#emily is a bottom

[virescent-v]

“i don’t like being told what to do unless i’m naked” with em? 👀

Bossy

Summary: Emily's been a bitch. You fix her attitude. ;) Warnings: smutty smut smut, my normal tbh. quick and easy, like em Word count: 2.3k A/N: A little short thing to get me back into writing. Thanks Katt for the prompt :)

Emily was pissing you off. Ever since this case crossed JJ’s desk, Emily’s been uptight, more so than usual. You’ve seen her get overly invested in cases before, but something about this one was making her - for lack of a better word - crazy. She was hounding the local police more than normal, squashing peoples’ new ideas and theories before listening, and being short with anyone who tried to talk to her. 

She’s snapped at you multiple times today alone, glaring at you anytime you tried to talk about one of your theories. You’d take it personally, but she was acting like this with everyone on the team. It was causing everyone to give her a wide berth, finding excuses to not be in the same room with her. 

At the end of the day, Emily had frustrated every member of the BAU (including Penelope who was back in D.C.) and half of the local station to their limits. 

And, of course, you were the one who had to room with her this trip. Lucky you. 

The ride from the station to the hotel was tense, silence interspersed with the hum of tires on asphalt. The longer the quiet dragged on, the more angry you got at her behavior. 

Emily and you had become fast friends when you joined the BAU a few months ago. You had meshed well with every member of the team, but your dark humor and sarcasm bonded you with the raven-haired woman. You’ve spent countless hours with each other, both at work and outside of Quantico. 

You felt your phone buzz in your lap. 

JJ: You have GOT to talk to her. She’s driving everyone insane!! 

You: Why does it have to be me??? It’s bad enough we share a room! 

JJ: Because she likes you most! 

You: You’ve known her longer! 

JJ: Nose goes! 

You looked up to see JJ holding her pointer finger on her nose, sticking her tongue out at her. You rolled your eyes at her before typing out another message. 

You: Fine! But you owe me coffee and lunch tomorrow! 

JJ: Deal! Just make her Emily again! 

You locked your phone, glancing up at Emily driving. Her jaw was tense, as if she was grinding her teeth. Both of her hands were white knuckled on the steering wheel. You bit your lip, trying to think of a way to bring up her behavior over the last few days. 

*** 

Entering your shared room, Emily started pacing in front of the beds, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her hands fidgeting.

You sighed. “Em, are you okay?” 

Her eyes shot to you. “I’m fine,” she gritted out. 

You rolled your eyes exaggeratedly, making sure she saw. “No, you’re not. You’re frustrated about something. And it’s driving everyone crazy. So, again, what’s wrong?” 

Emily stopped pacing, glaring at you. “What do you mean it’s driving everyone crazy? I’m fine.” 

You huffed, shaking your head. “You’re not. Look at you,” you said, your hand gesturing at her body, every muscle tense, her hands picking at her nails. “You’ve been short with everyone, shutting down theories for stupid reasons. You’ve yelled at every single one of us today and you’ve managed to alienate half of the local cops. Whatever’s wrong needs to stop, Em, I swear, or it’s going to make this case even harder to solve.” 

Emily scoffed, not liking being told off. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.” 

Now it was your turn to gape at the brunette, your eyebrows twisted in annoyed confusion. “Em, I have spent the last few months getting to know you. Late nights in the office, movie nights on our couches, shopping trips. I don’t know what it is about this case that’s getting to you, but it needs to stop. You need to get your head out of your ass, Prentiss, before it causes you to get benched.” 

You watched as Emily stomped across the room to you, her nostrils flaring, her eyes darkening in anger. Her fists were clenched at her sides as she angrily whispered, “I don’t like being told what to do unless I’m naked, so you better watch what you say to me.” 

Emily had moved closer to you than she ever has before, her outrage and annoyance palpable in the air. You could feel her huffed breaths on your cheek. 

You shook your head, chuckling darkly, barely audible. Emily had never intimidated you before and it wasn’t going to start now. “If all you needed to calm down and be yourself again was a good, hard fuck, all you had to do was ask, Em,” you said, smirking as her eyes grew wide. 

You watched as she took in a shuttered breath, her throat bobbing from the nervous swallow. 

You could see the indecision in her eyes, the want and the nerves. How she wanted it, needed it, but didn’t want to cross that line with you for fear of wrecking your friendship, your work life. 

You brought your hand up, pushing some of her hair behind her ear, taking note of the small shiver that ran through her. “Let me help you, Em. We’ll cross tomorrow when it gets here.” 

Emily closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. When she opened her eyes, they somehow had gotten darker, her pupils blown. She’d made her decision. “Fuck it out of me, please.” 

You tilted your chin up a little, settling into the role Emily needed you to fill. “Strip. Slowly.” 

Emily exhaled slowly, her hands grasping at the hem of her shirt, lifting it inch by inch. She watched you, but your eyes never strayed from her face. When she dragged the material over her head, your eyes never left her face. It furthered your in charge position, making Emily’s breath quicken in anticipation. 

The brunette slowly dragged her bra straps down her shoulders, slowly exposing her modest chest. It took a lot of self control on your part, but you still refused to look at her body. You could tell that it was starting to get to Emily, but she wasn’t going to say anything, excited to see what you were up to. 

As she drug her pants and underwear down her legs and stood back up, you made another few seconds of intense eye contact with her before letting your gaze slowly glide over her body. 

You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about her like this. She was beautiful, striking in a way that made your breath catch the first time you met her. As your relationship with her grew, you were conflicted about thinking of her like this. You’ve come to cherish your connection with her, but you couldn’t help but want more. 

You took your time looking her over, trying to memorize every inch of her in case this was the only time you’d be able to see her like this. 

Emily’s toes started to dig into the carpet, her anticipation growing to a head, the nerves starting to creep up. 

“On the bed, on your back.” 

Emily didn’t need a second to think this time, eagerly moving to the mattress and laying herself across it. She settled her head on a pillow in the middle of the bed, awaiting further instructions. It was something that was exhilarating for you, unexpected. You didn’t think she would be this compliant, but you weren’t going to question it. 

Your eyes dragged across her body again, watching the way that her skin started to flush at your attention. “You’ve been a bitch the past few days.” 

Emily went to open her mouth, to argue. 

