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mismatched-sockss · 29 days

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Kiss it better

» Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!BAU!Reader » Wordcount: 2,4k » Warnings: hurt/comfort, established relationship, non-sexual nudeness and touching (except for maybe a short allusion but emily turns reader down), reader has female anatomy (breasts are mentioned), mentions of unsub beating up reader and the resulting injuries, reader takes unspecified pain medication, pet names (honey, my love, baby) » A/N: no detailed body description --- pls take a look here for more info about my reader descriptions in general

You tried to muffle the pained groan when you leaned into the shower to turn the water on, so Emily wouldn't hear. You didn't want her to worry her again. Still, not even five seconds later she slithered into the bathroom, almost slipping on the floor with her socked feet as she ran to the door.

"What are you doing?", she asked warily, her brows furrowed as she watched you like a hawk.

"Taking a shower?" You slowly turned to her and simultaneously started to unbutton your shirt. Your knuckles ached slightly from the movement, but the pain was not bad enough that you would have to stop.

"Yes, I can see that. Why are you doing it alone?"

"Because I'm a grown woman and can tak- ow!" Pain shot through your whole upper body when you shrugged the shirt off and moved your arm wrong. You tried to breathe through the pain and shot Emily a thankful smile when she helped you to fully remove your shirt.

She gasped when she saw the full extent of your injuries when she turned back to you after she threw your shirt into the laundry basket. She had been busy dealing with the Unsub and the local police earlier when the EMTs checked you, so she only knew what happend from what you told the team. This was the first time she saw the result of what the man had done to you.

Hotch had sent you to interview a potential witness, but when you knocked on the door the guy freaked when he saw your credentials. You fought with him but he got a couple of good kicks in once he had you on the floor.

Luckily you only had a couple of small wounds were the skin on your knuckles had split from the punches you were able to land, a cracked rib or two and a slight concussion. The big bruise that covered your right side looked really bad; it reached over half your stomach and your ribs up to your shoulder blade, shining in an angry mixture of different shades of red and purple.

As long as you moved with caution the pain was manageable so far and the bruises looked a lot worse than your injuries actually were. You could only imagine how bad it must look to Emily right now.

"Oh honey", she breathed out as she stepped closer. She reached out for you, her fingertips just barely touching the skin of your shoulder as she traced them along the bruise. Even though the bathroom had gotten warmer as it slowly filled with the steam from the hot water, her touch send a shiver down your spine and goosebumps started rising on your skin. "I'm so sorry. I should have gone with you."

You smiled at her as you took her hand between yours. "It's not your fault, okay?" You squeezed her hand and started to draw soothing circles on her skin with your thumb. "We had no way of knowing that Keller was the Unsub, when I left to interview him. And I was the one who insisted I would be fine on my own. Also, you already were halfway to the M.E.s office by then, so you wouldn't have been there either way."

"Still. Reid could have gone to talk to the M.E. alone. Then I could have gone with you." Emily raised her other hand to your cheek and softly stroked her thumb over your cheekbone. "I don't like seeing you hurt."

"I know, baby. But I'm okay." You crooked your head to the side as you leaned into her palm and rolled your eyes as you corrected yourself, because physically you were far from okay. "Okay, more like I'll live."

"You better...", she pouted.

You laughed and after she joined in, a sign that the tension was slowly leaving her, you leaned in to close the space between you both and kissed her.

Emily smiled when you parted and nodded her head to the running shower. "Let's get you cleaned up." She helped you to take off the rest of your clothes and then took off her own so she could join you in the shower. She insisted to do all the work and ordered you to "just stand there and look pretty."

The both of your stepped inside the shower stall and a deep sigh left your lips when the warm water hit your skin, immediately relaxing your tense muscles. The water pressure was light enough that it didn't hurt when it landed on your skin.

