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somber-sapphic · 3 months

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HEY could you please do a jj and emily x reader sickfic 🫶

Cabin Fever

〖Summary: You're sick and are stuck on a jet.〗

〖Word Count: 1.4k〗

〖Pairing: Jemily x Sick Reader〗

〖Notes: Criminal Minds is my current obsession so I am perfectly happy to write this. In the future though if people throw in a prompt or two I can probably create a fic that's more suited to what you want :)〗

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You had started to get sick two days into the case and were incredibly glad that this Unsub had been so easy to catch. With enough cold medicine and tea, you’d been able to stave off the worst of your illness for just long enough to put a killer behind bars.

Your girlfriends had noticed. The whole team had noticed. Even Garcia had been able to hear your congestion over the phone. You hadn’t really been trying to hide it. You were one of those people who got mushy when you got sick, you wanted to be held and taken care of.

Had you been home you would have jumped at the opportunity to be coddled but you were working and with work came a more professional relationship with your girlfriends, even if you were sharing a room. But with work came responsibility and all that.

Now at least you got to go home. You didn't have to look at the faces of dead people or interrogate psychopaths, you could just relax. The box of tissues in front of you was quickly running out with a small pile forming in a plastic bag beside you. Next to the box was a bottle of hand sanitizer, mostly there for Spencer’s peace of mind. The book you were reading had been set aside in favor of an audiobook and headphones, it was just too difficult to focus on the blurry words.

You’d been given occasional worried looks from the team and Hotch had set a mug of tea down in front of you about an hour ago, but you hadn’t touched it. As nice as the warm liquid would probably feel on your throat you just couldn’t do it. The idea of putting anything into your body made you nervous. It was normal for you when you were sick. Plus, you hated tea.

JJ, noticing that you were getting worse, stood from her spot on the couch beside Emily and walked over to you with a soft warm smile on her face. That was a common expression when she was worried but trying to act like she wasn’t.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” she asked, slipping into the seat beside you. You glanced over with glassy eyes and offered a tiny smile, desperately wanting to be anywhere but in the air. The pressure on the plane was wreaking hell on your sinuses, your head and face throbbed, and each jolt of turbulence was like a knife in your skin.

“Don’t feel great.” You admitted, your voice croaky and quiet. The blonde’s face twisted into a look of sympathy, and she reached out to take one of your shaky hands.

“Why don't you go sit with Em? She’s just reading a book; I don’t think she’ll mind some company.” She offered, glancing around at the mess around you. Her crystal blue eyes lingered on the ice-cold mug for an extra second longer than the rest. You could see the gears in her head turning but you weren’t sure where they were going. She knew from experience that you would not be consuming any hot leaf juice.

Emily looked up at the sound of her name, seeming as though she had no awareness of the situation prior. She was deep into a book that seemed to be in Russian which had probably captured her full attention. It wasn’t her best language, so she was taking every opportunity to get better. Mostly to beat Reid. The two apparently had a silent academic challenge thing going.

“Uhhh…” She hesitated, never having been one who really knew how to take care of sick people. The woman had very little experience with being taken care of, so she wasn’t always the best at it. It didn’t matter to you, you wanted her to hold you of course but you really didn’t need anything else.

JJ shot her a look that said, ‘do it or I’ll end you’ and Emily quickly scrambled into a sitting position so that you could take over most of the couch. She opened her arm and beckoned you over, hugging you tight when you crawled into her lap.

You sniffled thickly and a pained moan escaped your lips. Every part of your body ached and lying down seemed only to make it worse. Emily frowned down at you, not entirely sure what to do. JJ had wandered over to the back of the plane, going through the fridge to find something.

The others were all doing their own thing, collectively ignoring you. That was perfect because you really didn’t want attention from them. Especially not the facts. Never before had you been so glad that Reid was asleep.

“What can I do?” Your girlfriend muttered, lowering her voice for your benefit. You shrugged and shuddered, curling up more tightly against her. It didn’t soothe the pain in your muscles, but it temporarily stopped the shivering which made the pain worse.

Emily grabbed the blanket at your feet and pulled it up around you, doing the best that she could not to jostle you too much. She looked back over to JJ who had procured what she wanted and was (thankfully) returning to help.

“Sit up for a second love.” The media liaison coaxed, pulling you up gently with the help of Emily. She produced two small pills and your favorite color Gatorade, suppressing a smile at the amusement on your face. You were surprised that they had it, the only thing that you would drink when you were sick.

With little hesitation you took the pills, wondering why you hadn’t done so earlier. The fever that was currently doing the most damage probably had something to do with it, for some reason, you’d completely forgotten that things like Tylenol existed and had settled for cough medicine instead.

“Now, lay back down for a bit. We land in a few hours, try to get some sleep. I’m going to go work on wrapping some case notes up with Hotch, just take a nap on Em, okay?” She bent forward and kissed your hot dry forehead, mentally noting your temperature. Emily looked mildly alarmed but nodded when you turned to her, signaling that it was okay.

“Do you uh, want me to read? In English of course. It’ll be good to practice some translation.” she asked, patting the book that she had put to the side. You coughed quietly and rested your head in her lap, snuggling close. The worry melted off of her face and she rested one of her hands on the side of your head and began to stroke your cheek.

“If you want. M’just gonna lay here.” You mumbled, grabbing one of her legs to hug. Some part of you worried that she would leave and didn’t quite connect the facts that one she would never do that and two there was literally nowhere she could go.

“Alright. You rest, let me know if you need anything.” You closed your eyes as she picked her book back up and began to read silently, missing the smile from JJ. She’d been watching the exchange from afar, waiting to jump in just in case Emily fumbled it.

It wasn’t that she didn’t have faith in the profiler, it was just that she could be so incredibly awkward sometimes and JJ knew that what you really needed right now was someone to hold you. She itched to jump in and lie on your other side but the quicker she got her work done the better it would be when you finally got home.

“Everything okay?” Hotch asked, following JJ’s gaze. The blonde shook herself slightly and looked back down at the papers, sighing softly.

“Yeah. They’ll be okay. It’s probably the flu, I’m not sure if they got a shot this year. It’s been busy.” She breathed, dragging a hand across her face. The boss nodded sharply and returned to the work in front of him, not requiring any further explanation. That was good enough for JJ.

She went back to her work in silence, glancing up every so often to make sure that you and Emily were okay. While you felt like crap and the pressure in your body wasn’t allowing any level of comfort you knew that eventually you would. But for a while, you’d happily let yourself be cared for by these two wonderful women.

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v3nusxsky · 8 months

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Heyyyyy

Would you write a jemily xFem Reader where the Reader just joined the team and the two women find out that reader has never had a threesome so they have one with reader…? Thxxx so much in advance! Do with this what you will (:

-a writer you chat too <33

One for the books 18+

*Authors note~ Jemily smut has been long awaited and very much missed, I’m sorry it’s taking me so long to get our requests I’m getting ready to go to school seeing a lot of family and still trying to book a driving test *

A/n p2~ I know who requested this one and considering I look up to them and admire their work I really hope this is okay

Trigger warnings~ virgin r soft switch JJ and dom Emily, mommy and daddy kink oral degrading praise kinks cum filled strap vibrator bindings body shots gagging drinking? Masturbation?