“No, no. That wasn’t up for debate. You have been. You’ve let this case get to you.” You started to crawl across the bed, your body between her legs. You remained clothed, the fabric of your pants sliding across her bare skin and causing goosebumps to erupt across her skin. You held eye contact, loving the way Emily’s dark eyes seemed to get darker, deeper. You could feel yourself getting lost in them. “I don’t know why, and to be frank, I don’t care.” You let your hands trail across her shins, up to her knees, pushing her legs further apart. You could feel your own heartbeat speeding up, fluttering inside your chest. “I’m going to fuck your attitude out of you and then we’re going to solve this case and go home. Understood?” 

Emily swallowed, her head nodding briefly. 

“Good,” you said, letting your eyes fall to her bare body. You licked your lips as you looked at her exposed pussy. Through her coarse curls you could tell she was wet, wetter than you expected her to be since you’ve not even touched her yet. 

You leaned down, your eyes back on her face as you gently blew across her sodden lower lips. Emily’s eyes closed, her back arching slightly, her hips trying to push further into the sensation. She was sensitive, something you were going to enjoy. 

Before her back could make contact with the bed again, your tongue made contact, licking quickly from her entrance to her clit, loving the way her voice got stuck in her throat. You decided you didn’t want to tease her, wanting her to get off and relax. Your tongue made a few more passes up and down, enjoying each sound you could pull from her. When she got used to the movement, her body expecting the up and down licks, you switched to swirls around her clit, sucking lightly, before moving down to her hole, entering her with your tongue. 

You paid attention to the sounds she made, the way she whimpered when your tongue made quick circles around her clit, how a moan would get caught deep in her chest every time your tongue entered her. You ate her out passionately, intensely, taking out your frustrations from the past few days on her. 

You could tell she was getting close, the way her leg muscles started to tense, how her hands started to fist in the sheet beneath her. With each swipe of your tongue against her, you could feel her get closer and closer to the edge, the both of you desperate to push her over. As she started to moan more often, gaining volume, you reached up your hands, grasping a breast in each. With perfectly timed pinches to her nipples, Emily came undone against your mouth. You continued to lap at her pussy, swallowing down everything she had to give you. 

Before her body had a chance to relax, you pushed in two fingers, enjoying the way Emily choked out a harsh gasp at the fast pace you set immediately. “You’ve got one more for me, Em. Give it to me,” you commanded, surprised at the strength of your own voice. 

Emily’s bottom lip was caught between her teeth as she struggled to keep up with the thrusting of your fingers. You pushed up her body, using the thumb of your other hand to pull her lip free. “Uh uh, baby. Let me hear those pretty noises.” 

Emily whimpered, her eyes catching yours, a million words being shared between you two. Respect, thanks, lust, love. 

Your wrist was starting to cramp at the position, but there was no way you were going to stop. Not with the sounds she was making, not with the way that Emily was looking at you. With each thrust in, Emily grunted, with each thrust out, a moan. On one particularly hard thrust, Emily’s back arched, her hands fisting into the shirt on your back. Figuring you had found her sweet spot, you focused there, watching with almost primal glee as her head tossed back in pleasure. 

With her throat exposed, your lips made contact to the skin there, kissing and biting at the tender flesh. You trailed your lips up to her ear. “Do you think two orgasms is enough, or should I fuck you into a third?” 

Emily’s only response was a garbled moan, her hands trying to scratch at your back through your shirt. 

You smirked against her skin. “We’ll see if your cunt can take another one after you cum hard on my fingers.” You curled your fingers at that, feeling the spongy spot inside her that caused her to sob in ecstasy, her legs tightening against your hips. On each thrust you made sure to hit that spot. You moved your head back, wanting to watch her come undone. 

You could feel her walls tightening around your fingers, it becoming harder and harder to move within her. You brought your other hand up, wrapping it around her throat, squeezing enough to send a euphoric rush through her. 

“Cum for me, Em, now.” 

She hadn’t disobeyed you yet. 

Emily moaned your name loudly as her walls clamped down on your fingers, forcing you to stay within her as she rode out her orgasm. Her hips undulated against you, riding each wave, reveling in the high.

You worked her through it, easing as her body started to come down. Gently, you removed your fingers, taking satisfaction in the whimper she let out at being empty. You brushed some of her hair out of her face, smiling a little to yourself at the blissed out look on her face. “Feeling better?” 

Emily started laughing, a true belly laugh. “You’re ridiculous.” 

You smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Hey, you don’t get to be sassy to the person who just fucked you back into a good mood.” 

Emily rolled her eyes, her hands caressing your shoulders. “Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes expressing even more gratitude. 

You lightly kissed her, the first of many. “Don’t mention it. Next time, don’t wait until you’re a raging bitch before asking for what you need,” you smirked. 

Emily pushed at your shoulder, shaking her head lightly at your antics. She pulled you down, relaxing under the weight of you, feeling herself drift off to sleep. 

If anyone noticed Emily’s improved mood the next day, or the hickies on her neck, they didn’t mention it. The fact that you two solved the case before the day was over was good enough for them. 

#emily prentiss x reader #virescent v fanfic #emily prentiss fanfic #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x you #no use of y/n #welcome back to the emily prentiss smut fest #except this time emily is a bottom hehehehe #i wrote this in like an hour and a half after a thirteen hour shift so if it sucks no it doesnt

[everythingmaxriemelt]

Films I like in 2023 (some weren’t released in 2023 and I haven’t seen most of the newer films in other Best of 2023 lists)

So, in no particular order:

1. Anatomy of a Fall (dir. Justine Triet, 2023)

2. Past Lives (dir. Celine Song, 2023)

3. Close (dir. Lukas Dhont, 2022)

4. Afire / Roter Himmel (dir. Christian Petzold, 2023)

5. The Watcher (dir. Chloe Okuno, 2022)

6. The Eight Mountains (dir. Felix Van Groeningen, Charlotte Vandermeersch, 2022)

7. Tár (dir. Todd Field, 2022)

8. Passages (dir. Ira Sachs, 2023)

9. One Fine Morning (dir. Mia Hansen-Løve, 2022)

10. Talk to Me (dir. Danny Philippou, Michael Philippou, 2022)

Other films I like in 2023:

Saltburn (dir. Emerald Fennell, 2023)

Ernesto’s Island (dir. Ronald Vietz, 2022)

Barbarian (dir. Zach Cregger, 2022)

The Quiet Girl (dir. Colm Bairéad, 2022)

Bottoms (dir. Emma Seligman, 2023)

Emily The Criminal (dir. John Patton Ford, 2022)

#films 2023 #anatomy of a fall #past lives #close 2022 #tár #passages 2023 #roter himmel #afire #one fine morning #the watcher 2022 #talk to me #the eight mountains #saltburn #ernesto’s island #barbarian #bottoms 2023 #the quiet girl #emily the criminal

[butchbait4butch]

stupid dog can't stop thinking abt getting pinned down and bred

(he/him butch dyke, read pinned)

#butch nsft #butch bottom #butch sub #dyke nsft #dyke sub #dyke bottom #trans nsft #trans sub #trans bottom #emily originals

[juan-francisco-palencia]

Stories Found Letters to Emily. E. Dickinson.

