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For The Very First Time - Emily Prentiss

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Summary : Emily always thought she'd end up with a man, however it's a woman that makes her heart beat faster.

Warnings : set during season 16 (spoiler free), alcohol consumption (be careful with your alcohol consumption!), questioning sexuality, happy ending, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warning.

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French version (will be published today at 6pm)

Song inspiration : 10x better by Marielle Kraft

Emily Prentiss is nose deep in her Sicarius files. She re-reads every piece of information, searching for a detail she and her team might have missed, in vain. She runs a hand through her grey hair, sighing; she looks once again at the first page when you interrupt her reading.

“Excuse-me, I’ve waited until the last minute but I’m closing now and I’m going to ask you to leave, please.”

“Oh my God, sorry !” Emily apologises while glancing at her watch. “I didn’t see the time. You could have told me earlier, I would have understood.”

“Don’t worry, I had to clean everything behind and I noticed you were busy.” you reassure her with a gentle smile.

“That’s an understatement though it’s not an excuse. I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Are you working on something important ?” you ask as she packs her things in her bag.

“You could say that, yes.”

“Where are you working ? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’m an FBI agent, more specifically I work with the Behavior Analysis Unit.” she informs, standing up.

“I get why you were tearing your hair out then” you joke.

“Stress comes with the job.”

“Not to the point of losing your beautiful hair I hope. I mean, I’ll probably be doing just the same at one point, this job is taking all my energy, though it’s clearly not the same. I’m not afraid of coffee beans.”

“You’ve been working here for a long time?” Emily questions.

“Since the opening, I’m the owner. I used to work in insurance and then, one day, I just decided to stop everything and open the café I had been dreaming of for years.”

“It was a good decision. I like this place a lot.” She sincerely compliments and it warms your heart.

“Thanks.”

“I’m gonna leave you alone. I wouldn’t want to make you work even later. Sorry again.”

“No worries.”

You start taking the coffee cup and the small plate when you hear the doorbell ring. You wait for the door to close when Emily’s voice resonates one last time in the café.

“By the way, I’m Emily.”

“Y/N. Come back whenever you want.”

Emily gives you one last smile before leaving the café. You watch her leave through the window before closing the main door and finishing your cleaning.

After that night, you don’t see Emily for weeks. You live your life as usual but you can’t deny you wish you could see her again. Emily has managed to get in your mind with one single conversation. Therefore, as soon as you end up seeing her again sitting at a table, you can’t help the smile on your face. Emily has at least three files spread in front of her and a pen in her right hand. Like last time, she goes through the different pages, a desperate expression on her face. You serve another client before coming to her.

“It looks like you need another coffee.” you say, making her raise her head.

“I need more than this.”

“Are you getting anywhere?”

“Slowly. Too slow for certain people.” Emily sighs, rubbing her neck.

“I’m sure you’ll find all the clues you need.” you softly tell her and you put your hand on her shoulder, making her heart beat faster. “I’m bringing you this coffee right away.”

Emily doesn’t move until you come back, still in shock because of your touch. Once you’re back, you give her her new cup of coffee and a small plate with a chocolate donut.

“I thought you’d need some sugar, too. It’s on the house.”

“You didn’t have to.”

“I want to.”

Before you can add something else, you hear one of your employees calling for you. You smile at Emily then you go see your employee.

Just like last time, all the clients have left, except Emily. And just like last time, you leave her alone whilst you do almost all the cleaning. The second you come back to her, Emily hears your steps and raises her head up before you can talk. She looks at her watch and sighs.

“I didn’t pay attention to the time. Again. Sorry.”

“Oh, don’t worry.” you smile, taking her dishes.

“Do you need help?” Emily asks. “It’s the least I could do to thank you for your patience and the donut - it was really good, by the way.”

“Thank you and I only have to wash the floor and your table and I’m done so no need.”

“I insist. Besides, it’ll get my head out of this case.”

“As you wish.”

Emily takes the broom while you wipe the table.

“Do you often work late?” you ask, interrupting Emily in her task.

“More than I’d want to but it’s for a good cause.”

“And isn’t it too complicated with your personal life? I mean, I guess you have a lot of work to do and you have to travel quite regularly.”

