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[cissyenthusiast010155]

Except Me ~S16!Emily Prentiss xFem Reader

Inspired by @captainchilly ‘s post. Felt like this needed a blurb/fic of Emily finally getting fucked after the events of Season 16. With a cameo of S16 Spencer Reid!

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, pet names, smut, eating out, fingering, age gap (all legal), sex, etc.

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It had been a week since the Sicarius case had closed, and Emily still couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

She was restless. Too restless.

There was so much unknown in the balance… What exactly was going to happen with Lee Duval? What was Gold Star? How were Doug, the Atorney General, and Tara’s ex connected to it?

In light of all this, Emily decided she would go visit one of her oldest and most trusted friends from the BAU— Spencer.

It was restless, too quiet Tuesday when Emily was making her way to the university Spencer was currently lecturing at.

Being a professor fit Spencer well; he had found more community and even a girlfriend. Emily was truly happy for him. But she also missed seeing his hope filled face and being around his information stuffed mind.

She sighed, exiting her parked car, and making her way to the lecture hall in which Spencer was just about finishing his 8am lecture on behavior.

Emily silently entered the classroom and waited patiently in the corner for Spencer to wrap up. He looked like he was truly in his element, Emily thought as she watched him talk.

Spencer noticed Emily the second she had entered the hall. He had sent her a warm smile as he continued to teach, followed by a look of concern washing over his face.

Eventually, Spencer wrapped up and dismissed the class, and the students all exited the lecture hall.

Emily made her way over to Spencer, “Hey Reid. How’s teaching treating you?”

“Hey Em, really good, thanks. How are you, I heard about your recent, more difficult case?” Reid responded, voice laced with concern and care.

As the two caught up, Spencer led Emily into his office for more privacy. They both sat down.

Emily sighed in defeat, “So yeah… and now where trying to figure out what this gold star is…”

“Emily, have you been sleeping?” Spencer interrupted Emily’s finishing conclusions on the case.

“Uh… I’m trying. It’s hard. Why?”

They both knew why…

There was silence in the room between the two old friends for a while.

“I… have a suggestion…” Spencer hesitated.

“Yes?” Emily asked, her features perking up at the sound of Spencer’s mind working out some sort of possible solution.

“When’s the last time you got laid, Emily?”

“I’m sorry?” Emily chocked on her own air.

“It.. it might be beneficial…” Spencer went right back to his younger, stuttering self, trying to explain himself, which made Emily’s heart melt.

He cleared his throat, “It might be beneficial for you. Sex is often shown to help with stress relief and insomnia.”

Emily scoffed.

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” She said while rubbing her temples.

“I may have someone.” Spencer offered.

“What?” Emily asked, not fully registering what Spencer was saying.

“A colleague of mine, a professor L/N, has her own set of obstacles, but the point is that she could benefit from having sex as well.”

Emily was flabbergasted.

“Spencer… You do know that just because we’re both not straight, does not mean we will immediately like each other right?” She skeptically questioned her friend.

“No, no, I know. But, will you just meet her? Her office is room 116.”

“Spencer, you amaze me sometimes…” Emily sighed in defeat, “But sure, if it will satisfy you, I will go talk to your colleague.”

Spencer had a grin plastered on his face at her words.

As Emily walked out to go find you in room 116, Spencer called out, “You can thank me later!”

Emily huffed as she made her way through the campus to your office.

Spencer wasn’t wrong though… She desperately needed to get laid…

But she was tired. She didn’t want to go deal with a rejection from a stranger. Especially right now.

Eventually, Emily found your office. She knocked at the door.

“Come in!” You called, while grading your seemingly never ending stacks of papers.

Emily heard your words, opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door behind her.

“Hello, How can I help you?” You asked the stranger in your office, setting your grading pen down for the moment.

“I’m Emily Prentiss, Dr. Reid’s friends.” Emily introduced herself, shaking your hand.

Your face lit up at her words, “Oh yes! I’m Y/N. Spencer has told me a good deal about his old team at the BAU. Please, do sit, although I don’t know exactly what I can do for you.”

Emily smiled at your kindness.

You both sat, and she began, “This is going to sound weird, but…” Emily took a deep breath, damn she hadn’t been this nervous in years… why was she this nervous…?

“But Spencer asked me to come down her and see you.”

“Oh is that so? And why might that be?” You asked, skeptical of what Spencer was pulling this time.

“He thinks… he thinks both of us need to get laid… and that we could help each other with our mutually respective dilemmas.” Emily tried to explain in, in the most understandable way, but she was being distracted by the butterflies in her stomach and the wetness pooling in her panties…

“He wants us to fuck?” You bluntly asked.

Oh, Emily was done for once you uttered those words…

“Yes.” She managed to respond with a even voice, even though her legs were clenching uncontrollably…

“Hmmmm…” you mused, taking in the woman in front you, you had to admit… Spencer taste for you was spot on…

“And what do you think? What do you want, Emily?” You asked the older, seasoned woman.

God, she wanted to hear her name in your mouth again…

“I think your quite young…” Emily responded with a slight strain to her voice.

“Hmmmm, does that bother you?”

“Not if it doesn’t bother you…” she whispered, her eyes clouding over with need.

“It doesn’t…” you immediately, lightly spoke back.

“Well in that case…” Emily began, but was interrupted as you got up from your chair.

You went over to the door, and for a second Emily panicked thinking you were leaving, but then she heard the lock click.

You then walked back and over to where Emily was sitting, scooting her chair to face you and not the desk.

“What were you saying…?” You whispered, looming over Emily, your eyes darkened with desperation.

“Doesn’t matter...” Emily whispered, grabbing your blouse and crashing her lips into yours. She pulled you into her lap, as her tongue explored your mouth.

You moaned in response, straddling her on the chair.

Emily grabbed a fist of your hair and pressed your lips into her hers even harder, eliciting whimpers from both of you.

Both of your hips grinded into the other in desperate need of some sort of friction.

You pulled away first from the kiss, quickly knelt down on the ground, and hurriedly began undoing her pants.

Emily realized what you were doing and moaned at the thought, quickly helping you to remove her pants.

You tore off her soaked panties and spread her legs across the chair legs.

“Please, god… fuck me…” Emily pleaded, grabbing your hair again and thrusting her soaked cunt to meet your face.

You happily complied to her request, diving into her pussy, lapping up her wetness and exploring her folds.

Emily moaned and mewled in delight.

You skillfully tongued through her folds, drawing out lewd moans which went straight to your own core.

And soon enough you felt Emily’s walls clenched around your tongue as she screamed out in pleasure.

You looked up after lapping up all of her juices to find a panting, sex fogged goddess.

You moaned at the sight.

Emily met your desperate eyes.

“Get on the desk, will ya love?” She lustfully moaned.

You quickly got up, sitting your ass on the edge of your desk.

Emily got up from her chair, legs a bit wobbly which you cheekily grinned at.

“Oh don’t worry Baby. You’ll be the one who can’t walk at the end of this…” Emily taunted at your cheeky grin towards her legs.

You gulped.

She grabbed your knees and guided your legs open for her access.

“I love your outfit, but it would look so much better on the floor, don’t ya think?” Emily purred.

You bit your lip and eagerly nodded, desperately removing all of your clothing.

Emily watched you, her mouth salivating at the sight of you.

You sat back on the edge of the desk, legs wide open for her access.

Emily hummed in delight.

She then kneeled on the floor, never losing eye contact as she licked a strip of your folds, causing you to shutter and let out a whimper.

“Please… no teasing…” you begged, bucking your hips up to meet her face.

Emily grinned at your begging, and complied with your request.

She just went straight into your pussy, tongue fucking your aching cunt relentlessly.

You grabbed and tugged her hair which only seemed to spur Emily on even more.

“Oh God!” You cried out, feeling yourself climbing to the edge of your high.

Emily couple sense your fluttering walls and how close you were. She added her thumb to your clit, and you were done for…

You came on her tongue, crying out her name, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

You panted heavily and whinced as Emily cleaned your sensitive cunt up with her tongue.

She came up to your eye level with a mischievous little grin and a face full of cum to match yours.

Her lips crashed into yours once more. It’s was intoxicating, your taste mixing with hers.

Eventually, you both pulled away breathless.

“Damn.” Emily exclaimed, “We should do that again sometime.”

You chuckled at her comment and nodded, too speechless to form any words.

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[demonicbaby666]

"Are you listening?"

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader

Genre: Smut 

Words: 3.4k+

Warnings: SMUT (R & E receiving), swearing, top!Emily, bottom/switch!reader, fingering, oral sex, semi-public sex (office sex), tinniest bit of degradation.

Summary: There's not really a plot here, just a bit of office sex fuelled by Emily reprimanding you for not listening in the field/in general.

A/n: As always- apologises for any mistakes. Please do let me know if you catch anything I’ve missed, or if I’ve missed something from the warnings 💜

You were sitting in Emily’s office, receiving an ear full; following up on a suspect alone did not bode well with her and you were feeling and seeing the full brunt of her wrath. She had made a point of not calling the rest of the team in, which you both appreciated and despised her for. It only meant you were alone having to manage your own shame spiral for your ‘insubordination’. Which was, in layman's terms, ridiculous. But what was even more ridiculous was how low the shirt Emily had conscientiously decided to wear that day. 

When she leant over, hands braced on the desk, it was painstakingly hard not to let your eyes drop just a few inches, she had to know it too because every time you dared to sneak a look south, a faint smirk flickered across her lips. 

“Are you listening?”

You weren’t. 

“Yes. I messed up, you’re pissed off, I won’t do it again.” 

There were quite a few things you could have said that would have got you out of that office a lot faster, and that was not one of them. When you looked into her eyes your stomach dropped, suddenly winding Emily up didn’t seem like such a good idea. 

The whites of her eyes doubled in size, dilated pupils bore down on you, burning two lazer rays right through you. She arched an eyebrow, pressing her lips together, practically huffing steam out of her nose with each breath. Fear, shame and dread were all emotions appropriate for the current situation you’d clearly aggravated, arousal however, was not. 

Emily pushed herself off the desk, circling around until she was barely half a meter away, leaning back, hands crossed, staring at you like a predator to their prey. The silence was deafening, the faint ticking of the clock in time with the thudding of Emily’s shoe against the carpeted floor was driving you mad, each second stretching out for what seemed like hours. 

You were both waiting for something, and you both knew what. She wanted an apology and you wanted out, the two worked hand in hand, yet you sat there, the magic words refusing to come out. There was something else, the fire in her eyes wasn’t just from anger and you needed to know what it was. 

“You’re a stubborn asshole, you know that?” A smirk ghosted over her lips, coffee orbs grew darker, without even knowing it, Emily had baited you - with that elusive smile - into a trap you had no qualms falling into. 

“I do.”

Up on your feet in milliseconds, you surged forward at the same time as Emily, meeting her half way between her desk and the chair you’d previously been perched in. Eager hands gripped onto your waist, pulling you into an embrace you needed no encouragement for, which you showed as you mirrored her enthusiasm, anchoring your hands around her neck, latching them onto each other, leaving her all but trapped in your arms, and you in hers. Two sets of lips found each other, meeting for a kiss that burned through your whole body, faster than should be humanly possible; leaving behind a pile of soot that had already set about dirtying your ‘clean’ record of office affairs.

Sure, you’d stolen a couple looks Emily’s way, she’d never seemed to notice, or if she did, didn’t mind in the least bit. When she’d caught you with your eyes glued to her chest it was hard to reply with anything other than a sheepish shrug and awkward smile - the kind of smile that says, ‘well you caught me, and I don’t exactly know what else to do so I’m going to shrug and pray you don’t report me to HR.’ - that kind of smile.

It was almost impossible to pull away from her lips and think logically, and as her lips continued to what can only be described as brutally attack yours, you allowed yourself two more minutes, vowing once the infernal ticking had reached the ripe number of 120, you’d pull yourself away and deal with the repercussions, preferably by avoiding them entirely. 

Her lips were soft, coffee lingered on her tongue, sweeping the length of your bottom lip, it was soft and polite, nothing you’d expect from an intense heat of the moment kiss, but that’s what it was, slower, softer and gentler; slow enough to serve you a reminder you were nearing a full minute in. 

Racing against time that would soon be forgotten entirely, you let her in, welcoming the strong, nutty, smoky aroma with a minty slide of your tongue against hers. 40 ticks left. The two flavours danced in your mouth, and you’d never tasted anything better, a deep exploration was taking place within the cove of your mouth, every nook being explored, measurements being mentally taken and placed for safe keeping, 20 ticks left. 

A small moan escaped your lips when Emily’s tongue found the roof of your mouth, brushing along small ridges that felt smooth under the pressure of her tongue. A chilling breeze grazed the skin of your hips, then cold fingers slid down the material and back up until they were warmed with the heat you were radiating. The feel of her fingers on your bare skin drowned the whole world out, not a single chime could have penetrated the thick outer wall of fire that was bubbling within you and flowing through the room. 

Minus 10 ticks and hands were aimlessly wandering the planes of your stomach, back and ribs, progressively getting higher and higher. There was next to no air left in your lungs and it was hard to tell whether the shaking of your legs was from oxygen deprivation or the all-consuming urge to take things further. 

Emily’s hand firmly cupped your left breast and all the air lost was suddenly found within one harsh breath in, breaking the kiss. For those few moments you stood in the eye of the storm, different possibilities surrounding you, not having yet consumed you, but taunting you with their presence. Looking into her near blackened eyes, you saw a modicum of emotions swirling in the chocolate pupils, dark tendrils of lust ebbed and darkened the rings, whilst beneath the surface you could see a glimmer of doubt, regret, something else. Then in the blink of an eye it was gone. 

There was barely a slither of brown in the sea of black wanting, the predatorial look boring down once more, working your stomach into knots and sending blood straight to your head. The internal battle ceased and was no more when the silence was broken by Emily. 

“On your knees.” She calmly said, “now.” 

It was almost embarrassing how fast you did as you were told, if it hadn’t been for the soft carpet that lined the floor of Emily’s office, your knees would have shattered, not that it would have stopped you. Looking through your lashes, you saw her standing tall, grinning like a Cheshire cat with a quirked eyebrow, clearly intrigued by your sudden will to obey.  

“Look at that, you can listen.” 

The remark lingered for all of two seconds before you did exactly the opposite, hands darting to her hip of their own accord, ripping the shirt out from the trousers they were neatly tucked into. The shock registering on Emily’s face quickly subsided and any thoughts of interfering disappeared when you brought your lips to freshly exposed skin, peppering a trail of kisses along her stomach, then hip to hip, sucking gently, leaving behind a visual path of red blotches that mapped a course down to where she most needed you. 

A small hum came from above you. Peering up, Emily’s eyes were shut, her bottom lip wedged between her teeth, trying - unsuccessfully - to stop any noise from passing through her lips. It was easy to see she was enjoying herself. 

You noted the way she looked, her cheeks were flush, chest rising and falling faster than normal. You were doing this her, hand delivering small kisses that were leaving her powerless and at your mercy. Yet, something niggled away at you, reminding you, you weren’t the one who gave the orders, but what was the harm in testing that theory. 

Feeling more secure in your actions, you pushed on her waist, forcing her to stubble back until she was leaning back on her desk. Shuffling along the floor with her, you continued to work the open space between her hips, moving a hand southward to pop the button of her slacks and pull her zipper down. When she pushed herself off the desk ever so slightly, you took it as an indication to keep going, pulling the trousers down her legs until the material pooled at her ankles, before being swept away to the side, leaving her in just a button up shirt and lacy black underwear. 

“Inside me.” She breathed out, eyes pinned down onto you, “Now.”

“Are you sure?” you dared to ask, whispering over the sound of your own beating heart. 

“Did I stutter?” Her eyes were colder, demanding and she had taken on the familiar tone of unit chief, plucking elements of the role she wanted - the power it gave her - projecting that dominance over every word that danced from her lips, and it was working. 

Her panties quickly joined the discarded trousers on the floor, and you refocussed your attention to the mouth-watering sight in front of you. The smell of her slick arousal flooded all your senses, blinding ever logical thought that once took residence within your mind, all you knew in that moment was Emily, and you wanted all of her. 

Edging closer you ran your tongue through wet folds, quietly moaning into Emily’s core, tangy sweet flavours frolicked and burst to life in your mouth, licking your tastebuds and you knew that you had found your new drug, your new addiction. You took her clit into your mouth, sucking lightly on the delicate bud. Finding a steady pace, you started to switch between sucking and licking, revelling at the small mewls that were being emitted from above you. 