Emily reached behind you to grab one of the bottles and signaled you to turn around and face away from her, before she flipped the lid and squeezed some of the flowery smelling stuff into her hand. You closed your eyes when she started to shampoo your hair, her fingers gently massaging your head. She giggled when you hummed. “Feels good?”, she asked. You just hummed again and let your head fall back. When she was done with the shampoo, she unhooked the shower head and rinsed your hair out, then she worked some of the conditioner in as well. Every step - shampoo, rinse, conditioner, rinse - she softly massaged your scalp.

She proceeded to lather her hands up with shower gel. While she was doing so she planted a small kiss onto your right shoulder, right above the edge of your bruise. Emily's hands glided over your skin, washing your arms and your back, and she made sure to move over your injuries as softly as she could so she wouldn't hurt you.

By the time she made you turn back around, her touch had done much more to you than just washing your body. With a new portion of shower gel she started on your collar bones and worked her way down, over your breasts and stomach.

Your breathing quickened and you put your left hand on her waist to pull her closer. You tried to kiss her, but Emily turned her face away and chuckled. “Nope.”

“Mean”, you said and pouted. She kissed your nose before she bend down to wash your legs.

"I'm not being mean, but you are hurt. You'll have to wait until you're better, my love." She looked up at you and the sight alone - Emily on her knees in front of you and the way she was looking into your eyes, paired with her hands on your thighs - almost drove you insane. Like you said. Mean.

You groaned and rolled your eyes playfully. "Why do you have to be so responsible?"

"Because I love you and because I'm your boss."

"Just because you've been in the BAU longer than me, doesn't make you my boss”, you laughed.

Emily shrugged, a wide smile on her lips. "Tomato, tomato. It's pretty much the same thing."

After the both of you were done in the bathroom - freshly showered, bodies lotioned and dressed in comfortable clothes - Emily gave you some pain killers and sat you down on the couch so she could apply new bandages on your hand.

“It's really not that bad”, you said. She held your right hand in both of hers, examining your knuckles - split skin accompanied with light red bruises that were already turning purple.

She shook her head. “It's bad enough. Just let me do this, please?” Emily didn't wait for your answer, didn't even look up at you, before she dabbed some disinfectant on your knuckles; then she wrapped the new bandage around your hand.

“Okay”, you breathed out, giving in. You could tell she still blamed herself that you got hurt, heard it in the way her voice had cracked just now. If dressing your wounds and tending to your every needs would help that she felt better about it, you'd let her.

You didn't blame her. Or even Hotch. The only person at fault was Keller. But you knew, that if the roles were reversed and Emily would have gotten injured in the field while you weren't around, you would blame yourself as well. Probably even if you would have been around.

So you let her do her thing. You let her fix you something to eat, let her wrap you up in a cozy blanket and let her brush your hair. You would lie if you would say, that you didn't like it.

It was still early enough in the evening that you had time to cuddle up on the couch with each other and watch TV while sharing a tub of ice cream. Emily had you sitting between her legs, your back to her chest, so she could hold you without you having to lie on your side. One of her hands had found its way back into your hair, her fingers playing with your hair and untangling the knots that were back in your hair after she had brushed it earlier.

You had stopped paying attention to the TV a long time ago, fully focusing and enjoying her touch. From time to time you felt her planting a quick kiss here and there - the side of your head, your neck, your shoulder.

Slowly but surely it lulled you to sleep, you eyelids getting heavier by the minute. You adjusted your position, turning your head to the side to lean your forehead against her neck. Just when you were about to drift off, your hand slit off Emily's thigh and it collided with the empty ice cream container next to you. You jumped, not because it hurt your hand but because it had startled you in your half conscious state. Immediately after you doubled over in pain; which you regretted the second you did it as it only made it worse.

“Woah, hey, hey.” Emily grabbed your shoulders to hold you steady.

Tears shot into your eyes and you whimpered. It felt like your whole right side was on fire. Now with the sudden movement and since you had rested for a while, your more than sore muscles ached even more than they had before.

A sob fought its way out of your throat and before you knew it, you were full on crying. The crying didn't make it better: your head started to pound again, your side got worse as your body shook with every sob and when you started to hyperventilate your ribs violently protested against having to hold your lungs in.