“It can be complicated. My ex was also an FBI agent and even if it was nice because he could understand how busy our life could get, we ended up breaking up because of this. He was kind, it just wasn't working. It’s a bit more complicated to have a lasting relationship when there is distance.”

As you understand Emily’s last relationship was with a man, you feel dumb for thinking you could have a chance with her. Though, you quickly remind yourself she could be just as attracted to men as she is to women. However, you have to keep in mind that you might have zero chance with her.

“I get it but for me, it used to work with my ex. We broke up because our relationship had run its course, not because of the distance. I think that with the right person and the right efforts, it can work.” you genuinely admit.

“What’s his job?”

“She is a stewardess.”

Hearing you correcting the pronoun, Emily is embarrassed and yet, a part of her is also… reassured? She’s not sure why.

“Oh, sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed-”

“It’s okay.” you promise.

“You haven’t found someone else since?”

“No, I’ve been single for a year now so you can make me work late, I don’t mind.” you laugh.

“I still feel a bit guilty.”

You keep cleaning up as you get to know each other. Rapidly, you start laughing together. Emily is fascinated by you, she hadn’t felt this kind of connection with someone so quickly. She can’t stop asking you questions, she wants to know as much as possible about you. Once the café is completely cleaned, Emily is disappointed. She wishes this moment would never end.

“It was nice talking. We should do this more often.”

“Yeah, we should.”

“Maybe somewhere outside this café. What do you think?”

At your sentence, Emily stops functioning normally. Are you flirting with her? She can’t tell if you are though, she is sure of one thing: she wouldn’t mind it if you do. You give her your phone number, bid her goodbye then you walk to your car while Emily watches you leave, a million emotions running through her body.

As the weeks go by, you meet each other several times. At first, in public, in a park, at the movies, at the restaurant, then, one night, you invited her to finish the evening at your place and you discussed until late in the night.

Emily yearns for those moments with you. She always wants to be with you, listening to your voice, making you laugh. She doesn’t understand what’s happening to her. At first, she just thought she found a rare friendship but the more she thinks about it, the more she wonders if her feelings are only platonics. However, because of her work, she doesn’t have the time to question herself so she just juggles between her professional and personal lives.

You invited Emily over for dinner. Emily is nervous about it though, she’s excited to see you, especially after the stressful day she’s had. She wants to relax and she knows with you, she can.

As you finish making the sauce, Emily knocks on your door. You open it and let her in. Right away, Emily inhales the smell coming from the kitchen.

“Oh my God, it smells so good.” she compliments as her mouth waters.

“Thanks! It’s the last recipe I learned at my cooking class. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Now more than ever!”

You give Emily a big smile before dragging her to the kitchen. As a way to whet her appetite, you make her taste the sauce and Emily thinks she’s never tasted anything better. Your cooking might compete with Rossi’s, though she’d never tell him.

After eating your supper, Emily’s stomach is perfectly full. You finish the evening sitting on the couch, a glass of red wine in your hands. Emily talks about her work and her team. She tells you some anecdotes and it makes you want to meet them even more. They seem to be important for her, to be her family. Whilst Emily is talking, you tenderly admire her as your bodies get closer and closer without both of you noticing.

As soon as she looks up, Emily realises how close your faces are. Despite her, her eyes look at your lips. You see it and smile before breaking the distance a bit more. Emily doesn’t back up. Quite the contrary, she lightly leans in, only leaving a few inches between your lips. You’re about to press your lips on hers when a ringtone breaks the tension. Emily takes a step back and takes her phone, finding a new message indicating that there will be a meeting first thing in the morning with Miss. Davis, the attorney general.

“Nothing bad?” you question, frowning.

“No, just some information for a meeting tomorrow.”

After her sentence, there is a heavy silence between you two. This sudden interruption brought you back to Earth and you don’t know if you should act like nothing happened or try to get closer again. Embarrassed, you clear your throat before replying:

“You should go, then. I feel like you don’t sleep a lot and I wouldn’t want to be the reason why you’ll sleep at work.”

“You’re right. I’m gonna go,” Emily accepts and she stands up from the couch. “I had a great time tonight. We should do this again, at my place. Although, I can’t promise you a diner as good as yours.”

“As long as it’s made with love.”

Upon hearing your last word, Emily doesn’t know what to add. She wonders if your sentence was innocent or if you were implying something. She is an outstanding profiler and yet, you manage to make her lose her composure. And so, she simply says goodbye to you before leaving your apartment.