From a house... through one of its windows with a view of hope, of crazy nights, of words like swords. In the center of the great city emanated love, a perfume of nostalgia that silently penetrated all the senses, the people, those who died and those who said goodbye under the shade to see and try to smile at Emily. One day Juan, a pragmatic guy, arrived and sat alone in the middle of nowhere, he noticed and remained motionless dreaming in the air when he felt someone staring at him, when he discovered that elegant woman, he said: inside himself; his demeanor and beauty seems to surpass everything beautiful, the intangible that I have not lived.

[...] Juan, the man who claimed to be a rain bard. And who never stops or refuses anything in the face of a woman's mysticism and sensuality, tried to groom himself from head to toe again and again, and introduce himself. At the sight of him, Emily's heart skipped a beat, she blushed and turned away from the window. Juan could not contain himself, he fell in love and joined the feast of nature and when the wind began to sway the grass, he had to leave, he decided to leave his heart for what he would take and Emily had given him her soul that lay naked before those clean eyes.

—  Juan Francisco Palencia. Brief Narratives.

[Incidental place where words meet intertwine. Philosophy, Contemporary Literature, thoughts, love, poetry, feelings, minimalism, re' readings.]

*Translation and Edition. Alexandra McGregor www.McGrecor.com/ (exclusive contribution) Harrisburg Pennsylvania. USA.

#attempt at poetic action. #juan francisco palencia #spilled ink #writers on tumblr #from mexico to the universe #summer 2023 #poets on tumblr #writing #short narratives #new poets society #reflexions of my life #feelings #imagines #love poem #impressions #words from the bottom of the heart #letters to Emily Dickinson #the same forever #incidental #Alexandra McGregor #harrisburg #pennsylvania #re'readings #light academia

[zeezelweazel]

Until Dawn| NSFW Headcanons|

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I would love to write more until dawn & the quarry as well so send in your requests :)

TW: praise kink (sam, jess), body worship (jess), bondage (emily), pet play(ash), rough sex(ash)

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• Sam •

- Out of all the girls Sam is the most vanilla one. It's not like sex with her is boring, it's anything but. She's just pretty tame when it comes down to it. Would take a bit of convincing if you want her to try something new but she definitely won't venture to far on the kinky side. She, not so secretly, loves it when you call her 'good girl' but that's as far as she'll go with pet names during sex.

- She's a switch with no specific preference. You want her to top you? Get ready for your legs to turn into jello. You want to top her? You'll watch her whimper and moan beneath you as she begs for you to touch her just a bit more.

- Absolutely loves marks. It doesn't matter who they're on. She prefers it when you leave hickeys on places that aren't visible, just so she doesn't have to go through the hassle of covering them up. Her favourite place to mark is your thighs. Her favourite place to spend her day is between your legs and the amount of purple marks on your soft skin are a constant reminder of that.

• Jessica •

- Sex is one of the best things in your relationship with Jessica. She is super energetic and horny most of the time so you two have sex on a regular basis. She isn't too vanilla or too kinky. Middle is good. She would have trouble getting out of her comfort zone though. It's a given that she would be hesitant to trying new things in the bedroom because of her underlying insecurities.

- Speaking of her insecurities, she loves when you show her how much you love and appreciate her through sex. She'd definitely be into body worship and would be delighted to spend just as much time loving your body as you do with hers.

- She's a bottom leaning switch. She's also very vocal in the bedroom and you definitely know when you're doing a good job. One of the things that get her going is praise. She loves the feeling especially when it's paired up with some good old dry humping. If you whisper sweet praises in her ear while she's riding your thigh she'll absolutely melt.

• Emily •

- Much like many other things in your relationship, sex with Emily is a wild ride. She might seem like the dominant top that will roughly give away control, but she's a power bottom at heart.

- She's quite a kinky person. Em is a goner the moment handcuffs and gags appear. It surprised you at first, how such a strong and blunt person had the desire to be topped and dominated. It would take time for the both of you to find a balance but when you do, get ready for the best sex you'll ever have. Em will act like a brat on purpose just to rile you up. It's one of her favourite past times, considering how much she enjoys the punishments that always follow.

- Another thing that Em surprisingly loves is when you pay special attention to her tits. They are very sensitive and playing with her chest never fails to make her whine and whimper while she writhes and rubs her thighs together. Em is neither loud nor quiet. Her sounds are mostly breathless moans and whimpers. She will almost never beg you to touch her, you must driver her crazy for her to reach the beginning point.

• Ashley •

- Undoubtedly the kinkiest one of them all is sweet and quiet Ashley. You know what they say, it's always the quiet ones.

- She's definitely into pet play and adores it when you call her 'kitten' during sex. She is a bottom and cannot top anyone for the life of her. She has a normal sex drive but when she does get horny she's very needy. You're going to immediately know when she's in the mood, she can't hide it even if she wants to. She'd want you to be rough with her. Spank her, slap her, pull her hair, bite her. She's into that shit. She also loves face sitting. Preferably with you on top. She has a lot of secret fantasies, as your relationship progresses and she starts to trust you more she'll let you in on them. She would be very happy if you tried them with her. She would also be excited to bring cameras in the mix.

- The idea of filming a video of you fucking her just so you can potentially jerk off to it makes her so incredibly wet. She would also take a lot of nudes and would on purpose send them to you when she knows you won't be able to do anything about it.

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#wlw #female reader #smut #bottom character #dom reader #sub character #top reader #sub reader #bottom reader #top character #dom character #until dawn #until dawn x reader #until dawn imagine #until dawn sam #sam x reader #until dawn jessica #jessica x reader #until dawn emily #emily x reader #until dawn ashley #ashley x reader

[rushingexpress]

Question; What do you think is happening in this fever dreamy picture?;

AHAH— I've been bedrotting (non aesthetically) and this made me crack a smile for like the first time in the day

okay so, it could be like a tier list kinda thing or just 'ThE pOwEr Of FrIeNdShIp!!' kinda fucking thing

#ttte #thomas the tank engine #oh god #i love/hate the BWBA era #the power bottoms are on the bottom/j #aka virgil speaks wow! #answered #giggling #ttte gordon #ttte james #ttte emily #ttte percy #ttte nia #ttte thomas

[kllingdaddy]

im sick of only seeing emily prentiss smut fics where she is the top. she is literally a bottom GOODBYE.

