getting changed into a clingy black dress that fit her like sin, her makeup subtle but smokey. 

You had been actively suppressing your attraction to her, a gorgeous older woman, since you had joined the BAU a month ago. You told yourself that you could keep your lustful feelings under control because you would only be there temporarily, to replace their usual media liaison - who was on maternity leave. But seeing her dressed up like this, it certainly didn’t help with that suppression. 

Things only got worse when you got to the club and Viper descended upon the two of you. (You quietly whispered to Emily that his name should have been Vulture and the soft laughter she let out had your insides fluttering.) 

Turns out, Emily had been paying extra attention to the ‘push and pull’ technique that Reid had talked about. And even though you knew that it was just in the name of messing with the cocky man - you fell hook, line, and sinker for Emily’s combatants of this technique. 

See, rather than letting him push and pull the two of you - compliment one of you and leave the other one reeling for validation, Emily complimented you herself. She never let Viper leave room for you to need that validation. Not that you would ever need it from someone like him. But she certainly threw him off with this tactic. 

She supported you, focused far more of her attention on you than she did on him. The two of you never fell to the traditional ‘women in constant competition’ market that his techniques were built on. If she put far more of her focus on you and actively ignored him (or even not-so-subtly insulted him), then what could he do? 

Women not vying for his attention? It was a curveball for the ages. 

Clearly, he had no backup plan. He was struggling to keep up. 

If he called your dress cheap, Emily said how well the fabric complimented your amazing body. If he said your mascara was clumpy and poorly done, Emily said your eyes were naturally beautiful and shined bright without makeup anyway. 

The more annoyed it seemed to make him, the more she fawned over you. 

And it left you staring at her all night. Captivated by her beauty, her silky voice. You barely even knew that he was there as she laughed at him, engaged in his silly games, taunted him. 

By the time you left the club, you were almost high on the affection Emily had given you. 

The rest seemed to go by in a blur. The real killer was caught at a different club, and the team retired back to their hotel to get some rest before returning home. As you and Emily walked back to your shared room, you were still laughing and joking about the pathetic man who somehow made his living off of scamming men more pathetic than him. 

“And did - did you see the look on his face when I said ‘you probably go home alone, don’t you?’ - Like he - he couldn’t believe that I wasn’t falling for his BS,” Emily said, stuttering through her words as hardy laughter disrupted her speech. 

“It’s like he’s never met a confident woman in his life.” You replied, a delicate chuckle in your voice. 

It was a subtle compliment toward Emily, admiring her confidence in how well she had dealt with the scummy, overly cocky man. 

“No, not quite.” Emily sighed, using the keycard to open the hotel room door. 

Your insides fluttered even more when she held the door open for you. You couldn’t help but enjoy the domestic feeling behind it as you brushed past her body in order to get inside. 

Of course, she wasn’t even paying attention to the dreamy, starstruck look on your face as she continued speaking. 

“He’s never approached a confident woman before.” She quickly corrected, letting the door fall shut and click locked behind her. “He’s never approached a woman he thought he couldn’t con.” 

“And for some reason he dared you to ‘meet him on his turf’?” You questioned, repeating the words she had told you, when ranting about the previous interaction she had with the awful man. “You, of all people?” 

You had to wonder what about Emily Prentiss would come off as even slightly insecure or - what about her said that she would fall for his stupid tricks. In your opinion, it was like trying to outrun a cheetah using a tricycle. 

“Yeah, I guess he was counting on me being drunk and blinded by all his guyliner.” Emily joked, tossing her bag down onto one of the twin beds. 

You collapsed down onto the other bed with intense laughter. The joke itself was funny, but her delivery, her confidence, and her smile caused a spark through you that forced you to laugh off the tension before you jumped her bones. You had to be professional. You had to keep reminding yourself of that. 

“I call the bathroom first.” She announced. “I really need a shower after being drowned in Drakkar Noir all night.” 

You had to ignore the dryness in your throat and the heat between your thighs at the thought of her in the shower. Previously, it was something your mind could have easily glossed over, but after she spent the night fawning over you and capturing your attention completely, it was like you were a horny teenager again. Now all you could think about was her completely naked, droplets of hot water rolling across her skin, surrounded by steam. 

You had to pull yourself together. You had to be professional, for fuck’s sake. 

“But of course.” You told her, giving a smile and a nod. You motioned toward the bathroom, as if presenting it to her in a gentlemanly fashion. “I’ll probably just shower in the morning.” 

Emily nodded in acknowledgement of this, and there was no further conversation. 

This left your mind reeling, your body entirely tense and hyper aware of her every movement as she got ready. You had to busy yourself with grabbing your pajamas out of your own bag - an oversized X-Files tee shirt and a pair of comfortable cotton shorts - while she grabbed her toiletries bag and went into the bathroom. 

The water turned on and you tried your hardest not to think about her undressing and stepping under the stream as you changed into your pjs. You tried your hardest not to think about her tight, fit body relaxing under the steam. You tried your hardest not to think about soft bubbles rolling across her soft, pale skin. 

Clearly, you were failing. Failing not to think about her. Failing miserably when it came to suppressing your attraction for her. 

By the time you climbed into bed, there was a hard, hot pain between your thighs. 

You wanted so badly to simply roll over and go to sleep. You wanted to ignore it. But a very large part of you worried that if you didn’t ‘take care’ of that nagging arousal, then you wouldn’t be able to sleep. And if you didn’t sleep and you rolled into the next day with this attraction to Emily still at the forefront of your mind - then you wouldn’t be able to act normal around her for the travel day home tomorrow. You might say or do something stupid. 

You had to do something. 

The longer you laid there in bed, unconsciously squeezing your thighs together, feeling your pussy throbbing between them - thinking about Emily’s head being trapped between your legs - the more it bothered you. 

You had some time while she was in the shower, right? You could be quick. Of course you could. And if you heard the water turn off, you would simply stop. 