Along with the heavenly symphony of sounds you were pulling from Emily it was the sight of her struggling against her body’s instinct that spurred you on, the heaving of her chest, her teeth brutally holding her kiss stained lips between them, her hips swaying in time with your tongue. Taking one hand off the desk she ran her finger through your hair before latching on tightly, holding you in place. 

“Put your fingers in me.” Emily breathlessly moaned, never taking her eyes off of you whilst you continued to ravish her. Two fingers slithered into Emily; needing no further instruction, you began pumping them in and out at a controlled pace. 

“More.” 

Filling her tight canal, a third finger slipped inside, following in suit and accelerating the pace and rhythm previously set. Your tongue continued to work at her clit, running circles over it faster and faster, fingernails grazed your scalp and the thighs perched either side of your head struggled to hold themselves up, shaking more and more with each lick, with each thrust. 

Using your free hand, you placed Emily’s left thigh over your shoulder. The new position offering a delicious opportunity to curl your fingers and caress her g-spot, toppling her over the edge. Nails clawed into your skin, painfully clasping around your hair, her neck arched, black hair tussled over her back, her hand flying over her mouth in an effort to muffle the roaring moan that was brewing in her throat. 

To anyone who was listening in, it would have just sounded like a loud groan, which wasn't out of the ordinary, all the same, stopped you from pushing Emily into another orgasm. Instead, you opted for slowing down and helping her ride out every ounce of pleasure she could until her fingers released their tight grip and her breathing steadied. 

Once Emily had regained control over herself, running her fingers through her hair, focussing on her breathing, she removed her thigh from your shoulder and leered down at you.

“Up.” 

Fumbling a second too long for Emily’s liking, she gripped your shirt, yanking you up to your feet and flipped you both around. Piles of paper were swept to the side, swaying, and dropping to the floor before hands flipped you around again and slammed your chest down against hard mahogany, everything was happening too fast, stars swam across you line of sight, the room swayed from the sudden dizziness that swarmed your sense of gravity. Cold air hitting your centre anchored you back to the here and down, looking back to see Emily had made swift work of removing your jeans and adding them to the growing pile of discarded clothes.  

“You’re going to keep quiet unless you want someone to come in and see me fucking you on this desk like the dirty girl you are.” 

“I-” 

Cutting you off, the weight of Emily’s upper body pressed against your back, hot breath tickling the shell of your ear. 

“When will you learn to just do as you’re fucking told?” she husked sharply, taking a lobe into her hot mouth and biting down, sending shivers down your spine, and a pool of wetness between your legs. Quiet whimpers echoed through the room when Emily’s lips claimed your neck, salaciously sucking and laving small portions of skin into her mouth, releasing them only to move onto the next. Without warning two fingers pushed deep and hard into you. 

“Oh fuck.” you sobbed out, helplessly trying to keep quiet, when all you wanted was the complete opposite. Mimicking her previous action, your bottom lip wedged itself between two rows of pearly whites, biting down, simultaneously trying to locate the ability to breathe again. 

A hand wrapped around the back of your neck, pushing you further into the desk, and stopping you from following Emily as she steeled her spine and stood upright behind you, fingers still deep inside you, unmoving around your twitching walls. 

“Think you can follow orders?” Emily teased. 

She knew exactly what you wanted, and she knew she had you in the palm of her hands, ready to beg for it, she knew she was the only person with the ability to quench your thirst. You’d have done anything just to feel movement in you, to have your insatiable appetite finally fed with the sound of your own screams echoing in your ears. 

And that is why you said nothing, made no arguments, there was no reason to. She wanted this as much as you did, deep within those brown eyes burned a fire so hot you knew it would eventually come to consume you, there was no point preventing the inevitable - is what you told yourself - eagerly nodding against the desk. 

“Good girl.” 

An instant reward was delivered for your obedience, fingers twisted inside of you, then began pumping hard and fast. Your hips jerked forward, not seeking to get away, instead looking for a hard surface to harbour yourself to, needing to experience every waking moment of this; the full force of each thrust, remember every wave of pleasure that swept over your body and consumed your entire being to the point you thought, only there in that office was where you’d ever know true pleasure. 

Knuckles whitened under the pressured grip you’d forced your hands to take on the edge of the desk. Your breath was coming out in sharp bursts, making it near impossible to take in sufficient amounts of air through your nose. The only option was to pry your lip from your teeth and hope you had the willpower to stop any sounds that threatened to spill from your agape mouth. 

The hand pushing you against the desk set about finding a new home, moving down your back, curling round your torso and slowly working downwards to your clit, where it finally settled, hovering over the small delicate bundle of nerves. 

Her fingers continued to slide in and out, picking up more speed and vigour when they were joined by a third, then a fourth, forcing you to bite down on your arm to stop a scream from alerting the whole office to what exactly was going on. Your hips were grinding back and forth against her fingers until you were writhing beneath her, your whole body on fire teetering on the cusp of your orgasm.

Another wave of pleasure crested over your body when two finger pressed down on your clit, drawing small circles over it, switching tempo with every other slide of her fingers, gradually reaching an earth-shattering speed that had your knees giving out and small cries to bury deep into your skin, skin that now had two crescent shaped bite marked etched into it.  

Your mind was a mess, body out of control, the pressure in your abdomen was at an all-time high, short shaky breaths passed in and out of your nose, some interrupted with small moans breaking and crackling in your throat. You tightened around her, feeling her more than ever, and with three more partially vigorous jabs of Emily’s supple fingers, you folded; silently screaming, reaching the height of your pleasure, there was nothing more to be done other than involuntarily roll your hips backwards, riding out every second of your powerful orgasm. 

With exhaustion weighing heavy on every muscle, you let your body stay slumped on the desk till you found some of the composure you lost whilst riding Emily’s fingers, fucking you from behind within earshot of the people you work with on the daily. 

Unwillingly, you had to admit, there was something precariously arousing about it. A different heat travelled through your body. One that spiralled in your stomach, nibbled away at your pride, you were lying face down on your boss’s desk, half naked, leaking down your thigh, still wanting more. It was all wrong, yet so right. 

The ticking of the clock rang through the silence, hands wrapped around your waist, softer than any touch you had felt before. Gently Emily guided you up, planting her hands firmly on your waist - in case your quivering legs buckled under you - she turned you around to face her and leaned in to press a light kiss against your lips, which you in turn melted into. 

Flinging your hands over her shoulders you let her take charge of the kiss, keeping it slow and steady, hands moving down to cup your ass and hoist your thighs around her midsection. The two of you stayed that way for what you told yourself was an ‘appropriate’ length of time, lips encapsulating each other, hands roaming freely, just feeling your lithe bodies pressed against one another. 

“Next time, try to listen to what I have to say instead of gluing your eyes to my chest.” Emily said, breaking you out of your trance, sat behind her desk, casually enough that doubt flickered in your mind, maybe you were wrong, did you get lost in a sea of cleavage and fall into a makeshift reality - a detailed one at that - of Emily having her way with you. The bite mark on your arm, the feelings tingling through your body in all the places she had touched you, they were real, they had to be. 

“That wasn’t-” there was no point fighting back, you were too confused, too shocked with whatever had just happened either in the compounds of your mind or pressed up against that desk. You turned and started walking to the door.

“I’ll see you at my place. Eight o’clock. Don’t be late.” Her voice boomed from behind you. Looking back at her, her eyes were lazily roaming over scattered paperwork until they met your gaze. An eyebrow quirked up, accompanied by a pert smile, she began to survey the sight in front of her, eyes dropping at the nape of your neck. 

Pushing her chair back and striding towards you, butterflies fluttered low in your stomach at the authority she exuded from doing something as simple as walking. She ran her fingers through locks of your hair, moving them so they cascaded over your shoulder and were snug around your face, concealing your neck. 

“Don’t want anyone seeing what a good girl you were for me, do we?” She teased, placing a smirked peck to your lips and pulling the door open behind you.

Not a daydream, definitely not a daydream. 

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[v3nusxsky]

Hello could I request sex pollen fix for Emily Prentiss?

Maybe the team is chasing some UnSub and they found this weird flowers and when reader and Emily are inspecting them it just blows up into their faces. At first it looks like it’s a normal pollen but when they get back to the hotel they start reacting.

Ofc Dom! Emily x sub! Reader

Thank you so much and have a wonderful day <33

Chemical Reaction 18+

*Authors note~ my first ever sex pollen trope ever ( @cissyenthusiast010155 has some amazing fics for this trope and some coming ;) for my lovely lady SSA prentiss*

Trigger warnings~ daddy Emily sub r sex pollen strap on mutual need mutual masturbation mentioned pinning praise kink

Prompt~see ask^^^^^

This UnSub was driving the team crazy, constantly changing its Victimolgy like it's a pass time. One thing was the same in each killing, the chemical used was plant based. Now the fact plants could kill if you knew what to do with them is terrifying, but knowing you were about to run into a mad plant scientists greenhouse was even scarier.

You and Emily were first at the greenhouse, sticking together as you entered, the UnSub was there working on something you assumed was his method of killing. "FBI, drop the vile!" Emily demanded, her gun aiming straight at the man. Your eyes trained on the man as you watched him grab a separate vile. A powder was thrown at yourself and Emily, what you thought was a rouse to distract you and allow him to escape. That was when the team came in and helped catch the UnSub. In all the adrenaline you'd not thought of what he threw at you, you seemed fine and you felt fine so that would support the fact of it being a placebo. Hotch still ordered you both be given the once over by the emergency services which you were and they couldn't pick up anything that appeared to be harmful or toxic so you were cleared to go back to the hotel.

Your hotel room was next door to Emily's, and Derek was on the other side of you and JJ on the other side of Emily. So you and Emily would have people around if anything happened due to whatever was thrown at you both,’ n you'd have help. You and Emily however thought this was an unnecessary measure, after all it appeared to be a normal substance, used to distract you and create an escape opportunity.

On cases, being stressed out wasn't uncommon for any of the team but how you all dealt with the stress was all unique to yourselves. For you it was getting into bed, a glass of red wine and a novel. Knowing yourself it would be some kind of fantasy romance or smutty novel. Right now you'd promised Garcia you'd read the fifty shades of grey novels. Not your normal style of reading material but none the less a promise is a promise. At first you thought it was just the words affecting you. It was no secret you were extremely submissive and that's what made you happiest. But the need growing in the pit of your stomach felt unnatural and overwhelming for what you're use to. You were struggling to concentrate on the words on the page as you squirmed around the bed with need.

Emily wasn't fairing any better. Her chosen method to relax was some her time. Emily being needy was a common occurrence especially when she was in the field with you. She saw how every muscle moved as you ran, or restrained an UnSub. That once case you'd had to go undercover at a bar and as part of the cover you'd shared a kiss. That case had Emily mercilessly pounding into her core with her favourite squirting cock. The same cock in fact that was not quelling the unexplainable desire to rail you into non existence. The desire to make you hers, to dominate you, to bring you to immense pleasure. But little did she know that's what you were craving in a similar situation next door.

Emily caved first, the need to have you overwhelming her to the point she decided to go and get what she wanted. You. Despite her dominance and confidence she still hesitated when it came to knocking on your door. What if you didn't like her in the way she did you? She wasn't sure if she could face another heartbreak. But that all changed when a whimper of pain floated to her ears. She had to make sure you were okay. Surprisingly, your door was easy for her to pick it's lock and let herself into your room. And the sight of you whimpering and withering in the middle of the bed, sheet's clearly damp with your arousal as you whined in a needy pain.

Being in close proximity to the woman you desire only made the need worse for you both, the pollen working stronger the closer you were to each-other. That was how he managed to get his victims, a little pollen on himself and on the selected person causing them to be drawn to the UnSub. It would've all made sense now if you could booth think clearly. However, that wasn't the case. Instead your thoughts clouded with lust and true desire.

"Em. Hurts, please Em" you whimpered after catching a glimpse of the woman. "Need you so bad. Please, please make it stop" your whines of need only adding to her already impossibly heightened arousal. "With pleasure" the raven head whispered  before coming to crawl over you, stealing a needy passionate kiss as you allowed her to take dominance and explore your mouth with her talented tongue.

The needy heat seemed to encase you both, almost impossible to stop now, Emily kissed her way to your neck where she could kiss, nip and suck on the sensitive skin that laid there. The mewls you were emitting you would've been embarrassed if you weren't on this pollen. Those noises were driving the older woman insane with need, the need to fuck you into exhaustion was now all that consumed her. It didn't take Emily long to shred the oversized shirt that was covering your body. Even her own night dress was very quickly discarded as your hands ran along her body.

Emily could see you were dripping more on the sheets and she knew that she herself was way past the point of needing foreplay. "Em, fuck my nightstand. Please god I need to you" you whimpered tugging her down to your lips again, unwilling to let Emily untangle herself from you even for a minute. "Angel? You gonna have to let me go to grab it" she murmured against your lips as you whimpered in though of losing her touch. "I'll be two seconds pretty doll."

Emily was just that, it wasn't long for to adorn the double ended strap on, it fit snugly inside her inner walls. She was wet enough there was hardly no resistance which caused a pleased whine to leave her. You couldn't tear your eyes from the faux dick. Even as Emily coated it in your juices your eyes remained trained on it the best you could. "If you don't fuck me soon I'm afraid I'll burst into flames" you whined causing Emily to silence you with a passionate kiss.

The cry that tore from your throat when you felt her entering your pussy was louder than you'd ever made. If you weren't on pollen you would've been embarrassed knowing Derek probably heard you. "Emily!" Something almost predatory flittered into her eyes, "oh angel, that's not my name is it?" She purred before moving her lips to suck on your pulse point and bringing a hand down to pinch your clit. "Fuck Daddy!" The cock being rested in your cunt not moving but all the other simulation driving you mad that you couldn't help but thrust your hips upwards.

"Oh doll, you need more? You need me to fuck you so hard I get you pregnant?" Emily panted as she began to bottom you out with every single thrust. Soon enough you were moving as if you were both in an animalistic heat. Never had you ever felt need like this before. But you weren't going to complain if it meant Emily kept fucking you like this. "Daddy! God please please daddy fuck me!" You squealed as you sprinted towards the edge of climax. "Fuck gonna cum for you angel. Cum!" That was all it took for you to be thrown over that edge into pools of heightened pleasure, screams tearing from your throat as you saw stars.

Now the pollen had been stated you could feel how sore your poor abused cunt was feeling, tears springing to your eyes. "Emily" you whimpered causing the older woman to slip from you soaked walls and immediately toss the strap aside and hold you close to her body. "Angel? I'm sorry I'm sorry I didn't mean to I couldn't control it" she apologised over and over with her hand gently scratching at your skull. "What was in that pollen?" You giggled soaking up the attention and soothing touches. "I don't know y/n but it was certainly something" Emily whispered before a yawn cut her off. "Stay" you whimpered and that she did.

Of course when you awoke and went to meet the team before boarding the plane, Derek couldn't hold eye contact, JJ looked at you both with knowing smirks and Rossi was conversing with Hotch about what could've caused such odd reactions. Spencer was a clueless as ever. "So you two, did the pollen give y/n a reaction?" JJ teased spotting the hickeys on your neck. "N-no?" You whimpered feeling embarrassed and shy at them seeing them. You weren't embarrassed of Emily rather knowing you felt worthless compared to anyone else who could want her. "Daddy? Oh sorry Prentiss, your girl is rather loud I thought you were murdering her" Morgan teased causing you to flush bright red and Emily to come and hold your waist, your back to her front as she kissed your neck, "jealous because my game is better than yours?"

Word count~ 1705

#anon answered #v3nusxsky answers #fanfic #anon requested #emily prentiss #emily prentiss smut #emily prentiss x fem!reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss x reader smut #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #prentiss x reader #agent prentiss #ssa emily prentiss

[veeluvss]

My Girl, Lily Prentiss (1)

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Her blonde hair flew in the wind as Emily spun her around. The young girl giggled, holding onto Emily's shoulders and feeling the air in her hair and face. This was everything she'd ever wanted. "Right, right," Emily chuckled, setting the girl down on the grass. "Emily is tired now, how about we head inside?" Emily asked. However, the young girl whined, shaking her head. "Again! Again!" She pleaded, raising her arms up to Emily. Emily laughed. "Once more, Lily."