#emily prentiss #criminal minds #jemily #emily prentiss smut #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss is a bottom #and i will say it again

[verbenaaastuff]

EMILY BROWNING

by verbena

#emily browning #emily browning avatars #rpg ressources #rpg #rpg resources female #fc female #bottom of the river #verbena #female fc avatars

[noahjustcried]

Sagacious (Service Top!Reader x Sub!Emily Prentiss)

part two of the slightly cohesive Shrewd series.

Warnings: NSFW MDNI 18+, Not gonna lie this one is raunchy, angst, period sex (I didn't spare any details so... if it makes you uncomfy DO NOT READ) , emily snaps at reader, gets kinda fluffy, emily sheds tears, reader being an adorably understanding bean

You were basically brain dead at the moment. The only sound that could be heard was the rushing of your blood in your ears. The only thing you could see was Emily with a blank look on her face but piercing eyes that told you exactly how she felt.

Emily had been short today. Aggravated even. And you couldn’t put your finger on why. Her steps were heavier as her heels clicked around the precinct while she gave orders and built a profile. She’d even dressed differently. Usually she’d throw in some sort of bold color to her outfits: a red shirt, a blue blouse, a cream sweater. But not today. Today she had on that black turtleneck, and black slacks. She looked ominous.

You weren’t allowed much time to analyze before she was barking orders at you and rushing you to the M.E.’s. You confirmed her stiff attitude with Penelope on the way to the examiner’s. 

She’d agreed Emily was acting pissy.

“You seem focused.” JJ muttered sarcastically when you got back to the precinct and immediately collided shoulders with some beat cop in the hallway.

“Like a laser.” You replied not even sparing her a glance as you passed by her.

The woman was harder to read than the Necronomicon when she wanted to be. And she hadn’t had an actual conversation with you in three days. You couldn’t reach her. Until you reached the hotel.

The brunette handed out everyone's key cards in the hotel lobby before making an excuse to take the next elevator claiming she’d forgotten her bag, though it was in your hand. You were standing away from the rest of the group glaring at a vending machine in the corner of the lobby and missed the interaction. Well you hadn’t missed it, you avoided it. And you weren’t glaring at the vending machine you were glaring through it at the reflection, Emily’s reflection.

“Y/L/N, are you gonna buy something or what?” Her voice had an edge to it, one you hadn’t earned.

You took a deep breath before replying. “I’m good," You turned on your heels and glared at her more directly. Your eyes scanned her figure then her face, “Are you?”

The older woman huffed dramatically, her shoulders falling and her hand came to rest against her forehead in what you could only assume was ever-building frustration. “I’m fine, here.” She stalked towards you, her footsteps still heavier than usual. She held out the card with the hotel’s logo printed on the front. You took the card between your index and middle finger.

“Emily...”

“Don’t start.” She interrupted before striding toward the elevator with you trailing after her.

“Em—“you tried again when the elevator started moving.

“For fucks sake, can you not!” She snaps. Her voice was pitched upwards and she was avoiding your gaze.

You cleared your throat before sucking your cheek between your teeth, chewing in thought.

“You’re frustrated.”

The woman trilled her lips, her palms came up to her face and she buried her face inside her hands. “I’m not frustrated, you just don’t seem to know how, or when to shut up.”

You raised your eyebrows, your lips were curling upwards. You could take her words personally but that wouldn’t benefit anyone right now. the doors slid open with a ding. You followed close behind her a few steps removed.

Your room was across from hers, perhaps just another way for her to keep an eye on you. she liked having you under her nose even if she didn’t claim you outwardly.

You watched her click her door open and without a second thought you handed her her bag before shoving her forward gently and basically forcing yourself into her hotel room. The door clicked shut behind you.

She had already opened her mouth to curse, yell, scream? You weren’t sure because the words never made it out of her mouth because you slapped your hand over it. When she brought her hands up to slap you away you nabbed her wrist continuing to back her up until she was in the center of the room, the bed a foot or two behind her.

You gestured for her to be quiet then dropped your hand from her pink lips. Your voice was soft yet assertive as you spoke. you stripped your jacket off your shoulders. “You are frustrated..or stressed. I don’t know you suck at communicating but the point is you are not fine. You have been bitchy, and combative all day if it isn’t one thing it’s another.”

“Bitchy?” Emily challenged. You could tell her repetition of the word was not due to a lack of clarity, it was a challenge, or mercy. A chance to take it back. You wouldn’t.

You bent down and ripped your loafers off your feet before shedding your overshirt, leaving you in a pair of patterned slacks, black socks and a black tank top. “Bitchy.” You reiterated. “And it got me thinking..."

"...Three days of silent treatment; I was left with nothing but time to ponder.” You grumbled, gathering the top layer of your hair and tying it behind your head.

“It didn’t click until I saw you getting all watery eyed on the elevator.” Emily was lost for words as she watched you fall to your knees in front of her. She knew what you were planning to do, and she couldn’t let you proceed. So, when your long fingers met her belt buckle she stopped you.

“I can’t.” She cracked. “I’m uh—” you waved her off.

“On your cycle? I know.” You nodded firmly your eyes meeting hers with nothing but lust, determination, and something much softer. “Let me take care of you.” You purred, pulling her belt free from the buckle and working on the button and zipper.

“Y/N,” she whimpered. Literally whimpered. “I’m bleeding, that’s unsanitary at the very least.”

“Emily.” you reassured. “I don’t care.” You tugged her pants down to her thighs then past her knees. “But if you say no we can stop right now and just go to sleep, or if you actually want to be alone I’ll leave right now just tell me what you need so I can help. Her eyes had begun to water again her lips pursed together as her hand came up to your cheek.

“You don’t have to do this, baby.” She whispered, sniffling immediately after.

“I want to. More than anything in the world. I want you, all of you everyday of the month, blood isn’t gonna get in the way of that, not for me.”

You watched her carefully scanning her tear stained face for the first time in days you saw that light in her eyes again. She nodded at you and you grinned a Cheshire grin.

You started with her shoes this time tugging them from her feet then doing the same to her pants and turtleneck she was near bare. Left in a navy blue bra and cotton panties to match.

“Tell me if it’s too much.” You muttered guiding her the last foot until her knees met the comforter and she took a seat.

You placed a kiss on each thigh. Before you reached for the waistband of her panties. She stopped you.