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

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Ladies night with the BAU was always interesting, but this was your first one as a member of the team. After all what a better way to get to know you. Truthfully JJ had her eye on you for a while, but her wife was adamant you weren’t even gay at this point. The little fantasy of finding another to introduce into the bedroom at least would have to be with someone who was definitely gay, no matter how much they truly wanted you. But a few drinks later and a few probing questions had you spelling that you were in fact a lesbian and very much single. The green light for the women to proposition you. A quick conversation decided that JJ should be the one to approach you due to her motherly nature.

That was how you ended up sat next to JJ as you had a hushed conversation, Emily keeping Garcia busy which gave the plan a violent shove. “I’ve never um I’m a virgin” you whispered to the blonde. “It’s okay baby, we can teach you everything you want to know, need to know and probably some things you haven’t even thought of” JJ reassured which had you nodding in agreement and admitting how badly you wanted the women. Your fantasies at night would be real and that was sure to be one for the books.

Perhaps that’s enough of the story to explain how you had been taken to the women’s hotel room with the promise of a nightcap and a conversation. The very conversation that had a very drunk you had your top off, revealing a pretty navy blue bra to the women. JJ preparing you with salt and lime juice, all the way from the middle of your bra to the waistband of your skirt, before she pours the liquid along your body and allows Emily to lick up the trail, ensuring to get every last drop of the liquor. The feeling of the raven haired woman’s tongue was unlike no other and you couldn’t bite back a whimper when she gently nipped the smooth skin of your stomach.

From there you were ready to beg them to ruin you, to take your innocence as long as you had them. But Emily already knew how much you needed them, so she set JJ to work. The blonde agent happily stripped you bare and used soft silky material to tie your wrists to the bedposts. From there she spread your legs and with the nod from Emily took an experimental swipe of your slit. Meanwhile Emily had appeared by your head to shower your breasts with her kisses. Truly you had to have died and gone to heaven? Because nothing has ever felt like this, real or not.

Your little whimpers and whines of need were turning both the other agents on to no end, so it was rather hard for them to keep up their little game. Emily had JJ stop and untie you, not wanting to push any limits but giving you a crash course on certain elements. Then she helped you tie the blonde woman up with a skill you seemed to lack. Only then did you watch Emily take your discarded panties and stuff them in the other woman’s mouth to stifle a protest. “Angel, your next lesson is to make your mommy feel good” Emily purred kissing your neck. “Em, I uh I don’t know how” you whispered feeling slightly embarrassed about that. “Oh but you will learn to be a good slut for mommy right?” Emily was pleased to see you nod In response, “then go eat mommy out angel, don’t be rough darling she doesn’t like that too much, gentle licks and kisses like a good girl.”

It took a few trys to find the right pressure and speed and also to get use to the taste of her pussy on your tongue but as soon as you did, you were eating her cunt like a pro, Emily couldn’t be prouder, watching her wife’s face contort in pleasure as her moans were muffled buy your panties had the woman dipping her hand into her own panties to play with her own puffy clit. Truly you couldn’t pinpoint when both the woman stripped down to nothing but maybe that’s because you were busy being fucked by Jays talented tongue. But hearing the praise and encouragement mixed with moans tumbling from Emily gave you the indication that she was very much playing with herself as you pleasure her wife.

“Oh fuck! Y/n good fucking girl, daddy is so proud, oh fuck Jay I’m coming with you, come for us” Emily demanded and be the tone alone Jay was instantly following the command, soaking your face with her cum as it gushed from her fluttering core. You helped her down the best you could before Emily instructed you on how to untie the spent woman. A few moments later JJ was back and ready to confine so Emily demanded she helped position you, after all the guest of honour hasn’t came yet. Once in position Emily lubed up her cum filled strap on and asked for your consent. Of course you gave it willingly, Emily prentiss wanting to deflower you? Any gay teenage girls dream come true.

It hurt at first, your little pained whimper causing JJ to coo at you from her place in the room where she was digging through her bag, Emily kissing away the few stray tears that escaped. But some time and patience had you begging her to move, to fuck you. You wanted to be hers. “Fuck angel, who would’ve know you were a slut? A pretty fucking whore for everyone to use. Dirty girl for daddy” she panted as she began to find her rhythm pounding into your needy cunt.

“Oh but what about mommy’s precious girl? Don’t you wanna be a good girl for me too” JJ teased coming over to you and handing Emily a small little vibrating toy. Emily seemed to get rougher with her thrusts and when you mewled out loudly JJ would silence you with kisses or sucking on your breasts. But soon enough not even that would quieten you so she slipped two fingers in your mouth and pressed on your tongue, causing you to instinctively suck on them. “Oh fuck baby, keep doing that. You should see the way she’s clamping around my cock, wanna cum pretty?” You attempted to answer around her fingers, “oh wait that’s right, our little whore is too busy sucking on mommys fingers to speak, did we dumb you down baby?”

The tightening in your lower stomach was getting stronger the more Emily drilled into your awaiting cunt before you felt it suddenly snap and your body convulse as pleasure shot through you. “That’s it angel, good girl, you’re so fucking pretty” Emily panted before squeezing the balls of her strap on to cum inside of you. Now all three body’s covered in sweat and on the come down from a blissful night, yet Emily was the one to want to clean you both up, to get water and snuggle, JJ opting to curl up and nap leaving you and Emily alone to talk. She reassured you this wasn’t just a fling for them. And that you were so good, she reassured you for any worries you may have until you drifted off to sleep between them both.

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veeluvss · 12 days

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Nice Try

jemily implied smut

jj tries to top after being bottom for so long

1.5k words

cross posted to ao3 (capvenusprentiss)

“That’s it, that’s it baby girl. You’re okay,” Emiy said as JJ orgasmed all over her fingers. “That’s my girl. You did so good.'' Her words were encouraging as JJ panted, her eyes shut tight and her back arched. This was everything to Emily, seeing her girl cum all over her fingers - it was like heaven on earth for the grey–haired woman. JJ calmed down as Emily watched the emotions across her face. She laid against the bed and Emily pulled out her fingers, presenting them to the younger girl. Her mouth was open obediently, wanting nothing but to taste herself like the good girl she had to be for Emily. She sucked Emily’s fingers with vigour and Emily smiled, loving the feeling. “Oh my good girl,” Emily praised and ran her fingers through JJ’s hair. “You’re so good for daddy hm?” “Hm,” JJ mumbled around her fingers, looking up at her girlfriend with her big, blue puppy eyes.

