#emily criminal minds

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

Hi!! I have a one shot request (I hope I’m in the right place lmao)

What about a autistic (fem)reader who is super smart and seems to notice things about the case that the others haven’t and every time she tries to state her thoughts a rude sherif cuts her off/infantilising her and Emily defends her

Honestly my brain stopped at the thought of Emily, I need more of her 😔🫶

-anon ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

fem!plus size reader, wc: 517.

cw! asshole elders :/

a/n: i have had this finished but sitting in my drafts because i was too lazy to post it, but here it is! i hope that i was able to capture what you were looking for right! :] this can either be read as platonic or romantic!

You have been spoken over and shut down for the past hour, twenty minutes, and thirty seconds. 

You hated being silenced, but one thing that trumps that was being infantilized. You worked hard to get where you were now, and you hated being treated like a child just because your way of thinking was different from your peers. 

You have saved thousands of people and you’ll be damned if you continue to be treated like this.

“If you look closely, you can see that the area that these women were killed in must hold some kind of sentimental meaning to our unsub.” You grab the black marker and go to draw the inevitable triangle on the printed out map before you’re stopped by the sheriff.

“I’m sure the area these women were killed in was just pure coincidence, so we don’t wanna risk coloring in the paper just ‘cause you think you know somethin’.” He spoke as if he knew more than you did like he was the one with the degree, his tone absolutely rolling in condescension. 

 “Hold it now, sweetheart. Don’t just go markin’ up stuff.”

“I beg your pardon?” You ask with furrowed eyebrows.

“I’m sorry but –” You try to say but the old fart cuts you off. “I’m sure you are –”

“Excuse me, sheriff, but I’m afraid Special Agent _______ made a great point.” Emily was quick to come to your aide, emphasizing the words ‘Special Agent’ just to reinforce her point.

You could see it in her narrowed eyes, and everyone else’s really, that she was about done with the Sheriff’s embarrassingly large ego. You send her an appreciative – albeit shy – smile, and she gets up, her eyes trained on the map as well. 

“She’s right, because if you look here,” She points to the first crime scene and motions for you to draw a mark. “And here,” Her finger trails down to the second location and you follow close behind. “And here.” Her path finally ends, and so does your black ink. 

There it was, just like you had first thought, a perfect triangle connecting them all.

“The most important thing should be right –” You finish her words and color in a big circle in the middle. “Here.” Emily sends you a proud look and it threatens to weaken your knees.

“I mean… I suppose that makes sense.” The man grumbled before leaving with his tail between his legs. 

“Thank you.” You say quietly. The conversation was meant to be kept between the two of you. Of course you loved and trusted everyone on your team, but Emily was your comfort person, and she made time to understand you.

“No problem,” She responds back. “Everyone was done with his shit anyway.”

“Still, thank you.” You pressed the conversation, because you don’t really think she realized the gravity of the situation, of your appreciation. 

For most of your life you had never been given a voice, and having someone stick up for you and even paving the way for you to make your point known was something that no gratitude could give.

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[hasu-ko]

Me after reading the wildest hotch x reader fanfic on this site

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[rottenteethkids]

I think I need more attention drawn to Emily & Penelope’s time of split-custody with Sergio and just more talk about Sergio in general, he needed more screen time.

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[novacqnes]

late nights // emily prentiss

Summary: Emily confronts you about her feelings and it leads to a passionate night in your office.

Warnings: smut (oral, fingering) fem receiving

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

11:59 am

You glanced at your watch before looking back at the stack of files sloppily spread across your desk. You were the media liaison for the BAU which meant that aside from working with the media and talking with families, a large part of your job was based on paperwork.

And while you loved your job you did everything possible to keep it from spreading into your personal life. Every day the worst acts of cruelty landed on your desk and you did your best to keep them at the office. This led to many restless nights at Quantico but on this particular night, the feeling was amplified.

You were becoming close to Emily Prentiss, the newest addition to the BAU. Everyone on the team would regard Emily as phenomenal at her job but she often felt like an outsider when it came to the group. Noticing this you took the extra effort to make her feel comfortable, inviting her out for drinks, coffee, and even to your home every once in a while.

But with the more time, you spent getting to know Emily the more you felt drawn to her. She was intelligent, clever, and beautiful. It became harder to hide how long your eyes would linger on her and how you couldn't help but smile whenever she mentioned your name.

Not before long Emily noticed it too.

During the last case, Emily kept her distance, instead of staying with you like she usually did at the station she insisted that she switch places with Reid, putting her out in the field. And if she did need to speak to you she kept every conversation short.

You couldn't ignore it anymore so on the jet ride home, you pulled her to the side.

"Hey," Emily's eyes met yours.

You waited for her to say something but when nothing came you began.

"Uh... I noticed earlier that you were avoiding me. That whole thing with Reid."

"What about it?" She retorted.

"Well, you usually stay with me at the station and join the team later on. But it's not just that, the entire day you barely said anything to me."

She sighed, "Y/n, I needed a change of scene okay? I don't need you to watch over me 24/7, plus I got to know the rest of the team better."

Her words stung, you didn't think you were getting in the way of Emily bonding with the team. You just wanted her to feel like she could trust or even confide in you. Besides, the team was in a tough spot when Emily joined the team. Elle had just quit, Reid was dealing with his addiction, and the BAU-- or more specifically Hotch was coming under more scrutiny from Strauss.

But maybe she was right, she didn't need you watching out for her.

You swallowed the knot in your throat before nodding your head.

"You're right, I'll back off." You say retreating back to your seat in the corner of the jet next to Reid.

What Emily said to you in the jet kept replaying in your mind as you sorted through your papers. Emily was more than capable of looking out for herself and she didn't need you watching over her. But another reality crossed your mind. Maybe she could tell you had feelings for her and since she didn't share the same feelings, saved you the heartbreak of having to tell you later on.

Either way both of those ideas lingered in your head until a soft knock from the door interrupted them.

Emily appeared in the doorway, her sweet perfume filling the room.

"You're still here," She remarked.

"I am."

Emily stepped closer, "Can we talk?" She glanced at your files, "If now isn't a good time I can stop by tomorrow?"

You huffed, "Now's fine, just make it quick. I have a lot to go over."

"I wanted to apologize for earlier— I was way out of line."

She sat in front of you, stammering, "I'm not used to being close to anyone. When I first got here you went above and beyond for me. And while I didn't understand why I knew I cared about you as more than a friend. That's why I couldn't be around you. When feelings get involved, things get complicated so that's why I acted the way I did at the station and on the jet— I know it doesn't excuse my behavior, I get it if you want me to leave but—"

"Emily?"

She looked up, "Hm?"

"You're rambling."

"Right, uh. I was going to head home but I didn't wanna leave without apologizing. I shouldn't have snapped at you like that, I'm sorry."

Emily was usually good at disguising her feelings, despite spending so much time with her you realized you truly knew nothing about the woman. She hid behind a wall that you so desperately wanted to break. Hearing her apologize and sort of confess her feelings for you was a start.