“I want them on.”

“Okay.” You smiled softly and instead of going with your original plan you placed a hand over her diaphragm and applied pressure ushering her into lying down.

“Just try to relax, darling.” You drawled letting your hand caress over her tummy. Rubbing against it as your other hand teased between her thighs which she had clamped shut. You sighed some frustration of your own trying to boil its way to the surface.

You brought your hand to her right bosom and gave a soft squeeze that left her knees trembling.

“Sensitive?” You inquired, slipping your fingers below the material and groping at the flesh again

This time you could feel her pebbled nipple scraping your palm. You ran a thumb over it, which sent a shiver down the older woman’s spine and made her clamped thighs fall apart slightly.

When you looked up at her face she was already looking down at you with her lip tucked between her teeth as she nodded in response.

You purred, dragging your hand further up her thigh with an open palm. Your left hand came to rest over her cotton covered mound, a curious thumb softly ghosting over her puffy labia. Your right thumb did something similar to her nipple.

A high hum vibrated from the older woman’s throat, a moan muffled by her bitten lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Emily.” You purred as you pinched her nipple gently. Sensitivity was fun, until it wasn’t and you didn’t want to hurt her, not in any way she wouldn’t enjoy, though it was entirely too soon.

You felt her cunt throb against your teasing thumb and smirked pushing her panties aside and parting her lips with two fingers. You smiled at the little string hanging from her entrance and leaned in experimentally. You inhaled, her sweet scent enveloped your nose. You placed a small kiss on her pink button and felt her thighs twitch.

“Emily?” You called. Voice barely above a whisper. Her head popped up from where she had relaxed it on the mattress. “Why don’t you go in the restroom and take this out for me, darling.”

You suggested softly while giving the string a minute tug. She looked as if she wanted to argue or maybe she didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t care.

She cleared her throat and sat up despite her reservations, which had nothing to do with you and everything to do with the fact she was overthinking. “I don’t know if—”

Your eyes darted to the wall behind her head. You felt it was time to reiterate your point. “Go in the restroom and take the tampon out so I can devour you the way you deserve, please.”

Emily’s eyebrows raised while you quirked your head daring her to challenge you. You sighed after another thirty seconds of staring. “Okay, you know what.” 

With that you rose on your knees to kiss her lips, your thumb making circles against her clit, causing her to moan into the kiss as you worked her up. Your lips slid from hers to her cheek then her jaw, you nipped at her ear lobe and felt her clit pulse, so you did it again and again until she wouldn’t stop pulsing against you. Her hands placed on the mattress propping her up as you worked her over with just your thumb and her swollen bundle of nerves until she was trembling at the touch.

“Three,” you whispered, brushing her clit faster. “Two,” she moaned out into the open air as you added more pressure, her eyes squeezed shut and her arms trembling under her weight. All while your pointer finger was wrapping itself in the string dangling from her entrance.

She was close. You could tell because her arms were faltering, about to give out any second and her legs kept trying to clamp shut around your torso, though you wouldn’t let her.

You watched her arms give out and her back arch, soon after her heels were digging into your back to pull you closer.

“Please.” She whimpered out.

“One.” You breathed and tugged the string until the bloody cloth was free and her legs clamped around you as your ministrations on her clit pushed her over the edge.

“Oh! Fuck!” She cried. You tossed the tampon in the nearest bin from where you were sitting and you grinned leaning forward to finally indulge.

Your tongue dipped into her entrance hungrily. The metallic taste not deterring you in the slightest. In fact, with the way you were slurping and sucking at her labia and entrance Emily was fairly convinced the taste was spurring you on, though she was more focused on the pleasure your tongue was bringing to her, and here she thought your fingers were amazing. Which , they are but this, this was something else and it was driving her crazy.

She hadn’t stopped cumming and her juices as well as your saliva were smeared across your face and beginning to drip past your jaw.

“You taste so good, baby.” You pulled away but only to use your fingers to spread her puffy pink folds apart.

“Holy Fuck!” She expelled before tumbling into another fit of moans as you sucked at her clit and flicked it with your skilled tongue rapidly. Her own hands came up to squeeze at her heaving breasts. You had to close your eyes or you’d have another accident like last time.

One of her hands tugged at your hair and ripped you away from her folds much to soon and Emily almost came again at the sight of you, your perfect hair messy and flowing between her fingers, your flexed jaw, and hungry tongue lapping up her blood and arousal that was smeared on your lips, your hands flexing on her thighs, and your dark eyes glassy and hazy mind only on one thing: her pussy.

The way you were eating her made her think you forgot that the organ was attached to an actual person.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” She whispered dragging you atop herself and leaning up to kiss your swollen, blood stained lips.

“Thanks, mami.” You breathed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand ungraciously.

“Better now?”

A smirk slid across her cheeks as she chuckled. “Much.”

“Good.” Your hoarse voice breathed out resting your head on her milky thighs like the perfect forbidden pillow.

"You have to learn to let me take care of you. You can push me away as long and as far as you want, I will always be here to take care of you."

"Always?" came her broken whisper her eyes watering again as she brings her slender fingers to stroke through your hair and massage your scalp delightfully.

"As long as you'll have me. Until the day you can look me in the eyes and tell me that you want nothing to do with me. I'll be yours." You mumble confidently, planting an affectionate kiss on her thigh reveling in the feeling of her fingers stroking your scalp.

Her other hand comes up to her own face and swipes away the stray tears sliding down her cheeks as her heart flutters. "Okay." She replies softly pulling the covers up to cover the both of you your head under the blanket as you drift off to sleep with her fingers still stroking your hair as you rest on her thigh.