Emily held you against her, making sure to not hurt you any further of course, and brushed the hair from your forehead. She stroked your hair as she was trying to calm you and she whispered “Shhh, it's okay... It's okay. Just breath.” into your ear over and over again. It hurt her, that she couldn't do anything to help you, to ease your pain. To take the pain away.

It took a while for you to calm down, until your breath evened out and your sobs stopped, only soft whimpers leaving your lips now. Emily asked you if she could get you anything and when you asked for painkillers, she sighed and kissed the side of your head. “It's too early to take another dose. I'm sorry, baby. We-”

“I don't care”, you cried. “Please...”

For a short moment she fought with herself. She wanted to help you, but you only had taken the last pill about two hours ago; the prescription said to wait at least four hours between doses. But with one look into your eyes, she dismissed all caution and nodded. If it only had been 30 minutes, it would have been a different kind of story. And not keeping to the advised time frame one time, shouldn't hurt.

“Okay”, Emily breathed out and carefully got up to get the medication and a glass of water. When she came back, she took a seat next to you and placed the pill in your hand. You took it and after drinking some of the water you gave her the glass back. “Thank you.”

“Of course”, she said and placed the glass down. “Why don't we get you into bed, huh?”

You just nodded. All you wanted to do right now was sleep. You were so tired. From the day, from the crying, from the pain.

“Do you want to go now, or do you want to wait a moment for the medication to work?”, she asked and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. God, you hoped the pain killers would work their magic quickly.

“Now please”, you said in a low voice.

Emily took your hand and helped you stand up, walking you slowly over to your shared bedroom. You stopped at your side of the bed, waited for her to pull back the blanket and then carefully laid down with her help.

“I'll be right back”, she told you, once you were all set. While she was gone, you closed your eyes and hoped, that your pain would stop soon. It had dulled a bit by now and lying down had helped your body relax. Right now, your headache was hurting the most in your body. Luckily it had stopped pounding in the rhythm of your heartbeat, but there was still a constant, sharp pain that felt like your head was about to split open.

You laid your wrist over your eyes - the bandage felt both soft and rough on your skin – and you kept it there, not moving it even when a soft clink on your nightstand indicated Emily's return; presumably with a fresh glass of water. You could hear her walking around the room and shutting off the big room light before she climbed into bed.

She softly touched your wrist and moved it away from your face so she could hold your hand in both of hers in between your bodies. “Are you feeling better yet?”

You turned your head to look at her, watching her pull your hand closer to her face and planting the softest kisses on your bandaged knuckles, one by one. You smiled at her. “A bit, meds are slowly kicking in, I think.”

“Good”, Emily said as she smiled back at you from behind your hand. “I'm glad. Try to get some sleep.” She sat up slightly and supported her weight on her elbow so she could lean down. First, she kissed your lips, then she planted a kiss on your cheek and one on your eyebrow.

“Good night.”

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #ghosts can write #❤️ e.p.#--- mismatched🧦

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babydoll-888 · 2 months

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If you lookin’ for trouble you came to the right place

#rock n roll #current mood #americana #the love of my life #e.p #elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis the best #I love elvis #elvis for Life #elvis #I love him #I’m in love #he is my man forever #I can’t live without him #elvis fans #king of rock n roll

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elvisalltheway101 · 4 months

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I have a request for a fanfic🤭 can you write a smut fanfic about Big Daddy Elvis and reader where the reader really (really really) likes Elvis' belly and man boobs and is not afraid to show it? 🤭😭❤️

••••My Pretty Pretty Baby•••

summary: Elvis feels a lil insecure, so you make him feel better with kisses and sweetness.

author’s note: so I hope you like this! And whew, I was getting a little warm writing this. Not to mention, I was drooling over his jumpsuit outfits.

author won’t zip her lips: I was listening to this song while writing this, although the music video is goofy. The lyrics and harmony is gorgeous 🥰. Although this is a different language than what is heard around and about in America or probably wherever you are, Tongan is a beautiful language. It happens to be mine!

warnings: tiddy sucking, mommy kink, handjob, cum feeding and eating, pinching nipples.

