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#emily prentiss is a lesbian
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icouldbeaduck · 6 months
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"emily prentiss is a lesbian.” i say into the mic. the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame. a voice breaks through. "no she's right" i turn around and there she is. paget brewster herself.
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rainbowbutterfly26 · 4 months
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It's an Emily Rainbow 🌈
May it brighten your day 🥰
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Interviewer: What would you consider to be your greatest asset?
Emily, pointing at her boobs: Need I say more?
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"Girls without boyfriends how's life?"
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lux-va-coulter · 3 months
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Watching criminal minds is literally just me shipping all the women with Emily.
*Cough cough* JJ and Alex *Cough cough*
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piqtescue · 4 months
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fuck even the dead guy in the middle shipping the hell out of jemily
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prent1ssjareau · 5 days
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lesbian flag colors picked from this emily prentiss pic
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bloodlustngore · 1 year
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Needed Comfort - Emily Prentiss
So, this has been sitting in my drafts for quite a few months not even a few I think its been in drafts since last year, that I just decided fuck it, it's good enough ig, so enjoy ig :)
Originally was supposed to just be fluff, but its me so ofc I had to have some smut in there ;)
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Emily get back home from a case, injured and also needing comfort.
CW: 18+ NSFW, Fingering (Emily recieving), but other then that its fluffy!
You had been missing Emily for a few days now, although the older woman had been updating you about the day, you checking in on her and she checking in on you.
It had been quiet today, you both sent each other 'good morning' texts and then that was it. Today was your day off of work, and also university. So it was a boring day, you went out to get a few things to fill up the cupboards and fridge, especially some more coffee. Knowing that both you and Emily consume coffee quite quickly since you live together.
And then the rest of the day was spent lounging around with yours and Emily's adopted cat, son, Sergio. Laying on the sofa and watching a tv show. ~~~~ It got pretty late and you had no clue you dozed off, checking your phone as soon as you woke up hoping Emily had text that she was coming home. But nothing. Which started to worry you.
Then all of a sudden you heard the front door of the apartment unlock. And that revealed your girlfriend, Emily Prentiss. Sergio jumped down from the sofa and ran towards her. You followed behind.
You heard Emily groan as she leaned down, which indicated she was most likely hurt during the case, which always made you worry of course because what she does is dangerous. "Hi Serg" she greets the black cat and pats him. He meows back happily and then runs off into the kitchen.
"Hi baby" Emily greets you as she stands back up. You were right, she was injured. There was a bandage on her arm and she had a slight black eye. "Oh Em, what happened?" You asked, worrying.
Emily chuckles slightly, as your hand rested on her cheek. She placed her hand on top of yours. "I don't want to talk about it right now" she sighs. You weren't going to push the brunette. Talking about some cases was very difficult for her and the team. Wanting to just forget them...but in the end never doing so.
"Of course love. Is there anything I can do?" You asked. Already knowing the answer when Emily pulled you into a hug. You placed a kiss on her cheek and hugged her back just as much. Standing and holding each other for a good minute. Before you pulled away.
"I'll run you a bath and while you're relaxing I'll make us something to eat" you say softly.
"Can you join me in the bath?" Emily asks. "Of course". Walking with your girlfriend to the bathroom. Emily leans back against the wall and you begin to run the bath. As it runs you help your girlfriend undress. Taking her shirt off and as you did so you leaned in and placed a kiss on her chest. Admiring how beautiful your girlfriend is. You put the vanilla bubble bath in, which was Emily's favourite.
Grabbing her hand after you stripped off your clothes. Emily smiles, just admiring you. Practically making you blush. "You're beautiful Y/n" she says softly, biting her lip slightly.
You smile back at your girlfriend, leaning in for a kiss. "Not as beautiful as you Em" you reply. Giving Emily the comfort she needs.
Emily isn't one to be like this, especially not in front of people. The older woman always comes off as very authoritative and in charge, as well as being able to compartmentalise things a lot easier. Which is she, but considering the fact she didn't want to talk about the previous case right now and came home with physical injuries. She just wanted comfort and of course you were here to provide that, just as Emily does for you.
You got in the bath first this time, usually Emily was the one who got in first so she could wash your back, trace her fingers on your back or just hold you. But this time it was your turn. As Emily sat down in the bath, she let out a sigh of relief. Finally being able to relax herself and muscles, but she kept one arm resting on the side as she needed the bandage off. You pulled your girlfriends back flush against your chest, her head laying on your shoulder, looking at you and smiling, Your arm reached over and helped her undo the bandage. Seeing the damage done to her arm.