She waited for your response, anxiously picking at her fingernails but you weren't sure where to begin. You liked Emily a lot but how would your relationship work? The BAU wasn't an ideal place for a relationship and the field as a whole was completely unpredictable.

Emily could sense your hesitation, as she rose from her seat.

"Y/n," her delicate voice snapped you from your jumbled thoughts, "You don't have to accept it or tell me you feel the same way but it's late so I'll head out now."

You panicked, she couldn't slip away, not again. You shot from your chair, needing to act fast.

"Wait! You can't go!" You shouted.

"What, why?!" Emily spun around. Worry etched across her face.

The words struggled to form when Emily's eyes met yours. You didn't just like her, but you needed her. Tonight she looked all the more beautiful. Her eyes were beyond radiant, never failing to entrance you. Your eyes then fell on her lips which were covered in bold red lipstick.

Emily noticed this, and a flirtatious smile spread across her lips.

"You know I may not have shown it, but I thought you looked beautiful today."

Her eyes landed on your black dress causing your face to heat up.

Emily walked closer to where you stood by the desk, her face dangerously close.

"Why can't I leave, Y/n?" Emily asked, her voice teasingly low.

"Because I need...." Your voice trailed off when you realized what you were about to say. At this point, your body ached for Emily and it was taking everything in you to maintain your composure.

A smirk splayed across Emily's face as she leaned in closer to you.

"Hm? What was that? What do you need?" She whispered.

"You."

Emily stepped even closer until you were pressed against the side of your desk. Her hands ran up your thigh before leaning in to kiss you.

You closed the gap, eagerly pressing your body against Emily's. The warmth consumed your body as you cupped her face.

Emily's lips traveled to your neck placing kisses all over your sensitive spots, making you burn for more.

She moved away from your neck before leaning in, "Are you sure?"

You nodded, desperately wanting her to move.

"Words."

"Yes— please."

With no hesitation, Emily pushed your files to the side before gently moving you back onto the desk.

She unbuttoned your top swiftly, unclipping your bra before moving down your chest. She cupped both your breasts in her hands before taking one of your nipples into her warm mouth.

You stifled your moans as Emily worked her way down your body. She kissed your navel before slipping off your skirt.

Pushing your lace panties to the side her lips peppered soft kisses on your inner thighs, carefully teasing you.

You inched your hips forward, growing desperate as Emily's kisses grew slower and slower.

She smirked, "Be patient."

Placing her hands firmly on your hips before reaching your core.

She hooked her index finger on your panties, sliding them to the side to reveal your wet pussy. Emily licked her lips before leaning in. She ran her tongue along your clit, pressing a sloppy kiss to your core.

She looked up at you, swirling her tongue on your inner labia. You threw your head back as the pleasure shot through your body. You couldn't help but grasp onto Emily's head pushing her tongue further into you.

Your hips slowly began to grind on Emily's face as her mouth worked fast to meet them. You whimpered as Emily slowly slipped two fingers into your dripping core. She curled them, pressing up to meet your g spot. You urged her on, no longer caring if you made noise.

You pleaded, "More.....faster...."

Emily quickened her pace, coming up to sloppily kiss you. She swirled her tongue around yours, your taste lingering in both mouths. You sucked in her bottom lip, ranking your nails through her black hair.

"Mmm, you're so beautiful," Emily whispered

She was in awe. Emily couldn't take her eyes off of your body trembling underneath her. You leaned forward moaning into her mouth, the pleasure surging through your body.

“Emily— oh mmhfuck.”

She went back down to your dripping pussy, slipping another finger in. You clamped around them. Emily's dark eyes connected with yours once again as she attached her mouth to your core.

She kissed your clit dragging her tongue up your entrance, lapping up your wetness.

A string of curses mixed with Emily's name left your mouth. You were consumed with euphoria, so close to a high.

Emily could feel your orgasm drawing near, she peered up from your quivering legs.

"I'm gonna cum." You cried.

Her pace slowed down, "So beg me."

"Emily...." You whined noticing a smirk spread across her face.

"Beg me to let you finish Y/n." Emily teased, her voice dangerously low.

"Please...." you slowly moved against Emily's fingers, still inside of you.

"Hm?" She hummed.

"I'm so close please......"

"Please what?"

"Let me cum—" You shuttered as Emily curved her fingers upwards, lightly pressing against your g spot.

She pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "Your wish is my command."

Emily rubbed your sensitive clit with her thumb, and the rest of her fingers sunk deeper into your pussy, stimulating your g spot. Her mouth traveled up your body, kissing your stomach and sucking on your tits.

The heat between your legs grew with each touch and stroke. Emily fingered you harder, applying even more pressure to your clit. She leaned into your ear, nipping at the lobe.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, Y/n," Emily whispered, carefully watching you unravel.

Her last strokes sent shockwaves through your body, clouding your vision. You sink your nails into Emily's soft skin, your body tensing as you reel from the intense orgasm. Emily went down to press one last kiss between your legs and another on your lips. Her lips were slick with your fluids, and the taste of you lingered on her tongue.

"How do you feel?" She asked, her voice pulling you out of your trance.

"I feel good." You gazed up at Emily.

"Thank you."

"What for....?" You inquired.

"Not letting me walk out." She sighed, "I have a habit of walking away and shutting down when things get difficult you know? But I—"

"Em?"

"I'm rambling again?"

You sat up on the desk to properly face her. All lust was gone from her eyes and replaced with worry. She was still thinking about it earlier.

"No, but it's alright, I don't mind." You reassured, "I wanted to say that I like you too but I need you to promise me something."

"Anything, shoot."

"The next time you feel like you wanna shut down from this job or just life in general you'll let me know?"

"Done. Any other requests, my lady?" Emily sang.

You smirked, "If we don't have a new case by tomorrow night, you'll take me out on a date."

"I can do that—"

"And you'll give me one last kiss for the night, this desk is killing my back."

Emily's face beamed at your request. She brought her soft lips to meet yours once more before you got ready to say your goodbyes. Both of you remained at the desk for a few minutes, sweaty and out of breath, silently basking in each other's company.

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[jjlxver]

i was bored so i made this young emily prentiss moodboard based on something im writing rn

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[sushisoap]

I CANT GET ENOUGH OF THEM !! THE CUTEST GIRLIES EVER 🥹🥹

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[whoisspence]

kidnapper: i have your child

hotch: which one i have five

kidnapper: the annoying one who won't shut the fuck up

hotch:

hotch: which one i have five

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[violetrainbow412-blog]

Decoy [S. R.]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 6.9k

summary: when you go after an unsub who catches students making out, the unit is called upon to resort to desperate measures. Or in other words, where you and Spencer become the decoy to catch a voyeur.

warnings: +16. Making out, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, insinuation of smut, sexual tension

Do yourself a favor and imagine Spencer in these clothes during the case

You sighed, completely frustrated, while you looked for the thousandth time at the blackboard with some information from the profile that you had made for the criminal in this case.