Emily sighed, leaning back in her chair. She could hear the familiar banter in the bullpen outside her office but it didn't light her up like usual. She had a bad feeling, a terrible feeling and she couldn't get the memories of the sweet baby out of her mind. She remembered the way her hair smelt after she had bathed her, the way she clung to her each and every night, praying her daddy wouldn't take Emily away. She remembered her giggles when she'd tickle her or the way she used to whisper her secrets in Emily's ear. Prentiss couldn't help but smile, feeling the wave of love wash over her. It had been ten years and she still loved the girl like she was her own.

"Hey boss," Garcia said, knocking on the door. "Come in," Prentiss replied. Garcia opened it, letting her pigtails and bright pink dress bounce into the room. Prentiss smiled at her. Lily would love Penelope, the way she was so colourful, so fun - so bright. A breath of fresh air. "Are you ready to present the case?" Garcia asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Emily was smiling at her, in a trance. "Boss?" "Oh- sorry," Prentiss muttered, standing up. She grabbed her tablet and smoothed out her hair "yeah, let's go."

- ✩ -

"Tell me, agent," Gerald, the victim's father said, standing up. "Have you ever lost a daughter? Someone, you love unconditionally? Lost her? She just vanishes and you -" he choked, unable to finish his sentence.  The team were dealing with child abduction. A young girl, 15, Rose and her friend, Ella, had gone out for a sleepover one night but never got to either of the girls' houses. Two weeks earlier, another two teenagers went missing, they'd both been found dead in a river two days later and the local PD put it down to suicide after an autopsy report but now, with two more missing teens in such a short period of time, they couldn't help but feel they'd done the families an injustice. Emily was tough, putting up her walls - staying professional. But now, when addressed with such a direct question, she had no words. Morgan spoke up, "we understand this is hard for you Sir and we are doing everything we can to help find Rose..." "Everything you can?" Gerald climbed, raising to his feet again. "You're in here asking me all these stupid questions instead of being out there looking for my girl!" Emily knew then, this had something to do with the father.

Two days later, the girls were found in an abandoned shed by Rosa's holiday home out in the woods. Gerald was arrested and taken into custody. Both girls, although with severe trauma and worn out, were okay. The team headed home on the jet in silence. No one expected such a turn of events.

Later that night, Emily and the team sat around the island at Rossi's mansion. Laughing and joking away. As soon as Penelope had seen them and reports were written, they'd managed to feel better about the case. "I must ask Emily," Spencer said, looking up from the table. Everyone turned to Spencer, looking between them both. "How did you know it was Gerald who had them?" The team were silent, all wondering the same thing. Emily shrugged, "I know fake love for a daughter when I see it." She answered simply before downing her beer in one. She wanted to stop thinking about Lily.

- ✩ -

It was 3.30 am and Emily couldn't sleep, unable to shake the bad feeling. Lily was everywhere and every time she closed her eyes, it was all she could see. Without music on, her voice, her laugh was all she could hear. Going to her wardrobe, she pulled out a photo album. She turned off her playlist, letting silence envelop her as she felt the outside. The soft felt sent her all the memories. She opened to the first page, finding the most beautiful picture of her girl. Her smile was wide, ear to ear and her eyes sparkled with tears of happiness. Emily remembered that day like it was yesterday. Her hair fell over her shoulders, knotted and tangled from the wind and the 'flying'. It was Emily's favourite day with Lily. The last. But favourite day.

The next morning, Emily woke up with her phone ringing. She stumbled up from the floor, assessing the situation. The photo album was open on the floor, on the page of Lily and her, Lily kissing her on the cheek. Her phone rang again, pulling her out of the trance of sleepiness and love. It was JJ. "JJ," Emily said, sitting heavily on her bed, still unable to tie her eyes from the picture on the floor. "Emily, hi," JJ breathed out a sigh of relief. "There's someone in your office. Literally screaming for you. Where are you?" Emily instantly thought the worst. She shot up and began getting dressed, keeping JJ on the phone. "Who are they?" "They just charged in here, telling everyone it was vital they saw you. There are two of them. A man and a woman, Emily, what's going on?" "JJ," Emily whispered, down the phone. "Emily," JJ replied, concern evident in her voice. "I need you to go and ask them a question," Emily said. "Tell them I'm on my way but ask them something." "Of course, what is it?" "Ask them if it's about Lily."

Emily had never driven with her sirens on into work before but her heart was beating faster than she was travelling on the roads and she could have sworn she'd run a few red lights. But right now, she didn't care. She knew there was a reason she couldn't get her out of her head.

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#lily prentiss #my girl lily prenitss #criminal minds #criminal minds evolution #emily prentiss #emily prentiss head canons #emily prentiss x reader #emily #emily prentiss x daughter #prentiss x reader #criminal minds fandom #paget brewster #jennifer jareau

[hotchfiles]

okay so, february is carnaval, party, samba, dancing, drinking, making out with strangers month in brazil. it’s a high seller holiday.

because of that our valentine’s day is actually in june. to up sales in that month.

i wasn’t going to do anything valentines related now to honor that, because i’m a marketing professional and i love that shit BUT i want to write lovey stuff for criminal minds so 🩵

valentine’s day prompt list! send me a character (hotch, spencer, morgan or emily) + a prompt for a lovey dovey blurb 🥰

you can establish more details if you want (bau!reader, rossi!reader, other au options like fbi academy, law school, etc!) i don’t mind and actually love it!

#aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x reader #spencer reid x reader #reid x reader #derek morgan x reader #morgan x reader #emily prentiss x reader #prentiss x reader

[cloudy-em]

Hotel - Emily Prentiss x Fem!Reader (smut)

DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDER 18

warnings: mention of toys, fem reader w/ fem anatomy, pillow humping, mild voyeurism/exhibitionism(?), oral (reader receiving), praise, mild degradation, light smacking (thighs, ass), mommy kink. i think that's it?

Being in love with your coworker is not easy. I’m constantly hiding, fearful of her or our other coworkers finding out. What’s even less easy is hiding how turned on you are when you have to room with her.

Emily was wearing that stupidly tight red tank top today, which shouldn't have been enough to get me flustered, but it was. What made my panties begin to feel particularly damp, however, was watching her flirt with an unsub from the other side of the glass. Watching how she pushed out her chest a bit more, twirled her hair, and used her silky voice to imply a fun night made me unable to focus, imagining what it would be like if she was flirting with me instead.

So here I am, in our shared hotel room trying to act casual as Emily freshens up so she can go down to the hotel bar and get drinks with JJ and Penny.

“You sure you don't want to come with?” she asks, walking out of the bathroom to grab her shoes.

“No, but thanks, Em. I’m just really tired. Think I’ll take a shower and relax,” I replied, shrugging.

“Well, alright, but if you change your mind you can always come join us! We’ll probably be down there for at least 2 hours,” she smiles at me and I smile back at her, watching as she closes the door behind her. I wait a few beats.

There’s absolutely no way I’m making it through the night without taking care of myself, and she made it really easy for me to be able to do that. She’ll never even know.

I’m in no rush, so I take my time. I pull my shirt off, gently massaging my boobs through my bra before freeing them and squeezing them more. I pinch my nipples softly, enough to send just a small spark through my spine, sighing in contentment. Running my nails up and down my stomach and hips, I realize just how desperate I am as I shiver. I stand up off the bed, pulling my pants down as well as my panties. I pause for a second looking at the wet patch in the lace, embarrassed despite no one being around. How can I really be that wet when Emily doesn't even try to make me?

Laying back on the bed, I start gently, squeezing my thighs, putting a light amount of pressure just above my clit. I move a finger down, collect some lubricant and move it up, circling my clit slowly with minimal pressure. Instinctively, I reach my other hand out on the bed beside me, reaching for my vibrator. But this is a work trip, so I didn't bring it. Who brings sex toys with them on work trips?

I sigh, realizing I’m gonna have to go back to what I did before I finally had the courage to get my first toy.

I grab two of the pillows, placing them in a stack to help prop my body up so I can get a good angle. Gripping the top pillow, I straddle the pile and guide my cunt to the corner, grinding down. It feels so good, although I miss my usual dildo and hitachi wand combo, it’s good. I grind down again, this time harder; more desperate. Oh yes, this will do just fine to relieve myself. I continue humping the pillow, my hips bucking forward for stimulation. My left hand grips the headboard, my right keeping the pillows steady so I can keep fucking myself at the right angle. I try to keep quiet, but it’s hard when I’ve been so pent up all day. I let my moans out, whiny and desperate, and a few utterances of Emily’s name.

“I thought you were tired?”

I jump, turning to face the door. Shit. Emily’s back and she just caught me humping a pillow, my pussy completely visible. I’m desperate to hide myself under the covers but she steps forward.

“No, no,” she says. “You know, I just came back up to grab a jacket, but this is much better than my margarita.”

I look at her, wide-eyed, still trying to process. She sits on the bed next to me and reaches a hand out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, cupping my flushed cheeks.

“It’s okay, baby,” she reassures softly. “We all have needs. What were you thinking about, huh?”

I shift in an embarrassed manner, “I was thinking about you.” My whispered confession feels like I shouted it.

“Aww, you were? You're so cute. Let’s see what we can do to help you.” She pulls the sheets away from my body, revealing my breasts to her. She lets out a groan, groping both of them.

“You have the most beautiful fucking tits, baby,” she says, moving to bite my tits. She starts sucking my nipples, and I moan loudly. Emily pulls away.

“You aren't allowed to stay quiet, you know? You make the cutest noises, and I need to hear them,” she says. She pulls the sheets the rest of the way down, my body on full display for her. My thighs are pressed together, and she gently smacks my right thigh to get them to move apart. I spread my legs slightly, and she cups my pussy.

“Aww, you're so wet, aren't you?” I nod as she presses the heel of her palm on my clit. She kisses my cheek and pulls her hand away.

“Show me what you were doing.”

I waste no time in climbing back up to straddle the pillows and she gets up, standing behind me to watch as I hump the pillow desperately.

I moan every time the pillow fabric pulls against my clit, and I can feel my cunt leaking on the pillows. I close my eyes, grinding faster, the pleasure growing.

“Mommy,” I let out without even realizing it until I hear Emily chuckling behind me.

“Who would have ever thought that you’d have a mommy kink? You seem so vanilla, but I know,” she leans down next to me to whisper in my ear. “You're my dirty slut, aren't you? You're mommy’s whore?” I nod, moving my hips faster.

“Say it.”

“Yes, mommy, I’m your slut! I’m your whore,” I moan out, hips stuttering. “I’m so close, mommy, please!”

“Stop.”

I whine, but stop moving my hips anway. She pulls me to the end of the bed, facing each other, and kisses me deeply. She pulls away, smirking as she kneels down and spreads my legs.

“Oh baby,” she practically moans. “You have the prettiest pussy.” Without hesitation, she presses her mouth to my pussy, licking wherever she can. She circles my hole with her tongue, moving it back up to flick against my clit.

“Mommy please!”

She continues eating me like a starving woman, sucking and kissing my clit. She can tell how close I am as she makes out with my pussy.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warn her, hips bucking. She wraps her lips around my clit and sucks hard, making me orgasm so hard that I get dizzy for a second. She continues licking me, claiming she’s cleaning me up. I shiver as I come down from my orgasm. When she’s done, she kisses me once more. She stands up and my eyes follow her. She begins pulling her pants off, and I question her.

“You didn't think I was done with you, did you?”

#fanfic #criminal minds #writing #emily prentiss #emily x reader #agent prentiss #prentiss x reader #fem!reader #female reader #mommys little girl #dom mommy #mommy k!nk #pillow #smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds fanfic

[zizzlekwum]

Stranger In A Not-So-Strange Land

Masterlist

CHAPTER ONE

The BAU investigates the leader of a terrorist group in Guantanamo Bay in order to prevent a terrorist attack. Follows the events of Criminal Minds Season 2 Episode 10 “Lessons Learned.”

Trigger Warnings: none

Word Count: 4,270 (4,009 without the backstory blurb)

Tag List: @leftoverenvy @itsmeanobody @ctrljuls [if you want to be added to the list, please comment or send me an ask]

Relevant backstory that I don’t wanna write: you woke up in the Criminal Minds/ Bones universe because of a top-secret government project focusing on interacting and communicating with different universes. You’re from the year 2023 (because why the hell not; also that way you have seen all Criminal Minds and Bones episodes up until February of 2023). Your cell phone was in your hand and your wallet was in your pocket when you woke up, which both help prove to the scientists that their attempt was successful. Eventually they realize you know things about the future and put you through the training to be an FBI agent so you can work with the BAU and with Booth, Brennan, and the Jeffersonian team (the idea being you would be an asset because of your knowledge of the future). Only the people directly involved with both teams as well as their direct supervisors (like Strauss) know about your unique circumstances, and you aren’t allowed to tell anyone else because of the top secret nature of the project that led to you being there. You’re 24 years old when you end up in the universe, so the same age as Reid in Season 1 of Criminal Minds. The first chapter will take place when you’re 25, during Prentiss’ first official case with the BAU (so Season 2 Episode 10) and around the start of Season 2 of Bones (so definitely before Season 2 Episode 10 of Bones, which is done purposely for angst reasons I’m excited about for reasons I will not explain but which will eventually become apparent).

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Your cell phone wakes you just after six in the morning. You reach for it on your nightstand, knowing it’s probably JJ with a case.

“What?” you grumble, flipping it open and putting it to your ear without opening your eyes.

“We have a case,” JJ tells you.

You groan and roll over onto your back, still not opening your eyes. “But it’s so early!”

JJ sighs. “It’s about a potential terrorist attack,” she says bluntly, causing you to sit up and force your eyes open.

“Shit. Okay, I’m leaving now. See you soon.” You reach your hands up and rub your eyes before getting out of bed, grabbing your glasses, and throwing on a pair of dark jeans and a black T-shirt, also grabbing a plain black hoodie to take with you. You hurriedly brush your teeth and throw on your FBI hat before heading to your kitchen, swallowing your meds with water from the tap. You grab your keys and your backpack and rush out the door to your vehicle, a black 1998 Jeep Grand Cherokee, the same make and model your dad had when you were born.

When you get to the office, Hotch is already there, walking in front of you. Morgan and Gideon are behind you as you follow Hotch into the briefing room, where Garcia, JJ, and Prentiss are already seated around the table.

“Everybody, meet Agent Prentiss,” Hotch announces, gesturing toward her. You bite back a grin, excited to finally be able to meet your favorite character.

“The other day,” Garcia replies.

“I’ve been filling her in on protocol,” JJ adds.

Morgan introduces himself with a handshake as you take your seat at the table, across from Prentiss.

You give Prentiss a wave. “Y/N Y/L/N, it’s great to finally meet you!”.

“Y/L/N? You mean, you’re the one who—”

“The government’s pet project?” you finish with a grin. “Yeah, that one. I—”

“We can make nice later,” Hotch interrupts.

“Right, sorry,” you say sheepishly, turning your attention to JJ. “So what do we know so far?”

“The DEA raided what they thought was a hardened meth lab right here in Northern Virginia, but they found this instead.” JJ points the remote in her hand at the TV, pressing a button, prompting a picture of a homemade device to show on the screen.

“Well, shit,” you mutter.

“That could be a dispersal device for a chemical weapon,” Morgan says. “Sophisticated.”

“Homeland Security’s thinking Al Qaeda,” JJ says.

“They’ve developed devices that span the spectrum of sophistication,” Reid offers, “some as simple as soda bottles and paint cans.”

“They’re called al ikhteraa, literally ‘the invention,’” Prentiss adds.

Reid blinks. “Uh, they are,” he confirms.

“Do we know what the biological or chemical agent is yet?” Hotch asks.

Morgan shakes his head. “No, not yet.”

JJ continues. “The cell members bailed out through a tunnel. The DEA recovered a Nextel two-way and managed to intercept a message.” She places a piece of paper on the table, which Prentiss picks up. “That’s not the transcript—”

“No, it’s in Arabic,” Prentiss adds. “Uh… ‘our friends surprised us and eloped. We can no longer wait for the wedding as planned. We can deliver our gift at the next crescent.’” There’s a pause as everyone stares at her. “Uh, I lived in several Middle Eastern countries growing up,” Prentiss explains when she notices everyone’s curiosity.

You smirk. “Told you she was good.”

“Next crescent?” Gideon asks.

“I would assume the moon cycle,” you offer.

Prentiss nods. “Muslims sometimes use a lunar calendar. I’d have to look it up—”

“Next crescent moon is in two days,” Garcia interrupts.