Before any true logic could catch up between your ears, a hand was sneaking below the waistband of your shorts. That hand easily went inside your underwear and found a natural place on your throbbing clit. You dipped down into your wetness (leaking out of you abundantly from how much you had been thinking about Emily) and slicked up the hot button before you began rubbing it in hard circles. You were determined to cum quickly and be done with it. 

You closed your eyes and tiled your head back against the pillow, your mind drifting back to her once again. You couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect she looked in that ruby lipstick. All night, you had felt jealous of the glass when she brought her drink up to her lips. 

You imagined her approaching you at a bar. 

You would be out by yourself, and she would see you from across the room. So entirely confident, she would see you and in a moment, know that she could have you. 

She would come up behind you, whisper sweetly in your ear, telling you how perfect you looked. She would smirk at your initial shyness when you giggled at the compliment. She would tell you that she couldn’t wait to get you home - that she wanted you and she wanted you now. 

So she would pull you into a bathroom, pinning you against a counter. And then she would shove her hand under your dress, only to find that you weren’t wearing any panties, just for her. She would scold you, call you a naughty girl. Her voice so sweet and condescending, only making you wetter. And then she would shove her fingers into your slick cunt and shove her other hand over your mouth, trying in vain to keep your whorish moans from being heard as you begged for her. 

“Emily, please,” You couldn’t stop the faint, needy moan that escaped you as you got lost in the fantasy. 

Of course, so lost in it, that you didn’t hear the shower turning off. 

Your pussy ached, leaking freely into your underwear, and your clit throbbed, emanating a needy pain out through your pelvis. You worked your fingers in more frantic circles, doubling down. Your hips canted up off the bed, knocking the covers off you slightly as dull pleasure radiated out across your hips. 

(Dull compared to what Emily would have given you, you were sure.) 

Even if it was unsatisfactory, you were close. 

“Emily-!” You cried out desperately, right on the edge of orgasm. 

“Hey, do you have some makeup remover I can borrow? I forgot-” 

Shock cascaded through your system and you instantly stilled your movements. This caused your orgasm to become a low hum in your pelvis once again as your eyes shot open in disbelief. 

Your gaze locked onto Emily where she stood in the bathroom doorway. Your insides were still with shock - embarrassment or any other emotion hadn’t even caught up yet. 

Steam ploomed around her and she was forced to hold up the hotel towel with one hand as it couldn’t fully wrap around her body, leaving a sliver of her skin exposed from her armpit to her knee - the curve of her breast, her waist, and her hip on full display. With her hair soaked and her bangs slicked back from her face, and true to what she had said, her makeup still on but slightly smudged from the shower - she looked utterly delicious. 

She was like a pornographic dream, live in front of you. 

You let out a quiet whimper at the sight. 

It was only then that your brain began to unfreeze from the shock, and you realized how truly incriminating you looked. The covers pooled around your thighs, your hand quite visibly inside your shorts, your face contorted with pleasure as your eyes scanned over her half naked body. You rushed to rip your hand out of your underwear - and you realized the sight wasn’t much better as your fingers glistened in the light. 

Emily’s eyes moved from your glistening fingers to your stiff, nervous body, your thighs still parted (as it would be too uncomfortable to clamp them down on your wet underwear and aching cunt). She smirked at you. She looked at you with the same devious, cocky expression that Viper had started out the night with - before she had taken him down notch by notch. 

The look alone caused any apology to be stuck in your throat. You waited for her to speak before you made any moves. 

“What were you thinking about?” She asked, her voice breathy, soft, yet entirely commanding. 

In that moment, caught in the smoldering gate of her eyes, you could find nothing but honesty pounding inside of your chest. 

“You.” You whined quietly. 

Emily chuckled gently. 

Your stomach twisted with embarrassment for the split second that you thought she might be laughing at you. But then you realized that it was, in fact, a sound of satisfaction. 

That realization hit you when she dropped the towel completely. She stood in front of you proudly, showing off all of her naked, wet glory. Her dark nipples pebbling in the air, the damp sheen of water making her skin glow like a dewy goddess. Quite obviously, she wanted you to look.

Your eyes traced a few thick droplets of water as they escaped her hair and ran down her body. You became absolutely mesmerized by the way gravity pulled the water over her collarbones, the teardrop curve of her breasts, the plushness of her stomach, across her pelvis, down her thighs. You imagined yourself tracing over those exact lines with your tongue. 

“Come to me.” 

Her silken voice snapped you out of your trance. Your eyes shot back up to her face once again, and in the sluggish moment that it took the words to get to your brain, she added something onto the command that absolutely knocked the wind out of you. 

“Come on. Come to Mama.” 

Her calling herself that name, so self assured, so certain - the phrase almost had you down on all fours, crawling to her like a dog. 

But instead, you scrambled to get upright and practically ran across the room to her on shaking legs. Entirely eager, you stood in front of her and leaned in to press your mouth against hers. Naturally, you expected that the interaction would start with a kiss. 

But she quickly reached up and stopped you with a hand on the side of your neck. You let out a harsh whimper of disappointment - one that quickly turned into a moan when she pressed her thumb into your windpipe with just enough pressure to make your brain go fuzzy. 

She was showing you who was in charge. 

“Not so fast,” She told you, her breath cascading against your lips now. 

Although she was completely naked and you were clothed, it was very apparent that she was the one in complete control. 

“Tell me how badly you want it.” She ordered, her voice low and almost gentle - a soft domineering that caused the hairs on your arms to stand up straight. 

“I want it so badly,” You easily replied, your voice intensely needy. “I need it. I need you, Em.” 

Emily reached up with her other hand and - with no warning - harshly gripped your pussy through your underwear and shorts. This caused sharp shocks of arousal to flow through you, making you moan out weakly. It was a dizzying euphoria that had you bucking into her hand. You almost came from that single touch alone. 