You believed that the unsub was a Caucasian man between 30 and 35 years old, whose motive was to spy on and photograph university students who were escaping in their cars to make out at night, then force them to have sex in front of him and finally kill them cold-blooded. You imagined that he was a person with a mediocre job, that he felt insufficient, and that his voyeuristic behavior probably came from sexual frustration, something that could be corroborated by the violence that he inflicted on the genital area of the students whom he stalked using a knife, his mark on all homicides. You also believed that perhaps the rejection or abandonment of his last partner (preceded by a bad streak from his youth) due to his impotence had been the triggering event for all his repressed impulses to come to light.

All the psychological analysis was fine, it wasn't something you hadn't seen before, but the hard part of all this? Because he only threatened and killed people, he didn't rape them, at first it was almost impossible to tell who it was. He already had 20 victims in total and you weren't even close to catching him. In the last scene he had made the mistake of leaving a fingerprint and Garcia had been able to trace his true identity: Oliver Davis, a guy who fits the description perfectly. Unfortunately, this turned out to be useless because beyond the accusations of being a pervert, the man didn’t have much information that would give a clue to his whereabouts, you had even called the job that he had registered and all you had obtained was that he had several months without working there, which coincided with the beginning of the murders. After that Rossi suggested that he probably lived in a trailer (old, due to his lack of employment) where he developed the photographs and kept his trophies. That only made more sense when you thought that it would make it easier to transport or escape in case things got messy.

But words on paper and intelligent conclusions were of absolutely no use to you. You needed a plan to catch him.

"Do you have something, Reid?" Hotch had asked. You had already interviewed some students, you had set up guard duty to look for any suspicious behavior and you had even shared the photograph of the suspect in the media, but nothing had worked; The only thing left was to carry out the geographical profile to know the area in which he was attacking and thus be able to search for possible targets.

“I triangulated the locations we have of his previous homicides and I'm guessing he hits in this specific area,” he muttered, pointing to a space on the map he had on his blackboard with his middle finger. “Considering it's an area frequented by the age group due to its proximity to the universities and that it has several parks that the students told us they use to drink or go out as a couple”

"So what?" Morgan said from his spot. "We just wait until he kills someone else and hopefully we're near the scene to hear the screams?"

“Maybe we can ask the cops to patrol the area for the unsub's car,” JJ suggested.

“He's smart, there's a trailer park right here. It wouldn't be strange to find one on the streets as well.” Reid was visibly frustrated like everyone else and he ran a hand through his hair with some despair.

Your options were running out and frankly you couldn't think of anything else.

“And if we give him a target?” Emily murmured. Noticing that none of you said anything, she went on to explain her plan, “We ask police officers to send any young people they see around to home so we force our unsub to get close to who we want”

"And what are we going to do? Hire a couple of college kids to stalk them?”

“We can use our own team”

"Not to offend you, Prentiss, but we are no longer in the prime of youth"

"We don't, but Y/L/N and Reid do" when you heard your last name you were surprised, but when you heard your friend's you practically froze. First you looked at her and then at the doctor, whose gaze reflected the same stupefaction as you "You two are young, you might look like students"

"Are you saying you want to send us straight into the hands of a sexual predator?" you couldn't be offended, after all, those risks were part of the job, but you did feel somewhat reluctant about the idea.

“Do you have a better suggestion?”

“It doesn't sound so bad” Rossi murmured “It's a smart move”

“Besides, we would be watching around and we would intervene before that madman got close to you. Once we catch him, the photographs and personal items that he probably has in his trailer will be enough evidence, in addition to the fingerprint from the last crime scene” to your surprise, Derek was also pretty convinced of the plan that Emily had just devised.

"Reid, Y/L/N, would you guys be up for it?" Hotch exclaimed with his usual serious tone, looking at you and then at your partner.

Thinking objectively, the suggestion was very good. But thinking about it personally, you felt worried about the danger you two would be running into… oh, God. It wasn't until then that you realized that the plan to catch the suspect involved the two of you making out like a couple of hormonal college kids. 

You knew that the options that remained wouldn’t be as opportune as that and taking into account the temporary nature with which Oliver operated, in addition to the fact that he was already deteriorating as a murderer, it was most likely that he was already looking for new victims, so if you did that same night the chances of success were quite high. You were between a rock and a hard place and all you could do was look at him while the gazes of the rest of the room were divided between the two of you.

“I… I'll only do it if you say yes” you exclaimed in his direction, with a cautious voice and a fearful look. You knew your friend and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable in any way, even though you knew that both you and he knew that your personal interests would take precedence against the possibility that another couple of victims would lose their lives if you refused. It was your job, you had to do it. 

"Are you sure you guys are going to catch him before something happens?" Spencer asked your boss. You thought that with his background the last thing he wanted was to end up kidnapped or seriously injured again, even though the truth was that he was caring just as much about himself as he was about you. He had seen the photographs and knew that women were the most affected by the murder weapon… he didn't even want to imagine something like this happening to you.

"Of course. You will have communication with us and if something goes wrong we will get you out of there immediately" Aaron answered and your friend sighed nervously and then looked for your approval. You nodded slightly and he delivered the verdict, to which everyone agreed.

He was still standing, but after that he slumped into the nearest chair as he listened to everyone brainstorming ideas for setting up the scene, distributing the crew, and what they would tell the local police to do to make the decoy effective.

At some point you lost the whole point of the conversation, to start thinking about what was implied by what you were about to do.

The feeling of attraction for your co-worker had been latent in you for a couple of years, but you had never confessed it to anyone to avoid creating tension in the team or suffering the humiliation of certain rejection. Also, you knew that a crush meant distractions from what was truly important and you had tried, in vain, to eliminate it completely. But even if it hadn't completely gone, you had known how to control it, only allowing yourself to look at him with loving eyes from time to time and avoiding being too confident with him during group drinking outings. You even limited physical contact, not because you didn't like it but because you knew your greed would demand more and more of you until it became inevitable to beg for his touch. But now all that good work holding you back was screwed because in a few hours you would have to be passionately making out with him.

Still with the internal crisis, you raised your head to look at him and realized that he too had been submerged in his own tide of thoughts, which you hoped would be more positive than yours. At some point Spencer felt you watching him and when his eyes met yours he gave you that tight-lipped smile that was strangely comforting, to which you responded with the same gesture. After that it didn't take long for everyone to leave the room to fulfill their respective tasks, but you stayed seated because you honestly didn't feel enough energy to move. Besides, you had nothing entrusted to you, you were the bait.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay with this?" Spencer asked you, once everyone else had left. He looked so tired of everything, but at the same time there was a kind tone in his voice about him that made you smile.

“It's just kissing, Spence. I think we'll be fine" you assured him, trying to swallow all your embarrassment and nerves "And you?"