Emily removed her fingers and JJ lay on the bed, smiling and trying not to yawn. She was sleepy now. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” Emily said softly and spread JJ’s legs again. Emily smiled at the mess before running into the bathroom. JJ lay on her back, blinking up at the ceiling, thinking it over. She really loved Emily, loved being her sub - serving her and being used like a stupid little fuck toy. But she wandered if she was capable of fucking her and being on top- if Emily wanted to lose that control her her sometime. Of course JJ had fucked Emily. She’d licked her out, rode her face, but she’d never worn the strap. She wondered what it felt like, to pound into Emily beat after beat and watch her face and entire facade crumble. She wondered if Emily ever thought about it, wished JJ would take control sometimes instead of always being so needy.

Emily suddenly appeared above her and she squealed before hiding her face behind her hands, blushing madly. As if Emily caught her thinking about THAT. “Heyyyy, no,” Emily teased and pried her hands away from her face. JJ whimpered and kept her eyes shut tight so she couldn’t see Emily, so she couldn’t get more embarrassed (if that was possible). “What’s my pretty thing thinking about, hm?” Emily asked, stroking JJ’s hair. “You,” JJ muttered back. “Me? What about me?” JJ whined and wiggled up the bed so she could cover herself in the blankets but Emily grabbed her waist and pulled her back down.

“I’ve got to clean up your mess, take it easy, wiggle bum,” Emily teased and began wiping her down with a hot cloth. “Do you want to shower?” “Not a shower day,” JJ huffed. “Can’t wash my hair yet.” “Do you want a bath?” JJ perked up at the thought of a nice hot bath, with candles and bubbles and salts. She nodded and shot Emily a nice big smile.

“With snacks?” She asked hopefully. “If you ask nicely,” Emily teased and JJ giggled. “Can I have snacks in my bath daddy?” Emily smiled at the question and felt butterflies in her stomach. That was why she did this. She adored being in control of her JJ - looking out for her and taking care of her - spoiling her and protecting her at all costs. “Of course baby, come on,” she stood up and grabbed JJ’s robe from the side. She held it out for her girl to be wrapped up in.

As Emily walked to the bathroom, JJ watched her from her spot on the edge of the bed. Watched the way her hips moved and her hair bounced over her shoulders in its messy ponytail. As she leaned over the bath to reach the taps, JJ imagined her over the bed, spanking her arse til it was red raw the way Emily does to her if she misbehaves. She giggled at the thought of it, unable to even take herself seriously.

“JJ, seriously, what are you thinking about?” Emily asked, almost concerned. JJ was clearly deep in her own thoughts and after such a scene, she needed to ensure it was healthy. “Hm?” JJ hummed, looking up at the mention of her name. Emily left the bath running and came closer to her girlfriend. She kneeled down in front of her and rested her hands on her outer thighs, brushing her blackbird tattoo. “What are you thinking about?” Emily asked. She reached a hand up and caressed her girlfriend’s face. “Just you, like I said,” JJ smiled. “Nothing bad Em.” “What about me then?” JJ blushed again and giggled like a school girl. “Come on, tell me,” Emily practically whined and her bottom lip jutted out, making JJ’s giggling escalate. “It silly,” JJ chuckled and looked away. “It must be if it’s making you giggle so much,” Emily teased and tickled JJ’s belly a little. JJ laughed and grabbed hold of her hands, tightly securing the tickles. “Tell daddy, Jay. You know you’re allowed to express your thoughts and desires,” Emily said in a firmer tone. JJ sighed and still refused to look at Emily. “Do you ever think- no, hm,” JJ began and then stopped. “Do I think, what?” “About me topping you sometime?” JJ spat the question out as fast as she could. Emily let a wide smile form on her face, not wanting to laugh. “I haven’t thought about it before, no,” Emily replied, as calmly as she could. “Is it something you want to try?” “I’m not sure,” JJ muttered, lowering her head. “Hey, it’s okay. We can if you like.” Emily knew it wouldn’t work out but if her girl wanted to give it a go then they’d give it a go. “I want to,” JJ admitted. “I just don’t think I’d be very good at it - but but I want to try.”

“Then we can try it. Tomorrow?” “Tomorrow,” JJ smiled. She was glad she didn’t have to take control today, she still wanted her bath. “Bath and snack time then, come on princess,” Emily smiled and stood up. JJ smiled. She was a princess. Emily’s princess.

The next day came around and JJ was giggly all day. They arrived home and Emily immediately went to take charge of their night but a stern look from JJ stopped her. “Oh yeah,” Emily groaned. “Take my shoes off Em,” JJ said and sat on the ottoman. Emily laughed and shrugged, this was going to be entertaining. “I do this anyway,” Emily said. “Yeah, well- I want you to do it now,” JJ replied and held up her foot. Emily laughed again and began taking off JJ’s heels and setting them nicely on the side. JJ stood up then and, being a few inches shorter than Emily, stood on her tiptoes - Emily tried not to smile at the sight as JJ put her finger under her chin. “Go wait for me in bed like a good girl,” JJ said and Emily nodded, letting the smile out. “Yes boss,” Emily teased and ran upstairs. JJ giggled and kicked her feet happily, this was exhilarating.

JJ entered the bedroom, and Emily was laying on the bed with her clothes on. “I said be ready for me!” JJ said, looking over at Emily with a pout on her lips. “Hey, no pouting,” Emily warned and sat up. “I am ready for you.” “No, no- your clothes were meant to be off,” JJ groaned and turned around, composing herself. She was meant to be in charge. “Jay?” Emily asked, checking on her girl. JJ turned back around with a sudden fierceness. “Take off your clothes and be ready to take me properly. I don’t want you to step out of line again young lady-” JJ said. It felt foreign on her tongue and she couldn’t help but smile - what was she doing? Emily giggled and began getting undressed. “Yes boss,” she said. “It’s daddy to you,” JJ said, walking more in the room and Emily burst out laughing. JJ swatted her with her discarded t-shirt. “Quit laughing at me,” she groaned. “You’re too cute.” “I’m not cute. I’m hot and sexy and domineering,” JJ said. She began taking off her pants in front of Emily and the older woman groaned, she couldn’t even grab her and tell her off for teasing. She had to watch her girl undress so slowly in front of her and just watch…