On the way to her home, Emily can’t help but think back to your evening together and the moment you almost kissed. If her phone hadn’t rang, she could have an even more delicious memory than your food in her head. Before that night, she hadn’t realised how much she wanted your lips. As she thinks more about you, she ends up imagining a future with you where you’d be together and for the first time in her life, she’s not reluctant to it. She’s even delighted about some domestic moments, the same moments she used to get bored of in her previous relationships. She knows with you she won’t get bored. It’s different. What she feels for you, in spite of the fact that she might not fully understand it, already feels easier, more pleasant.

You might be in Emily’s mind more than she’d like to, the fact is, she has a case to solve. Indeed, when Emily is in her office, she’s professional. Sometimes, you find your way to her thoughts however, Emily doesn’t let you distract her. Still, her thoughts become louder and louder and Emily feels like she’ll explode. She needs to talk to someone, even if it’s the last thing she wants to do.

At the end of the day, someone knocks on her office door, getting her out of her head. She invites the person in and Tara appears.

“I wanted to say bye before leaving.”

At her sentence, Emily looks at her watch and discovers it’s almost 8:00 P.M. She sighs before looking up to her colleague.

“Tara, I’d like to talk to you before you leave.”

“Sure. Is it about Sicarius?” Tara wants to know before sitting in front of Emily.

“No, it’s… personal. Rebecca is the first woman you date, right? Before, you only dated men.”

“Yes, I did. Why?”

Tara stares at Emily, confused as Emily searches for her words. Never had Tara seen her in this state.

“How did you understand you wanted to be with Rebecca when…”

“When I had never been attracted to women before?” she finishes with a smile, finally getting where this conversation is leading. “First, now thinking back, I know I’ve been attracted to more women than I thought. As for Rebecca, it was just… natural. We met at a meeting and we clicked instantly. I admit I didn’t understand what was happening to me at first. Suddenly, I found myself wanting with her what I wanted with my exes, the only difference is that this time I found the right person. Why this question? Did you meet someone?”

“You could say that,” Emily admits, avoiding Tara’s gaze. “Nothing is done, but I never felt this before. You know, when I was younger, I did everything to fit with kids my age, even if it meant making stupid mistakes. My relationships never really worked at first so I drafted a list for the ‘perfect man’ and whenever the man I thought I loved didn’t fit those criterias, I’d break up with him. The rare times a man checked the boxes, I would always search for a flaw. I always felt like something wasn’t working. I never knew if it came from them or me but those relationships never worked and those men always seemed more attached to me than I was to them.” Emily confesses, sighing. “The fact is, there was always a problem then I met her. Just like for you and Rebecca, we clicked instantly and it seems natural. I don’t feel like I’m playing a role and the more I think about her, the more I realise she fits everything I want in a relationship, even things I never thought about before. But… I don’t know…,” she says with hesitation, “I never imagined myself with a woman and yet, with her, I wouldn’t mind it. For the first time, I see a relationship with someone and it seems… peaceful. It’s ten times better than I thought. You know what I mean?”

“I totally get it.” Tara confirms with a big smile. “She really caught your eyes, didn’t she?”

“You have no idea. But I don’t know what to do. I know she likes women and I think sometimes she flirts with me but I don’t know.”

“You should talk with her. Trust my experience and update me.”

Emily hasn’t stopped thinking about her conversation with Tara and she rapidly understands she’s right. Thinking back, Emily knows what was missing in every of her relationships: she never liked those men, no matter her efforts to like them. Emily also knows the feelings she has for you are more than real so, she decided to invite you over so you can talk.

Yet, once you’re at her place, Emily can’t bring the topic up. She does everything to avoid it. Emily always struggles to talk about her emotions as she learned dealing with them after the fact. However, once she sees your face brightens while you speak about the new things you want to do at your café, she only wants one thing and it’s to act emotionally and kiss you right now. You keep explaining the last baking recipes you want to add when Emily mutters:

“I want to kiss you so much.”

“What?” you exclaim, furrowing your eyebrows and with an ounce of hope.

“Huh… sorry, that’s not what I meant.” Emily apologises, blushing.

“Oh… okay.” you say before marking a pause and getting closer to her. “If it can make you feel any better, I wouldn’t be against it. I’ve been wanting to kiss you for months.”