“Needy little thing.” She purred. “I am gonna have so much fun with you.” 

This was her last verbal sentiment before she pulled you forward by that hand on your neck and silenced any further moans with a bruising kiss.

[blackbird-brewster]

Rating: Explicit Relationships: Tara Lewis/Emily Prentiss Additional Tags: Family Vacation, Established Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Dry Humping, Coitus Interruptus, Strap-Ons, Mention of Canon Events, Canon Queer Character, Canon Queer Character of Color, CM Kink Bingo 2024 Series: Part 8 of Temily: A Love Story, Part 11 of CM Kink Bingo 2024 Summary:

Tara and Emily must make-do when the team's weekend retreat immediately hits a snag as everyone is forced to share a single cabin for three days.

[All works in my ‘Temily: A Love Story’ series take place in the same timeline but can each be read individually.]

Prompt Fills: Dry Humping (for @cmkinkbingo2024) and Cabin Retreat (for @storiesofsvu bday bingo)

[jenny-from-the-bau]

Emily Prentiss is ABSOLUTELY an ABBA fan!

[ssamorganhotchner]

https://open.spotify.com/track/75hCdrSo0x1La6xUNGnvGv?si=Bt91TBk1TpqxjtVCZlnlpA&context=spotify%3Aartist%3A5sBBS3CQNPDzmuTJjYwnpa

DROP WHAT UR DOING AND LISTEN TO THIS EMILY PRENTISS CODED SONG OH MY GOD MY TINY MAN BRAIN CANNOT TAKE THIS

ALDFKJDLFAKFK OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK MITCH YOU CANNOT LEAVE ME WITH THIS COME BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!

[emily12o1970]

Criminal Minds; Season 5; Emily Prenitss

[fjareau-prentiss]

JJ: Emily, did you just ran over Morgan because he beat you at that video game you guys were playing at the jet?

Emily: *quietly* maybe

JJ: Emily Prentiss, look at me

Emily: I'm sorry, it won't happen again

JJ: Now tell Morgan you're sorry

Emily: Fine, let's go, what hospital is he in again? I'll drive

[criminal-hotch]

emily + possible love interests

the thing that pissed me off the most about the cm writers other than making reid's life hell and slowly destroying all the other team members' lives is that they gave emily chemistry with almost everyone and then gave her to a random guy later on in the series.

emily + hotch, they had chemistry 100% around seasons two-five and then the writers just dropped it. it wouldn't have taken much for them to add in a few more scenes where they stare at each other a bit too long or scenes where they hug each other after bad cases, clinging on to the other, just breathing in the fact that they were alive. this post talks about some hotchniss subtext throughout the show that the writers could’ve built upon if they had wanted to make it canon.

emily + jj, one of the most popular non-canon ships in this fandom. lots of people ship them and there’s definitely chemistry. i love that jj's happy with her husband and kids but if they had explored jemily early on, it would've been amazing! i 100% believe they fucked in paris, fight me.

emily + morgan, while this friendship is definitely one of my favorites, it really could've been something more, maybe after she came back from the dead. they get along great together and are great partners. when emily "died", morgan was the one to find her and was the one to come directly to her about his issues with dealing with her death (while reid took it more out on jj and garcia and rossi suffered but didn’t blame emily, hotch or jj). while i ship her more with hotch or jj, emily + morgan really could've been something.

moral of the story: emily had chemistry with three amazing characters and could've had epic love stories with either of them, but the writers couldn't let us be happy, huh

[hotch-girl]

EMILY PRENTISS + BLACK in 7x18 “FOUNDATION.”

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

the “you don’t trust women as much as men” to “hotch’s final request was that emily prentiss beecomes the BAU’s new unit chief” pipeline x 

[ropoto]

EMILY PRENTISS IN 3x15 "A HIGHER POWER"

[veeluvss]

My Girl, Lily Prentiss (1)

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

Her blonde hair flew in the wind as Emily spun her around. The young girl giggled, holding onto Emily's shoulders and feeling the air in her hair and face. This was everything she'd ever wanted. "Right, right," Emily chuckled, setting the girl down on the grass. "Emily is tired now, how about we head inside?" Emily asked. However, the young girl whined, shaking her head. "Again! Again!" She pleaded, raising her arms up to Emily. Emily laughed. "Once more, Lily."

Emily sighed, leaning back in her chair. She could hear the familiar banter in the bullpen outside her office but it didn't light her up like usual. She had a bad feeling, a terrible feeling and she couldn't get the memories of the sweet baby out of her mind. She remembered the way her hair smelt after she had bathed her, the way she clung to her each and every night, praying her daddy wouldn't take Emily away. She remembered her giggles when she'd tickle her or the way she used to whisper her secrets in Emily's ear. Prentiss couldn't help but smile, feeling the wave of love wash over her. It had been ten years and she still loved the girl like she was her own.

"Hey boss," Garcia said, knocking on the door. "Come in," Prentiss replied. Garcia opened it, letting her pigtails and bright pink dress bounce into the room. Prentiss smiled at her. Lily would love Penelope, the way she was so colourful, so fun - so bright. A breath of fresh air. "Are you ready to present the case?" Garcia asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Emily was smiling at her, in a trance. "Boss?" "Oh- sorry," Prentiss muttered, standing up. She grabbed her tablet and smoothed out her hair "yeah, let's go."

- ✩ -

"Tell me, agent," Gerald, the victim's father said, standing up. "Have you ever lost a daughter? Someone, you love unconditionally? Lost her? She just vanishes and you -" he choked, unable to finish his sentence.  The team were dealing with child abduction. A young girl, 15, Rose and her friend, Ella, had gone out for a sleepover one night but never got to either of the girls' houses. Two weeks earlier, another two teenagers went missing, they'd both been found dead in a river two days later and the local PD put it down to suicide after an autopsy report but now, with two more missing teens in such a short period of time, they couldn't help but feel they'd done the families an injustice. Emily was tough, putting up her walls - staying professional. But now, when addressed with such a direct question, she had no words. Morgan spoke up, "we understand this is hard for you Sir and we are doing everything we can to help find Rose..." "Everything you can?" Gerald climbed, raising to his feet again. "You're in here asking me all these stupid questions instead of being out there looking for my girl!" Emily knew then, this had something to do with the father.