To Emily’s surprise, JJ grabbed the strap. It made her smile but she didn’t want to laugh again, although it was an enduring laugh. She loved that her girl was trying. She watched her struggle to get it on and thought about asking her. It wasn’t until JJ threw the strap down in a huff and sat on the bed that Emily moved closer. “JJ,” Emily said softly. She wrapped her legs around JJ so her back was in her front and the blonde quickly wiped her eyes. “Okay, tears, okay,” Emily said more to herself, acknowledging them. She held her girlfriend tighter. “I can’t do it,” JJ whispered, kicking the strap with her foot. “Can’t do this. I’m pathetic.” “Hey JJ no, we don’t use those words about ourselves,” Emily warned and moved around so she could see her girlfriend’s face. Taking the opportunity, JJ put her head on Emily’s shoulder. “I’m sorry I- I can’t do it. I can’t take charge, it's not right,” JJ admitted. Emily stroked her back and kissed her head. “And that’s okay. We tried it and it didn’t work but our usual dynamic does.” “But-” JJ whimpered and stopped herself, not wanting to voice her concerns. “But what princess?” “But what if I’m not good enough for you?” “Not good enough? JJ you’re more than good enough for me. Is that where all this came from? JJ I adore you, I love the way things are. If you weren’t good enough for me something would have changed a long time ago,” Emily said. “But what if you want things to change now-” “I don’t Jay. I really don't. I don’t want you to top me, especially if it’s something you don't want to do, really.” “I wanted to! I wanted to try it. I’m just not good at it.” “Maybe you’re not the best top but that’s because you’re just meant to be on bottom, Jay. My sweet little princess, let me top you. Let me take control. You never, ever have to.” “Don’t you wish you didn’t have to be in control all the time?” JJ asked, still cuddled into her girlfriend's side. “At work I do, but here, with you - looking after my sweet girl who just deserves all the care in the world. Plus, you’re just as much in charge of me outside the bedroom,” Emily teased and ran her fingers through JJ’s hair. JJ smiled a little and nodded. “I guess I am.” “I love you JJ,” Emily muttered. “I love you, Emily.” They shared a tender kiss before Emily stood up, she grabbed JJ before throwing her on the bed and climbed on top of her. “Now, what do you call me?” She asked, leaning over JJ. JJ giggled loudly and gripped Emily’s bare waist, taking in the marvellous body on top of her. “Hi, daddy.”

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nikoniclove · 1 month

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I don’t usually write “x reader” stories, but this idea stuck with me, so here goes. Would love to know your thoughts/feedback. Also open to suggestions.

A Good Use of Adrenaline

Your injuries aren’t awful. Sure, they sting like angry hornets, and your body aches all over, but as far as BAU team injuries go, not awful. The basic pain killers from the hospital are starting to wear off, leaving you with an overall tension and tightness. You pace a constant pattern on the worn hotel carpet, the case on your mind. Over and over again, you walk the same way; it helps focus on something other than the aches and pains. So focused, you don’t notice the hotel door open or your partners coming in.

“Hey, baby,” JJ greets, and her voice, though so familiar, startles you. “How do you feel?”

“Fine,” you reply automatically until JJ gives you a stern look. “Nothing that won’t heal,” you correct. Even though you’ve stopped pacing, your foot jitters.

“What’d the doctors say,” Emily asks worriedly, holding your cheek tenderly.

“The usual,” you counter. “Really it’s fine. Some aches and pains. The case?” You watch as JJ gets comfortable, slinging her suit jacket over the back of a chair and removing her crisp button down in favor of a ribbed tank top from her go-bag. Emily brings you up to speed on the case- a suspect in custody with local PD, but you’re more focused on JJ’s tanned skin suddenly on display.

“You’re hurt,” Emily reminds you with a knowing smirk. You both find it hard to look away from JJ’s body at any stage of undress. JJ shoots you and Emily a look that says keep it in your pants. Not that it will help any. “Love, you look like you’re about to burst apart at the seams. You’re nearly vibrating with tension, and you’re injured.” JJ seconds that and drops her slacks to the floor.

“Adrenaline,” you reason. “And it needs to go somewhere. Please, I could really use to feel good.” You watch your partners share silent looks back and forth.

“You have to tell us if things get too intense or hurt too much,” JJ instructs, as she re-folds her sweatpants and drops them back in her go-bag, and stands in front of you. Her hand is soft on your face, guiding your lips to hers. The kiss is gentle and tender, and not at all what you need to soothe the tension stuck in your body. You grab her hips, your grip wordlessly telling her what you need. Thankfully, blessedly, her kiss morphs into teeth and tongue, her hands tangled in your hair.

When you break for breath, your eyes search the room for Emily, smiling bright when you find her relaxing against the headboard in her underwear. She too touches you gently, almost reverently, when you crawl onto the bed, very careful to keep any wince of discomfort from your features. Straddling her hips, you dance your fingers along her pale stomach, up her rib cage, along the fabric keeping her bra in place. You kiss the curve of each beautiful breast, feeling the bed dip with the addition of JJ’s weight. She pulls your hair back to watch how you play with Emily’s willing body.

Emily’s breasts have always been sensitive, and today is no different. She mutters a curse when you lightly bite and suck a hickey onto the swell of one breast, cupping the other with your hand. You love seeing your marks on them, usually well-hidden beneath layers of clothes, but you know they’re there, and it brings you pride knowing how you bring these strong, beautiful women to their knees. Emily gets fed up with the indirect teasing and removes her bra, chucking it off onto the hotel floor. JJ leans into resume their make out session, and you watch for a few seconds, enjoying the view, until Emily grabs your hand and tugs it back to her chest, the instruction clear.

When you finally wrap your lips around one of Emily’s dusty pink, pert nipples, her back arches away from the headboard. You know all the right moves - a pinch, a light twist, a hard suck, a scrape of teeth. You alternate mouth and fingers on each breast until Emily’s ragged breathing fills the air. “You’re so good with your mouth,” JJ compliments. “Feeling good,” she asks Emily.

“Yes,” Emily moans, “so good.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be helping her feel good,” JJ reminds.

“Trust me, I’m enjoying this plenty,” you reply.

“Playing with her breasts got you worked up,” JJ questions playfully.

“Always,” you reply honestly. JJ drags your mouth to hers, your body pressed against hers, knees to nose. Their kisses are so different, so unique to each of them, no less intoxicating. You certainly haven’t forgotten Emily, and you slide two fingers past her underwear, rubbing teasing circles through her wet heat. Emily moans again, deeply affected by the touch and the show of her lovers making out with one another.

JJ stalls your movements when she takes off your loose T shirt. That time you can’t help the grimace that contorts your face. JJ stills, concerned blue eyes asking. “I’m okay,” you insist, finding her lips again. “I’d much rather focus on you and Emily than any residual pain from injuries sustained in the field.” JJ quickly reminds you about your promise. “Yes, yes. I will stop us if it becomes too much. Right now though, it’s not enough. I need more, Jayje.” Appeased for the moment, JJ sheds her tank top, bra, and underwear in one go. “Much better,” you compliment appreciatively.

You find your way between Emily’s spread thighs. Fuck, she tastes good. She’s wet and waiting, shifting her hips in tiny circles, begging for contact and friction. You’re happy to oblige; her clit pulses against your tongue, as you slide one finger inside. You open your eyes long enough to see blonde hair strewn over Emily’s bare chest, and you smirk against Emily’s center, knowing from experience just how good she’s feeling. Heat curls sympathetically deep in your belly.