“So whatever they’re attacking, it’s happening in less than 48 hours,” Gideon states.

“It sounds like it, sir,” Prentiss responds.

You sigh, adjusting your glasses. “Wonderful.”

JJ jumps in. “Payment for the Nextel is linked to this man.” She presses a button on her remote, pulling up a picture on the screen. “Jind Allah.”

“Literally ‘soldier of God,’” Prentiss notes.

“That’s pretty poor operational security for a sophisticated plot,” Morgan says.

You nod, humming in agreement. “It almost makes you think they wanted to be linked back to him, but I don’t see what they could possibly have to gain from doing so.”

“Two months ago, Jind Allah was captured leaving the US using a forged Pakistani passport via Richmond International Airport,” JJ explains. “He’s been held as a ghost detainee in Guantanamo Bay ever since.”

“So technically, he doesn’t exist,” Garcia says.

“Soldier of God isn’t a name,” Gideon points out.

“No, it’s most likely a name taken on for the Jihad,” Prentiss tells you.

“Meaning struggle,” you add, causing everyone to turn their attention to you in surprise. “What?” You shrug. “It’s a pretty common word in the future news cycles. Extremists claim it’s a holy war.”

“Yet the words ‘holy’ and ‘war’ never appear together in the Quran,” Reid adds, leaning back in his seat.

“Do we know his real name?” Gideon asks.

JJ shakes her head. “CIA interrogators have gotten nothing out of the guy.”

“They need us to break him,” Gideon concludes.

“We do know from past intercepts that he’s a recruiter,” JJ continues. “He came into this country to assemble the Omega cell, a sleeper cell with an unknown mission.”

“We have 48 hours to do what the CIA hasn’t been able to manage in 2 months?” Morgan shakes his head.

“The CIA doesn’t use our tactics,” you point out. “They specialize in torture, not behavioral analysis.”

“We could be looking at the first attack on our soil since 9/11,” Gideon says ominously. A moment of quiet passes as his words register. “Reid and I will head to Guantanamo Bay to interrogate Jind Allah,” Gideon states. “The rest of you’ll stay here and work the local investigation.” He stands as the rest of you nod. He leaves the room and Hotch follows him as the rest of you file out the door.

“So, you’re really from another universe?” Prentiss asks, turning toward you as you both walk to your desks.

You nod. “Mm-hmm. This was just a TV show where I’m from. Also, it was 2023.”

Prentiss whistles. “It’s kind of hard to believe.”

“I totally get it,” you assure her. “It’s weird for me, too. The last time I lived through today, I was eight.” She looks at you in shock. You laugh. “Yeah, I was technically born in 1998, but my adjusted birth year is 1981, since I’m 25,” you explain.

She stares at you, shocked. “Wow,” she finally manages.

You laugh again. “Yeah, it takes some getting used to,” you tell her. “And it sucks that I can’t tell anyone outside of the BAU and my other team at the Jeffersonian. Not that anyone would believe me, but still.”

“Your other team?” she asks.

“I sometimes work with Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan, a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian, because I know the outcomes of their cases, too, since they were also a TV show,” you explain, sitting down at your desk.

Prentiss moves to sit down at her desk across from you, but pauses as she glances up at Hotch and Gideon, who are watching her.

“…only member of the team fluent in Arabic,” Hotch is saying.

“Well, there are other translators,” Gideon responds.

“Yeah, but they haven’t studied behavior,” Hotch points out.

“She even have her ready bag yet?” Gideon asks.

Across from you, Prentiss slowly reaches down and picks up a black duffel bag, placing it on her desk before holding her hands together in front of her. You grin, glancing away.

“My guess is there isn’t much this woman’s unprepared for,” you hear Hotch tell Gideon, nodding toward Prentiss.

Gideon glances at her before walking down the stairs. “Car leaves in four minutes,” he tells her while he walks past.

Prentiss smiles. “Yes, sir.”

You give her a thumbs up, mouthing “good luck” as she follows him with a smile.

“Y/L/N, Morgan, you’re with me,” Hotch announces. “We’re going to the scene of the raid.”

You nod, standing and following him out the door to the elevator.

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When you arrive at the scene of the raid, you exit the SUV and follow Morgan and Hotch into the house.

“Bonnie Ryan,” the lead DEA agent says, holding out her hand to Hotch as you walk through the door.

Hotch shakes her hand. “Aaron Hotchner.”

“DEA team,” Agent Ryan says. “We ran this raid.”

“Derek Morgan.” Morgan introduces himself, shaking Agent Ryan’s hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you add, nodding at Agent Ryan. She gives you a polite nod in return.

Morgan gestures to the paper covering the windows. “This must’ve slowed you down some, huh?”

Agent Ryan nods. “Well, enough for them to get out through the tunnel,” she says.

“They must have done escape drills,” Hotch notes as Agent Ryan gestures to you to follow her down the hallway into the room with the dispersal device.

There’s another DEA agent in the room already. He smiles when he notices Morgan. “Hey, Morgan.”

Morgan smiles, patting him on the arm. “Hey, Kenny. Been a minute, man.”

“Yeah, it has,” Kenny says.

“We good in here?” Morgan asks.

Kenny nods. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Everything’s been rendered safe.”

You follow Hotch and Morgan to take a closer look at the dispersal device.

“Wow,” Morgan says, bending down. “These guys weren’t messing around.” He observes the device for a second. “Hotch, these tubes surround what would be the explosive charge. And this cylinder right here?”

“Probably where they would put whatever bioweapon they’re using, right?” you say.

Morgan nods. “Bingo.”

“That’s a happy thought,” Kenny says.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Morgan says, sighing.

You follow Hotch and Morgan into the other room.

“Looks like a four man cell,” Morgan notes.

Hotch examines the clothes hanging in the open closet. “They assimilated into the community.”

“Just like any other suburban gangster wannabes,” Morgan adds,  looking through a stack of CDs on the floor.

“Who do you think we’re dealing with?” Agent Ryan asks.

“Most likely Middle Eastern males in their early twenties,” Hotch answers.

“And judging by that device out there, they’re looking at significant targets,” Morgan adds.

“Military installations or government buildings, places like that,” you interject as you begin looking through one of the cots on the floor.

“You know, if these guys were Fundamentalists, you’d think they’d have Qurans, prayer mats,” Morgan says.

“No,” Agent Ryan tells him, shaking her head. “We didn’t find any of that here.”

“Which tells us they at least have one secondary location, if not more,” you note, turning over the cot you were looking through. You find a box with some newspapers in it. Flipping through, you come across what looks to be chemical equations printed on paper. “Guys, you might wanna take a look at this.”

Hotch, Agent Ryan, and Morgan turn their attention toward you. “What is it?” Hotch asks.

You hold up the papers. “Looks like a list of chemicals.”

Morgan holds out his hand and you pass the papers over to him. “I’m gonna check with Garcia,” he says, taking out his phone and dialing. He waits for her to pick up, then says, “Hey. I’m gonna read off a list to you. These are chemicals.” He pauses, presumably waiting for her response. “You’re sure?” he finally says, frowning. “All right.” He hangs up the phone and puts it back in his pocket.

“What’d she say?” Hotch asks.

“Garcia said this looks like a list of additives needed to weaponize anthrax,” Morgan reports solemnly. Agent Ryan and Kenny share a look.

You curse, pulling out your phone. “I’ll let Gideon, Reid, and Prentiss know.” You dial Reid’s number and wait for him to pick up.

“Reid,” he says after only a couple rings.

“Anthrax,” you tell him.

“What?”

“We think they’re going to use anthrax in their attack,” you explain. “We found a list of chemicals in the house and had Garcia look them up.”

“Anything else?” he asks.

“Nope,” you reply. “We’ll keep you posted.” You hang up the phone and turn back to Hotch and Morgan. “So, what now?”

*   *   *   *   *

Later, you’re in the backseat of the SUV with Hotch at the wheel and Morgan in the passenger seat when Hotch’s phone rings.

“Hotchner,” he says, bringing it to his ear. He pauses, presumably to listen to whoever is on the other line. “Annandale?” Another pause. “I’ll get Agent Ryan to organize another raid. And notify Gideon and Reid. Thanks.” He hangs up and turns the car around.

“What’s up?” Morgan asks.

“Garcia found some chatter about a second location in Annandale,” Hotch tells the two of you. “We’re going to check it out.”

It takes just over twenty minutes to get to the second site. When Hotch pulls the car up, the DEA team is already there, ready to enter.

“Hey guys,” a DEA agent greets us. “We’re going silent tonight, no comms.”

“Let’s be careful,” Agent Ryan adds. “We don’t know what to expect.” She looks to Hotch. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Hotch says, handing you and Morgan each a gas mask before slipping his own over his head. You quickly put it on before pulling your gun from its holster at your hip.

“Let’s do it,” the other DEA agent says, and everyone moves to the ramp of the truck to climb up over the fence. You follow Morgan up the ramp and back down the other side, biting the inside of your cheek in nervousness. The lead DEA agent enters the trailer, gun drawn, and the rest of you follow.

“Clear!” one of them shouts to your left.

“Clear!” someone else to your right calls. Hotch walks back to the door, taking off his gas mask.

“This place is completely empty,” Morgan says, taking off his own mask. “We missed them again.”

Hotch takes out his cell phone and dials a number. “It’s Hotch. We’re at cell location number two. No cell, no lab, no dispersal devices. We’re still looking for escape tunnels.” He hangs up.

You take off your own mask as you and Morgan begin to examine the room. You’ve barely started when Hotch’s phone rings.

“What’s the problem,” he says. Then he tenses. “Everybody out!” he yells. “It’s a trap! Now!”

You curse, rushing to the door. Everyone scrambles to run away from the trailer, but the force of the explosion still almost knocks you off your feet. You stumble and immediately look around for Hotch and Morgan, heart pounding. You let out a sigh of relief when you see them both unharmed. You then look around at everyone else when you see a DEA agent lying face-down on the ground, not moving.

“Shit,” you say, running towards him, but there’s already another agent rolling him over and pressing his fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. He shakes his head. You swallow the lump in your throat and experience a flash of guilt at your previous relief.

Soon after, the fire department arrives to put out the flaming remains of the trailer. You, Hotch, Morgan, and the remaining DEA agents all linger around the scene, not able to do anything else.

Morgan soon gets a phone call. “Yeah, it’s Morgan,” he says after flipping open his phone and bringing it to his ear. “Hello? Garcia, can you hear me?” He pauses, turning away from the burning wreckage. “Yeah, I know. We lost a SWAT agent.” Another pause. “Don’t worry, don’t think you’re gonna get rid of me that easy. Hotch and Y/L/N are okay, too.” A pause, and then he smiles. “No, but I know who to call if I do. Thanks, Baby Girl.” He hangs up.

You and Morgan head over to Hotch, who’s standing next to Agent Ryan near the back of the ambulance. Agent Ryan shakes her head. “Son of a bitch,” she says, her voice shaking.

“I’m sorry about Kenny,” Hotch tells her softly.

“Yeah, me too,” she says, not meeting his eyes.

“The chatter was a setup. They knew we’d be listening,” Hotch states.

“They lead us straight here,” Morgan adds.

Agent Ryan steels herself, grinding her jaw. “Just tell me you know where to look next.”

Hotch sighs. “Not yet.”

Agent Ryan looks away.

*   *   *   *   *

You’re stuck at the site of the explosion into the early morning. You yawn from the back seat as Hotch drives and Morgan answers his ringing phone.

“Talk to me,” he says, then reaches into his pocket to grab a notepad and pen, writing something down as he balances his cell between his ear and his shoulder. “Got it, thank you.” He hangs up the phone.

“What’s up?” you ask him.

“Got a lead?” Hotch says.

“And an address,” Morgan tells him, ripping off the notepad paper and handing it to Hotch, who glances at it before speeding up.

Less than fifteen minutes later, you’re stepping out of the car in front of a small, regular-looking house. You squint in the sunlight for a moment while you wait for your glasses to darken before following Hotch and Morgan to the group of SWAT agents standing together on the front lawn.

“How does a terrorist cell exist right here in Mayberry?” Morgan asks, walking beside Hotch.

“Really reminds you how they can be anywhere,” you say.

“Infrared scanning still shows no one inside,” the lead SWAT agent reports as the three of you approach. “We’re doing a soft entry in case it’s booby trapped.” Hotch nods as you and Morgan take a step back. The SWAT team lines up at the door before the lead agent rips it open with a crowbar and they all pile inside.

It’s only a minute later when the lead agent comes back out the door, pulling his gas mask off. “We have five deceased males and what looks to be a crude lab,” he reports to Hotch, where you and Morgan stand beside him. “All shot in the head, execution style.”

“Any anthrax on the scene?” Hotch asks.

The agent shakes his head. “Only residue. There’s also packing and tags from four new backpacks.” He begins to walk away to report to the rest of his team.

Morgan shakes his head. “Backpacks.”

“They’re already on the move,” you say.

“We were too late,” Hotch says, walking back toward the SUV. You and Morgan follow behind him.

*   *   *   *   *

When you get back to the office, JJ meets you at the elevator. “Grand opening of the USA Mall today. It’s the third-largest in the country and it’s right smack in the middle of McLean, Virginia.”

“Let’s move,” Hotch says, turning around. You and Morgan follow him to the car, hopping in. He’s already driving before your door is closed all the way.

You drive in silence, the tension palpable in the air, before Morgan speaks. “What’s going on with you?” he asks Hotch. “You looked like you’d seen a ghost back there.”

Hotch tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Haley’s supposed to take Jack to the new mall to have his portrait taken.”

Your stomach drops.

“Well, go ahead and call her,” Morgan tells him.

“It’s a breach of security,” Hotch replies tersely.

“Who gives a fuck?” you exclaim. “That’s your family!”

Morgan shakes his head. “You lose Haley and Jack, screw this job. You won’t have a life.”

Hotch takes out his cell phone and dials, holding it to his ear. You and Morgan wait, the feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach growing bigger with each passing second. Suddenly, Hotch shakes his head. “I can’t reach her.” The car accelerates even faster.

*   *   *   *   *

It takes almost an hour to get to the mall from Quantico, and you’re aware of how close you are to failing. As soon as Hotch parks, you’re throwing open the door and jumping out, your gas mask under your arm, running to the doors. The SWAT team has just arrived too, by the looks of it.

“Morgan, I’m going to find the security office!” Hotch calls over his shoulder, running to the side entrance.

“Go!” Morgan shouts.

“Morgan!” Agent Ryan calls to the side of you. You and Morgan rush over the where she and a few other agents in tactical armor are standing around a nondescript van, where the front doors are still open. An agent rips open the back of the van, pointing his gun inside, then steps back. You look over Morgan’s shoulder to see another dead man with a bullet in his head.

“Looks like loading dock security,” Morgan notes.

“Should we evacuate?” Agent Ryan asks.

“No,” Morgan says as you shake your head. “No, we’d have mass panic. Let’s go.”

You, Morgan, and the rest of the SWAT agents make your way inside the mall when Hotch’s voice comes over your ear piece. “Morgan, I’ve got four guys on the east end of the roof.”

“This way,” Morgan tells you and the SWAT agents, heading toward a stairwell.

When you’re all starting to climb the stairs, you hear Hotch say, “It’s the air vents."

Morgan stops and pulls his gas mask from his belt, and you do the same. “They’re going to the air vents,” he reports to the rest of the SWAT team. He glances over at you to make sure your mask is on. You give him a nod. “Move,” he commands, and you quickly continue your ascent to the roof.

When you reach the top, you all fan out, looking for the air vents. You follow closely behind Morgan, hurrying across the roof. Suddenly, Morgan raises his gun, and you follow suit as you look ahead and see four men kneeling next to the air vents, fiddling with something inside their backpacks. You, Morgan, and the nearby SWAT agents creep closer as one of the men looks up and notices you.

“Don’t move!” Morgan yells. “Put the devices down and put your hands where I can see them!”

All four of them slowly stand. Three of the men raise their hands as another quickly turns around and grabs a rifle.

“GUN!” one of the SWAT agents yells, and everyone opens fire. Three of the four men fall to the ground, dead, as the fourth makes a run for it.

“Shit!” you yell, breaking out into a run to chase after him, right at Morgan’s heels. You turn a corner just as the man turns around and raises his gun. You and Morgan each fire a shot at the man, who stumbles backwards and falls through the glass ceiling behind him. You rush over and look down to see him on the ground, not moving, surrounded by screaming shoppers and a growing pool of blood. Morgan nods at you before stepping away, holstering his weapon.