"I agree. I just hope we get lucky today or we'll just have to keep trying” 

"Reid, I need you to tell the cops what area we'll be in," Hotch interrupted you from the door. "You still have time to regret it," he added, looking at the two of you.

You immediately denied and after that Spencer withdrew from there in the company of Aaron. When you were about to drop you exhaled, completely concerned about the last thing your partner had said.

We will just have to keep trying. You didn't know if the idea excited you, or terrified you.

As night fell, Spencer drove the old pickup truck the unit had managed to rent for the two of you to drive into the park, with you in the passenger seat and a six-pack of beer in the backseat.

Although you were sure that it would be cold, you had decided to wear shorts and a button-down shirt that you normally wore for work, but that you had adjusted to make it look more youthful. Spencer was wearing an outfit that Morgan had gotten for him from a department store, simple jeans with a rather baggy cotton shirt and some nice boots that you didn't know where he got from, since in Quantico you had never seen him wear anything like that.

Both of you had showered at the hotel (separately of course) and you had made sure to brush your teeth and put on a good amount of deodorant and perfume before getting in the car. You had paid special attention to your appearance, not because it was necessary, but because you wanted to look perfect for him. Even with all this, you were a nervous wreck next to him, not saying a word along the way and only soft music from the radio filling the air.

When you stopped, the two of you put your headphones on to the channel the team was supposed to be on, and Morgan answered in the affirmative.

"Remember, he doesn't have to see the communicator or your weapon," Rossi spoke, who was also in the van, along with Prentiss and Hotch. "García will be watching with the security cameras and he will warn us if the trailer is coming"

"And meanwhile what do we do?"

"Pretend to be a couple, sit on the tailgate and drink beer, laugh, I don't know"

“Did you ever run away like that in college?” you asked, directly at Reid.

“Do you remember that I was like 16 when I studied at the university, right? I wasn't even old enough to drive, much less a car" he muttered and you gave a short laugh "I guess you did"

“I was too busy being the best in the institution to even think about going out and making out with idiots,” you replied, proud of yourself for that. “I mean, it's not like you're an idiot, but they were. You're very smart," you rambled, still twiddling your fingers, "Hotch, you guys will tell us when we're going to start kissing, will you?"

“When the suspect approaches, yes”

"Okay, well... then we have to go out, huh?" you muttered to him as you reached for the beers and tried to open the door to get out. You turned, expecting to see Spencer do the same as you, but noticed that he had lingered in the car for a moment, checking himself in the mirror and applying his lips with chapstick.

My God, could that man make you more nervous?

When he finally caught up with you, you went to the back of the pickup, where you opened the tailgate to sit down with a little hop. Spencer was tall enough to keep up with you just by leaning over the edge, where you watched him cross his arms. You were silent for a few moments, listening to the sound of crickets and cars in the distance.

"Do you think it's a good idea to drink?"

"Only a little. I'm having a hard time thinking while sober, I don't want to ruin the little reasoning I have left” you exclaimed as a joke. Or maybe you weren't joking so much "Just empty a couple of cans and leave them on the floor so he'll think we're really drunk." Spencer was about to do what you said when you noticed an important detail and called him over to look at you "Come here, let me fix your hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"You're very well combed, it's not the image we expect" you carefully took his hand until it was close enough to pass the other through all his golden locks, messing them up enough to give him that relaxed touch that he should have. He looked so handsome, but not in the style of a fancy FBI agent but just like a young intellectual who went to parties and smoked weed “Like this. Perfect"

“Do you think we have to think of some backstory?” he asked and you looked at him with a frown. “You know, something about us. What degree are we studying, what are our names…”

"This is not a play"

"It's rude to eavesdrop on conversations, Prentiss," you said visibly annoyed, although looking at your partner that expression softened "As you wish, Spencer. Although being honest, I would say that you study… literature”

"Really?" he exclaimed with slight enthusiasm. You knew that his mother had been a teacher in the subject and you wondered if he had ever considered it.

“Morgan wasn’t wrong to choose those clothes for you. It suits you” you complimented him and Morgan whistled from the other end of the line. You felt like you were having too much fun for the situation you were in, but you needed to talk about something else to put off the reminder of what you had come to do for as long as possible. “I think you would have that hopeless philosopher/romantic vibe who flirts by whispering memorized poetry in your ear.”

“I actually know some good ones”

"Sure you do" you smiled gently, suppressing the thought of him sighing close to your neck at Bécquer "I'd probably study science or something."

"The unattainable scientist with whom the captain of the soccer team has a secret crush, but she is completely unaware"

"Where did you get that? From a 90s movie?

Spencer's laugh was one of your favorite sounds and today that was precisely not helping your situation. You felt intoxicated by how handsome he looked, like you'd discovered a side to him that no one else had, and the thought of kissing him made you tremble a little with anticipation.

“Do you want to share a beer?” he murmured, carefully opening the can and offering it to you first. You knew your partner wasn't the most enthusiastic about doing anything that involved germs, so it made you feel good that he took the lead. You took a big gulp of the drink to gather something of value and when it was his turn to drink he kept looking at you intently, you would even say that he seemed entranced.

You had made sure you were in a strategic position, with enough light for the unsub to see you and quite lonely, except for the patrol cars and the van that had been positioned at a safe distance.

“How does voyeurism develop?” you asked quietly, with genuine interest, as you shifted a bit to get closer to him.

“Voyeurism usually begins in adolescence and since during that age it is usually seen with greater tolerance, there are people who continue with these behaviors until adulthood. When voyeurism is pathological, they spend considerable time looking for opportunities to watch, often at the expense of not fulfilling important responsibilities in their lives, and people reach orgasm by masturbating during or after watching. Although if you think about it a bit, everyone is a bit of a voyeur."

"Why you said so?"

“Many men and women enjoy viewing pornography, which can be classified as voyeuristic behavior. It's not a worrying thing, but it's interesting to think about it” he explained, with those expressions on his face that he had every time he shared knowledge with you. He liked that about you, that you were always willing to listen to his data and statistics even at the most inopportune moments.

"I'm still a little scared that Oliver is trying to do something to us."

“I have my gun. If he tries to do something to you, I'll use it" you knew that killing the unsub was always the last option Reid considered, so you widened your eyes a little to show your surprise "All lives are worth, but when that life has already taken so many and it puts you at risk, I would not doubt it. You have nothing to worry about” he assured you and your heart warmed a little at feeling so protected.

"Do you know if Oliver attacks at a specific time?"

"No, he doesn’t. Just as we can be here for ten minutes, we can also be here all night."

You exhaled loudly, before taking another gulp of beer.

“Drink some, boy. I feel kind of selfish around here."

"I am nervous"

"And why do you think I'm drinking?" you exclaimed wryly, still holding out the can to him, and when he finally agreed he drank a little more than you expected “Have you ever…” you started to say, but suddenly remembered that literally the whole team was listening to you. If the answer was embarrassing, you didn't want to hear Morgan and Emily taunting you all week, so you covered your microphone for a moment and spoke again, but so quietly that only he could hear you. "I suppose you kissed someone, did you?"