The next words out of Emily’s mouth are undecipherable - a mix of languages that you don’t speak, too many cobbled together to make any sense at all. You add a second finger to the first and feel victorious when Emily whines. There’s something about making this stoic, put-together, stubborn woman break apart at the seams. After all this time together, you know exactly the curl to bring your raven-haired partner right to the edge. “Fuck,” she groans, one hand twisted in the comforter and the other tangled in JJ’s long, blonde hair. “Please,” Emily begs. “Oh fuck, don’t stop.” You keep the pace and pressure steady. You feel her thighs quiver and her muscles tense. You use one arm to keep her hips from bucking wild.

When Emily does come, it’s with a low, throaty moan that makes you instantly more turned on. You continue your motions, both fingers and tongue, urging Emily’s orgasm through, enjoying your reward. When Emily giggles softly and pushes you away, too sensitive for continued touches, you relent, and JJ scrambles for you, sticking her tongue straight in your mouth to find the taste of you and Emily mingled together. Despite the wild look in her eyes, JJ gently leads you to lie flat.

“I’m not going to break, Jayje. I’ve had worse, and I’m okay,” you insist. “Trust me. I love you, and I will stop you if I need to.” JJ presses her forehead against yours with a small nod. Her blonde hair falls in a curtain around your face, and for an intimate moment, it’s just you two, nothing else in the peripheral. You offer an encouraging smile before placing her hand at the waistband of your shorts.

Emily helps pull them down the rest of the way. She leans over to whisper something in JJ’s ear. Whatever it was, JJ agrees with a megawatt smile and fits her body against yours tightly. Emily lays beside you, so she can trace, doodle, and tease her fingers along your torso. It’s also probably so she can watch for any signs of pain or discomfort. You’re about to tell her it’s unnecessary, but then JJ rubs against you, her heat against yours, and whatever you were going to say vanishes into thin air. JJ smiles watching your face pull into a soft moan. She dictates the rhythm, the two of you connected in such an intimate way. “God, you’re so beautiful together,” Emily whispers, curling a loose wave of JJ’s hair behind her ear.

Your hands grip at JJ’s hips once again, this time nearly desperate to keep her right where she is. You throw your head back against the pillow, back arching. You can feel your own rhythm start to falter the closer you get to the blissful edge. Emily uses the opportunity to kiss along your collarbone and up your neck until she finds the pulse point just below your jaw. A shaky moan echoes in the air, and it takes you more than a few seconds to realize it was your own. JJ’s name tumbles from your lips as a plea. JJ seeks out eye contact, blue eyes with pupils blown wide with lust and love searching for yours. It nearly takes your breath away when you watch her topple over the edge, the muscles in her abdomen fluttering with the effort.

Emily quickly finds a good rhythm, her fingers against your heat. She doesn’t want to leave you aching and waiting. JJ rolls to the other side, still trying to catch her breath. “You love to watch her come, don’t you,” Emily asks. You breathe out a response and spread your legs more for Emily. “The way the top of her chest picks up the cherry red tint, the way her breasts dance and her stomach seems to shiver, the rush of her climax.”

“Yes,” you answer breathlessly. “I love it. I love making it happen.”

Emily hums understandingly. “I share the sentiment for sure.” Her fingers tighten the circles against your clit, and your hips buck against her. JJ mouths at your neck and plays with your breasts. “More,” you gasp. Emily follows the instructions to a T, curling two fingers inside of you while her thumb continues drawing patterns against your clit.

“Breathe, baby,” JJ reminds you. “Don’t chase it. We’ll get you there.” You try to nod. You desperately want to find that release, but your body feels tight with tension. “Tell me how it feels. Focus on her fingers,” JJ instructs, giving you a way to realign your headspace with all the activities. “You feel her fucking you?” JJ dips her own fingers down your body, playing between your folds and along the hood of your clit. “God you’re so wet, baby.”

“Harder, please. Just more.” Emily acquiesces, adding more pressure behind her fingers. You sigh deeply, your body relaxing against the bed as your hips buck by themselves. “So good,” you cry. JJ hooks one of your legs behind the knee, keeping you spread. Emily separates her curled fingers apart slightly, and you feel your walls stretch that smallest extra bit. It breaks the levy, and you squeeze your eyes shut to ride out the pleasure. Emily strokes you through your orgasm. When she does stop, her fingers pull free with a wet pop, and JJ immediately takes her place between your spread legs with her belly flat against the bed. All you can manage is a moan.

She spreads your folds, licking your arousal. You can feel each of her pleased hums like zaps of electricity. Everything feels overly sensitive and so, so good. Emily’s lips surprise you for a second, but you’re quick to reply in kind, enjoying the controlling way Emily takes over the kiss. She swallows another of your moans. And then another. “That’s it, baby,” Emily whispers into your ear, nipping at your ear lobe. “Give us one more. Come on JJ’s tongue. You know she wants to lick you clean.” You shudder at the imagery and the sensations alike. “Good girl,” Emily encourages. That paired with a sharp suck against your clit has you careening over the edge again, and your moan sounds unreal in your ears.

It feels like it takes ages to catch your breath. There’s a hitch in your side that aches with each breath, but you can’t tell if that’s from field injuries or very vigorous and satisfying sex. A confusion you’re more than willing to take. Emily lays next to you, brushing hair away from your face while kissing your cheeks and forehead softly. “All good,” Emily asks.

“Definitely,” you answer honestly, relaxing into her. JJ appears from the bathroom with a damp washcloth in hand to quickly clean things up. A shower will certainly be necessary, but it can wait until you’ve all laid together and enjoyed the relaxing headspace. JJ lays atop you, her body between your legs and her forearms and head resting against your belly. Her blonde hair tickles your bare sides. “Thank you.”

“Didn’t hurt you too badly,” JJ checks.

“I’m much better than I was before,” you confirm. “I was in excellent hands.”

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okay I was just on pinterest for totally different reasons (making a cover for the Spencelle x reader fic) and my whore self saw this picture of JJ and then this picture of Emily and now I am thinking thoughts

so here, have one of those rambling slut posts from me:

(this is so random, written in tumblr and not edited, pain kink, use of the word 'slut' - so, degradation kink, hair pulling kink, slapping, mentions of alcohol (Emily drinking wine), general roughness, implied poly relationship. hopefully that is everything.)

mean!JJ is so rare. and she looks so fucking hot with this stern face and I cannot stop thinking about her going "only my friends get to call my JJ. you can call me Jennifer."

like imagine being a brat and being double teamed by them.

imagine JJ opening the apartment door for you and shoving you inside so hard that you stumble on your feet and when you whine out "JJ please, I'm sorry-" she immediately cuts you off:

"shut up. you know what you did. JJ's gone. JJ got pissed off at the bar when you couldn't stop flirting with everyone like a slut. it's Jennifer now."

because she's not a sweet, nice dom anymore - she's the rare, mean person who punishes you.

and you whine sharply at this - knowing it's going to be a long night, but oh-so excited for it as you feel a unique heat creep through your body. Jennifer slams the door shut and then you hear a chuckle from the other room. you don't know when Emily had gotten home (she had volunteered to stay behind and help Hotch take another look at a case, and now she's standing at the counter, sipping at a glass of wine from a bottle she just opened, a grin plastered across her face because she is highly amused at the conversation she just heard).