“Hotch,” he says into his ear piece. “We got ‘em.”

*   *   *   *   *

When you get back to the office, it’s dark outside. JJ is there to greet you.

“Good job today,” Hotch tells her as he walks to his office to grab his things. You head to your desk to grab your backpack, contemplating waiting for Gideon, Prentiss, and Reid to get back before yawning and deciding to go home instead.

“‘Night,” you tell JJ as you head to the elevator. She nods at you with a smile.

You yawn again as you slowly make your way through the parking lot to your car, eyes drooping. Your entire body is exhausted after not having slept in almost two days. You get into the car and turn the ignition, turning up the radio to help you stay awake. Within twenty minutes, you’re home. Walking inside, you throw your keys on the table next to the door and sling your backpack off your shoulder, heading straight to the kitchen to grab your meds. You neglect brushing your teeth in favor of sprawling out on your bed and closing your eyes, sighing. You’re asleep within minutes.

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What a way to care

one shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!Reader

Genre: Angst and smut

Words: 3.3k+

Warnings: SMUT (r receiving), top!Emily, bottom!reader, swearing, dom Emily, overstimulation, arguing and shouting, spanking.

Summary: Emily and y/n had a complicated work relationship. Emily (her boss) doesn’t hide her distain for the younger woman. Every time she feels a sense of pride it seems her boss rips it away and labels it as not good enough.  

A/N- first Emily fic!

Y/n had been working at the BAU for a year, she’d grown immensely close to everyone, except one person. Emily Prentiss, the unit chief. For some reason the woman always gave her the cold shoulder and time after time dismissed her. The worst part of all was she didn’t try to hide it. 

She’d never outwardly done anything to annoy the older woman, nor had she undermined her authority in any shape or form. Usually y/n could take it on the nose and continue with her head held high. Unfortunately, enough was enough and she’d reached her limit during the current case they were working on. 

The raven-haired woman had taken it upon herself to shout at the young woman in front of the whole team. All she’d done was follow orders and went in behind the SWAT team, but apparently it was her fault she’d been shot at. 

It took JJ and Tara interfering for Emily to finally back off. Though before they came the argument got heated and it was the first-time y/n had raised her voice and sworn at her boss, it was safe to say, she’d lost all her composure. After getting patched up by the EMT’s, JJ drove y/n to the hotel and helped drop her stuff in her room. She reassured the blonde she was fine being alone and didn’t really want company. So, JJ reluctantly left. 

As she fell back onto the bed she admired the small bandage on her arm, thankfully the bullet only grazed her arm, though that didn’t seem to matter to Emily. 

“It doesn’t matter whether it was serious or not! You got shot and you need to be more fucking careful!” were the exact words the unit chief used. Y/n winced thinking about the harsh tone Emily used and the blame she irrefutably placed on her. 

She didn’t have a lot of time to process the conversation as three loud knocks came booming from her hotel door. Letting out a sigh she stood up and approached the peephole to see who had the audacity to annoy her now. Black hair came into view and y/n instinctively rolled her eyes. There was no way she had the energy for round two or suffer the consequences of their previous altercation. 

“Can this fucking wait till the morning Prentiss?” The words sassily slipped from her lips before she knew what she had even said. Her hand came up over her mouth as the realisation of what she’d said dawned on her. 

“I’m going to let that slip, just open the door y/l/n,” there was a small pause, “please.” 

Y/n was too taken back by the sudden pleasantry that she reached out to unlock the door, not bothering to open it herself. Emily opened the door and walked in as y/n made her way to the couch to sit down, zero effort was made to acknowledge the older woman who was now leaning against the wall in front of her. 

She started to play with a loose string on the sofa, finding it very intriguing all of a sudden. The silence was becoming uncomfortable, but she wasn’t about to say shit, not after the way Emily treated her. She was the one who wanted to come in for some reason, whatever that reason was she couldn’t care less. That was Emily’s problem. 

“About today…” Emily started. Y/n glared up at the older woman through her lashes, blank faced. She raised her eyebrows and blinked a couple times waiting for Emily to continue. “You shouldn’t have gone in like you did.” 

Y/n clenched her jaw, if this was going to happen, if Emily was going to repeat the same bullshit she pulled earlier, the young woman would be beyond pissed. The thought alone was causing her blood to boil. She flared her nostrils, and finally raised her head to fully give the woman all her attention. She made sure not to mask any emotions boiling to the surface like she usually did, because this would not be like the other times, she wouldn’t let it. 

Emily seemed a little taken back by the murderous look she was receiving, her body tensed, and she was fighting back the urge to go into defence mode. She knew she had to skip to the point, an apology was in order, whether or not she wanted to apologise was another issue entirely. JJ and Tara had hammered it into her head she was out of order, no matter how frustrated she got, she had no right to take it out on y/n. 

The young woman remained quiet, refusing to open her mouth. It seemed like Emily was baiting her and she wasn’t having any of it. Emily knew this too and it was driving her crazy, the look she was receiving wasn’t enough, she’d tried to deny it, but the fire she saw in y/n earlier had ignited something in her and she wanted to feel it again. Though it seemed she’d have to settle and get the apology out of the way. 

“I’m sorry okay?” she spat out, it wasn’t aggressive but it most certainly was not heartfelt or touching. It was empty and forced and both women knew it. 

Y/n shot up to her feet, the pathetic excuse of an apology enraged her, anger coursed through her veins, and she didn’t have the willpower to hold back any longer. 

“Are you fucking joking?” the younger woman’s face was contorted, her eyebrows furrowed as she seethed through her teeth. “You’re ‘sorry’? For what Emily? Treating me like shit, or embarrassing me in front of the team, or wait maybe making me feel small every opportunity you have? Please elaborate I’m dying to know?” her voice was dripping with sarcasm and pure unfiltered rage. 

At first Emily was shocked, but slowly the feelings from earlier arose once again and a smirk crept onto her face, only further angering the y/n. 

“You think this is fucking funny? If this is your attempt at an apology you can just leave.” Tears were springing to life in her eyes as she began to walk to the door. It was then she felt a hand on her arm, preventing her from moving any further. She turned back around, and their eyes met, y/n looked into Emily’s chocolate brown eyes and watched as they softened. 

The hand relaxed a little but stayed on y/n’s upper arm, near her bandage, Emily’s other hand came to her face, a finger wiped away a stray tear on her cheek. She felt her whole body relax and tingle, a weird sensation came from where Emily’s hand was. Not knowing what the hell was happening to her, she shrugged off the hand on her arm and stepped away from the older woman. 

“I said you can leave.” She stood her ground; it was her way or the highway. If Emily was going to apologise it would be done right or not at all. 

Emily clenched her jaw and took a deep breath in and out of her nose, squaring her shoulders. She locked her eyes firmly onto y/n. 

“You’re right, I’ve treated you differently. Yes, I’ve been harsh but it was for your own go-” she was cut off before she could continue. 

“For my own good?” her voice was a little louder than expected, unfortunately for everyone else in the hotel she could give less of a shit. “Come on let’s stop pretending, you hate me Prentiss. How is you treating me like shit and giving me hell, for my own good?” 

Emily visibly flinched at the statement, of course she knew she was a little harder on y/n but hate? Had she let it get that far that that’s what the young woman thought. 

She stepped forward so there was now a small amount of space between the two of them, “I don’t hate you y/n.” she said sighing. “I push you because I know you can do more, because you hold yourself back. What happened today was too much and I’m sorry. I just don’t want to see anything happen to you and today, today you came close.” Her voice got quieter, and the last sentence could have easily been missed. 

Both women seemed taken back by the honestly displayed. The atmosphere in the room quickly changed, all that could be heard were the light breaths from y/n and Emily. The arguing seemed to have exerted them more than they knew as they both tried to steady their breathing. 

Their eyes frantically searched one another’s, y/n was looking to find any hint of dishonesty, she couldn’t tell whether she was relieved, happy or angry to only discover sincerity held in the brown iris’s. 

“Why-why do you care?” it came out in barely a whisper, Emily heard, nonetheless. Taking a step forward again she closed the space between the two and rested her hands on the younger woman’s waist. Y/n felt her breath catch in her throat, unsure how to feel about the sudden tender contact. Not being able to take the feeling of Emily’s eyes burning into her she looked at the floor, shifting uncomfortably on her feet. 

When a hand was removed from her waist, she couldn’t help but miss the contact, that was until the hand seemingly found its way to her chin. Light pressure was applied as Emily lifted her head to meet her gaze once again. 

“Why do you think y/n?” she breathed out. 

There was nothing to be said, at least nothing y/n could think of. If she was honest with herself, she had no idea why Emily would care. This whole situation was rendering her speechless; a couple hours ago she was convinced her boss hated her and was out to get her. But now, now things were unclear, and it seemed she had read the whole situation wrong. In some weird fucked up way Emily wanted the best for her. To make sure she excelled at her job and made no mistakes, it was a way of keeping her safe on the job. What it was, was confusing as hell. 

She let herself fully relax into the older woman, “You’re confusing as hell Prentiss.” She said helplessly. 

Emily pulled her in closer so y/n could rest her head against hers. “I barely understand myself sometimes. All I know is seeing you today, not knowing what happened after the shots were fired, it scared me. Maybe I haven’t shown it in the best way, but I do care.”

“You, Emily Prentiss, have a really fucked up way of showing you care.” Y/n smirked playfully, that’s when she felt her ass being spanked. Pain coursed through her veins, and she half whimpered half moaned at the contact, pain quickly subsided into waves of pleasure. 

Emily cocked an eyebrow. “You shouldn’t swear. It doesn’t suit you.” She tightly gripped y/n’s waist with both hands and started walking forward, forcing her to back up towards the bed. “Maybe I need to teach you another lesson?”

The older woman smiled victoriously when y/n began to slowly nod, the submission she displayed was turning her on and she needed more, to see her underneath her, to see her begging. Y/n felt the back of her knees hit the bed, but the pushing didn’t halt causing her to fall back onto the bed. Emily subsequently climbed on top of her as the two moved further up the bed. 

Looking into the eyes of her boss, y/n saw the brown of Emily’s eyes were almost eclipsed by the blacks of her pupils, her eyes were filled with pure lust and wanting. Both set of eyes darted between lips and eyes, y/n felt her tongue slip out of her mouth to wet her lips that were suddenly receiving so much attention. The two hands on either side of her head now bent and she felt soft black hair tickle her exposed shoulders. 

Lips came crashing on hers, the kiss was far from soft and was quickly becoming more and more heated as they both started fighting for control. Hands were felt on Emily’s waist pulling her body closer to y/n’s, which she allowed. Y/n’s felt teeth lightly grip her bottom lip and let a soft moan out. 

Emily took this opportunity to slip her tongue through the parted lips, swirling it around and tracing the roof of the young woman’s mouth. Y/n’s hands came up from Emily’s waist to fiddle with her blouse buttons.

Emily pulled her lips away sensing the frustration building up in the woman under her. She pulled the shirt over her head and lowered herself back down, this time her lips connected with the soft skin of y/n’s neck. She ran her tongue along the area, kissing and nibbling, stopping when one area seemed to have more of an effect. 

Y/n’s neck arched, her head pressing into the pillow under her as Emily nibbled and sucked on her sweet spot, not for a second caring if she left a mark. Her soul focus was revelling in the pleasure coursing through her veins and pulsating between her thighs. 

A hand was removed from beside her head and began to play with the hem of her tank top, which she quickly pulled off. When the lips were removed from her neck, she couldn’t help but drink up the view of Emily straddling her in only a bra and jeans. 

Hands ran up and down the raven-haired woman’s torso and y/n slipped a hand under her lacy black bra, cupping one of her breasts in her hands, tenderly fondling it. She locked her lips onto Emily’s exposed neck and kissed down to her chest, moving her other hand to the back of the bra and easily unclasping it and taking a hardened nipple into her mouth. 

She was harshly pushed back onto the bed as her bra was yanked over her head and thrown somewhere on the hotel floor. She felt her trousers being taken off and raised her hips to assist, a breath of warm air was felt by her ear as she heard Emily whisper “Good girl.” 

Y/n laid there exposed in only her underwear, everything was telling her to cover herself, but she did nothing of such, the want for Emily to see all of her was overpowering. She found her hands on the buckle to Emily’s off centred belt and she began fumbling to take it off. The second the belt was taken off, y/n got to work on Emily’s jeans. 

Within seconds of the jeans being flung somewhere in the room, Emily was back on top of y/n pinning her arms down over her head. The feeling of Emily’s soft skin brushing directly against her own sent sparks flying through ever nerve in her body. 

Lips pressed against one of y/n’s nipples taking the bud into her mouth sucking and teething lightly. The heat growing between y/n's legs was becoming unbearable and she was ready to beg for more but didn’t want to give in just yet. 

The moment she felt a knee between her legs, the younger woman began to grind against it needed some release. She felt Emily smirk against her nipple, “patience.” She purred. 

She removed her hands from y/n and slowly kissed down her stomach until she reached her panties, gripping onto them with her teeth, she tugged them down. The young woman looks down to see Emily coming face to face with her dripping cunt, she watched as her boss’s lip wedged itself between her teeth hungrily. 

One finger ran through her folds causing her hips to buck up at the contact, she wanted more. “Please.”

“Say it again.”

“Please.”

The finger moved up to her clit but teasingly moved away causing y/n to become more and more frustrated. 

“Say my name.”

“Please Emily.” 

And with that, two fingers plunged into her and she moaned out Emily’s name without quite realising what she’d said. But hearing her name fall from y/n’s lips only incentivized Emily. She brought her lips to y/n’s clit and began to move her tongue in circular motions, alternating between sucking, nibbling and licking. 

The immense pleasure y/n felt surging through her veins was immeasurable and overwhelming, but she relished every second of it. Just when she thought she could stay quiet the fingers inside her curled and pumped harder and faster continuously hitting her g spot over and over. 

“Oh fuck Emily.” She half moaned half screamed out. 

The fingers stopped pumping as fast and y/n could have cried out for more, that was before a slap came full force to her ass, causing her to yelp out. 

“Don’t swear.” Emily mumbled against her clit. 

“I won’t, I’m sorry, please don’t stop.” y/n begged, and it was music to the raven-haired woman’s ears. She picked her pace back up and the feeling of being at Emily’s will was pushing y/n closer and closer to her orgasm. Her body was convulsing as pleasure pulsated through her veins. 

Continuous moans passed through her lips progressively getting louder the closer she got to her sweet release. The expert tongue on her clit got faster and faster. When Emily trusts got even harder y/n felt herself fall apart, her legs began to shake uncontrollably. Her whole body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over her whole body and she cried out in ecstasy. 

“Emily, Emily, EMILY.” 

But she didn’t stop, Emily kept her unrelenting pace and y/n was fighting against her whole body as she felt a second orgasm coming despite not being finished with her first. She grabbed a fistful of Emily’s dark hair not sure whether she was pulling her away or pushing her to keep going. The only thing she knew was she was putty in Emily’s hands, or in this case fingers and they weren’t going to stop until she was spent. 

At this point volume control was thrown out the window as y/n was screaming out gibberish, her moans could most likely be heard from outside the hotel room but neither women cared.

The tightening grip on her hair only motivated Emily to keep going as her jaw became sore and her fingers were stiff. 

It all paid off when y/n’s back arched off the bed, her walls gripped Emily’s fingers and a throaty groan was heard from all corners of the room. Emily slowed down until she felt y/n dug her away, even the smallest touch would have sent her into a third unprovoked orgasm and y/n felt like she may pass out if that happened.

She picked her head up to see Emily wiping her mouth with the back of her hand smirking as she took in the sight of y/n laid on the bed completely exhausted, trying to catch her breath.

Y/n saw the lust in those darkened eyes, she wanted to give her more and more, but stars appeared in her vision, and she couldn’t stop her legs from shaking. Just the feel of Emily's drenched fingers sliding out of her caused her to whimper.

Emily kissed her way back up to y/n’s lips and laid the softest kiss on the swollen lips, laying herself next to her she moved pieces of stray hairs away from y/n’s sweaty forehead and used her other hand to run fingers up and down the young woman’s stomach. 

Instinctively y/n closed her eyes and hummed into the comfort of Emily’s touch. When she opened her eyes and tried to sit up, Emily pushed her back down and she shot her a confused look. 

“It’s your turn.” She tiredly pleaded. 