Two days later, the girls were found in an abandoned shed by Rosa's holiday home out in the woods. Gerald was arrested and taken into custody. Both girls, although with severe trauma and worn out, were okay. The team headed home on the jet in silence. No one expected such a turn of events.

Later that night, Emily and the team sat around the island at Rossi's mansion. Laughing and joking away. As soon as Penelope had seen them and reports were written, they'd managed to feel better about the case. "I must ask Emily," Spencer said, looking up from the table. Everyone turned to Spencer, looking between them both. "How did you know it was Gerald who had them?" The team were silent, all wondering the same thing. Emily shrugged, "I know fake love for a daughter when I see it." She answered simply before downing her beer in one. She wanted to stop thinking about Lily.

- ✩ -

It was 3.30 am and Emily couldn't sleep, unable to shake the bad feeling. Lily was everywhere and every time she closed her eyes, it was all she could see. Without music on, her voice, her laugh was all she could hear. Going to her wardrobe, she pulled out a photo album. She turned off her playlist, letting silence envelop her as she felt the outside. The soft felt sent her all the memories. She opened to the first page, finding the most beautiful picture of her girl. Her smile was wide, ear to ear and her eyes sparkled with tears of happiness. Emily remembered that day like it was yesterday. Her hair fell over her shoulders, knotted and tangled from the wind and the 'flying'. It was Emily's favourite day with Lily. The last. But favourite day.

The next morning, Emily woke up with her phone ringing. She stumbled up from the floor, assessing the situation. The photo album was open on the floor, on the page of Lily and her, Lily kissing her on the cheek. Her phone rang again, pulling her out of the trance of sleepiness and love. It was JJ. "JJ," Emily said, sitting heavily on her bed, still unable to tie her eyes from the picture on the floor. "Emily, hi," JJ breathed out a sigh of relief. "There's someone in your office. Literally screaming for you. Where are you?" Emily instantly thought the worst. She shot up and began getting dressed, keeping JJ on the phone. "Who are they?" "They just charged in here, telling everyone it was vital they saw you. There are two of them. A man and a woman, Emily, what's going on?" "JJ," Emily whispered, down the phone. "Emily," JJ replied, concern evident in her voice. "I need you to go and ask them a question," Emily said. "Tell them I'm on my way but ask them something." "Of course, what is it?" "Ask them if it's about Lily."

Emily had never driven with her sirens on into work before but her heart was beating faster than she was travelling on the roads and she could have sworn she'd run a few red lights. But right now, she didn't care. She knew there was a reason she couldn't get her out of her head.

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[5raysofsunshine]

Excited (part 2) - Emily Prentiss x Reader smut

Description: Emily comes home after being away on a case for three days with a surprise for you, inspired by a dream you had told her about the morning she left. It leads to you having a very good evening.

Rating: Explicit 18+ (sex, cursing, dirty talk, etc.)

Word count: 3,540k

This fic is split into 2 parts, this is part 2. You can read part 1 here.

This is my third fic for @sweetprentiss’s Emily Prentiss Birthday Bingo challenge! The prompt is "are you... are you wearing a strap on?" and YES SHE SURE AS HELL IS!!! I’m hoping to complete as many fics for this challenge as I possibly can because Emily deserves 💕ALL THE LOVE💕 so be on the look out for more Emily Prentiss content coming your way!

Special thanks to of course iv @sweetprentiss and ari @arigotssomekinks for the love and support and again I'm so sorry it took me like a month to finish this thing but at least it's done so I can finish all my other wips!

Enjoy! Feel free to like and reblog and comment because I love attention!

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You’re sitting on the couch snacking on raspberries with a book in your hand, but you’ve been rereading the same page for the past fifteen minutes. Your mind is having a hard time absorbing the words since all you can think about is seeing Emily for the first time in three days. She’s been out of state working with the team on a case, and you’ve missed her terribly. The morning of the day Emily left was so memorable that you couldn’t help but replay it in your head while she was away, making you crave her touch. You glance down at your watch to check the time, Emily had called you an hour and a half ago to let you know she was on her way home, so you knew she should be home any minute now. You sigh, dropping your book in your lap as you pop another raspberry in your mouth.

Suddenly you hear the front door open.

“Emily?” You call from the living room.

“Yup.” Emily responds as she tosses her keys and phone on the table by the front door.

You jump up from the sofa and start walking towards your girlfriend. “Welcome home, Em! I missed you so much.”

“Aww I missed you too, y/n. Come here, sweetheart!” Emily holds her arms open and you tackle her in a big hug. You both laugh as you hold each other, swaying back and forth.

“Gimme kiss please, I haven’t kissed you in three days!” You exclaim as you lean your head back towards Emily’s face, puckering your lips. Emily’s immediate response is pressing her lips to yours. She hums contently at the contact, the sound causing vibrations against your mouth.

You tried to pull away to ask her about the case she was working on, to see how the flight back to Quantico was, trying to start any kind of catch-up conversation. But Emily apparently had no interest in speaking as she held you in her arms and kissed you over and over, her hands roaming all over your body and caressing your hips, chest, and neck. You kiss and grab at her body in return, knowing you both were desperate for each other’s touch.

Emily guides you back to the sofa as you both continue kissing, nibbling, biting each other’s lips. The back of your knees hit the edge of the sofa cushions causing you to collapse onto the sofa, Emily hovering over your body as she nuzzles her nose against your cheek.