"Damn." Emily scoffs. "You must have really pissed her off."

Jennifer gives you another rough shove that causes you to stumble on your feet, and you are flooded with tingling embarrassment when she weaves a hand in your hair - surprisingly strong, and knocks you down to your knees in front of Emily, keeping that grip tight in your hair and forcing you to look up at the dark haired woman from the ground. You let out a high pitched wail as she pulls on your hair, using that pit of motivating pain to remind you who you belong to.

"Tell her what you did!" Jennifer barks.

"I - I didn't do anything!" You screech, trying not to sound guilty.

"Ooh, bad choice." Emily chides, hissing through her teeth in amusement before the sips her wine again.

Jennifer slaps you across the face, and you can't help but to moan with the hazy pleasure-pain. While you're still reeling from the hit, she reaches over and rips your blouse open, causing buttons to splay everywhere, small 'tinking' sounds heard all across the tile. Before you can mourn the loss of your favourite club top, she rips one of your breasts above the cup of your bra and starts roughly tweaking your nipple, sending more pleasurable, painful jolts through you that have you squeezing your thighs together, praying for release - or some contact on your cunt, at the very least. (Which you know is unlikely.)

"Tell. Her. What. You. Did." Jennifer hisses in your ear.

"I was a slut!" You cry out, finally complying with her wishes.

"Naughty girl." Emily chastises you, clearly taking a joyous pleasure in the show that JJ has put on for her. "What are we gonna do with this slut?"

Emily clicks her tongue and puts her glass down, walking over to you and thumbing across your cheek, wiping away tears you didn't even realize had formed. For once, she would be the soft, forgiving one. She had to be when JJ became this harsh. (You loved it so much, though.)

"Only one thing we can do." Jennifer huffed out. "Only one thing this slut is good for."

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28. “Are you wearing my shirt?” and 44. "C'mere, you can sit on my lap until i'm done working." w/ jemily x reader. thanksss

1.1𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || 1.1𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐧𝐢 ®

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐱 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

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“Ouch.” You hissed as you bumped into the wall, paddling to the office, squinting slightly at the light, you see your lovers both at their desk, head buried in their work before glancing up hearing your arrival, “Hey, baby. We didn’t wake you, did we?” JJ asked wearing a sympathy smile leaning back in her chair.

Shaking your head, you walked over to Emily’s desk that was closer and parch yourself on the corner. “We’re just trying to finish this paperwork.” Emily explains to you, eyeing you up and down. You only wore a t-shirt that looked familiar to her, showing off your legs, she caught a glimpse of your underwear as you sat. “Are you wearing my shirt?”

Sheepishly, you nod looking down at the shirt as your cheeks flush, Emily and JJ chuckle at your reaction. “Are you guys almost finished?” You glance at their paperwork.

“Sorta.” JJ winces looking around the desk then glancing up at you, “Why don’t you go back to bed, hm? You need your sleep.” Emily lays her hand on your thigh rubbing it softly.

“You guys need sleep too” You point out to them knowing they’ve been working on this since the minute they got home which was probably around 10 and it was now 2am. “I’m not going until you do” You cross your arms on your chest giving them a challenging look.

They sigh in defeat knowing they couldn’t win with you making you grin. “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.” Emily pushes her chair out and pats her lap which you happily sat on, laying your head on her shoulder burying yourself in her warmth, Emily’s arm wrapping around your back.

“Go to sleep, my baby.” JJ rubs your outstretched leg before going back to her work. Emily scoots herself in and begins doing to same but not before pressing a kiss on your head. You sigh happily closing your eyes, the sound of their writing luring you back to sleep.

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Lion Dance

Title: Lion Dance Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x Emily Prentiss x Reader Prompt: 9. "Well, who's it going to be?" "Both of you." Minors DNI, 18+ Warnings: smut, threesome (FFF), top Jennifer, top Reader, bottom Emily, strap on, oral (f receiving), vaginal fingering R WC: 1905

JJ checked over her outfit in the mirror. The tailored suit Y/n had paid for looked even better on JJ than either woman had expected. Emily's jaw was bound to hit the floor when she saw Y/n. JJ hadn't seen Y/n yet, so she didn't know how it compared. All that JJ knew was that Y/n was in for the competition of a lifetime. Each woman had her own advantages in Emily's eyes, and JJ's was the closeness of her relationship with Emily. Y/n may have had the money and power, but JJ and Emily knew each other. JJ had the potential and ambition to be more than a hookup for Emily, and as far as JJ knew, Y/n didn't want anything more than a few flings. Still, the two of them had been locked in a pretty serious battle for Emily's affections.

Y/n's party was in full swing by the time that JJ made her way down the stairs. It looked like something out of the Great Gatsby novel. A celebration and presentation of debauchery in all of its finest forms. JJ smirked as she thought of the full-blown freakout that her mother would have had if she saw this place. Even before Rosalyn's death, JJ's mother had been paranoid about the ongoings in big cities. She had all but begged JJ not to go to Penn State, where she couldn't be looked after. If JJ's mother knew that JJ had even considered walking into a party like this, the woman would have had to be committed.

"Jenny darling, you've finally joined us," Y/n greeted. Jennifer's mouth went dry when she saw what Y/n was wearing. The dress was practically see-through, and the only modesty offered was from the very expensive fur-lined shawl draped across her arms and off the shoulder. "Emily, doesn't she just look devilishly good?"

"What kind of game are you playing at?" Jennifer asked as she flagged down a waiter to get herself a drink.

"I don't play games. All that's happening right now is deciding what kind of dance I'll be doing by the end of the night," Y/n corrected. JJ looked past Y/n at Emily, who seemed to be no wiser to Y/n's intentions. JJ thought that was fine, if Y/n wanted to act mysterious, JJ wouldn't be the one to stop her. That wasn't the sort of thing that Emily liked anyways, she had been craving something a little more straightforward. "Come, sit, drink with us."

JJ joined the two of them on the little loveseat they were lounging on. Admittedly, JJ found herself feeling very relaxed around Y/n. The woman had been a pain in her ass on multiple occasions before, but JJ honestly sort of liked being around her. There was something about all of the extravagance and mystery that surrounded Y/n that pulled JJ even further into her. She understood Emily's hesitance to make a choice between the two of them. JJ wasn't even so sure that she'd pick herself if she was in Emily's shoes.

Y/n's party died down much quicker than JJ had expected. It made for a very quick and easy escape up to Y/n's bedroom. JJ had already been upstairs in one of the guest rooms, but it hadn't compared to Y/n's actual bedroom. Everything was red and gold, matching perfectly to the dress and shawl that Y/n had chosen for the night. That much coordination meant that an awful lot of planning had gone into the night. Even parts of JJ's suit were meant to match Y/n's decorum and setup. She had included JJ into everything without JJ even knowing in the first place. It was impressive and sneaky in a way that made JJ grateful Y/n had no desire to start committing murders of any sort. She'd be the kind of unsub that they chased around and around for years before one of them just gave up.