"Yes," he said quickly and you sighed with relief. It comforted you a little to know that it wasn't his first kiss, because you didn't want him to have such a bad memory “Do I look so inexperienced?"

"No, that's not what I meant" you smiled "You're handsome, I know you've probably kissed a couple of girls"

"You don't need to tell lies, you know I'll kiss you anyway"

"But it's not a lie. I really think you're handsome" you confessed, gathering all the courage in you, while you smiled at him in the most serene way possible "And if we weren't literally waiting for a murderer, you know I'd be happy to do this with you"

"Smooch me?"

"Having this bad date attempt, Reid," you hissed, flushing red, as you slammed your palm into his forehead with just a little bit of force. Spencer seemed quite pleased that he made you nervous, rather than the other way around, so he grinned, “Though I think we should have brought food. I'm starving,” you pouted, swinging your dangling legs back and forth.

"That's not a picnic, Y/N"

You hated for a second that everyone was so intent on the conversation. A part of you wanted a moment alone with the brunette, even if it was in the midst of such a strange situation.

You began to talk pleasantly about things completely unrelated to the case for a couple of minutes, staying where you were, until Hotch's interruption made you jump a bit in place.

"Garcia intercepted an approaching trailer, get ready” your heart immediately sped up and you noticed him tense beside you, too, probably with the same thought flooding his head.

"Okay, come closer," you exclaimed, trying not to panic, as you spread your legs a little to allow the man to step into the space between. He wasted no time and just as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders you heard the sound of another car pulling up.

"Is that our unsub?"

"It is"

You were about to turn your head to peek when Reid grabbed your cheek and stopped you.

"He's smart. If you look at him, he'll realize it” he reminded you with a serious voice. You were so worried about everything that you were forgetting about your training “Okay, so I… Is it okay if I put my hands here?” he asked with a different tone, nervously placing both hands on your waist. You had always admired the size and anatomy of those hands, but until now you had not had the pleasure of feeling them on your body in this way.

“Tonight everything you do is fine. I promise"

"It would be a good time to start, he'll see you" Emily reminded you and you could only sigh shakily.

You two were adults, why were you so scared about kissing?

"Close your eyes" Spencer whispered to you, masking his nerves better than you "I'll kiss you, just close them," he asked you and you did.

You felt his body lean against you a little until his chest almost touched yours and then his lips shakily pressed against yours. You would always remember your first kiss, which in essence was such a brief caress that you didn't even know if it could be counted as one, the one where he wordlessly asked your permission to explore your mouth. Still with your eyes closed, you pulled him by the neck towards you and started a new kiss, a little more confident and deep this time, allowing you to savor the beer mixed with strawberries and that strange flavor that each person has.

“We…” you started to say, once you separated “you have to do it slowly, what he wants is a show” you exclaimed. Spencer felt unable to say any words and your hands caressing him so deliciously wasn't helping at all “Slow,” you repeated.

You arched your back a little to get even closer and when you finally looked up you met his caramel eyes. You needed a moment to recover and you unconsciously licked your lips, as if you needed to pick up and savor his presence in your mouth again, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his attentive look at your movements. 

It didn't take long for you to give up, as beginning the third kiss you felt that you no longer had any control over your body, your heart, or your mind. And while it was true that neither of you were experts on the subject, you guys managed pretty well as the seconds ticked by. Spencer gasped as he simultaneously felt you pull the hair from his neck and caress his lips with the tip of your tongue, while you were taken by surprise when his hands left your waist and lowered to the height of your hip, where his thumbs gripped firmly on the clip of your shorts.

There was a kiss, then another and another; they became too many to count. You didn't want to touch him anywhere and at the same time you wanted to touch him completely, in the grip of the fantasy that this was real and not just a performance. And even if you were aware that it was all fake, that would probably only have encouraged you to enjoy something to the fullest that you knew would never come back. Amid everything you didn’t know which of the two situations would be worse.

The sound of your lips colliding became so obscene that you were embarrassed, but you had no plan to stop. Your hands slid gently down the length of his neck until you reached his chest and cupped the soft cotton of his garment in your fists to make sure he didn't move away from you. The heat of the moment just went up and up, but a voice on the intercom brought you back with a jolt.

“He started the trailer. He's going to go"

Spencer closed his eyes in frustration, and you sighed. From the position he was in it wasn’t possible to get around him without being seen, so keeping all his attention was on you and him.

Maybe you weren't doing it right? You wondered what the hell this man wanted to see if you were practically eating each other, but suddenly you remembered that his motivation was even more sexual than a couple of wet kisses. Maybe he was getting bored because he needed to see that you were about to… well, do it.

"Take off my shirt," you said immediately, still too close to his swollen lips and looking right into eyes that seemed to be pitch black.

"Take... what?"

"Take off my shirt" you repeated, with a tone that made the man shudder completely. With the hands that were still holding his shirt you pulled him to you and he held his breath “And kiss me better. Like you really want me"

But Spencer didn't need to pretend that he wanted you. 

He made you completely dizzy when he began to kiss you so hungrily and you managed to keep enough composure when you felt one of his warm hands travel under your blouse, limiting yourself to letting out sighs that were drowned against his lips. But what finally caused you to let out an indiscreet and unwelcome moan was when he pulled you by the hip until you were on the edge of the tailgate and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against you. Spencer had almost managed to suppress his, but in the end, you having your own situation down there didn't help one bit. 

His trembling fingers fussed with the buttons on your shirt until it ended up somewhere on the floor at incredible speed, leaving you half-naked before him and the collection of FBI agents standing around. You might have been embarrassed if your brain could connect two coherent thoughts, but you'd lost that from the moment Dr. Reid first dared to kiss you.

You carefully guided his hands to the beginning of the curve of your breasts and now you both sighed in unison, feeling goosebumps on every inch of your skin. You pushed yourself forward just for the satisfaction of hearing that guttural sound again and your prayers were immediately answered, for it was enough for him to feel the slightest friction and he would go crazy. It was inappropriate to need him like that, but you couldn't help it.

Holding your lower back, he leaned over you and at the same time pulled you towards him until your breasts collided with his chest. In that position, your neck was exposed and your partner’s hot lips didn't hesitate to go down there, while you sighed agitated just at the height of his ear. Spencer asked you, between each kiss, to look in the direction of the trailer to see if he was still there and as you could you answered yes, which was victory enough for both of you.

As he could, he maneuvered to lay you down carefully on the cold metal of the truck without stopping kissing your neck, and by inertia you wrapped both legs over his hip. When you were hidden by the panels of the pickup he finally looked at you.

"I hope it's enough to get his attention," he said, sounding as agitated as expected, and although the circumstances meant that you two would be taking a break you flatly refused, pulling him back to kiss him.