“I want you naked, right now. Let me see my beautiful girl.” Emily says as she begins stripping you of your t-shirt and yanking off your jeans. She reaches around and unlatches your bra with one hand, tossing it on the floor. Then she hooks her fingers under the waistband of your underwear and slides the garment down your legs before adding it to the pile of your clothes on the ground.

“Wait here, I have a surprise for you.” Emily says before turning away to grab her bag.

“A surprise?” You remain seated, kneeling on the sofa. You watch as your girlfriend disappears down the hall, and your curiosity grows the longer she’s gone.

A couple minutes later you hear her call from the hallway, “Be a good girl and close your eyes.”

You do as you're told, closing your eyes and smiling. You loved it when Emily would return from a long case with surprises for you, whether they were gifts she picked up from the places she traveled, dinner from your favorite restaurant that she grabbed on the way home, or something new to try in the bedroom. By the way Emily has acted so far since she returned home, you assume it’s the latter.

You hear Emily’s footsteps grow closer to you until you sense that she’s once again standing in front of you. Reaching your hands out to touch her, you are disappointed to find that she’s still clothed. “Excuse me ma’am why are you not naked?”

Emily pulls you in by your hips for a kiss and grabs your hand, guiding it to her belt. “Do you feel it?”

“I... feel your belt? Do you want me to-”

Your hand wanders below her belt and you stop as soon as you touch something hard through her slacks. Something that usually isn’t there. You gasp and your eyes widen with surprise, “Emily, are you... are you wearing a strap on?”

She nods, “Yeah I-uh... I picked one up on the way home. I couldn’t stop thinking about that dream you had and how hot that morning was. And every night I was away, I kept replaying the things you said over and over in my head before falling asleep.”

You can’t help but grin widely, “Aww, you really liked it didn’t you?”

Emily nods and cups your face with both hands, “Right now I want you so bad I swear if I actually had a dick it’d be rock-fucking-hard for you. I want to please you in any way you desire, y/n. But, if you want me to take it off, I-”

You shake your head, again pressing your palm against Emily’s bulge, rubbing it through her slacks. “No, please leave it on... I am sooo excited!”

She chuckles, “Me too! I hope you like it.”

“Well can I see it?” You ask as you start undoing her belt, not wanting to wait for permission.

Emily grabs your hands to stop you before you can pull the leather strip through the metal buckle, “Ah ah ah, try again.”

You pout, “Please, Emmy. Can I see it?”

“See what, baby? Tell me what you want.”

“Oh,” you feel a heat start to spread across your cheeks, “I... I want to see your cock. I want to see what it looks like.”

Emily releases your hands, “Good girl, go ahead.”

You finish undoing your girlfriend's belt and unbuttoning her pants, the anticipation making your hands tremble. You grab onto the toy and pull it out. It's marbled black and red silicone and appears to be about 7 inches long. As you run your hand up along the shaft to the head you notice it has a velvety and veiny texture.

"Fuck," you whisper.

Emily grins, “Do you like it, baby?”

All you can do is nod, you're speechless. Emily cups your face and kisses you softly, the passion beginning to build as her tongue slips past your lips. You take her tongue into your mouth, pressing yours against it. You wrap your lips around her tongue and suck lightly, eliciting a moan from Emily as she grips your hips tighter, her short nails digging into your skin.

You push Emily to step back so you may stand from the sofa. You shrug Emily's blazer off her shoulders and start unbuttoning her shirt, spreading apart the two pieces of fabric to either side of her body, exposing the creamy skin of her chest that harshly contrasts with the navy blue silk bra she's wearing.

"You're so beautiful," you say as you press yourself against your girlfriend, leaving open mouth kisses on Emily's chest. You feel the toy Emily bought rub against your thigh, reminding you of the experience that awaits.

"Bedroom. Now." Emily whispers as you step back to meet her gaze.

You nod, stumbling off the sofa and hurrying towards the bedroom, Emily following close behind as she continues stripping herself of her clothes. You hear her shuffling out of her boots, her belt clattering to the floor followed by the rest of her clothes.

Once you’re standing next to the bed you turn around to face Emily, who is now naked with the exception of the leather harness holding the toy in place at the apex of her thighs. The image of her standing before you like that, with her lips parted and her chocolate eyes looking you up and down, sends a shiver through your body. Goosebumps begin to form on your skin and Emily hasn't even touched you yet. Your eyes lock on Emily's cock as she approaches you, the rigid toy bouncing with each step. You can't help but giggle at the sight.

“What are you all giggly about?” Emily asks with a grin.

“This,” you say as you grab Emily’s cock in your hand and tug on it, pulling Emily in close.

You both chuckle before taking a moment of silence to stare into each other’s eyes.

“Thank you, Em.”

“For what, y/n?”

“For this... and for the really good fucking I’m about to receive.”

Emily shakes her head, poking her tongue out to lick her lips, “Oh, don’t thank me now baby, I haven’t even made you cum yet.”

You nibble on your bottom lip, bouncing on your heels, “Mmm, we better get started then.”

You fall back onto the bed and Emily crawls on top of you, using her hands to spread your legs so she can rest between them.

“I’m gonna get you nice and wet for me, baby.” Emily purs in your ear before attacking your neck in sloppy open mouth kisses, niping your skin with every other kiss. Emily’s mouth makes its way down to your chest. She takes one of your nipples in her mouth and softly laps at it with her tongue before sucking on the hardened peak.

Your hands tangle in Emily’s hair, holding her head to your chest. “Harder,” you ask, and Emily obliges, taking your breast in her mouth and sucking harder than before. You throw your head back onto the pillow and groan as Emily continues to lick and suck on your chest, leaving small red hickies all over your chest and trailing down your stomach.

Emily’s head is now between your thighs, her back arched and her ass up in the air. She kisses the insides of your thighs before diving into your pussy, licking a long stripe up your folds before nuzzling her nose into your clit. Her tongue swipes across your clit soft and slow but quickly picks up speed, your hips start to squirm at the sensation.