"Do you know why I love America so much? There are so many choices. Food, clothing, art, furniture, sex. You can have something be functionally the same as the thing next to it, but feel and look wildly different. Emily, you've got a choice to make, one that I am sure you knew was coming. I don't know how JJ feels, but it's been like torture waiting for you to go one way or the other. Tonight, I believe is the perfect night for the grand finale of whatever this is. After this, I must move on, but know that there will be no hard feelings." JJ thought Y/n's speech was eerily similar to something a serial killer would have said before they killed a victim. Y/n, however, was more of a victim of Emily's indecision than anything. JJ hadn't noticed it before, but there was something unhinged about the woman that was thinly veiled by the money she had at her disposal. Anybody could look sane if they tried hard enough, and it seemed like Y/n was at her wit's end with trying.

"What are you getting at?" Emily asked.

"I'm getting at the fact that you've been bouncing between JJ and I for months. So close, yet so far away for the both of us. I can't take it anymore, so there must be a choice. And well, who's it going to be?" Y/n dropped her shawl onto the ground as she stalked over to the bed. Both JJ and Emily were watching her closely, looking for any sign that she didn't mean what she was saying. "Well?"

"Both of you," Emily answered quickly. Y/n smirked as she looked over at JJ. Y/n was more than happy with that, and all she needed was for JJ to be on board as well. Y/n didn't want to get ahead of herself, but she swore that she could see JJ's eyes light up a little as Emily looked between the two of them. "I-if that's okay."

"It sounds perfect." JJ surprised both Emily and Y/n by speaking up first. She walked over to Y/n first as a sort of olive branch. Y/n seemed to get what JJ was getting at and eagerly opened herself to JJ physically. Things of a physical nature had always come much easier to Y/n than those of an emotional one. She could act on something before she could decipher what spurred on the action in the first place. That sort of thing had landed Y/n into more than a few sticky situations, but tonight, her impusiveness seemed to be in her favor. "What kind of dance have you decided on?"

"The Lion Dance, very intimate and with a requirement of three. I've studied many forms of dance over my years, but this one has always held a very special place in my heart," Y/n answered. JJ placed her hands on Y/n's hips and pulled her forward. Both women looked over at Emily, who seemed to be more than happy to just watch. "I suppose it doesn't hurt to warm up with a little tango first."

JJ's hands rose up to rest on the small of Y/n's back, just below where the fabric started. It felt thin, so thin that JJ doubted Y/n would have been able to wear anything underneath it. JJ's heart raced a little as she brought her hands up along Y/n's back. The back of the dress was open, and once the clasp was undone, it fell down into a pool around Y/n's ankles. Y/n stood in front of JJ completely naked save for the red leather harness, devoid of anything in the hole. JJ's breath caught in her throat, distracting her just long enough for Y/n to drop down onto her knees in front of JJ. Y/n ran her palm against the crotch of JJ's pants, checking to see if the woman had put on every part of the outfit that Y/n left in her room.

"Good girl," Y/n purred as she stood up to her full height. In the heels, she was just slightly taller than JJ, but the blonde felt like Y/n was absolutely towering over her. Y/n grabbed JJ by the lapels of her suit jacket and walked her over to the bed where Emily was sitting. "You seem like you'd be a great finisher, so why don't I warm her up a little and you finish her off? Would you like that Emily? Do you want to feel my mouth on your cunt before JJ fucks it?"

"God yes." Emily was already practically moaning, but they hadn't even touched her yet. Y/n and JJ made quick work of Emily's clothes and Y/n went straight to work marking her trail down Emily's body to her center. JJ slowly stripped herself out of the expensive suit Y/n had sent her earlier in the night as she kneeled on the edge of the bed. She had a great view of both Emily's writhing body and the gentle flicks of Y/n's tongue against Emily's clit. Emily cried out loudly as Y/n's fingers were added to the mix. JJ squeezed her own thighs together as her eyes bounced between Emily being stretched and fucked by Y/n's fingers and the strain in Y/n's forearm. She could only imagine how good it felt to have Y/n pleasuring her like that.

"My turn." JJ could barely stop herself from getting in between Y/n and Emily. Y/n gracefully moved away from Emily's body and let JJ take her place. Instead of keeping her distance like JJ had, Y/n moved right behind JJ. She was holding the blonde's body in her arms as JJ started to thrust into Emily. Y/n's lips kissed at the skin of JJ's neck, occasionally taking breaks to let her teeth nip at the skin or her tongue trail against it. JJ's head was spinning as she tried to pick a person to focus on. She had wanted to fuck Emily for so long, but Y/n was distracting her in a way that JJ didn't ever want to stop.

"I'm gonna cum," Emily warned. The words were repeated again and again, slowly slurring into each other as Emily found that she couldn't hold back any longer. Emily grabbed onto JJ's arm as she came, and JJ broke away from Y/n's embrace to lean down and kiss Emily. Y/n slowly moved off of the bed and grabbed a robe to cover herself up with. "Where are you going?"

"You made your choice, and now I believe I'm going to make mine for the night. Enjoy the room ladies, perhaps I'll still be here in the morning," Y/n said. She exited the room with the end of her robe flourishing in her wake. Emily and JJ were both somewhat stunned at how seemingly detatched Y/n was acting, even if JJ swore for a moment that she heard hurt in Y/n's voice. Both women were quickly consumed by one another again, to the point where they didn't pay any mind to anything else in the world until their bodies ached for some rest.

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finleyfray · 10 months

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Not me making a chai bot for Jemily instead of writing a fanfic like a normal human being.

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agentdilfhotchner · 6 months

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#aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #thomas gibson #aaron hotch x reader #criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #jemily #hotchniss

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Jemily (+R) Masterlist

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Hey Mars!! Hope you recovering well! I have a request for when you’re feeling better!

Jemily x female reader

Reader is overweight and insecure, also younger than JJ and Emily, kinda insecure to be in a relationship with them. Happy ending please ❤️

Perfectly plump| h&c

*Authors note~ I have missed writing sm so I thought I’d ease back into this with a Drabble that can be quite a subject at this time of year, so this is for all those people like me who suffer*

Trigger warnings~ Weight issues

Overweight. A term that’s bothered you since a young age, you couldn’t escape it really. You tried to get better, to be what society said you should be, but it led to unhealthy coping mechanisms and a dark spiral path that you were trying to climb back up. All through your training to join the FBI you were taunted on your weight, told to give up as you’d never make it in the field. But thankfully the BAU didn’t think like that, your grades were not exemplary and that’s what they wanted the most, to them your weight doesn’t matter. That is how you met the girls.