That kiss did take Spencer by surprise and it was perhaps the sincerest of the night. It wasn’t as passionate as the previous ones, but rather it was loaded with softness and you would even say that a hint of supplication. You were begging for him not to stop, for the night to get stuck in an infinite loop where the two of you could kiss for eternity. And suddenly you felt how he, who had been so tense the whole time, completely relaxed against you, as if he understood exactly what you wanted to say. His hands came to rest on the sides of your head to be able to kiss you more comfortably and you dared to take him by the waist with the same care that you were kissing him, feeling even above the cloth the softness of his skin. 

And then he broke up with you. You feared you had done something wrong due to the suddenness of the movement and your frightened eyes searched his gaze for a sign of the reason, without finding anything. He just looked at you with something you couldn't describe, but that made you feel butterflies fluttering all over your stomach... and he stayed like that for a few seconds: just looking at you, as if he wanted to memorize all your features.

You opened your mouth to say something, but your words were drowned in a new kiss, totally different from the previous ones. Spencer was taking time with him, trapping your lower lip between his and sucking on it gently, pressing himself a little more against your body, sighing heavily into your mouth.

Your hand was already running up his side to make its way to his cheek just as screams filled the silence and you hugged him reflexively. The screams had come from Morgan, who had already moved across the park to take down the unsub and was now wrestling with him to get the knife out of his hand. Spencer hesitated for a moment if he should come over to help, but he preferred to hold you better against his body to protect you and wait for Emily to place the handcuffs on the man under her partner's knee.

From a distance you saw that he only brought with him, in addition to the knife, his camera, and a small backpack with some other murderous instruments that they managed to confiscate without any problem.

"All clear, we've got him," Hotch spoke over the radio. As you exhaled in relief too many emotions washed over you, combined with the adrenaline coursing through your body and the arousal still flowing into your crotch.

"Are you okay?" Reid's gentle voice called to you, as he pulled away to check with his eyes that everything was in order. His hair was messy and his lips were so swollen that it was almost painful to look at the image without launching yourself to kiss him again "My God, your shirt..." he said, completely embarrassed, as he bent down to pick up the garment. You looked him up and down and blushed when you noticed how tight his pants were, feeling your stomach turn a little. When he got up, he took the opportunity to look at your chest covered only by the black lace bra and a big gulp of saliva went down his throat.

You thanked him quietly and put your shirt back on, feeling the sneaky glances Spencer was giving you, just before Hotch walked up to you.

"How are you?"

"Very good, excellent" you stammered.

You could perfectly feel your swollen lips, the light sheen of sweat on your face, the heat flowing from all the places Reid's fingers had been, and the abundant moisture between your crossed legs.

After Hotch congratulated you on your performance, the two of you walked as best you could toward the rest of the agents, who were already placing Oliver on patrol. Another group was analyzing the trailer and they managed to pull out enough evidence about the murders that would be very useful in prosecuting the man.

"All good?" Emily asked in your direction, once things had settled down and the rest of the team had gathered in a circle by the van. You and Spencer just nodded at the question.

“I honestly think I'm going to need therapy after what I heard,” Dave murmured, so serious that you couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Don't you even dare make fun of this"

“No, we won't. I'm just saying you guys seemed to be enjoying it there."

"That's supposed to be the plan, right?" Spencer said nervously, finally daring to look at you and looking away almost immediately as he smoothed his hair back.

Once your boss said you could retire you escaped in a patrol car as fast as you could, wanting to get home so you could take a cold shower and soothe what wasn’t satisfied by the man. You could hardly sleep that night, still haunted by the ghost of the kisses you received from your gorgeous coworker, and the next morning you hoped that double coffee would do the trick. But apparently you weren't the only one who thought so, because at the same time that you arrived Spencer Reid crossed your path.

"Hey," he said, in that high-pitched voice that came out when someone caught him off guard, "How are you?" 

"Fine, and you?"

"Fine too"

You knew that the two of you wanted to talk about what happened, but it only took one of you to have the courage to speak first. At the same time your phones rang indicating a message and you mistakenly assumed that it was JJ contacting you to announce a case. What was your surprise when you opened the file and found a collection of photos from the night before. You knew from Spencer's face that he had received the same thing.

"Garcia did you… did she send you the same evidence?"

"That's right," he said nervously. You had to admit that if Oliver had one quality it was that of a photographer: you were sensual and perfectly captured the desire that had existed between you. Well, the one you had pretended to feel… right?

Spencer held his breath as he came to a picture of you topless in which his hand was practically on your breast, immediately remembering how that had felt. He just hoped his memories didn't affect him too much or it would be embarrassing enough to walk into the boardroom with a boner.

"They're good," you said to the air and he suppressed a laugh "But I can delete them if that makes you feel uncomfortable"

“No, no, I… I think I want to keep them too. After all, the bureau will have them in the files as evidence of the case, I prefer to have access too”

"I just hope she doesn't send them to anyone else, I wouldn't want to see my bra photos going around."

“I'll tell Garcia, don't worry,” Spencer murmured, rushing to type something on his phone.

While you waited for him to type you took another look, feeling your whole body heating up again at the memories. A part of you was grateful to have such material in your custody.

"I never thought of being the protagonist of an erotic photo session and here we are," you said ironically.

“Speaking of which…” Spencer started to say, “Not the erotic sessions by any means, don't think I'm planning on inviting you to one or that, because it would be super weird and inappropriate, but I was thinking if… huh…”

“Sell them online? I thought so too, but it depends on how much profit there is. Garcia can help us find the highest bidder and not get charged for tampering with evidence."

"What? No!" he said, completely shocked, and you laughed because you got the reaction you expected with your joke "Why would we do that?"

“Just kidding, Reid. Those photos are something I prefer to keep to myself" you clarified and your smile made him feel shy "Seriously, sorry for interrupting you. What did you want to tell me?"

"What…? huh, yes, right. It's just that this morning I was thinking about what you said yesterday, about how under normal circumstances you would have liked to have a bad date with me, right? and it just kept spinning in my head, so I was asking if you wanted to go for a drink sometime. Not like a date, of course, I'm not saying it is if you don't want to. I can just be like… well, go get a drink. As friends"

Yesterday Spencer had practically eaten your mouth and now he was nervous about asking you out. So adorable.

“You're not doing this just as compensation, are you? because you know that it is not necessary…”

“I do it because I want to. And I want to believe that… that I didn't misunderstand what happened yesterday."

You no longer even cared that it was unethical to date team members, or that if things went wrong, you would probably go into the worst of depressions. What mattered to you was that Spencer was interested in you, even if he had implied it, and that he was asking you out alone with him. Just the two of you, with fun and alcohol involved, without gossipy colleagues or mortal danger.

"Then I'd love to, Reid."

“Wow, excellent then” he smiled, feeling lucky that you agreed “I know a great bar near here, the atmosphere is generally calm, I like it because they don't play loud music. What day is right for you?"