"Oh Em, why didn't you call me?" You asked the older woman.
"I didn't want to worry you any further. I should've called I know. It's really not too bad now. A couple stitches so I have to be careful" Emily mentions. You placed kisses at the side of her neck, your hands go to her waist under the water. Emily let's put a few relaxed sighs.
"Can you lean forward for me baby? And get the body wash and shampoo" you mentioned. Emily nodded her head as she leaned forward, reaching over the other side of the bath and grabbing the coconut shampoo and vanilla body wash you both use. Although you preferred the strawberry one you have, you liked the vanilla one because that's Emily's go to scent and when she was away on a case you used it just to smell like her. But she was here right now.
"Do you want me to get the strawberry one to?" She asked just in case. "No, don't worry about it Em" you added.
Emily had to sit up again so you could lather the vanilla body wash on her back, while she got the front. You massaged it into her shoulders and when you hit a spot that had quite a bit of tension Emily let out a low moan, as you relieved the tension in her shoulders. You chuckled. "You sound so pretty" you whispered. Emily smirked at that, turning to face you.
"But the pretty noises you make are better" she reminds you, despite her giving up some control, she was in the middle of that zone. "Tonight isn't about me" you reminded her. But still Emily grabbed more body wash and helped you get your back.
Washing Emily's hair was one of your favourite things. Emily wouldn't ever admit it in front of anyone else but she loved it when you played with her hair. As you massaged the shampoo through her brunette hair, letting her relax again. You completely stopped to press light kisses along her neck and shoulder. "Y/n what happened to washing my hair?" She chuckled. But you didn't listen, instead you trailed your hand down her chest, to her stomach and hip bone. Your other hand squeezed her right breast lightly before pinching the nipple between your fingers. Emily relaxed against you again, her head on your shoulder. You leaned your head down slightly to kiss her, Emily's tongue instantly in your mouth. You hand finally stopped at her pussy, teasing her clit lightly. Emily moaned into your mouth a few times.
"What do you want baby?" You asked her. "You Y/n I want you" she replies. She kissed you again, her mouth opening in a silent moan when she felt your fingers teasing her clit again, before you pushed two fingers inside her. "Shit" she breaths out. You could feel her chest rising and falling. Her breath becoming heavier as you move your fingers inside her.
"More please" Emily whimpered. She was giving you all the control now but you knew it wouldn't last long afterwards.
You sped up your actions, your palm hitting her clit every now and then with the pace of your fingers. Feeling her walls contracting around them. This was supposed to be comfort only, but sometimes 'comfort' for you and Emily also meant soft sex (sorta) in the mix somewhere.
"Y/n oh god!" Emily moaned. She could barely kiss you properly anymore, her mouth dropping open. Her hands gripped on the sides of the bathtub. Knuckles turning white.
You kissed the sensitive part behind her ear "are you close, Em" you whispered.
Your pace quickened. "Shit" Emily whimpered, her soft moans echoed through the apartments bathroom. But neither of you could care less if anyone heard. Too in the moment to bother about it.
"Y/n!" The older woman almost screamed your name. You fucked her through her orgasm, slowing down as she came down from her high. Emily's grip on the bathtub softened. She immediately leaned back into you, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss.
"Your turn" Emily smirks as she calms down, "open" you order, Emily complies and opens her mouth. You put your fingers that you used on her in her mouth, allowing the brunette woman to taste herself.
"Just letting you know how good you taste" you whispered. Emily moaned and you pulled your fingers from her mouth. Emily turned to face you, with a smirk.
"No Em, I got everything I needed from you. Let's just finish up, rebandage your arm, order food and go to bed okay?" You mention. Emily pouted.
"Just because my dominant arm and hand is injured doesn't mean I can't make you feel good." Emily winked.
"Emily. You're bruised and also have a slight black eye." You added. Although you probably weren't going to win.
"Baby, just because I'm injured doesn't mean I'm still not in charge." She added, feeling like herself already.
"Now be a good girl for me" Emily adds.
Smirking at your girlfriend "No, you need to be patient" thinking you were so funny, but now you're in for it tonight.