Emily wrapped her arm around y/n’s shoulder and pulled her in, her head now lying on her exposed chest. She placed a soft kiss to her forehead and started tracing shapes onto her back whilst y/n did the same on her chest. 

And that’s how they fell asleep, wrapped into each other and somewhere between falling asleep one phrase fell from y/n’s lips. “You, Emily Prentiss, have a really fucked up way of showing you care, but I’m glad you do.” 

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[v3nusxsky]

Maybe emily prentiss x chubby reader who doesn't like the way they look so when emily hears them saying something bad about themselves she fucks them in front of a mirror and if she wants to cum she has to say something good about themselves or something

Pretty Princess 18+

*Authors note~ this is such a cute idea and I absolutely had a blast writing it, thank you for your request*

Trigger warnings~ daddy Emily sub r mirrors ;) humiliation if you squint? Strap on lots of praise

Prompt~see aak^^^^

SSA Prentiss was what you became while your wife became the Chief of the BAU. You loved that you could work together, live together and enjoy life as a married couple while doing your dream jobs. The BAU was one big family and that's what made work that bit better, it was no secret to the team you had some body issues, they'd been there when you were diagnosed and through the therapy to get better.

The team and your wife always made sure you are and drank at work and Derek often trained with you to prevent you overworking your body. It was one thing to remain fit and healthy but you'd been know to go over the top. You didn't mind the company and it was always a good bit of banter to remind Derek you had much better cardio than he did.

You'd been having a bad mental health day, you weren't sure how it started, but the whole team knew. JJ noticed how you made your cup of coffee last impossibly long, Garcia noticed you turned down one of her cookies, Derek noticed the baggy clothing, Rossi noticed how with drawn you were and your wife? Well she noticed it all and immediately began to formulate a plan to make it better for you.

That was how you found yourself travelling home with your wife as she drove. Her hand resting on your thigh unless she needed to change gears. "Angel?" She murmured and you let out a hum of acknowledgment, "when we get home, go to the bedroom for daddy and strip down for me" she murmured to you knowing your submissive manner wouldn't let you ignore the request despite how you were feeling.

Arriving back home you did exactly as you were told to, stripping bare and kneeling by Emily's side of your bed. You tilted your head down to avoid seeing your body, you don't know how long you remained their or when the tears started to fall down your cheeks at the thoughts swirling in your mind.

"Angel? Colour" Emily murmured entering the room and immediately noticing your tears. "Green" you whispered not looking up or opening your eyes. "Angel, daddy wants to make you feel good okay?" You nodded in response not being given the permission to verbally respond to her. "You can speak angel, daddy just wants to make you feel good there's not gonna be any punishments tonight. You're my beautiful girl and I want you to see that" she murmured cupping your cheek and brushing the tears away with her thumbs. A sweet kiss placed to your lips before she rested her forehead to yours. "Let me see those pretty eyes princess" she murmured and you slowly opened your eyes to find hers filled with love.

The raven haired woman helped you to stand on ylur shaky legs just holding you close to her body, "princess? help daddy with these?" You did just that to find your wife was packing. "Daddy?" You murmured glancing at the faux cock. "Does my pretty princess wanna get on her knees and suck daddy's strap hmm?" She teased moving to sit on the edge of the bed with her legs spread and guiding you to kneel between them. "Go ahead beautiful, make daddy's dick nice and wet for me" she murmured stroking through your hair.

Your wife wasn't normally so gentle in her needy state, but tonight she was slow and gentle, making sure to shower you in love and praise every time she opened her mouth. "Oh fuck sweet girl, so good for daddy" she muttered before tugging slightly on your hair, "up baby, god I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that pretty!" You followed her silent request and realised her with a leeward plop. "Oh pretty girl you did such a good job for your daddy, daddy's best girl hmm?"

That was how you found yourself straddling your wife's cock as she urged you to bouncy on it, positioned ever so accurately that you were forced to watch your face and body as you took her deep into your needy cunt, the slight curve causing the head to hit that spot that drove you wild. "Daddy! Please mm need please" you whined hoping she'd take pity on you.

"Compliment yourself and look at yourself in the mirror and I'll let you cum" Emily purred into your ear helping your hips bounce due to how needy you were. "Can't. No good" you whimpered only to cry out when she pinched are your sensitive nub did you cry out, "I'm daddy's pretty princess. God I'm fuck beautiful daddy please please please make it feel good!"

Emily brought her mouth to suck on your pulse point before murmuring, "cum for me pretty princess" and you did, hard. She slowed her thrusts until you were just cockwarming her at this point to catch your breath. "So so pretty baby, I know todays been bad for you in your mind but you're so loved and so so beautiful Angel, daddy's pretty princess. So how about a bath love?" You agreed and felt so much better and loved, Emily always knew just what to do to help you.

Word count~ 960

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[bohemiannaturesworld]

Man’s world

The tension could be cut off with a knife, silence filling the room, all eyes on the door that had just been closed with y\n and Hotch inside, voices could be heard but the words were unintelligible. The team looked at each other with a knowing look but a word couldn’t leave their mouths.

Hotch’s eyes on her, angst filling his chest, trying to find what to say. He knew where she was coming from with what she said, but it didn’t give her the right to say it.

-What did go through your head out there? - He asked calmy but sternness coming along in voice. - you know what our jobs is and what we must do.

-You know I’m not wrong. - she said strongly

-that’s not the point. - he cut her off, voice raising as he took a step closer to her - you shouldn’t have said those things. It’s not our town, it’s not our people, it’s not our place to put ourselves in another people’s, fellow cops, cases. - Now making full eye contact - do I need to bench you?

-You’re the boss. - She said straightening her back and strongly holding eye contact with the pissed of man in that stood in front of her - if that’s what you think it’s best. I would rather not be in a case that the rapists are walking free and a girl that’s traumatized beyond comprehension will go to jail or probably killed, all because the justice keeps failing women- her chest now raising with angst, hatred, and sadness. Speaking through her teeth, trying to keep her voice from cracking. - so, if you ask me, yes, I think she’s making a world a better place by killing all this man. If the police, judges, etc., can’t keep women safe, on her own way she is. - She broke eye contact the moment she felt the tears filling her eyes - so, sir, if your choice is to take me off the case, I completely agree.

With that she opens the door and leaves him standing there looking at her rushing off the police station, firm steps that were keeping her from showing the weakness her body was going through. He steps next to the team that were looking for answers, his eyes still glued to the door that had just been shut.

-Let’s go back to work. - he said not looking at his team for not more than a couple of seconds, grabbing a file and re-read what he had already memorized, trying to keep his feeling and emotions in place. Eyes scanning all those bloody corpses and badly beaten bodies, that the pictures were showing. He had to remind himself again that these men were victims and were no longer there, and right now they were the ones he had to justice for.

A soft knock at her hotel room took her from the trance she was in, eyes glued to whatever book she had in hand but couldn’t go pass the page she was for over an hour.  She made her way to the door, opening the door her eyes encountered a baby blue, neatly tidy for someone that had been working all day, shirt, as her eyes made their way to that person’s face.

Can I come in? - he asked softly.

She gave him space so he could enter her hotel room, his eyes first catching her go bag already packed and ready to go. Knowing better than ask he opened the file he had in hand, placing all the pictures in her bed.

-What’re you doing? - she asked irritated, to what he answered by starting to read the first’s “victim” autopsy. - I don’t know what you’re thinking, but this won’t-

-Both legs broken, over 60 knife cuts all over the victim’s body. - she laughed sarcastically at the word victim, which Hotch responded by raising slightly his voice. - eyes scratch out, dog faeces in his stomach!

-They deserved it!- she cut him off, now more pissed that she has ever been.- broken legs so they couldn’t run, 60 cuts to make them feel how she felt has every piece of her body, soul and mental state were being cut off, eyes scratch out because the only thing she can see every time she closes her eyes she sees the eyes of that sick motherfucker, that made her look into is eyes while being stolen of everything she was and had! All these people in these pictures did the exact same thing to other women, girls that were stollen their innocence and happiness, and future, and they’d probably be doing that if they weren’t dead right now!

She couldn’t see how her words were cutting so deep into his chest and engraving in brain, he couldn’t let her pick that up.

-Agent, all that I’m saying is that we need you right now. - voice calming down each word. - we have a potential place to where she might be, and you are the best option for this girl to get out of there alive. She needs you. - He pleaded reaching for her hand with her badge and gun that were sitting in the desk before.

-On our way. - he said into is earpiece as she straps her badge and gun into the piece of cloth next to her waist and making her way out of the door.

The few moments of silence passed, the sirens being the only thing occupying their ears, a few stollen glances from Hotch as he finally spoke.

-I need you to be objective, we want to save the victim and take the girl out of there alive. – his eyes darting between the road and her, while she had her eyes glued to the window. - I need you to keep your emotions in this car as soon as we exit it.

-Don’t worry, boss. - her steady and unable to decipher. That scared the hell out of him.

Nothing could prepare her for the scene before her eyes, her whole body shaking, her brain going blank, with only the unsubs word running through it . Tears of madness, sadness, hopeless, despair running through are cheeks while she yelled.

-I am making the world a better place, to make women and little girls feel safe. - Voice breaking and getting raspy of tiredness. - your people don’t do anything for women, so I’ll fight for us, even if that’s the last thing that I’ll do.

She points the gun at a 20 something year old guy, that she had at her mercy, kneeling before her. The motion of guns rushing towards the helpless young woman- that had been stollen of herself just a few months ago, after being in recovery in a hospital for weeks on end-ready to eliminate her. The agent y\n’s mind shook awake, she called the girl making her look at her.

-I need you to listen to me, I’m not here to hurt you. - she said slowly putting her gun on the floor making her way to her.

-y/l/n, don’t do that. - Morgan said worry covering is voice.

-Agent! - Hotch called out in a warning tone.

-       Don’t come near me I’ll shoot! - she said rushing the gun towards the agent.

-       I know how you feel, I know how powerless you felt on that moment, I know how angry and hopeless you got when the verdict came out. - she kept walking towards the girl, not listening to the warnings of her teammates and boss. - I know that you are trying to make the world a better place, believe me I know everything you are feeling.

-       You don’t know! I can’t close my eyes without seeing is eyes and the joy he was having while tearing me apart, I lost my self on the darkness of his eyes, I never found my way back out! - tears running down her face like a waterfall. She drew the gun towards her own head, making the heart of the agent stop. - my life ended that day, I lost everything!

-       Please, listen to me! Don’t do that, let me help you guide you out of his dark place, let me help find your light. - the agent carefully reaching for the gun on the girl’s hand. - I’ll be there for you every step of the way. Let your story be told.

With that she went to the agents embrace, that disarmed the gun with one hand before fully embracing her, making her feel protected and understood, and that somehow everything would be ok. Hotch went to grab and help the victim that was on the floor full on crying, and passed him over to Morgan and Prentiss, making her way to the agent and the unsub.

-I’ll take her. - the agent said as she felt his presence approaching them, to which he just nodded even though she couldn’t see him. - I’m sorry, I’m going to have to do this.

The agent slowly let go of the girl and reach for the handcuffs. The girl offered no resistance, just looked her in the eyes and nodded. The agent handcuffed her, grabbed her arm gently and started making their way to the back of the cops back seat. Everything suddenly started moving in slow motion. FBI jackets marching from one side to another to gather every bit of evidence that they could find. A kick of the cold wind slapped both their faces as they stepped outside, the blazing colours of the sirens, from both police and ambulance, twirling almost as giving life to the nature around them.  The disgust hit them both as they saw the guy that should have been convicted being embraced by his family, knowing that he will soon be going to his normal life, and woefully to his disgusting habits. The agent felt disgust on herself as she closed the back door of the police car with the true victim inside, not before giving a gently pet in her arm reminding her once again that she’ll be there for her. The scene before her eyes broke her, slowly and painfully. The scene where the victim was in the back of a police car and the disgusting animal was being embrace by family and praised but the local police staff. Did she sign up for this?

-Do you think we lost her? - Ross asked quietly, loud enough for only Hotch to hear, looking to the scene in from of them, catching every bit of emotions on the agent’s face.

-I don’t know, Rossi. - He sighed; eyes glued on the same scene Rossi was glancing.

She felt sick to her stomach, she made her way to the back of one of the FBI’s SUV’s where she couldn’t be seen, not capable of holding herself anymore and she broke down. Arms reach her and force her into someone’s embrace, the perfume rushing to her nose as it hit someone’s neck, identifying that person as JJ. She let herself being held and vulnerable as she felt the warmth of her friend to calm her down. Derek, Emily, and Spencer covering every bit of the view that would allow other to see her in such vulnerable state.

Next day a breath was taken out of Hotch as he entered his office and saw a badge and gun on top of her resignation letter. He had told himself that he was prepared for any choice that she’d make, what he didn’t expect was that her choice would strike him like it did.

-       Sir? - Garcia said even before entering Hotch’s office.

-       Yes, Garcia. - eyes still glued on the papers in front of him.

-       I found her. - those 3 words made snap his eyes out of the files and straight into Garcia, knowing very well who she was taking about. - she will be in Texas, on that girl’s first hearing. She’s been visiting her and sir, she’s been paying for her lawyer.

-       Thank you, Garcia. - he looked around as he was looking for something, but I didn’t even know what.

-       Sir? - She said almost holding back her words.

-       Yes? - he looked back at her.

-       Bring her back home, to us. - eyes now shining as the tears formed in her eyes.

-       I’ll try my best. - he grabbed his suitcase and passed by her, making his way through the bull pen, not before looking at Rossi that immediately understood, almost as telepathically, where he was going, and that Rossi was now in charge of team until he got back.

-       She’ll be back. - Reid’s hopeful’s voice sounded through the bull pen, to which the rest of the team responded with hopeful smiles.

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As soon as the first hearing finished and the agent had a quick conversation with both the girl the lawyer all she wanted was to go back to her hotel room and do whatever possible to relax, the first hearing was a wreck, and her emotions were through the roof. That’s when she turned around and her eyes catch a familiar figure that sends a slight smile at her. She made her way to him, as soon as she got near him, they both started walking to outside of the courthouse not saying a word until they set foot outside.

-I thought I’d give you some time before reaching out . - Hotch’s voice finally was heard.

-Thank you. - she said gently catching Hotch by surprise as he didn’t remember her voice being so gentle like this, almost as breakable. - I’m not leaving this girl alone, fighting this. She’s got nobody else. - Eyes glued to the floor afraid to look at her former boss that probably had disappointment written on his face. - I don’t condone what she’s done, but I do understand where she was coming from, and I understand what she was going through in her head.

-I comprehend everything you’re doing and what you’re saying. - a sigh escaped his lips. - but this job is demanding and it’s not always fair, and I need you to understand that there’s times that we can’t let our human side show.

-What?- her face finally making her way up to his face, eyes locking with his, eyebrows raised as a sign of confusion and a slight angst.- I felt disgust on myself as I was closing the door on that, 19 year old girl, that had her whole life ahead of her, dreams to reach, and is now on her way to probably life in prison, all because our justice failed her, and the rapist was being embrace and praised by his hometown. How can you ask me not to be a human?

-I’m not asking for you not to feel or to not be human, but this job must be done with the least human emotions possible.

-I don’t think I can do that, Hotch. - she said looking at everything but him.

-Let me help you.- his voice catching her by surprise, coming out softly and gently, almost as caring.- we’d be losing a fundamental piece of our team, your skills, your intelligence, the way you have with people.- he stopped catching his breath, as if something had struck him, but he quickly got back to his train of thoughts.- your profiling skills.

-Y/N - It’s the first time he has ever said her first name and she did a damn good job just now covering the way the air sprinted out of her lungs.- We can’t save everyone, we can try as we always do, but it’s impossible. But we can’t stop fighting every time that happens because there’s always somebody needing us. Our team completes each other, we now are missing one the most fundamental pieces.

They stood there looking in each other’s eyes, as if the time had stop, not knowing what to say.  He could see all his words running laps around her mind, he could the see moment she made her choice.

-I do hope to see you back in the office in a couple of days. - eyes now looking away from her, putting his sunglasses on, even though the skies were grey. - besides, if I go back without you, I think Garcia won’t speak with me again and plan revenge.

Laugh escaping both your lips, him remembering what she said about taking you home. He looked at you his eyes softened, and he smiled before walking away.

-See you home, agent.

Hi guys this is my first fan fiction ever written, I do hope you like it!! If you have any constructive advices feel free to speak up, as I will be more than happy to hear them! 