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It’s just the roundness of his tummy that prods against the zippers of his jumpsuits. The way his chest is just round and squishy.

Your tongue flicks against his sensitive nipples faster, as your warm hand travels to massage and rub against his belly. His chest hair tickles against your sweet cheeks, becoming lightly damp with sweat as his chest rises and falls. He whimpers softly, his thighs chaffing together to try and relieve the ache in his pajama pants.

You unbutton his silky top, your nails dragging down his chest and onto his tum-tum. His thick, curly and dark hairs that cover and decorate his stomach tickle your fingers. Just when your teeth graze onto his bud, his pink little nub that’s now pressed between your hungry jaws, he gasps. As one of your hands continue to drag and itch across his belly, your other hand sneaks up to pinch and roll the other, neglected nipple of his.

“M-mama, o-oh, ah. S-shit.” He whimpers out, his blue eyes staring down into yours as he cradles your head gently. His southern accent so thick, the way he pronounces shit is almost like “sheet”, making your head feel fuzzy with love. You teasingly pop off his nipple and lean back on your knees to admire this masterpiece.

You lay your palms on your thighs with a pretty hum. He looks so damn beautiful like this. His chest and tummy now sweaty, his pretty locks of hair sticks to him with every breathe of air he takes. From his chubby, round apple cheeks, to his meaty thighs, you could just drool and cum at the sight. Your eyes stare down at his needy, aching cock that strains against his pants.

He flutters his eyes close, tilting his chin up to the ceiling and panting out, “m-mommy, p-please. M-m’need you. M-m’need your lips, y-y-your hands.” He groans and he flails his hands up to the pillows that surround and his head, smashing the fluffy pillow sacks to his face. “I need sumthin’!”

You smile and nod slowly, leaning down to untie and drag the waistband of his pants and rest your eyes upon his handsome cock.

His penis is hard as rock, curved with his tip that pulses against his heaving stomach. It’s a delicious, stimulating pink for the shaft, and a gorgeous red at the tip. His tip that peaks under his fleshy, foreskin. Although the top of his manhood is hidden slightly with only his shiny slit showing, you cannot miss the dripping mess that glistens on his girth.

You take his warm cock into your hands, and he lets out a sigh of relief. “T-thank you, mama.” He hums out with gratefulness. You lean down, nipping at his male, tender and squishy tiddies. He yelps, but immediately lets out a guttural moan when your thumb firmly swipes onto his tip. Letting out a faucet of precum down his shaft and sticky onto your thumb.

He whimpers softly and bites his bottom lip roughly. “M-mama, m-make me feel good. M-m-make me feel so good.” He begs out, fists flying to ball up the sheets til his knuckles turn white. You smirk, squeezing his cock tightly as you lean down to drag your tongue from his lower belly all the way up to either cups of his man tiddies. “What do you say, my pretty, pretty baby?” You whisper hot against his skin, nuzzling your face into his sweaty, wet skin between either tiddies. Engulfing yourself and inhaling his sweaty and salty scent and taste. The spicy, tangy taste of his moisture lingers on your tongue and you moan from just dragging your lips around each nub.

“p-please, please mama. Please make your predy, predy baby feel good.”

You smirk and nod, jerking and flicking your wrist deliciously around his cock as he lets out strings of profanity with whines and moans. Your lips travel hot kisses, adding on to the sweaty mess. Your teeth nip at his sweet, damp skin, loving the whimpers you can pull out of him.

His hips thrust once into your fist, jaw dropped and eyes flying to the back of his skull as his thighs tremble. Watching his back arch, and belly tighten with his body and chest hair that clings onto him.His cock pulses wickedly in your hand, thick and hot cream spilling out of him.

When he rests and finally catches his breath, you smile and release his softening manhood to bring your hand up to his lips. “C’mon my pretty baby, clean up after yourself.” You urge the back of your fist that’s covered in his semen, to his pink, plump lips.