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academiareid · 7 months
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Sorry but there was no other reason for this shot other than to show miss SSA Emily Prentiss pining over JJ and wishing she was the one kissing her. This is peak lesbian in love pining over her bestie wishing that was her.
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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
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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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icouldbeaduck · 2 months
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criminal minds writers: you know your character is straight, right?
paget brewster: wait what
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rozthedirector · 3 months
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season 11 and 12 writers listen to me, LISTEN TO ME!! EMILY PRENTISS DOES NOT HAVE A BOYFRIEND SHE'S A LESBIAN OKAY?!?!! SHE DOESN'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!!
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The beauty hidden underneath
Summary: You are not comfortable wearing a swimsuit/bikini and Emily is there to help you love yourself.
Ship: emily prentiss x fem!reader
Promt by: @emberfrostlovesloki
TW: body dysphoria
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You’ve been at it for what seems to be hours. It, being standing in front of a mirror, staring at yourself and trying to not cringe or flinch at every scar, every curve and every hint of cellulite. If you stare too long, if you think too much, a new wave of tears will make its way down your face and no matter how hard you try, you can’t stop it.
You try to remind yourself that this body has suffered great pain, has survived many tragedies. That every scar is a story, every dip is a love mark. But you can’t, because this body, this woman staring right back at you, is not a woman that’s pretty. It’s a woman whose thighs are touching, whose belly is slightly protruding, whose glutes are covered in stretch marks.
You turn sideways, you look at how your lower stomach is sticking out. You suck in a breath and hold it, you arch your back, you look thin. You need air, you release that breath and then it starts all over again. The loathing, the tears, the sobs. You punch at the extra fat on your arms, on your belly on your thighs and you try so hard to somehow make it disappear.
You don’t even know how all this started in the first place because you’ve been so good for so long. But as you think about it, you know exactly when it started; when Emily suggested you and her take some time off and go to the beach for spring break.
You’ve been dating for almost six months now and you’ve finally let the team know, which means you can be open about it and be in public without fear of someone seeing you. So when you finally told Hotch and the team on the way home from yet another grueling case Emily suggested you two go to LA, enjoy some time alone, out and proud. You didn’t think twice before saying yes, because she looked so happy and you didn’t want to ruin it for her.
That was two weeks ago. Two weeks of you trying your best to feel comfortable in your own skin. Two weeks of you trying to remember how to swim because in reality, you hate your body so much you haven’t been to the beach in three years. It’s been fourteen days of trying swimsuit after swimsuit, seeing what covers most her skin and what hides her shames.
“Y/n?” Your head has never snapped faster towards the direction of a sound before.
You grab your robe from the bed and turn around as you wrap it around yourself, trying to hide your face from Emily, not wanting to alarm her. “Hey, I didn’t expect you home so soon.” But you didn’t even know what time it was or how long you’ve been standing there.
“Honey, look at me.” You hear Emily asking you softly as she steps closer to you. You shake your head, your body still turned away. “Y/n, please.” She says softly.
You cannot say no to her when her voice is so sweet, so soft, so concerned. You turn around, tears still streaming down your face and you lock eyes with Emily. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” You say, words coming out in broken sobs as you lay your head on Emily’s shoulder.
“Talk to me, sweetheart.” She says, leaving a kiss stop your head. “What is it?”
You raise your head and you look at her; this gorgeous woman you get to call your girlfriend. “I can’t go on vacation with you. Not at the beach, I can’t.” You confess as you pull yourself away from Emily’s embrace.
You watch as Emily blinks several, her expression not hurt but confused. But she seems to put the pieces together quickly after taking one look around and revisiting the scene she came across moments prior; her girlfriend looking at herself in the mirror and crying.
“Oh, honey.” She says, approaching you once again and this time taking you by your wrist and positioning you in front of the mirror while standing behind you.
“Emily, please don’t.” You beg her looking away from the mirror.
“Y/n, do you trust me?” She asks you.
You look in the mirror then, only then, and you look at Emily. You look into her eyes and you smile at her trying not to blink, the bangs too close to her eyes tickling her. “With my life.” You respond, the question not needing to be pondered.
She kisses your cheek and slowly unties the robe around your waist and pulls it down gently, allowing it to fall on the floor. Her hands caress over your stomach, across the jugged scar in the right side of your abdomen. “This on is from when you were twenty three, when you had your appendix out.” Emily says her voice low and sweet as honey. “You told me that you couldn’t stop picking at it because you needed something to do with your fingers.”