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[dolonia-spencer]

Five Stages

Tagging @dashesofink cause look what I did

Summary: Going through the five stages of grief after Emily passes away

Pairings: Emily Prentiss x gn!reader

Word Count:

Warnings: grief, crying

A/N: I am painfully sad every time I watch S6E18 of Criminal Minds

Denial:

You stared at JJ as she walked into the room, eyes glazed over.

"She never made it off the table."

Penelope began to sob, David and Ashley letting out sighs as if they had been holding their breath the entire time.

You couldn't even cry. Spencer got up from his seat and hugged JJ. You just sat there.

The team slowly dispersed, leaving you alone with Hotch. He sat across from you and just waited. He recognized the specific grief you were going through. Losing the one you love is a special trauma. Hours passed when he finally coaxed you to stand, not even using words, just taking your hand in his and nodding to the door.

You couldn't move for days after, laying on Morgan's couch unable to eat or speak. You would just stare. It had been almost a week and you still hadn't cried. It wasn't real if you didn't react.

Anger:

You swung the mallet and let out a guttural scream, sobbing fiercely as you swung over and over again. The wall was a complete mess afterward. So were you.

Derek watched from the doorway, frowning. His friend was in pain and he had no idea how to make it easier for you.

You had smashed the pieces of the wall to bits. He had taken her from you. They didn't do enough to save her. If only you had been there sooner- It was everyone's fault. Including yours.

Bargaining:

You had never been religious but every night since Emily, you prayed to every god and goddess you could name to bring her back or take you instead. Your thoughts involved a lot of 'I promise I'll never ___ again!' and 'If I get her back, I'll do everything for her. Chores, work, everything.' Until one day someone suggested that you weren't meant to save her. It wasn't your fault, but it had happened because of fate. You cried to Dave about it that night.

"It's... Not my fault... Right?"

Depression:

The numbness of tears falling down your cheeks, hitting the page of the newspaper you're reading. You don't even feel them welling in your eyes, you don't feel them streaming down your cheeks, you don't notice them dropping off your jaw until they hit the paper and make a sound. You blink a few times and wipe your cheeks- Where did that come from? Emily. Her face flooded your mind and you began to sob just thinking about her.

Acceptance:

You were getting better. It had been 7 months and you were finally able to do things without thinking about her every second of every day. Your dreams of her coming home had slowed to about once every week or so. You talked to your mutual friends without tearing up at the mere mention of her name. You had finally begun to live somewhat normally again.

Your phone rang. It was a number you didn't recognize.

"Y/L/N."

"Good afternoon, sunshine."

Your heart shattered all over again. It was her voice on the line.

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[zizzlekwum]

Stranger In A Not-So-Strange Land masterlist

You are brought from your own life into the Criminal Minds/ Bones universe as a result of a top-secret government project. You begin working with the BAU and the Jeffersonian team because of your advanced knowledge of the future, having been a hardcore fan of both Criminal Minds and Bones in your own universe. This follows your adventures as you try and navigate being in a not-so-strange new universe. Will be a very slow burn Emily Prentiss x f!reader. Like, a simmering slow burn. You have been warned.

Any relevant additional trigger warnings will be added to the beginning of each chapter. Please use discretion when reading said chapters if you are going to potentially be triggered. If you don’t want to read a certain chapter for any reason, leave a comment and I will respond with a summary for said chapter as soon as I can, as I don’t want anyone to feel left out. If you think I missed/ left out any possible triggers, please also leave a comment so I can update the chapter with the appropriate warnings. Thanks!

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Hoping to update every Sunday night EST (although I'm notoriously horrible at sticking to self-imposed deadlines, so we'll see how it goes).

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

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Decoy [S. R.]

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

word count: 6.9k

summary: when you go after an unsub who catches students making out, the unit is called upon to resort to desperate measures. Or in other words, where you and Spencer become the decoy to catch a voyeur.

warnings: +16. Making out, mentions of alcohol, mentions of violence, insinuation of smut, sexual tension

Do yourself a favor and imagine Spencer in these clothes during the case

You sighed, completely frustrated, while you looked for the thousandth time at the blackboard with some information from the profile that you had made for the criminal in this case.

You believed that the unsub was a Caucasian man between 30 and 35 years old, whose motive was to spy on and photograph university students who were escaping in their cars to make out at night, then force them to have sex in front of him and finally kill them cold-blooded. You imagined that he was a person with a mediocre job, that he felt insufficient, and that his voyeuristic behavior probably came from sexual frustration, something that could be corroborated by the violence that he inflicted on the genital area of the students whom he stalked using a knife, his mark on all homicides. You also believed that perhaps the rejection or abandonment of his last partner (preceded by a bad streak from his youth) due to his impotence had been the triggering event for all his repressed impulses to come to light.

All the psychological analysis was fine, it wasn't something you hadn't seen before, but the hard part of all this? Because he only threatened and killed people, he didn't rape them, at first it was almost impossible to tell who it was. He already had 20 victims in total and you weren't even close to catching him. In the last scene he had made the mistake of leaving a fingerprint and Garcia had been able to trace his true identity: Oliver Davis, a guy who fits the description perfectly. Unfortunately, this turned out to be useless because beyond the accusations of being a pervert, the man didn’t have much information that would give a clue to his whereabouts, you had even called the job that he had registered and all you had obtained was that he had several months without working there, which coincided with the beginning of the murders. After that Rossi suggested that he probably lived in a trailer (old, due to his lack of employment) where he developed the photographs and kept his trophies. That only made more sense when you thought that it would make it easier to transport or escape in case things got messy.

But words on paper and intelligent conclusions were of absolutely no use to you. You needed a plan to catch him.

"Do you have something, Reid?" Hotch had asked. You had already interviewed some students, you had set up guard duty to look for any suspicious behavior and you had even shared the photograph of the suspect in the media, but nothing had worked; The only thing left was to carry out the geographical profile to know the area in which he was attacking and thus be able to search for possible targets.

“I triangulated the locations we have of his previous homicides and I'm guessing he hits in this specific area,” he muttered, pointing to a space on the map he had on his blackboard with his middle finger. “Considering it's an area frequented by the age group due to its proximity to the universities and that it has several parks that the students told us they use to drink or go out as a couple”

"So what?" Morgan said from his spot. "We just wait until he kills someone else and hopefully we're near the scene to hear the screams?"

“Maybe we can ask the cops to patrol the area for the unsub's car,” JJ suggested.

“He's smart, there's a trailer park right here. It wouldn't be strange to find one on the streets as well.” Reid was visibly frustrated like everyone else and he ran a hand through his hair with some despair.

Your options were running out and frankly you couldn't think of anything else.

“And if we give him a target?” Emily murmured. Noticing that none of you said anything, she went on to explain her plan, “We ask police officers to send any young people they see around to home so we force our unsub to get close to who we want”

"And what are we going to do? Hire a couple of college kids to stalk them?”

“We can use our own team”

"Not to offend you, Prentiss, but we are no longer in the prime of youth"

"We don't, but Y/L/N and Reid do" when you heard your last name you were surprised, but when you heard your friend's you practically froze. First you looked at her and then at the doctor, whose gaze reflected the same stupefaction as you "You two are young, you might look like students"

"Are you saying you want to send us straight into the hands of a sexual predator?" you couldn't be offended, after all, those risks were part of the job, but you did feel somewhat reluctant about the idea.

“Do you have a better suggestion?”

“It doesn't sound so bad” Rossi murmured “It's a smart move”

“Besides, we would be watching around and we would intervene before that madman got close to you. Once we catch him, the photographs and personal items that he probably has in his trailer will be enough evidence, in addition to the fingerprint from the last crime scene” to your surprise, Derek was also pretty convinced of the plan that Emily had just devised.

"Reid, Y/L/N, would you guys be up for it?" Hotch exclaimed with his usual serious tone, looking at you and then at your partner.

Thinking objectively, the suggestion was very good. But thinking about it personally, you felt worried about the danger you two would be running into… oh, God. It wasn't until then that you realized that the plan to catch the suspect involved the two of you making out like a couple of hormonal college kids. 

You knew that the options that remained wouldn’t be as opportune as that and taking into account the temporary nature with which Oliver operated, in addition to the fact that he was already deteriorating as a murderer, it was most likely that he was already looking for new victims, so if you did that same night the chances of success were quite high. You were between a rock and a hard place and all you could do was look at him while the gazes of the rest of the room were divided between the two of you.

“I… I'll only do it if you say yes” you exclaimed in his direction, with a cautious voice and a fearful look. You knew your friend and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable in any way, even though you knew that both you and he knew that your personal interests would take precedence against the possibility that another couple of victims would lose their lives if you refused. It was your job, you had to do it. 

"Are you sure you guys are going to catch him before something happens?" Spencer asked your boss. You thought that with his background the last thing he wanted was to end up kidnapped or seriously injured again, even though the truth was that he was caring just as much about himself as he was about you. He had seen the photographs and knew that women were the most affected by the murder weapon… he didn't even want to imagine something like this happening to you.

"Of course. You will have communication with us and if something goes wrong we will get you out of there immediately" Aaron answered and your friend sighed nervously and then looked for your approval. You nodded slightly and he delivered the verdict, to which everyone agreed.

He was still standing, but after that he slumped into the nearest chair as he listened to everyone brainstorming ideas for setting up the scene, distributing the crew, and what they would tell the local police to do to make the decoy effective.

At some point you lost the whole point of the conversation, to start thinking about what was implied by what you were about to do.

The feeling of attraction for your co-worker had been latent in you for a couple of years, but you had never confessed it to anyone to avoid creating tension in the team or suffering the humiliation of certain rejection. Also, you knew that a crush meant distractions from what was truly important and you had tried, in vain, to eliminate it completely. But even if it hadn't completely gone, you had known how to control it, only allowing yourself to look at him with loving eyes from time to time and avoiding being too confident with him during group drinking outings. You even limited physical contact, not because you didn't like it but because you knew your greed would demand more and more of you until it became inevitable to beg for his touch. But now all that good work holding you back was screwed because in a few hours you would have to be passionately making out with him.

Still with the internal crisis, you raised your head to look at him and realized that he too had been submerged in his own tide of thoughts, which you hoped would be more positive than yours. At some point Spencer felt you watching him and when his eyes met yours he gave you that tight-lipped smile that was strangely comforting, to which you responded with the same gesture. After that it didn't take long for everyone to leave the room to fulfill their respective tasks, but you stayed seated because you honestly didn't feel enough energy to move. Besides, you had nothing entrusted to you, you were the bait.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay with this?" Spencer asked you, once everyone else had left. He looked so tired of everything, but at the same time there was a kind tone in his voice about him that made you smile.

“It's just kissing, Spence. I think we'll be fine" you assured him, trying to swallow all your embarrassment and nerves "And you?"

"I agree. I just hope we get lucky today or we'll just have to keep trying” 

"Reid, I need you to tell the cops what area we'll be in," Hotch interrupted you from the door. "You still have time to regret it," he added, looking at the two of you.

You immediately denied and after that Spencer withdrew from there in the company of Aaron. When you were about to drop you exhaled, completely concerned about the last thing your partner had said.

We will just have to keep trying. You didn't know if the idea excited you, or terrified you.

As night fell, Spencer drove the old pickup truck the unit had managed to rent for the two of you to drive into the park, with you in the passenger seat and a six-pack of beer in the backseat.

Although you were sure that it would be cold, you had decided to wear shorts and a button-down shirt that you normally wore for work, but that you had adjusted to make it look more youthful. Spencer was wearing an outfit that Morgan had gotten for him from a department store, simple jeans with a rather baggy cotton shirt and some nice boots that you didn't know where he got from, since in Quantico you had never seen him wear anything like that.

Both of you had showered at the hotel (separately of course) and you had made sure to brush your teeth and put on a good amount of deodorant and perfume before getting in the car. You had paid special attention to your appearance, not because it was necessary, but because you wanted to look perfect for him. Even with all this, you were a nervous wreck next to him, not saying a word along the way and only soft music from the radio filling the air.

When you stopped, the two of you put your headphones on to the channel the team was supposed to be on, and Morgan answered in the affirmative.

"Remember, he doesn't have to see the communicator or your weapon," Rossi spoke, who was also in the van, along with Prentiss and Hotch. "García will be watching with the security cameras and he will warn us if the trailer is coming"

"And meanwhile what do we do?"

"Pretend to be a couple, sit on the tailgate and drink beer, laugh, I don't know"

“Did you ever run away like that in college?” you asked, directly at Reid.

“Do you remember that I was like 16 when I studied at the university, right? I wasn't even old enough to drive, much less a car" he muttered and you gave a short laugh "I guess you did"

“I was too busy being the best in the institution to even think about going out and making out with idiots,” you replied, proud of yourself for that. “I mean, it's not like you're an idiot, but they were. You're very smart," you rambled, still twiddling your fingers, "Hotch, you guys will tell us when we're going to start kissing, will you?"

“When the suspect approaches, yes”

"Okay, well... then we have to go out, huh?" you muttered to him as you reached for the beers and tried to open the door to get out. You turned, expecting to see Spencer do the same as you, but noticed that he had lingered in the car for a moment, checking himself in the mirror and applying his lips with chapstick.

My God, could that man make you more nervous?

When he finally caught up with you, you went to the back of the pickup, where you opened the tailgate to sit down with a little hop. Spencer was tall enough to keep up with you just by leaning over the edge, where you watched him cross his arms. You were silent for a few moments, listening to the sound of crickets and cars in the distance.

"Do you think it's a good idea to drink?"

"Only a little. I'm having a hard time thinking while sober, I don't want to ruin the little reasoning I have left” you exclaimed as a joke. Or maybe you weren't joking so much "Just empty a couple of cans and leave them on the floor so he'll think we're really drunk." Spencer was about to do what you said when you noticed an important detail and called him over to look at you "Come here, let me fix your hair."

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"You're very well combed, it's not the image we expect" you carefully took his hand until it was close enough to pass the other through all his golden locks, messing them up enough to give him that relaxed touch that he should have. He looked so handsome, but not in the style of a fancy FBI agent but just like a young intellectual who went to parties and smoked weed “Like this. Perfect"

“Do you think we have to think of some backstory?” he asked and you looked at him with a frown. “You know, something about us. What degree are we studying, what are our names…”

"This is not a play"

"It's rude to eavesdrop on conversations, Prentiss," you said visibly annoyed, although looking at your partner that expression softened "As you wish, Spencer. Although being honest, I would say that you study… literature”

"Really?" he exclaimed with slight enthusiasm. You knew that his mother had been a teacher in the subject and you wondered if he had ever considered it.

“Morgan wasn’t wrong to choose those clothes for you. It suits you” you complimented him and Morgan whistled from the other end of the line. You felt like you were having too much fun for the situation you were in, but you needed to talk about something else to put off the reminder of what you had come to do for as long as possible. “I think you would have that hopeless philosopher/romantic vibe who flirts by whispering memorized poetry in your ear.”

“I actually know some good ones”

"Sure you do" you smiled gently, suppressing the thought of him sighing close to your neck at Bécquer "I'd probably study science or something."

"The unattainable scientist with whom the captain of the soccer team has a secret crush, but she is completely unaware"

"Where did you get that? From a 90s movie?

Spencer's laugh was one of your favorite sounds and today that was precisely not helping your situation. You felt intoxicated by how handsome he looked, like you'd discovered a side to him that no one else had, and the thought of kissing him made you tremble a little with anticipation.

“Do you want to share a beer?” he murmured, carefully opening the can and offering it to you first. You knew your partner wasn't the most enthusiastic about doing anything that involved germs, so it made you feel good that he took the lead. You took a big gulp of the drink to gather something of value and when it was his turn to drink he kept looking at you intently, you would even say that he seemed entranced.

You had made sure you were in a strategic position, with enough light for the unsub to see you and quite lonely, except for the patrol cars and the van that had been positioned at a safe distance.

“How does voyeurism develop?” you asked quietly, with genuine interest, as you shifted a bit to get closer to him.

“Voyeurism usually begins in adolescence and since during that age it is usually seen with greater tolerance, there are people who continue with these behaviors until adulthood. When voyeurism is pathological, they spend considerable time looking for opportunities to watch, often at the expense of not fulfilling important responsibilities in their lives, and people reach orgasm by masturbating during or after watching. Although if you think about it a bit, everyone is a bit of a voyeur."

"Why you said so?"