Garcia quickly became an ally, a safe haven for you to feel like a normal person. JJ was next to draw you in with her motherly instincts and comforting ways to encourage you to open up more with anyone but Garcia. Emily noticed the problem early on but she knew just how hard it is to let your guard down and was happy to let you open up in your own time. It took some time but eventually you broke down with JJ and Emily as you all ended up sharing a hotel room. The subject of food had your anxiety sky high and you just couldn’t take it anymore. But the women just held you as you cried, group hugging you as they whispered words of comfort and praise to you. Truly, they found you beautiful, inside and out and now was the chance to show you.

That was how you found yourself curled up on Emily’s chest, her slender fingers trailing through your soft locks as JJ ordered you all some food, she guessed asking would upset you more so she used her basic information on you and ordered for you. It was something she was use to doing for Emily when she struggled. When the food arrived you broke down again, the thought and care that went into a small act had you feeling like maybe just maybe it was okay to be your weight. “Em, I don’t wanna get big” you whimpered into her neck.

“You won’t get big pretty girl, you need to eat for us, being in the field is hard enough with plenty of energy” she murmured back looking to her lover for help. If this is how JJ felt with her then she now had a new outlook on just how hard it is. “It’s okay darling, me and Em are gonna eat with you, you can even stay snuggled up on Em here, just eat what you can manage love.” The comforting actions and tones of their voices had you lulling into a safe space where you did eventually eat. That night the women let you snuggle up with them on the bed, now clinging to Emily while JJ rubbed your back. “I love you” you sleepily murmured out causing the older women to smile, “we love you too sweetheart more than you will ever know” they whispered back at the same time.

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we're here for you

jemily x reader

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tw depression/self harm but fluff

"oi, oi, baby girls," emily teased, heading down the stairs from her office. i couldn't help but smile at her, even slightly. emily walked over and kissed jj's head softly before walking and standing behind my chair. i hoped she didn't touch me. "i'll have you know, prentiss," morgan muttered, leaning over. "i am not your baby girl." emily smirked. "oh yes you are," she replied before putting both her hands on my shoulders. i froze. "it's date night tonight," she told me, "your turn to pick." JJ and emily were both looking at me expectingly and i felt so much pressure. i didn't want a date night. i wanted to be in my own bed at my own house with my blanket and my comfort show. not out on the town with them. i loved them, i really did - but , everything was so scary. "y/n," emily said, waving her hand in my face. i clicked out of my trance and looked up at her. "date night?" "i don't really feel like date night today, how about you go without me?" i said sweetly, tilting my head to the side and pouting. "you said that last week," JJ sighed, coming to sit by me. i lowered my head and blushed. i didn't want this conversation at work. "okay fine. you're coming next week though," emily said. she gave my shoulder and squeeze and walked away. she was upset with me now. goddamnit. JJ didn't leave though, staying at my desk. i shuffled over to the computer, hoping to do some work- even with her sat there. "what's going on with you, y/n?" "that's such a broad question, right now, my body is pumping blood around my entire bod-" "y/n," jj sighed. i lowered my head again. "why you cutting us out like this? you loved date night! you suggested date night!" she exclaimed. i sighed and shook my head. "i don't want to talk about this now," i said, pushing out my chair. "then when are we going to talk about it?" she said, reaching out to me but i pulled away, making sure she didn't grab my wrists. "you never talk to us." "because you won't understand now leave me alone!" i shouted. the entire room looked at me and i felt all the blood rush to my head. jj's eyes pooled with tears and i felt emily's eyes on me. "i'm going home," i muttered- feeling the overwhelming need for my own bed. i picked up my bag and left for the stairs, not bothering with the elevator. i didn't turn off my computer, or pack away my table. i just needed to get out.

i'd had my fix but left the bathroom floor a mess. i had no energy to clean up, not right now. i crawled into my bed, grabbed my blanket and curled into a protective ball- ready to sleep all the negative thoughts away. my arms stung but it was okay. i was okay. i'll be okay.

emily pov

JJ and i walked into y/n's house, using our spare key. we'd knocked on the door, on the window and tried calling her too and there was no answer. the house was silent, eerily silent. my hand instinctively went to my belt and i headed up the stairs, JJ on my tail. i went into the bedroom and paused, seeing her asleep in her bed. JJ saw the bathroom light on, hearing the fan. she headed over and pushed open the door. i watched as she froze. staring into the bloody bathroom. her entire body began to tremble as she dropped to her knees. i rushed to her side. "baby," i whispered, grabbing her. i knew what she was thinking, i knew what she was remembering. she saw me and looked towards the bed, body shaking and eyes filling with tears. "is- is she-" she asked and i shook my head. i went over and sat beside y/n on the bed. "sweetheart," i mumbled, shaking her shoulders. she was hurting, so, so bad and i felt terrible knowing she thought she couldn't talk to us. her eyes began to flicker open and she stretched in the bed, looking around her. when she saw us, her eyes grew wide and she whimpered. JJ sighed out in relief before coming to sit beside us on the bed, yet still shaking. none of us said anything for a good few minutes. she lay awake between us on the bed, blinking. i stayed sat up, looking between her and the bathroom and then JJ sighed. she slid off her shoes and curled up behind y/n, spooning her- holding her as close as she could. i watched the relief on y/n's face and i knew she was scared. i grabbed her hand, caressing the back of it and then slowly moved the duvet off her arms. i got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom cupboard, grabbing her first aid box. i returned to the bed and she left me do what i needed to do, JJ holding her close, occasionally kissing her head and cuddling into her neck. once her arm was done, she handed me her other one which made me smile a little, she wanted me here, to help her.

JJ stayed with y/n whilst i went in to clean the bathroom. i shut the door behind me, not wanting her to see it.

after about twenty minutes, i returned from the bathroom and saw them both still laying there, cuddling. "i want waffles," y/n mumbled, looking at me with her puppy eyes. i couldn't help but laugh, JJ did too. that caused y/n to pout. "please." "we'll get you waffles baby," i whispered softly. i crawled under the covers with them, grabbing the tv remote. she moved up the bed and i noticed the bloody sheets. we're gonna have to sort that out. y/n sat up and moved to sit between my legs, in her usual spot. JJ then curled up next hs both, putting her head on my shoulder. i kissed her forehead and squeezed her thigh, offering my support. y/n looked small, curled in my arms, head on my chest. "waffles please," she whispered, sending me looking at her. JJ chuckled and pulled out her phone to order waffles.

for the rest of the night, the three of us ate waffles, watched romcoms and shared sweet kisses. it was a bittersweet night. not many words were shared but that was okay, we didn't leave her side. i took her for a bath whilst JJ cleaned up her bedroom up, changing her bedding etc. i saw more scars all over her arms and legs now and i knew it would break JJ to see them. i knew she'd see them eventually but not yet, not right now. "i love you," i whispered in y/n's ear as she snuggled into me, letting the water sit around us. "i love you," she replied. "i'm sorry," she said too, after a few more moments. i kissed her cheek. "we're here for you, don't push us away."

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