“You should know by now, I can’t stand still.” You say with a small chuckle and you feel Emily nod against you, leaving a kiss on your right shoulder.
Her hand doesn’t stay there, she moves the scar on your chest. “That’s from last year. And also the day that I realized how deep my feelings for you went. It took almost losing you to understand. To see.” And then her hand goes and rests on the part of you you hate the most. “And this, this little bump right here is gonna host our future babies.” She says with a small chuckle as her thumb caresses your still empty belly.
“Oh yeah?” You ask her with a small laugh. “So I’m the one who gets pregnant?”
“Oh, absolutely.” Emily says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You’re the stronger one between the two of us. Can you imagine me walking around being kicked and punched? I so don’t have your strength. Or your patience.” You find your hand resting on top of Emily’s and for once you can actually imagine it. And the image of you gaining all this weight has never made you happier.
“How many are we gonna have?” You ask, your smiling growing upon gazing into Emily’s loving brown orbs.
“We’ll start with one. Hopefully they are twins, but if they’re not we can always adopt.” She says with a shrug. “And you’ll carry them with these strong arms and you’ll run after them with these strong legs that chase criminals.” She reminds you, now both her arms wrapped around your waist. “And you’ll put them on those shoulders that always seem to carry the world’s weight on them.”
You turn around in her embrace and you wrap your arms around her neck lazily, planting a kiss on her lips. “I love you, Emily Prentiss.” You say against her lips.
“Good.” She replies. “‘Cause I love you, too.” She kisses you once more, before pulling her lips away and placing a strand lick of hair behind your ear. “And if you don’t want to go to the beach that’s okay. We can go somewhere else. Or we can go to a vacation house I have in the Hamptons. It was it’s one pool and only I’ll be able to see you.”
“You’d go through all that trouble for me?” You ask, your insecurities somehow still getting to you.
“When are you going to understand, y/n?” She asks with a sigh. “I’d go to the ends of the earth for you if it meant you would smile.”
And smile you do, lunging forward and kissing her once more. “The Hamptons sound nice.” You say eventually, because you realized that so long as you had Emily, you had all you needed.
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mydarlingdearestdead · 9 months
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WHOEVER ERASED EMILY PRENTISS BEING A LESBIAN, I HATE YOU.
SO FUCKING MUCH
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prentisssgirl · 6 months
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Tell Me You Love Me | Jemily
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why won't she say it back? god.. did i just destroy it all? those are the thoughts rushing through jj's mind, she had just told her best friend, her co-worker but most of all the love of her life, emily prentiss, that she loves her. the taller raven haired girl is just standing in front of jj looking down on her. it seems like she wants to say something, but she just can't bear herself to do it. why can't i say it? i do love her? no words comes out of emily's mouth, just say the three words, come on, just say them, you do love her, just say them. a look of fear, sadness and struggles can be sensed on emily's face. jj looks down and sighs, did she just ruin it all? all of the past relationship struggles had left emily with big trust issues, with big problems of admitting it to herself, due to the fact of her fear of getting hurt again. jj is so, emily can't find the words, there's not enough words to describe what jj is. she's just perfect. the blonde agent turns around and starts walking away, in her mind, she's blaming herself, she's feeling so guilty and scared that she might've just ruined the best thing she's ever had.
i love you.
jj stops, she doesn't turn around, she just stops.
i love you jenny.
this time jj turns around, there was only two people in the whole world jennifer jareau let call her jenny. her big sister and emily prentiss. jj looks at emily who's standing in the exact same place she had done ever since jj told her she loves her. emily hasn't taken her eyes off jj, she takes a step forward.
i love you.
she says now looking directly into jj's eyes. a soft smile spreads across the soft coloured girl, it's a smile of relief, happiness but most of all love. jj doesn't say anything, she just looks up at emily with a soft smile.
i really do. i really do love you.
the blonde didn't even have to say anything for emily to understand what she was thinking in that minute. emily's hands finds their place on jj's cheeks, she leans down, their lips meet. the softness, the love and the perfect rhythm. they really are each other's missing piece. the first kiss after finally admitting their love for each other, both also to themselves. they part, jj finds herself with her arms around emily's neck, her head on emily's shoulder, she takes in how good everything feels. emily's arms have found their way around jj's waist, they both feel comforted, loved and safe in the embrace.
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