Her hands press down on your hips, holding you in place. “Be a good girl and stay still for me, can you do that?” Emily commands, looking up at you.

At first you just nod, but Emily needs more than that.

“Use your words, y/n.”

You peer down your body to meet Emily’s gaze, “Yes ma’am.”

Emily nods, approving your response before once again connecting her mouth to your pussy. Her lips and tongue caress your clit and you try your absolute best to keep your hips from moving around too much, but with each flick and kiss you receive, the more pleasure you feel. Your moans grow louder and curse words and compliments are falling out of your mouth.

“Fuck yes baby, just like that. Just like that- ohhh god, please just-” you sharply inhale and squeal as Emily slides a finger into you.

“Play with your chest, I want to make you cum for me.”

You immediately place both hands on your breasts, pinching and twisting and pulling at your nipples, groping and scratching at your pillowy flesh.

Emily’s finger thrusts in and out of your pussy very easily since you’re so wet, and it doesn’t take her very long to add another.

“Oh fuck- Emily!” You gasp out as Emily starts twisting her fingers and hitting the spot deep inside you that makes your muscles begin to tighten up. You tear your hands away from your chest to clutch at the blankets, needing something to hold onto as your orgasm builds. You start to squirm again but Emily wraps her arm around your thigh and presses her forearm down across your hips, her mouth and tongue do not let up one bit.

“Oh shit I’m gonna cum! Em, I’m gonna cum! Don’t stop, please don’t stop! Ohhh goooddd, Emilyyy!” You cry out as your orgasm washes over you, your body flushing with heat as you writhe on the mattress in ecstasy. Emily’s movements slow and eventually seize as you twitch from aftershocks.

Your hands reach for her face, “Kiss me, baby, kiss me,” you beg with a smile as your body begins to relax.

Emily gladly lets you pull her up to be at eye level with you, crashing her lips against yours. You eagerly open your mouth to allow her tongue to enter, moaning as you taste the sweet tang of your own cum.

“Mmmm, that was so good,” you mumble against Emily’s lips. She pulls away to look you in the eyes, admiring your blissed out expression.

“Aww, my sweet girl... let me know when you’re ready for more, because...” Emily begins peppering butterfly kisses to your cheek and around your ear while whispering, “I’m gonna make you feel so good with my cock... you’re gonna love it baby... you deserve all of my devotion tonight... I wanna give you all of me... I want you to feel all of me.”

Emily has such a romantic yet filthy way with words, and her soothing sultry voice just increases the effectiveness of her dirty talk. Despite just having a really good orgasm, your excitement makes the adrenaline pump through your veins, giving your body enough energy to prepare for what’s coming next.

“I’m always ready for you, Em. I’m always ready for more.”

“Awww, good girl. We’re gonna have so much fun, but if you need me to stop just let me know, okay? You gotta use your words.”

“I will, I promise.”

Emily shifts to sit between your legs. She reaches over to grab a small bottle of lube and squeezes a couple drops onto the toy that’s still attached to her groin. Her hand wraps around the shaft of the cock and begins rubbing and coating the toy with the water based liquid. You watch in awe, the motion of Emily’s hand stroking up and down slowly makes your mouth water. Emily realizes how mesmerized you are by her actions and begins to moan, acting as though she’s actually touching herself.

“Do you like what you see, sweetheart?” she asks, biting her bottom lip as she gazes down at you.

You nod, “Yes. It’s so hot watching you play with yourself like that.”

“Is there anything else you want me to do? Anything you want to see?”

You take a moment to ponder what to say, wanting your words to elicit a reaction from Emily that will help turn her on even more than she already is. She loved it when you talked dirty with her, and you wanted nothing more than to give her what she wanted.

“I want you to keep rubbing your cock and tell me how badly you wanna fuck me. You do want to fuck me, don’t you pretty girl?”

Emily moans, a small whimper escapes past her lips. “Yes, yes I want to give you what you want.”

“Aww, how cute. After three days of not being able to touch me, I bet you’re aching for me, just like I’ve been aching for you. I’ve been craving you... I’ve been craving your cock. I want you to slip it inside me and make me whine and beg for you. Do you want that baby? To see me writhing under you as you pump in and out of me?”

You smirk as Emily groans, your words causing her hips to buck up into her hand. She’s biting and tugging on her bottom lip, whimpering and panting as she continues to rub her cock. You decide to take it a step further and start rubbing your clit in soft slow circles, making her watch as you touched yourself. You keep your eyes locked on Emily, who is distracted by your actions. “Talk to me, Emily. Tell me what you want.”

Your girlfriend puffs out a breath of air, her free hand coming up to knead at her breast and tweak her nipple.

“I... fuck- I want to put my cock inside you so bad. You look so pretty with your legs spread and your pussy glistening. I just- god, I want to make you feel good y/n, and I know I can if you let me slide myself inside you. Please, baby. Please let me bury myself inside you. I’m so hard for you it hurts.”

Emily’s words echo in your brain as you lick your lips. You continue to drink in the sight of your girlfriend sitting between your legs with her mouth parted, a slight blush across her cheeks, and her hand still rubbing her cock.

You stop touching yourself and start groping your chest, “Then come here baby, I’m all yours.”

Emily grins widely as she shifts to hover over you, lining her hips up with yours. She presses the head of her cock against you, gliding it up and down the length of your pussy.

“Mmm, that feels really good, but I really want you inside- ohhh fuck”

The tip of her cock pushes against your entrance and slips past your folds. Your hands fly up to cup the back of Emily’s neck, gathering a handful of her hair and gripping it at the roots. Emily groans before chuckling, “Sorry, I-uh, I got really excited. Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yes, more than okay. Keep going, please.”