He nods and closes his eyes, as he obeys and parts his lips to dart his tongue out. He laps up every sweet spurt of cum that came onto your pretty fingers. He rests his head back after a final gulp, and you smile.

“Thank you, mama.” ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• author’s note: I’m so sorry that it took a while to put this out so hopefully this was worth the wait 🫶🏼

#elvis #elvis presley #spotify #elvisaaronpresley #elvis imagine #elvis x y/n #elvis smut #elvis x reader smut #sub elvis #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic #e.p #enjoy!#big daddy elvis #bde #bde smut #big daddy Elvis smut

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elvispresleywife · 11 days

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Guys today I'm going to sum up everyone's mood....

I miss Elvis BADLY!!!! ��😭😭 Can someone PLEASE invent time travel? 😭🤣

#elvis presley #love #elvis #presley #my baby #handsome man #e.p #love him #love you baby #i love him #he's my man.

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doll-elvis · 7 months

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fan merchandise truly reached its’ peak in the 50s when Elvis came onto the scene

photos courtesy of “Elvis in Texas” by Stanley Oberst and Lori Torrance

#an e.p permit ?!?!#where could I aquire such a permit #elvis fans needed non-smear lipsticks for all those backstage smooches #petition to bring these all back #if the Colonel ever did anything good it was designing merch #he was right to plaster Elvis’ face on everything #elvis presley #elvisaaronpresley #elvis #elvis fans #elvis fandom #elvis history #elvis photos #50s Elvis #50s

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evilsatisfaction · 1 month

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#the beast #power metal e.p.#heavy metal #punk rock

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iamdangerace · 11 months

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Operation Ivy, Healthy Body (Sick Mind) from the Hectic E.P. (1988).

#operation ivy #hectic e.p.#healthy body #sick mind #punk #ska #vinyl records #punk records #record collection #punk collection #vinyl collection #vinyl rip #audio post #matt macall #david mello #jesse michaels #tim armstrong

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burninlovebutler · 2 years

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// things that play on a loop in my head

(not my gif)

#my eyes are GLUED #makes me feral #austin butler #elvis movie #austin butler fanfic blog #elvis #austin!elvis #austin butler elvis #elvis baz luhrmann #elvis 2022 #elvis presley #elvis the pelvis #austin butler fanfic #austin butler fanfiction #suspicious minds #austin butler x oc #austin butler imagine #austin butler smut #e.p

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 10 months

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Backs against the wall in mid-1987, but up for the challenge: (l-r) Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, James Hetfield (with skateboard injury) and new boy Jason Newsted

📷 Ross Halfin

#Ross Halfin #Metallica #lars ulrich #kirk hammett #james hetfield #jason newsted #photography #photo #The $5.98 E.P.: Garage Days Re-Revisited #thrash metal #80's #80s #1987 #usa

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bonnielover229 · 11 months

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peppino meets evil peppino, what do you think is gonna happen?

#pizza tower #peppino #peppino spaghetti #hell tower #evil peppino #god e.p is scary and sexy looking at the same time

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mismatched-sockss · 2 months

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» Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Reader » Warnings: just a little fluffy something for valentines day, readers first relationship with a woman (short mention of prior relationships, therefore implied bisexuality; but no gender for exes mentioned), anxious and nervous reader, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption, pet names (reader is called my love), » A/N: written with fem!reader in mind but I left out any mentions of gender for the reader, as well as skin-color

You felt sick. So incredibly sick. The heavy stone that had formed in your stomach for the last couple of hours just wouldn't go away and on top, your heart beat so hard and fast that it made you feel dizzy.

A glance at the clock told you that it was almost time for Emily to arrive. "Oh god, oh god, ohh my god...", was all you could mumble to yourself as you ran around your apartment like a headless chicken, to make sure everything was ready. That everything was perfect. You needed it to be perfect.

To be honest, you felt like you had no idea what you were doing. Not a single clue. None of your exes were big on celebrating valentine's day in any kind of way, and for the last few years you had been single. So not only had you never really celebrated valentine's day before, but more importantly: it was your first relationship with a woman.