“I'm available any day you want” you responded genuinely, grinning from ear to ear just being around him. That was the effect Reid had on you.

It was stupid to try to deny that you were still attracted to him, especially since now you had a taste of what he could do with you. You wanted to kiss him again, of course, but you were also anxious to earn that completely adoring look you'd received the night before.

“Today?”

"Yeah, why wait?" you responded, more excited than you wanted.

“Hey, I didn't ask you, but I wanted to know if I didn't go overboard with you last night. I mean… did something bother you?”

It was a smart move, you could see it clearly. It was obvious that Spencer cared about you, but you also picked up on his intentions to find out if you were interested in him too. Well, that's how it was from your perspective, because that probably would have been your motivation being in his place.

Even if it wasn't the case, you weren't going to miss the opportunity to take a little advantage of the situation.

"The kisses on the neck were something he definitely didn't expect, but they weren't unpleasant at all," you assured him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. "Did it feel good to you?"

"It did"

"So everything's perfect," you murmured, shrugging off the matter. But you both knew you couldn't see each other in the office and acted as if nothing had happened.

Something had happened. Those kisses had only fueled the tension that had always existed between you but that you wanted to ignore.

"Do you want to go after work, then?"

“Sounds good to me”

Spencer gave you one last smile and then went to prepare his usual cup of sugar with a dash of coffee. All day you were thinking about him and more than once he caught you looking at him, but you didn't even care.

So, at nightfall, with a few drinks on you and more courage in your body, you finally confessed that kissing was something you had wanted to do for a long time. You almost didn't believe it at first, coming from him, but when you finally accepted it, it wasn't hard at all to rush at him and kiss him feverishly. And this time there did not impede for you to give free rein to your desires, which led you to the soft mattress in your friend's house and kept you awake until a few hours before dawn.

#spencer reid #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #dr spencer reid #matthew gray gubler #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jason gideon #JJ #penelope garcía #david rossi #emily prentiss #spencer reid x you #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid smut

[pathologicalreid]

nicknames | S.R.

in which you meet the team for the first time, and receive your first nickname

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: fluff

content warnings: reader is referred to as a girl. i have this headcanon where when reid's IQ gets slashed to 60, he'd get so distracted that he'd run on autopilot, hence the willingness to handshake.

word count: 591

a/n: happy finals szn! this fic has been rotting in my brain for weeks and i finally decided to flesh it out. and maybe you should like and reblog this if you enjoy it (no pressure tho)

You were still filtering through your entry paperwork when the rest of the team filtered into the bullpen. David Rossi, who had helped you land this job in the first place, nodded in your direction before disappearing into his office. “Hey!” Someone called from across the bullpen, “Y/N, right?” Emily asked, setting her go bag in the chair at her desk before making her way over to your desk.

Smiling in response, “It’s nice to finally meet you,” you responded, reaching your hand out for her to shake. It was nice to be in the BAU, complete with a promotion from Special Agent to Supervisory Special Agent.

JJ walked over next, waving, and introducing herself as the communications liaison. “I’ve heard a lot of great things from your old CARD team,” she said, “I’m sure your skillset will come in handy here.”

You nodded in affirmation, “That’s the hope!” You answered, smiling at the prospect of your old team singing your praises.

Next, Derek approached, reaching out his hand for you to shake. Of course, you obliged and grinned at him. Part of you felt like you were meeting celebrities, the BAU was a big deal in the bureau. “Derek Morgan,” he introduced himself, “How long were you with CARD?”

“Five years,” you responded, it was a long time for anyone to deal solely with child abduction, but your team had the best rate in the bureau. Besides, you found the work rewarding.

Morgan’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “that’s impressive.”

You nodded, “Thank you. I’m really looking forward to working with you all.”

JJ looked behind her, “Oh, have you met Garcia?” She asked, peeking around the corner to where the technical analyst's office was.

Glancing down at the cat-shaped stress toy that she had given you when you arrived this morning, you smiled, “Yes, she was the first to greet me this morning. I think I’m just missing Dr. Reid.”

As if on cue, the young doctor walked into the bullpen, he had a worn leather satchel over his shoulder and looked like he might be talking to himself, “Reid!” Emily called over, getting his attention, and causing him to change course, approaching your desk. “Come meet, Y/N.”

He adjusted the strap of his satchel over his sweater before you reached out your hand for him to shake. “Oh, he doesn’t…” JJ began, but her voice trailed off when Dr. Reid shook your hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Dr. Reid,” you said, smiling at him. It felt good to know you had finally met the entire team.

He gave a close-lipped smile in return, “Reid is fine, or Spencer.” He said as you each dropped your hands to your sides.

Noticing everyone looking back and forth between the two of you as if you had already managed to do something wrong, you gathered all of your paperwork in your hands, “I should get this to Hotch.”

The rest of the team got the message and started to disperse to their respective desks, Reid’s being adjacent to yours. “Welcome to the team, pretty girl,” Morgan said to you before turning to his own paperwork.

You hugged your paperwork to your chest as if you were protecting it. Quietly, you muttered, “I really hope that nickname doesn’t stick.”

Across from you, there was a short laugh, almost a scoff. “It will,” Spencer responded in the same reverent tone. For a second, you thought it might be a joke, but you could tell by his facial expression that he was serious.

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[patrickispinky]

Derek: are you the big spoon or the little spoon?

Emily: i'm the knife

Jj: *from across the room* she's the little spoon

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[bitterest-taste]

growing up is realising that spencer reid was always hot

maturing is realising that aaron hotchner was also fine as fuck the whole time

#criminal minds #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #text #aaron hotchner x reader #spencer reid x reader #listen these are my fictional husbands and i love them!! #emily was also always fit but. #that’s a whole other matter

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: Teasing w/ Emily Prentiss

a/n: be warned that this is fem!reader, so if you aren't cool with that, there's other profiles that you can read from. Homophobia & Fetishizing is not welcomed here! my profile is an LGBTQIA+ safe space.

masterlist | kinktober masterlist | AO3

It was as if Emily was born to tease, the woman taking advantage of every single part of your body that shivered, tingled, and trembled. She would play your body like a sonata, and tonight, she was feeling extra evil.

You laid on your shared bed, legs forced apart as your hands were tightened to the headboard, eyesight stolen away from you as one of her beautiful velvet red blindfolds sat upon them. She stood on her knees between your legs, strap buried deep inside of you as a vibrating wand was pressed against your clit on the lowest setting.

“What's the matter baby?” She asked cruelly, running the wand up and down your clit. “Cat got your tongue?” You could hear the smugness in her voice as you flushed at the sound of juices being made extremely loud due to the vibrations. “Emily.. please— I can't… higher please.” She only sucked in a breath. “I'm afraid that I can't do that. What, is this not enough?” She then pulled the vibrator off of you. You whined in frustration, almost letting out a sob as she teased you. You had barely even come close to an orgasm, the feeling of pleasure being the only thing to caress your spine.