Emily pushes her hips forward a little more, slowly. You lean up on your elbow to peer down between your bodies to watch the toy disappear inch by inch, occasionally backing out before moving deeper inside you.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, collapsing back onto the mattress as Emily leans on her forearms and presses her body flush against yours. Your hands cup her face to bring her into a passionate kiss as she moves her hips, gently thrusting her cock in and out and building a slow steady rhythm. You can feel the toy sliding against your walls, the veiny texture causing fantastic friction.

“You’re such a good girl for taking my cock, do you like the way it feels?” Emily murmurs against your lips.

“Yes.”

“How do you want me to fuck you, baby? Soft? Fast? Deep?” Emily coos in your ear, licking and sucking on the lobe.

“Faster, please.”

“Mmm, good girl for saying please.” Emily shifts and grabs your leg by the back of your knee, hiking it up to wrap around her hip. Her thrusts grow quicker, each push and pull sending shocks through your body. Your eyes flutter closed as you moan loudly. Emily’s fingertips dig into your thigh as she holds you in place, grunting with every fast deep movement of her hips. The sound of your wet pussy taking Emily’s cock is like music to your ears, you’re so wet for her it’s almost embarrassing.

“Oh you feel so good baby, you’re fucking me so well! Oh god, this feels amazing!” You exclaim. Emily licks a long strip up your neck and sucks on your pulse point.

She pants against your skin, “Come on sweetheart, I wanna make you cum. I wanna feel your walls tighten around my cock and hear you chant my name as I fuck you silly. Come on baby, cum for me.”

Emily picks up the pace and more moans and whimpers escape past your lips. You dig your nails into Emily’s back and she hisses at the pain but doesn’t lose her rhythm. You feel yourself getting closer and in a matter of minutes you’re being thrown over the edge, clutching onto Emily as she presses her cock deeply into you, holding you close as you convulse beneath her. You make sure to keep your eyes focused on Emily, knowing she loves to watch you come undone, her pupils are blown out and her hair is sticking to her forehead, her face donning a huge smile as she pants.

Emily carefully places your leg back down onto the bed and slowly pulls her cock out of your pussy. You wince at the uncomfortable feeling and your expression catches Emily’s attention. “Sorry, my love, did I hurt you?” she asks, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You shake your head, “No, I’m okay,” you say with a smile as you push Emily to lay on her back beside you. You laugh, ‘I’m not gonna lie, that was absolutely mind blowing.”

Emily hums, reaching for your hand and holding it. “Glad you liked it.”

“But did you? Like it?”

Your girlfriend laughs, nodding, “Yes, very much. You looked like you had a really good time, I’m kinda jealous.”

“Aww, well don’t worry Em. You’ll have your turn. Probably not tonight though, I don’t think I have the energy.” You say as you roll over to lay on top of Emily, laying your head on her chest.

“Don’t worry my love, all I care about right now is holding you. I love you,” Emily whispers.

You smile, listen to Emily’s heartbeat as she runs her hand up and down your back, tracing patterns on your skin. You're so glad your girlfriend is home, and even more glad that she decided to surprise you.

[blackbird-brewster]

CM Fanfiction on AO3

I'm a bit of a stats nerd, and I've been wanting to put this together for ages. The following are some statistics regarding Criminal Minds fanfiction of AO3. Do with this what you will, but if ever someone tries to tell me this fandom isn't misogynistic -- I will just point to this post.

I spent an abhorrent amount of time putting this together, hope it's interesting to other people. Please don't send me hate mail for my opinions.

Base Statistics

Total Fics Tagged Criminal Minds: 34,561

These stats were compiled by me on 20/06/23 via AO3's filtering system.

Note: These were taken at face value, meaning these numbers may not be exact. In order to get exact statistics, I'd have to stringently filter out things like mislabelled fics, spam, fics with multiple categories (to find pure slash, femslash fics), etc.

Tumblr will destroy the resolution of the graphs, just click to see full res :)

Fanfic statistics gathered from AO3, episode totals gathered from IMDB.

CM Fanfiction by Category

Most Popular Category: F/M (26.2%)

Fics Counted in This Statistic: 34,561

These totals weren't all that surprising, in a fandom that is largely obsessed with two men and no one else, I sort of expected this.

The only reason F/M has the largest amount of fics (vs M/M) is because 37% of all F/M fics are "Spencer/Reader". (More about pairings below)

If 'x reader' fics were excluded from the data, then the distribution would skew to: 34% M/M vs 24% F/M

Sorry, I just saw the 'other' category is the same colour as F/M on the graph. Other accounts for 2.3% of all fic categories

CM Fanfiction by Rating

Most Popular Rating: Teen and Up (30.3%)

Fics Counted in This Statistic: 34,561

I think it's interesting that the most popular ratings are Teen and General -- even though a huge portion of readers only read Mature/Explicit. There are absolutely incredible works that are rated Teen and General, and it's just a shame people don't read them as much as smut. That's probably the same in most fandoms though.

Top Relationships for Each Rating: General Audience: Spencer/Reader Teen and Up: Morgan/Reid Mature: Hotch/Reid Explicit: Hotch/Reid Not Rated: Spencer/Reader

It's no secret that this fandom worships Hotch and Reid above all other characters, but I think there's something to be said that a M/M ship dominates the Mature and Explicit ratings. Slash fic (M/M) has always been more popular than femslash (F/F) in pretty much any fandom, and the history of fetishization of mlm relationships in fanfiction (the fetishisation usually being written by cishet women, not talking about queer people writing queer fic) is always worth discussing.

CM Fanfiction - Top 10 Characters

Most Popular Character: Spencer Reid (19.9%)

Fics Counted in This Statistic:*indeterminate due to crossover (multiple characters per each fic)

No surprises here with the top three being the men who make up some of the most popular ships.

Notice how Jack Hotchner, a CHILD who was in 22 eps out of 300+ -- is featured in MORE fics than main characters (who were in multiple season) like: Luke, Matt, Tara.