#noahjustcried #emily prentiss smut #bottom!emily #bottom!emily prentiss #top!reader #sub!emily prentiss #sub!emily #dom!reader #period smut #period sex

[littlecarmine]

EMILY PRENTISS + MICK RAWSON | 5.18 “THE FIGHT”

#cmedit #criminalmindsedit #criminalminds #cm #criminal minds #cm 5x18 #criminal minds 5x18 #.gif #emily.gif #emily prentiss #emilyprentiss #emilyprentissedit #mick rawson #lesbianmily #bangsmily #I forgot about birthdaymily so pls accept this from the bottom of my drafts <3 #qp

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

1x3 | 3x8 

#AHHHHHHHH #this freaking parallel #i love them #faves #started from the bottom now we're here #emily in paris #emilyinparisedit #gabriel x emily #emily x gabriel #emily cooper #lily collins #lucas bravo #love #gif #gifs #gifset

[butchbait4butch]

i wanna have someone hold my arms behind my back and pin me against a wall just to make me beg to have their knee against my crotch

#almost posted this on my tame blog like a dummy #trans nsft #emily subs #emily originals #emily bottoms

[gothgleek]

Who is writing the Fear Street x Bottoms AU? The material is all there

#fear street #bottoms 2023 #bottoms movie #bottoms film #ayo edebiri #rachel sennott #havana rose liu #emma seligman #Emily Rudd #Sadie sink #kiana madeira #maya hawke #julia rehwald #mine

[cloudlessly-light]

I don’t have to make the choice

A/N: Jotchniss smut under the cut! Summary: JJ loved what they had built together, loved that for the first time in her life she could truly let herself go. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,8k   Warnings: Smut, threesome, polyamorous relationship, top JJ, bottom Emily, dom Aaron, dirty talk, verbal humiliation/degradation, oral

JJ slowly climbs the stairs in the house she lived in with her partners. It had been a long day, a tiring day but all of that seemed to fall away when she heard soft gasps and a low groan. She loved when she got home after Aaron and Emily, the excitement always thrilling at not knowing what she’d come home to.

It had been two years since Emily first approached her with the idea of a threesome. Emily and Aaron had already been together for a while, JJ and Will had broken up, and then suddenly, the blonde started to notice the way Emily’s cheeks tinted pink when she was close, she noticed her long lashes and soft looking lips. And then there she was, asking JJ if she had ever been with a woman, asked if she would be interested in it, and how could she say no to that?

It was new, it was exhilarating and JJ found herself finding new realms of pleasure, found out things about herself she never had dared to show before. She reveled in bringing Emily pleasure, and sometimes pain, she adored the way Aaron would kiss her like they had never done anything else, loved feeling two sets of dark eyes on her, loved what the three of them built together. Most of all she loved that with them she could truly let herself go.

She had imagined what both Emily and Aaron would be like in bed many times before she had the privilege to experience it, and she had been disastrously wrong about both of them. She had thought that he would be soft, almost boring to an extent. She had figured that Emily would be dominating and stiff, she couldn’t have been more wrong. It was startingly clear the first time she watched them together, when Emily scrambled to her knees as Aaron grabbed at her with rough hands, how the brunette would beg for more as Aaron grunted cruel words in her ear.

The first time they were together JJ was sure she’d pass out from the pleasure of them, her orgasm intense enough to make the corners of her eyes blacken out.

She figured out that as much as she could enjoy having her control taken away from her, there was something about bringing Emily Prentiss to her knees that gave her even more pleasure. It was a new side to her, a side JJ hadn’t expected about herself, but a side that she knew finally had room to breathe.

The first thing she sees when she enters their bedroom is Emily, naked except for her black silk panties that JJ had picked out that morning, and Aaron fully dressed and watching her with a dark stare.

“Am I interrupting something?” She asks as she leans against the doorframe and two sets of dark eyes turn to her.

“Absolutely not.” Aaron says as he fiddles with his belt. “Emily doesn’t mind an audience. Do you?”

“No, I don’t.” She agrees, and her voice is already whiny, letting JJ know that he’s probably been teasing her for a while.

She moves through the room and stands beside Aaron, his strong arm coming around her waist to pull her into his side.

“She’s ruined her underwear.” JJ’s fingers move over Emily’s clothes center isn’t surprised that they’re soaked through. Emily bites her bottom lip to keep the whimper down and blue eyes find brown. “You’ve been think about this all day haven’t you? What we would do to you?” She climbs on the bed and kneels beside Emily’s body.

“N-no.” She stutters but the word changes to a hiss of pain when JJ slaps her, not hard, but enough to make her quiet down.

“Don’t lie, slut.” Her tony is icy, low, the complete opposite of how she would talk to them during the day and Emily loved that this was a side only her and Aaron had the privilege to see.

“You should have heard her in the car,” Aaron’s voice is raw, thick with want and JJ turns to him. “begged to come, begged to suck me off, for anything really.” He moves away from the brunette and instead turns his focus on the blonde.

“Pathetic little thing, isn’t she?” JJ smiles as his warm hands move along her body, pulling away her clothes one item at a time until she’s wearing nothing but her white silk underwear.

Emily watches quietly as she’s being ignored by her lovers, her entire body screaming for their touch, but she keeps quiet as JJ’s arms wrap around his neck and they kiss. Aaron’s hands are moving over her slim body, groans softly as JJ tugs on his tie.

“You’re still dressed.” She pouts and he pulls back with a smirk.

“How observant of you, sweetheart.” Still, he removes his jacket and tie, unbuttons his shirt as JJ kisses over the newly exposed skin. “Maybe we should just enjoy this ourselves, let her watch and not touch.”

“But you know how much I love watching you destroy her.” JJ reminds him with a raised eyebrow.

The sound of Emily low whine makes them look down at her.

“I told you to be quiet.” Aaron slapped the inside of her thigh and JJ laid down next to her, her touch softer as she slowly trails her fingertips from her underwear, up her stomach and between her breasts until she pulls a nipple hard enough for Emily to arch with the pull.

“You should thank him, you little pillow princess,” She whispers against her hear and Emily sucks in a breath. “all you have to do is lie there and look pretty, why is that so hard for you?”

“I’m sorry.” She whimpers, her hands balled into fists to keep herself from reaching out for the blonde. “I want to please you, both of you.” She looks from JJ to Aaron who’s finished getting undressed, his cock standing hard and proud between his legs.

“What do you say JJ? You want to have first crack at her?” He asks as he pulls Emily’s panties down her legs.

“No, I’m good right here.” JJ presses close to her body, supports her head on her hand as the other move over Emily’s pale skin, nails dragging along her curves and breath hot on her neck.

When Aaron thrusts inside of her it’s slow and deep, making Emily feel every inch of him and she gasps at the stretch. She feels JJ’s smirk against her neck followed by hot, wet kisses along her neck and down towards her chest. It’s soft and gentle and it’s exactly what she doesn’t need and they both know it.

JJ looks up at Aaron who smirks at her in return, they knew Emily’s body better than they knew their own. He watches as JJ’s pink tongue laps over one of Emily’s nipples, sees the way Emily wants to beg for more, her jaw clenched and eyes pleading, while he continues to push as deep inside of her as he could before pulling back slowly until he could feel her desperately clenching around his head.

“Please, more.” Emily finally whimpers, her body straining from the way they’re slowly building her up.