“What held you back?”

“I wasn’t sure you were attracted to women.”

“I wasn’t sure about it either then, I met you and everything became clearer.” Emily admits, looking deeply in your eyes. “Since I was a kid, I knew I was different, but still I never understood why. And the minute we met, I understood why. I’m a lesbian and… Oh my God, it feels so good to say it out loud!” She screams, joyful and you lovingly look at her. “ I never thought I could be so at peace with who I am.”

“I get it. Realising who you are is never easy, even less when you realise this at our age but it’s so liberating. I’m happy you accepted yourself,” you state, taking her hand in yours.

“I still have some questions, but I think I’ve done the hardest part.”

“Well, I’d be happy to accompany you on this journey, unless you’d rather do it alone, which I wouldn't mind.”

“Did you forget the part where I want to kiss you?”

“Oh no, I still have it in mind.” you chuckle, “though I also know sometimes we need to be alone to unpack all of this. So, I’d understand if you didn’t want a relationship right away.”

“Quite the contrary, for once, everything is easy and I want you. I’m 100% sure about this and I’m not afraid of committing with you.

Determined, Emily puts her hands on your cheeks and gets closer until her lips touch yours. You smile while kissing her and one of your hands finds its way to her grey hair and the other to her waist. Whilst you keep kissing, Emily’s heart is about to explode in her chest. This kiss is the best one she’s ever had. This kiss is soft and yet, ten times better than all the ones she’s shared before. She could kiss you until she can’t breathe anymore and for the very time in her life, Emily knows she’s found the right person for her. In the end, the idea of the perfect man didn’t exist, simply because it was a woman, because it could never be anyone else but you and you’re ten times better than she imagined.

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sucker-for-emily-prentiss · 1 day

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I SCREAMED AT HOW GAY SHE LOOKS

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #criminal minds fandom #emily prentiss is a lesbian #temily

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jemilies · 2 months

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icouldbeaduck · 7 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.

#thanks to purrassicjet for letting me borrow their post #criminal minds #cm #criminal minds evolution #criminal minds: evolution #emily prentiss #paget brewster #emily prentiss is a lesbian #fight me

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gublersg1rl · 4 days

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i went to lesbian city and they alllll knew about emily prentiss

#emily prentiss is a lesbian #confirmed by me #she lovesss miss jennifer jareau !!!#jemily #emily prentiss #criminal minds

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thedelusionalbitchgianna · 2 months

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"Girls without boyfriends how's life?"

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prent1ssjareau · 2 months

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lesbian flag colors picked from this emily prentiss pic

#emily prentiss is a lesbian #criminal minds #emily prentiss

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lux-va-coulter · 5 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 · 6 months

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fuck even the dead guy in the middle shipping the hell out of jemily

#jemily #ssa jennifer jareau #ssa emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #emily prentiss is gay #emily prentiss is a lesbian #criminal minds #bau #behavioral analysis unit #criminal minds edit #criminal minds crack

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1jvles1 · 2 months

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it literally hurts me that i can't meet emily prentiss like it physically aches in my heart like wtf

#emily prentiss #wlw #sapphic #lesbian #criminal minds #emily prentiss is a lesbian #idk why it does that #if i knew what a crush feels like i would tell you it feels like that #lesbian disaster #she's so pretty <3

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sucker-for-emily-prentiss · 3 months

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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.

#criminal minds #emily prentiss #criminal minds fandom #emily prentiss is a lesbian #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x y/n #wlw fanfic #oneshot #writing prompt

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#jemily #criminal minds incorrect #criminal minds memes #criminal minds #emily prentiss #jennifer jareau #jj criminal minds #wlw yearning #wlw #criminal minds headcanons #wlw headcanons #queer headcanons #emily prentiss is a lesbian

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icouldbeaduck · 4 months

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criminal minds writers: you know your character is straight, right?

paget brewster: wait what

#circa 2006 #emily prentiss is a lesbian #l #e #s #b #i #a #n #emily prentiss #criminal minds #paget brewster

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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 ;)

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.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss is a lesbian #criminal minds #fluff #smut #comfort #I usually write Emily comforting reader #But we all know Emily is the one who needs the comfort

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academiareid · 9 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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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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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.

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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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