“No, no! I didn't mean it like that,” You huffed, “Please Emily, it was enough. 'Need it, need you, please.” It was embarrassing how you were begging her; your body trembling, shaking like a leaf as the cool air brushed against your soaked core. You were sure there was a puddle below you, your lower half being so pent up. The burn in your arms only added to the pleasure, blessing your body with a heavenly ache.

“You sure?” She delivered a shallow thrusts, snatching the air from your lungs. “Yes, I'm sure!” She went silent, but you heard the wand turn back on, and you felt it be placed back on your clit. You almost bursted out in prayer. You thought the wand was the only stimulation you were going to get, but then her hips began moving, snapping them so hard that they almost your body up the bed.

“Emily!” You said in surprise, but you couldn't keep your noises down. Where Emily lived— since you moved in with her— was nice, so you'd definitely be getting a noise complaint from the neighbors. Your pleas came out stammered, brain beginning to fog as the toys caressed your most sensitive spots. Your legs attempted to close as your orgasm approached you, but her body prevented them from doing so.

“Keep your legs open, pretty. ‘Or you won't come at all.” Her voice was dark, now filled with the same amount of lust and need as you neared your peak. “You're so pretty, love.” She complimented, one of her free hands stroking the inside of your thigh sensually. You loved how suave her voice was, how sultry it would get as she fucked you silly.

“Em, Em, Em!” That was you pathetically trying to warn her before you soaked both of your lower half’s, Emily quickly moving the wand away from your clit. “Good girl, cum for me sweetheart.” Your body sunk into the mattress, your head light as your body felt like it was on cloud nine.

“You think were done?” You heard Emily call from the end of the bed. You felt her crawl up your body, wetness now smeared against your lips.

“Were just getting started.”

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[jemilies]

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[rottenteethkids]

Added onto Penelope's homemade pink stationary; I want to know about Emily's two tattoos!

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[novacqnes]

losing you // emily prentiss

summary: trauma manifests itself in many ways and for you it was through a nightmare.

warning: ptsd

pairing: emily prentiss x fem reader

em?

you could see her tall figure in the distance but you couldn’t hear nor feel her. she didn’t move when she heard you call, she simply stared ahead looking right through you. 

emily!

you tried to run but no matter how much force you applied to the shadowy ground beneath your feet, you didn’t move. 

the walls surrounding you only grew smaller and darker trapping you within them. you needed to get to emily, you needed to find her.

emily remained expressionless and you frantically fought against the force that kept you bound. it was as if she couldn’t see you. 

dark shadows clouded your vision making the path to emily even more narrow. you tried to push against the walls and it painfully crushed your body, forcing the air from your lungs. 

panting you managed to reach emily’s lifeless form vigorously shaking her, but she didn’t  look at you, she didn’t even flinch.

emily, we have to go.

he’s coming please. 

you fell down to your knees desperately pleading, you couldn’t leave her, you needed her. 

a gray mist formed around emily as you violently shook her to no avail. there was absolutely nothing behind her eyes she didn’t know you nor the years you’d spent together.  

you couldn’t let go, you wouldn’t because then you’d lose her forever but little did you know she was already gone. your hands clung to emily’s shoulders as the shadow blanketed her face, disguising her face. 

petrified, you stood face to face with the mist, a new face emerging to replace your lover’s. one from the pits of hell and your deepest nightmares.

you wanted to scream, cry, run but now you were motionless as your sweet emily was transformed into someone you couldn’t recognize— a monster. 

“y/n!” the voice called, but it wasn’t him, it was emily. 

you woke up to her worried face hovering over yours. through the darkness you could see the outlines of your furniture along the room you shared with your girlfriend. her vanilla scent encapsulating you. the thick mist, shadows and looming walls had vanished and now you were home. 

emily brought her hand to your face, rubbing her thumb along your sweaty face. 

“it’s okay, i’m right here.”

although you knew you were home you had to be sure. your mind had played enough tricks on you that placing your safe haven in your nightmare wouldn’t be far from it. 

you reached out to touch emily, your hand’s traveling from her face to her chest, shoulders, legs.

“so you wanted to feel me up huh?” she joked, letting out a warm laugh. one that couldn’t be fabricated in any horrid dream. 

“mmh another time babe, i just needed to make sure you were really here and not….”

“dead?”

a shiver shot up your spine as you remembered the awful nightmare, watching emily be torn directly from your grasp. you didn’t want to imagine it again, the more familiar it became the more real it seemed. losing emily was a nightmare you couldn’t bear to watch. 

“don’t say that.”

emily sighed, “we’re surrounded by death all the time, and it’s something we have to think about at—“

“no.”

“y/n—“

“i can’t think about that. i’ve already lost you once,” you shuddered. 

you ran your fingers over her abdomen, lingering on the deep scar where ian doyle had stabbed her just a year ago. then, you thought you’d lost her forever. 

“that’s what your dream was about? him?”

her brown eyes flickered between yours as the corners of her lips pulled down into a grim expression. she pulled you closer, pressing every part of her body against yours, instinctively like she was protecting you. 

“yeah, it happened all over again like he said it would.”

tears escaped from the corners of your eyes, memories of you cradling emily’s bloodied and limp body flashing before your eyes. you felt it all so vividly, the way her breathing became dangerously shallow, your cries, her moans. 

“i can’t promise you what’s going to happen out there. i wish i could tell you that was the end of it.” 

“i know.”

“but i can promise that i’ll fight because loving you gives me a reason to do it everyday.” 

she wiped the tears from your eyes with the pad of her thumb, bringing your head to her soft chest. these moments kept emily going, it gave her something to live for. being able to hold, kiss and touch you brought her unimaginable joy that she had never experienced with anyone else. 

“is that okay?”

“more than okay and i promise to do the same.”

her eyes rested on you as you admired the starry night sky. it illuminated the master bedroom just enough that it casted a dim light over your face. it revealed all of your features in a perfect view for emily to admire all night. 

curiously, you cocked your neck to the side feeling her long gaze on the side of your face.

“why are you looking at me like that?” 

“like what?”

“the way an animal looks at its prey moments before it pounces.” you giggled. 

her tone became slightly defensive, “i can’t admire? and weren’t you the one that frisked me not too long ago?”

“frisking? em, that was not a moment of passion that was trauma.”

“maybe so, but in that moment of trauma you decided to grab my tits,” emily smirked, thinking back fondly. 

“that’s not—“

“and that is totally okay, they tend to have that calming effect on people. but if you must know, i was staring because you look really beautiful tonight.” 

a bashful grin spread onto your face, you couldn’t disagree more. sweat pooled around your face, neck and chest making you feel as if you were doused in grease. strands of your frenzied hair clung to your face only adding to your disheveled appearance. yet emily’s words had a way of disguising all your imperfections. 

“made you smile,” she cooed.

“you always do.”

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[hotchnerbau]

“found family❤️” and it’s the most traumatized group of people you’ve ever seen

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