It had only been about a month since you started dating Emily. After a couple too many shots of tequila on new years eve, the liquid courage had made you bolder than you could have imagined. So, when the countdown to midnight reached zero and the both of you hugged and exchanged a "happy new year!", you had cupped her cheeks and kissed her. You were so overwhelmed at the moment, that you left the party without another word to anyone and ran home. Literally ran home. The next day Emily stood in front of your door, fresh coffee and croissants from your favorite bakery in her hand and you talked about your feelings for each other.

A part of you wished, all of this would have happened on another day. Don't get me wrong, you loved every second you were able to spend with her. But it was all so new to you, and today seemed like such a big day for some reason. Maybe you wouldn't be as nervous if you would have been dating for longer than a month. Then, if you would have gotten more used to being with her romantically, you wouldn't freak out as much as you were right now.

I mean, this wasn't your first date with each other, nor was it the first time Emily came to your place and / or stayed the night. But there was something about days like this - birthdays, valentine's day, or other holidays like christmas for example - that felt even more special when you are in love and spend them with your partner. And even though the both of you had been friends for years beforehand, it just was different now. Especially so early on in the relationship.

You nervously gnawed on your bottom lip as you let your gaze wander around the place. The food - a recipe by the courtesy of one David Rossi - was in the oven and would soon be done; so, check. Plates and cutlery out on the table; check. Emily had said, that she would bring some wine; therefore, check. The dozens of candles you had placed all around the apartment were lit; check. Nice outfit; check. The bouquet of flowers you got for Emily; che-

The door bell rang so sudden it startled you and it was a surprise you didn't scream. Your heart threatened to jump out of its confinement as you walked to the door. Taking a deep breath you reached for the door handle, your hands trembling.

The first thing you saw was a big, beautiful bouquet of your favorite flowers. Emily exhaled as if she had held her breath and fleshed you a big smile, her eyes shining and full of love as she took you in. "Hello, my love. Happy valentine's day."

"Hi", you breathed, your own lips stretching into a wide smile, "happy valentine's day." You took a step aside to let her in. After you closed the door behind her, you took the bouquet from her and buried your nose in the flowers, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, they are beautiful."

"I'm glad you like them." Emily smiled as you placed a kiss on her lips.

You hurried to put the flowers in a vase and placed them on the table in your living room, while Emily took off her coat. You were speechless for a moment when you saw her. The fabric of the red dress she wore hugged her body like a second skin, knee-length, with a slit on the right side that ended just centimetres under her hip.

Emily did little to mask her amusement when she saw you staring at her. But her amusement was quickly erased by awe when her gaze wandered around the room. Now, it was her time to be speechless, as she took in the scenery. The candles you had placed on almost every possible - and safe - surface, the rose petals that you had placed everywhere, the dimmed lights and the soft music that played in the background.

"Wow... That's...", she started, her brows furrowing as she looked for the right word. You grew nervous. Was it too much? Should you maybe had stopped at music and candles and leave the rose petals?

But before the little voice in the back of you head had any chance to get louder, Emily closed the space between you, reached up to cup your cheek with one hand and run her thumb over your cheekbone. The other found its place on your hip. "Beautiful. It's.." Again, she tried tried to find the right words, but not one came close to describe what she felt.

"So, you like it?", you asked shyly. Emily's gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes as she nodded. "Yeah", she breathed and kissed you.

You pulled her closer and melted into her kiss, into her touch. It didn't take long for Emily to softly nibble at your bottom lip and swiping the tip of her tongue over it. Your lips parted and a soft moan left your throat when your tongues met.

When the alarm clock you had set for when you had to get the food out of the oven rang, neither of you moved. All you did was whisper "Food's ready" in between kisses, but instead of pulling away you pressed your body closer to Emily's.

She smiled into the kiss. "Mmh, I think, I want some dessert first."

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x gn!reader #emily x reader #emily prentiss fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #ghosts can write #❤️ e.p.#--- mismatched🧦

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