“Sit on her face, I’m getting tired of hearing that pathetic whining.” His words, as cold as they sound make Emily shiver with need and JJ smirks at the way his eyes glint with lust.

“You better not come before I have.” The blonde mutters as she pulls her panties off her legs before grabbing Emily’s jaw to make her look at her. “You’re here for us, nothing but a fucking plaything, made to please us.” Her fingers tighten around Emily’s jaw and the pitiful sob that leaves the brunette makes JJ’s clit throb.

“Listen to JJ, pretty thing.” Aaron agrees as he thrusts slowly in and out of her. “You know how badly she’s wanted to use the cane on you, so you better not come until she has or I’m sure that beautiful ass of yours will be marked and tender for days.”

Emily flushes as her eyes drift toward the closet where they keep their toys before moving back to the blue eyes staring at her.

“I want to make you feel good, please.” She reaches for the blonde, tries to pull her into a kiss but JJ pushes her away.

“Prove it.” She sneers in Emily’s face before straightening on the bed. She throws one leg over her face and feels Emily’s ragged breaths against her. She leans forward over her body and pulls Aaron into a quick kiss. “Poor thing is probably salivating right now.”

“You can’t really blame her for that though, you taste delicious.” Aaron mumbles back and she smiles at him before settling back over Emily’s face. She waits another moment until he starts fucking her again, this time faster before she sits fully down. She can feel Emily’s desperate breaths against her and she smiles.

“Good girl.” She praises and immediately she feels Emily’s tongue move through her wet folds. The muffled moan coming from her matches the breathy moan from JJ as Emily laps through her, pushes her tongue as deep inside of her as she can before moving to gently lick her clit.

Emily wraps her arms around JJ’s strong thighs, focuses her everything on eating her girlfriend out as she tries to ignore the way her body is responding to Aaron’s cock fucking her harder and JJ’s taste on her tongue. She knows that she’s fighting a losing battle, that if they wanted to she’d come in minutes so she zeroes in on JJ’s clit knowing that it was the fastest way to get the blonde off.

“She really wants you to come, doesn’t she?” Aaron grins as he watches Emily lick and suck over JJ’s clit, the blonde grinding down against her mouth slowly.

“Her mouth is magic.” JJ gasps at the pleasure her girlfriend is providing, one hand coming to rest on Aaron’s strong shoulder while the other moves to rub over Emily’s clit.

Aaron groaned at the feeling of Emily squeezing around him, and he thrusted harder against her. His hands held on to her hips to keep her from sliding from the bed as he picked up his pace. He heard Emily’s muffled moans turn needier, saw JJ’s body strain as she leaned against him.

“I swear Emily, if you stop what you’re doing because you’re coming you won’t be able to sit down for a week.” He warned and JJ moaned louder as Emily’s tongue seemed to double in speed on her clit.

JJ didn’t think she’d ever been brought to the edge this fast before, but she wasn’t surprised that her thighs were already closing in around Emily’s head, how the pleasure was building by every second. She rubbed over Emily’s clit faster, saw the way her body buckled in response and she smirked even through her heavy breathing.

“She’s so close.”

“She’s clenching so hard, I’m surprised she’s been able to hold it.” Aaron groans back, his own body straining and sweaty.

Emily could barely hear them over the thrumming in her ears and JJ’s thighs covering them. She tried to focus on JJ, tried to keep her body from letting go. She could feel how close JJ was, felt her clenching desperately around her tongue before she went back to suck on her clit. She sucked a little harder, dug her nails into her thighs a little more and it seemed to be enough as JJ started to buckle against her face, her moans turning louder as she started to tremble above her.

Aaron stopped thrusting against Emily momentarily and instead held onto JJ as she rode out her orgasm, he loved watching them come, either of them, and when the blonde turned slack jawed and eyes rolled back he could do nothing but stare at her.

“Fuck you’re gorgeous when you come.” He told her once she’s come down from her high.

“I really didn’t think she’d be able to hold out.” She laughs as rolls to the side, still trying to catch her breath. “You did so good, baby.” She turned her attention to Emily, kissed her deeply and groaned at the taste of herself on the other woman’s tongue.

“JJ, please I can’t…” Emily could barely think straight, could barely focus on the way Aaron’s cock filled her but wasn’t moving and JJ’s fingers were gone from her clit, ripping her orgasm away from her.

“Aww poor thing.” Aaron’s voice was filled with false sympathy and JJ laughed and it did nothing but make Emily flush deeper with shame and arousal.

“I guess you did alright.” JJ mused and trailed her hand down Emily’s sweaty body until she reached her clit. She rubbed it in fast circles and was immediately rewarded by a breathy moan which she kissed away.

Aaron took a moment to watch them kiss, his eyes moving from how Emily was desperately clawing at JJ, to how the blonde dominated the kiss and he couldn’t help but to think how lucky he was, getting to have both of these amazing women in his life. The moment was gone as quick as it came, and he roughly thrusted inside of Emily again, making her body jolt on the bed and her to break the kiss with a loud moan.

“He fucks you so good doesn’t he?” JJ whispers against her ear and she nods quickly, her eyes locking on Aaron’s. “Don’t you think you should thank him for making you feel this good?” She smirks as Emily’s moan turns breathy and whiny.

“Thank you for making me feel good.” She pants and she feels his grip turn bruising on her hips.

“Good girl.” They both mutter at the same time and Emily gasps at the pleasure of them.

“Fuck I’m going to come.” Aaron grunts and JJ nods encouragingly.

“Do it, then I can clean her up.” Her fingers pinch over Emily’s clit and it’s enough to send Emily crashing into her orgasm. Her back arches of the bed and JJ greedily sucks on her chest, while Emily trembles through her pleasure. The feeling of Emily clenching around his sends Aaron over the edge as well and he comes with a low growl as his hips stutter against her.

JJ let’s them come down for a second, waits until Aaron collapses on the other side of Emily and for Emily’s breathing to calm before she urges her higher up on the bed. She moves between pale thighs and smiles when Emily jumps at the first swipe of her tongue.

“JJ…”

“Shh, you know how this works.” The blonde shushes her before burying her tongue inside of Emily. She moans at the taste of both Aaron and Emily on her tongue, it was one of her favorite things, the one thing she always insisted on doing.

“Baby.” Emily reached for Aaron who wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. She was sensitive, but JJ’s tongue felt good as it moved through her. She felt Aaron’s hand on her jaw, guiding her into a kiss and it dawned on her that this was the first kiss they’d shared all night.

“You want to come again?” He asked softly and she nodded, already feeling the heat back in the pit of her stomach. “You’ve been good, you can come again.”