CM Fanfiction - Top 10 (BAU) Characters

Most Popular Character: Spencer Reid (20.5%)

Fics Counted in This Statistic: *indeterminate due to crossover (multiple characters per each fic)

This one is filtered by BAU members only. Sorry, 'reader', this is about main characters only.

Notice how Gideon (45 total episodes, 2015 fics) and Elle (27 total episodes, 1371 fics) made the top 10 list even though characters who were on the show for YEARS missed out.

Main Characters not in the Top 10: (* denotes section chiefs. Bold denotes characters who appeared in more episodes than Gideon) *Erin Strauss (24 total episodes, 1361 fics) Alex Blake (48 episodes, 1190 fics) Tara Lewis (97 episodes, 1108 fics) Matt Simmons (49 episodes, 642 fics) Ashley Seaver (13 episodes, 279 fics) Kate Callihan (23 episodes, 247 fics) Jordan Todd (8 episodes, 130 fics) *Mateo Cruz (6 epsiodes, 88 fics) Stephan Walker (15 episodes, 66 fics)

All three men who didn't make the Top 10 are men of colour. Which is worth pointing out because the main reason Derek and Luke both made Top 10 is because they are popularly shipped with Reid. Outside of Morgan/Reid and Reid/Alvez -- I doubt they would have been tagged as much as they are.

Also worth nothing that Tara Lewis who appeared in 97 episodes, which makes her the EIGHTH highest billed character (above Luke, Gideon and Elle) -- doesn't even make the Top 10 most written about characters. She also happens to be the ONLY Woman of Colour on this list. Coincidence? Doubtful. She's also the ONLY canonically QUEER character -- and yet....even in the F/F tag she doesn't make top 5 (more about ships below)

CM Fanfiction - Top 10 Relationships

Most Popular Pairing: Reid/Reader (24.5%)

Most Popular Character Ship: Hotch/Reid (18%)

Fics Counted in This Statistic: 20,873 out of 34,561 (*includes fics with multiple pairings tagged)

This was WILD to me. I knew that 'Spencer x Reader' fics (I grouped ones tagged 'reader' and ones tagged 'you' together for this graph) were popular but I wasn't prepared for how skewed this data was. I don't have much to say about it anything involving Reid tbrh

Only three out of ten top relationships DO NOT involve Spencer Reid.

For people who don't know: using a slash ( / ) to denote a pairing means the pairing is romantic, using the ampersand (&) to denote a pairing generally indicates a non-romantic relationship.

Notice the ONLY F/F pairing that made Top 10 was JJ/Emily (with only 10%)

CM Fanfiction - Top 5 M/F Relationships

Most Popular Relationship: Spencer/Reader (52%)

Fics Counted in This Statistic: 9741 (72% of the total F/M fics on AO3)

Look, I don't know what to say about this. It speaks for itself. This show had an incredible ensemble cast who were all integral to the show's success -- yet, the only character anyone cares about in the fandom is the generic white dudes. Misogyny at it's best.

CM Fanfiction - Top 5 M/M Relationships

Most Popular Relationship: Hotch/Reid (45%)

Fics Counted in This Statistic: 7870 (75% of the total M/M fics on AO3)

Again, no comment about the most popular ships

I was, however, surprised that Hotch/Rossi made Top 5

CM Fanfiction - Top 5 F/F Relationships

Most Popular Relationship: JJ/Emily (71%)

Fics Counted in This Statistic: 2927 (65% of the total F/F fics on AO3)

For people who don't know: using a slash ( / ) to denote a pairing means the pairing is romantic, using the ampersand (&) to denote a pairing generally indicates a non-romantic relationship.

It's not surprising that JJ/Emily dominate the femslash category. They have always been the main femslash pair in this fandom. However, they only make up 49% of all F/F pairings!

I was surprised to see that 'x reader' fics took 2 out of 5 slots on this one. And I was especially surprised that Emily/Penelope made top 5. (I mean it's only 148 fics, but there they are)

Again, note how Tara Lewis (a canonically sapphic character) isn't a part of ANY of the top 5 pairings, even though she was in 98 episodes. That's a travesty imo. Tara/Emily trails at about the 7th most popular F/F ship with a mere 115 fics

In Conclusion...

Most of this was to be expected. This fandom has always praised the male characters while pushing the women aside, so the amount of works focusing on Reid and Hotch wasn't that surprising.

I think it's interesting how people tend to throw Jemily shippers under the bus (broad statement made via my 18 years in this fandom), because Femslash is by far the smallest portion of the shippers in the entire fandom. People just hate women

Do with this information what you will. This was mostly compiled because I've always been curious, and also I think it serves as an important archival tool for the fandom.

Please don't send me hate mail for my opinions.

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CM Fanfiction by Word Count

About 52% of all CM fics (34,561) are under 5,000 words

This was a really fun one to do, and was mostly included because I was curious. I think it'd be worth getting even more specific by trying to work out the average word count for all fics under 5,000 words.

Hey, if you're a marathon author with long works -- look at YOU!! You're a very small percentage in this fandom, and as someone who prefers long-form fic -- I am personally thanking you for your dedication.

CM Fanfiction - Top 10 Addition Tags

Most Popular Tag: Fluff (21.7%)

Fics Counted in This Statistic: *indeterminate due to crossover (multiple tags per each fic)

I honestly expected angst/whump/hurt/comfort to be first on this. I guess if you add up all the variations of those type of fics, they'd be top tag.

Obviously this one isn't ever going to be perfect, because tons of people either don't tag their fics, or they don't use the prescribed tags above. Still, I thought this was worth adding to the post.

For more stats please see my, [Tara Lewis Fic Stats Post]

[jenny-from-the-bau]

[whump-town]

Emily: *rambling about how the only men she finds attractive are DILFs in those professor sweaters with the elbow pads*

Also, Emily: *gets Hotch a sweater for his birthday with the professor pads on the elbows*

The team: “Emily??!!”

Emily: “Well, if I have to look at him all day I’m at least going to try and get something out of it”