JJ nodded from her place between Emily’s legs, her lips wrapped around her swollen clit. She looked up just in time to see Aaron’s hand wrap around her slim throat and Emily gasped into another kiss, this one dirty and rough and JJ felt her clit throb at the sight of them.

It didn’t’ take long before Emily was tensing on the bed, JJ’s fingers inside of her and her tongue on her clit, mixed with Aaron’s rough fingers on her nipples and dirty words in ear making her fall off the edge for the second time with a loud cry of pleasure. She was still shaking as JJ kissed her way up her body, could do nothing but whimper as Aaron pulled the blonde into a kiss as she laid on top of her.

“Now it’s my turn with you.” JJ grinned into another kiss and rolled from Emily to Aaron who responded by pulling her closer.

“What do you say about tying her down, stuff a vibrator inside of her and having her watch us until we’re done?” He felt JJ’s nails dig into his chest with excitement.

“I say, that might be the best idea you’ve ever had.”

#jotchniss #Jotchniss smut #Criminal Minds Fanfiction #criminal minds smut #dom jennifer Jareau #top jennifer jareau #bottom emily prentiss #sub emily prentiss #dom jj #dom aaron hotchner #top aaron hotchner

[faerune]

hilltop farm as of fall year 2!!

#i still need to finish paths and slap some fences down around the crop field #bottom left is going to have 4 sheds for various stuff #the one i have now is kegs makin starfruit wine #greenhouse is slowly but surely being filled with ancient fruit now #i also need to buy the rest of the fruit trees to slap in there #also decorate but that will come later #emily plays sdv

[alwayschasingrainbows]

Number three in Emily's Quest

I had never before considered how important the symbolism of the number three was in the final book of the Emily of New Moon trilogy.

Of course, somewhere in the dark corner of my mind, there were memories of frequent references to "three am" and "white nights", but I didn't realize how often the number three manifested itself in the pages of this novel. Here are some examples:

At the beginning of the novel, Emily's three close friends (Teddy, Ilse and Perry) leave their hometown to persue their dreams, while Emily stays in Blair Water.

During their last conversation before Teddy leaves, he and Emily discuss how much they hate the agony of three o'clock in the morning.

When Emily tries to comfort Teddy (who fears that by leaving he is doomed to failure), she notices Vega of the Lyre, shining above the "Three Princesses" (i.e. the three lombard poplars). Emily and Teddy then make their life-long vow to think of each other every time they see this star.

Emily says that there is "no three o'clock in the morning in that star."

Some time later, Emily writes in her diary that "This was a 'big day.' I had three acceptances."

As Emily watches over the dying Mr. Carpenter's bed, she notices that he becomes "restless" at three in the morning. They share a conversation in which Mr. Carpenter warns Emily to write only for herself. He dies shortly thereafter.

Dean's eyes are described as a mixture of three expressions: tenderness, passion and sorrow, when he tells Emily that her stories are only "pretty cobwebs".

As Montgomery puts it "Only three dynamic things happened that year to vary the noiseless tenor of Emily's way." (Emily's "love affair" with Mr. Wallace, Emily falling in and out of love with Aylmer Vincent).

Emily suffers numerous white nights, and the agony of "three a.m." is mentioned many times.

Emily has an idea for her first book at three in the morning: "In her first anguish of loneliness, as she lay awake at three o'clock, Emily had remembered a certain wild winter night when she and Ilse and Perry and Teddy had been "stormed in" in the old John House on the Derry Pond [...] that night of rapt delight "thinking out" a story that had flashed into her mind at a certain gay, significant speech of Teddy's."

Seller of Dreams (Emily's first novel) is rejected three times. After the first rejection, Emily needs three weeks to recover, before she is able to send her book to another publisher.

Dean, asked to review Emily's books, brings it back three nights later. Again, he tells her the book is "Cobwebs—only cobwebs".

When Emily gets injured, three doctors are called.

Emily writes in her diary: "not althogether the [...] failure she supposes bitterly when three MSS. are rejected in succession."

Ilse tells Emily there are times she wants to tell Teddy "something [...] he'd think of for years whenever he woke up at three o'clock o'night."

Murrays are worried for three weeks that Emily might fall in love with a "handsome, dashing Jack Bannister, the Derry Pond Don Juan—"a picturesque scoundrel,"

Emily writer in her diary "How much difference in one's outlook three acceptances make!"

Emily reads a letter about Ilse and Teddy's engagement three times.

Ilse and Teddy's wedding is supposed to take place in the afternoon, at three o'clock.

Ilse and Perry's midnight car escapade takes place three nights before Ilse and Teddy's wedding day.

Ilse's Aunt - Mr. Isabella Hyslop - believes that the wedding isn't going to go well, because she saw a "fragment of an old election poster, 'Blue Ruin,' in black letters three inches long staring us in the face." (She has been married three times herself).

When Teddy comes back to Emily, Three Princesses are mentioned again ("in that old-world garden where the three Lombardies still kept guard.").

In my opinion, the number three is the most important number in this novel.

It appears as many as thirty-seven times and mostly suggests something negative or unpleasant. It is often used to describe Emily's depression and loneliness, her sleepless nights and moments of weakness.

It appears often in the context of Teddy; it is with him that Emily talks about how difficult this hour is for her, when, looking at the three poplars, they make a lifelong promise to each other.

However, it is also a number that manifests itself in the context of her literary career (her first novel was rejected three times, her short stories were accepted for publication three times).

As for Dean, this number only appears when he is belittling Emily's literary talents (when he refers to her writing as "cobwebs"). During the description of their engagement, there is no mention of this number (except in Emily's "white nights").

This number also often appears in reference to Ilse and Teddy's relationship (especially if Perry or Emily are concerned!). It is the hour Teddy and Ilse are planning to wed, or the number of times Emily reads Ilse's news about the engagement. Perry and Ilse's midnight car-drive takes place three days before Ilse and Teddy's wedding.

To end this too-long post, let me quote:

"The number 3 is a very mystical and spiritual number featured in many folktales (three wishes, three guesses, three little pigs, three bears, three billy goats gruff). [...]

Plato saw 3 as being symbolic of the triangle, the simplest spatial shape, and considered the world to have been built from triangles." [*]

[*] https://www.britannica.com/topic/number-symbolism

#emily of new moon #emily's quest #number three in emily's quest #My musings #Meta #I think #another too long post #if sb somehow managed to read it all THANK YOU FROM THE BOTTOM OF YOUR HEART #if sb couldn't i understand