“Many men and women enjoy viewing pornography, which can be classified as voyeuristic behavior. It's not a worrying thing, but it's interesting to think about it” he explained, with those expressions on his face that he had every time he shared knowledge with you. He liked that about you, that you were always willing to listen to his data and statistics even at the most inopportune moments.

"I'm still a little scared that Oliver is trying to do something to us."

“I have my gun. If he tries to do something to you, I'll use it" you knew that killing the unsub was always the last option Reid considered, so you widened your eyes a little to show your surprise "All lives are worth, but when that life has already taken so many and it puts you at risk, I would not doubt it. You have nothing to worry about” he assured you and your heart warmed a little at feeling so protected.

"Do you know if Oliver attacks at a specific time?"

"No, he doesn’t. Just as we can be here for ten minutes, we can also be here all night."

You exhaled loudly, before taking another gulp of beer.

“Drink some, boy. I feel kind of selfish around here."

"I am nervous"

"And why do you think I'm drinking?" you exclaimed wryly, still holding out the can to him, and when he finally agreed he drank a little more than you expected “Have you ever…” you started to say, but suddenly remembered that literally the whole team was listening to you. If the answer was embarrassing, you didn't want to hear Morgan and Emily taunting you all week, so you covered your microphone for a moment and spoke again, but so quietly that only he could hear you. "I suppose you kissed someone, did you?"

"Yes," he said quickly and you sighed with relief. It comforted you a little to know that it wasn't his first kiss, because you didn't want him to have such a bad memory “Do I look so inexperienced?"

"No, that's not what I meant" you smiled "You're handsome, I know you've probably kissed a couple of girls"

"You don't need to tell lies, you know I'll kiss you anyway"

"But it's not a lie. I really think you're handsome" you confessed, gathering all the courage in you, while you smiled at him in the most serene way possible "And if we weren't literally waiting for a murderer, you know I'd be happy to do this with you"

"Smooch me?"

"Having this bad date attempt, Reid," you hissed, flushing red, as you slammed your palm into his forehead with just a little bit of force. Spencer seemed quite pleased that he made you nervous, rather than the other way around, so he grinned, “Though I think we should have brought food. I'm starving,” you pouted, swinging your dangling legs back and forth.

"That's not a picnic, Y/N"

You hated for a second that everyone was so intent on the conversation. A part of you wanted a moment alone with the brunette, even if it was in the midst of such a strange situation.

You began to talk pleasantly about things completely unrelated to the case for a couple of minutes, staying where you were, until Hotch's interruption made you jump a bit in place.

"Garcia intercepted an approaching trailer, get ready” your heart immediately sped up and you noticed him tense beside you, too, probably with the same thought flooding his head.

"Okay, come closer," you exclaimed, trying not to panic, as you spread your legs a little to allow the man to step into the space between. He wasted no time and just as you wrapped your hands around his shoulders you heard the sound of another car pulling up.

"Is that our unsub?"

"It is"

You were about to turn your head to peek when Reid grabbed your cheek and stopped you.

"He's smart. If you look at him, he'll realize it” he reminded you with a serious voice. You were so worried about everything that you were forgetting about your training “Okay, so I… Is it okay if I put my hands here?” he asked with a different tone, nervously placing both hands on your waist. You had always admired the size and anatomy of those hands, but until now you had not had the pleasure of feeling them on your body in this way.

“Tonight everything you do is fine. I promise"

"It would be a good time to start, he'll see you" Emily reminded you and you could only sigh shakily.

You two were adults, why were you so scared about kissing?

"Close your eyes" Spencer whispered to you, masking his nerves better than you "I'll kiss you, just close them," he asked you and you did.

You felt his body lean against you a little until his chest almost touched yours and then his lips shakily pressed against yours. You would always remember your first kiss, which in essence was such a brief caress that you didn't even know if it could be counted as one, the one where he wordlessly asked your permission to explore your mouth. Still with your eyes closed, you pulled him by the neck towards you and started a new kiss, a little more confident and deep this time, allowing you to savor the beer mixed with strawberries and that strange flavor that each person has.

“We…” you started to say, once you separated “you have to do it slowly, what he wants is a show” you exclaimed. Spencer felt unable to say any words and your hands caressing him so deliciously wasn't helping at all “Slow,” you repeated.

You arched your back a little to get even closer and when you finally looked up you met his caramel eyes. You needed a moment to recover and you unconsciously licked your lips, as if you needed to pick up and savor his presence in your mouth again, something that didn’t go unnoticed by his attentive look at your movements. 

It didn't take long for you to give up, as beginning the third kiss you felt that you no longer had any control over your body, your heart, or your mind. And while it was true that neither of you were experts on the subject, you guys managed pretty well as the seconds ticked by. Spencer gasped as he simultaneously felt you pull the hair from his neck and caress his lips with the tip of your tongue, while you were taken by surprise when his hands left your waist and lowered to the height of your hip, where his thumbs gripped firmly on the clip of your shorts.

There was a kiss, then another and another; they became too many to count. You didn't want to touch him anywhere and at the same time you wanted to touch him completely, in the grip of the fantasy that this was real and not just a performance. And even if you were aware that it was all fake, that would probably only have encouraged you to enjoy something to the fullest that you knew would never come back. Amid everything you didn’t know which of the two situations would be worse.

The sound of your lips colliding became so obscene that you were embarrassed, but you had no plan to stop. Your hands slid gently down the length of his neck until you reached his chest and cupped the soft cotton of his garment in your fists to make sure he didn't move away from you. The heat of the moment just went up and up, but a voice on the intercom brought you back with a jolt.

“He started the trailer. He's going to go"

Spencer closed his eyes in frustration, and you sighed. From the position he was in it wasn’t possible to get around him without being seen, so keeping all his attention was on you and him.

Maybe you weren't doing it right? You wondered what the hell this man wanted to see if you were practically eating each other, but suddenly you remembered that his motivation was even more sexual than a couple of wet kisses. Maybe he was getting bored because he needed to see that you were about to… well, do it.

"Take off my shirt," you said immediately, still too close to his swollen lips and looking right into eyes that seemed to be pitch black.

"Take... what?"

"Take off my shirt" you repeated, with a tone that made the man shudder completely. With the hands that were still holding his shirt you pulled him to you and he held his breath “And kiss me better. Like you really want me"

But Spencer didn't need to pretend that he wanted you. 

He made you completely dizzy when he began to kiss you so hungrily and you managed to keep enough composure when you felt one of his warm hands travel under your blouse, limiting yourself to letting out sighs that were drowned against his lips. But what finally caused you to let out an indiscreet and unwelcome moan was when he pulled you by the hip until you were on the edge of the tailgate and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants pressing against you. Spencer had almost managed to suppress his, but in the end, you having your own situation down there didn't help one bit. 

His trembling fingers fussed with the buttons on your shirt until it ended up somewhere on the floor at incredible speed, leaving you half-naked before him and the collection of FBI agents standing around. You might have been embarrassed if your brain could connect two coherent thoughts, but you'd lost that from the moment Dr. Reid first dared to kiss you.

You carefully guided his hands to the beginning of the curve of your breasts and now you both sighed in unison, feeling goosebumps on every inch of your skin. You pushed yourself forward just for the satisfaction of hearing that guttural sound again and your prayers were immediately answered, for it was enough for him to feel the slightest friction and he would go crazy. It was inappropriate to need him like that, but you couldn't help it.

Holding your lower back, he leaned over you and at the same time pulled you towards him until your breasts collided with his chest. In that position, your neck was exposed and your partner’s hot lips didn't hesitate to go down there, while you sighed agitated just at the height of his ear. Spencer asked you, between each kiss, to look in the direction of the trailer to see if he was still there and as you could you answered yes, which was victory enough for both of you.

As he could, he maneuvered to lay you down carefully on the cold metal of the truck without stopping kissing your neck, and by inertia you wrapped both legs over his hip. When you were hidden by the panels of the pickup he finally looked at you.

"I hope it's enough to get his attention," he said, sounding as agitated as expected, and although the circumstances meant that you two would be taking a break you flatly refused, pulling him back to kiss him.

That kiss did take Spencer by surprise and it was perhaps the sincerest of the night. It wasn’t as passionate as the previous ones, but rather it was loaded with softness and you would even say that a hint of supplication. You were begging for him not to stop, for the night to get stuck in an infinite loop where the two of you could kiss for eternity. And suddenly you felt how he, who had been so tense the whole time, completely relaxed against you, as if he understood exactly what you wanted to say. His hands came to rest on the sides of your head to be able to kiss you more comfortably and you dared to take him by the waist with the same care that you were kissing him, feeling even above the cloth the softness of his skin. 

And then he broke up with you. You feared you had done something wrong due to the suddenness of the movement and your frightened eyes searched his gaze for a sign of the reason, without finding anything. He just looked at you with something you couldn't describe, but that made you feel butterflies fluttering all over your stomach... and he stayed like that for a few seconds: just looking at you, as if he wanted to memorize all your features.

You opened your mouth to say something, but your words were drowned in a new kiss, totally different from the previous ones. Spencer was taking time with him, trapping your lower lip between his and sucking on it gently, pressing himself a little more against your body, sighing heavily into your mouth.

Your hand was already running up his side to make its way to his cheek just as screams filled the silence and you hugged him reflexively. The screams had come from Morgan, who had already moved across the park to take down the unsub and was now wrestling with him to get the knife out of his hand. Spencer hesitated for a moment if he should come over to help, but he preferred to hold you better against his body to protect you and wait for Emily to place the handcuffs on the man under her partner's knee.

From a distance you saw that he only brought with him, in addition to the knife, his camera, and a small backpack with some other murderous instruments that they managed to confiscate without any problem.

"All clear, we've got him," Hotch spoke over the radio. As you exhaled in relief too many emotions washed over you, combined with the adrenaline coursing through your body and the arousal still flowing into your crotch.

"Are you okay?" Reid's gentle voice called to you, as he pulled away to check with his eyes that everything was in order. His hair was messy and his lips were so swollen that it was almost painful to look at the image without launching yourself to kiss him again "My God, your shirt..." he said, completely embarrassed, as he bent down to pick up the garment. You looked him up and down and blushed when you noticed how tight his pants were, feeling your stomach turn a little. When he got up, he took the opportunity to look at your chest covered only by the black lace bra and a big gulp of saliva went down his throat.

You thanked him quietly and put your shirt back on, feeling the sneaky glances Spencer was giving you, just before Hotch walked up to you.

"How are you?"

"Very good, excellent" you stammered.

You could perfectly feel your swollen lips, the light sheen of sweat on your face, the heat flowing from all the places Reid's fingers had been, and the abundant moisture between your crossed legs.

After Hotch congratulated you on your performance, the two of you walked as best you could toward the rest of the agents, who were already placing Oliver on patrol. Another group was analyzing the trailer and they managed to pull out enough evidence about the murders that would be very useful in prosecuting the man.

"All good?" Emily asked in your direction, once things had settled down and the rest of the team had gathered in a circle by the van. You and Spencer just nodded at the question.

“I honestly think I'm going to need therapy after what I heard,” Dave murmured, so serious that you couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Don't you even dare make fun of this"

“No, we won't. I'm just saying you guys seemed to be enjoying it there."

"That's supposed to be the plan, right?" Spencer said nervously, finally daring to look at you and looking away almost immediately as he smoothed his hair back.

Once your boss said you could retire you escaped in a patrol car as fast as you could, wanting to get home so you could take a cold shower and soothe what wasn’t satisfied by the man. You could hardly sleep that night, still haunted by the ghost of the kisses you received from your gorgeous coworker, and the next morning you hoped that double coffee would do the trick. But apparently you weren't the only one who thought so, because at the same time that you arrived Spencer Reid crossed your path.

"Hey," he said, in that high-pitched voice that came out when someone caught him off guard, "How are you?" 

"Fine, and you?"

"Fine too"

You knew that the two of you wanted to talk about what happened, but it only took one of you to have the courage to speak first. At the same time your phones rang indicating a message and you mistakenly assumed that it was JJ contacting you to announce a case. What was your surprise when you opened the file and found a collection of photos from the night before. You knew from Spencer's face that he had received the same thing.

"Garcia did you… did she send you the same evidence?"

"That's right," he said nervously. You had to admit that if Oliver had one quality it was that of a photographer: you were sensual and perfectly captured the desire that had existed between you. Well, the one you had pretended to feel… right?

Spencer held his breath as he came to a picture of you topless in which his hand was practically on your breast, immediately remembering how that had felt. He just hoped his memories didn't affect him too much or it would be embarrassing enough to walk into the boardroom with a boner.

"They're good," you said to the air and he suppressed a laugh "But I can delete them if that makes you feel uncomfortable"

“No, no, I… I think I want to keep them too. After all, the bureau will have them in the files as evidence of the case, I prefer to have access too”

"I just hope she doesn't send them to anyone else, I wouldn't want to see my bra photos going around."

“I'll tell Garcia, don't worry,” Spencer murmured, rushing to type something on his phone.

While you waited for him to type you took another look, feeling your whole body heating up again at the memories. A part of you was grateful to have such material in your custody.

"I never thought of being the protagonist of an erotic photo session and here we are," you said ironically.

“Speaking of which…” Spencer started to say, “Not the erotic sessions by any means, don't think I'm planning on inviting you to one or that, because it would be super weird and inappropriate, but I was thinking if… huh…”

“Sell them online? I thought so too, but it depends on how much profit there is. Garcia can help us find the highest bidder and not get charged for tampering with evidence."

"What? No!" he said, completely shocked, and you laughed because you got the reaction you expected with your joke "Why would we do that?"

“Just kidding, Reid. Those photos are something I prefer to keep to myself" you clarified and your smile made him feel shy "Seriously, sorry for interrupting you. What did you want to tell me?"

"What…? huh, yes, right. It's just that this morning I was thinking about what you said yesterday, about how under normal circumstances you would have liked to have a bad date with me, right? and it just kept spinning in my head, so I was asking if you wanted to go for a drink sometime. Not like a date, of course, I'm not saying it is if you don't want to. I can just be like… well, go get a drink. As friends"

Yesterday Spencer had practically eaten your mouth and now he was nervous about asking you out. So adorable.

“You're not doing this just as compensation, are you? because you know that it is not necessary…”

“I do it because I want to. And I want to believe that… that I didn't misunderstand what happened yesterday."

You no longer even cared that it was unethical to date team members, or that if things went wrong, you would probably go into the worst of depressions. What mattered to you was that Spencer was interested in you, even if he had implied it, and that he was asking you out alone with him. Just the two of you, with fun and alcohol involved, without gossipy colleagues or mortal danger.

"Then I'd love to, Reid."

“Wow, excellent then” he smiled, feeling lucky that you agreed “I know a great bar near here, the atmosphere is generally calm, I like it because they don't play loud music. What day is right for you?"

“I'm available any day you want” you responded genuinely, grinning from ear to ear just being around him. That was the effect Reid had on you.

It was stupid to try to deny that you were still attracted to him, especially since now you had a taste of what he could do with you. You wanted to kiss him again, of course, but you were also anxious to earn that completely adoring look you'd received the night before.

“Today?”

"Yeah, why wait?" you responded, more excited than you wanted.

“Hey, I didn't ask you, but I wanted to know if I didn't go overboard with you last night. I mean… did something bother you?”

It was a smart move, you could see it clearly. It was obvious that Spencer cared about you, but you also picked up on his intentions to find out if you were interested in him too. Well, that's how it was from your perspective, because that probably would have been your motivation being in his place.

Even if it wasn't the case, you weren't going to miss the opportunity to take a little advantage of the situation.

"The kisses on the neck were something he definitely didn't expect, but they weren't unpleasant at all," you assured him, feeling your cheeks heat up again. "Did it feel good to you?"

"It did"

"So everything's perfect," you murmured, shrugging off the matter. But you both knew you couldn't see each other in the office and acted as if nothing had happened.

Something had happened. Those kisses had only fueled the tension that had always existed between you but that you wanted to ignore.

"Do you want to go after work, then?"

“Sounds good to me”

Spencer gave you one last smile and then went to prepare his usual cup of sugar with a dash of coffee. All day you were thinking about him and more than once he caught you looking at him, but you didn't even care.

So, at nightfall, with a few drinks on you and more courage in your body, you finally confessed that kissing was something you had wanted to do for a long time. You almost didn't believe it at first, coming from him, but when you finally accepted it, it wasn't hard at all to rush at him and kiss him feverishly. And this time there did not impede for you to give free rein to your desires, which led you to the soft mattress in your friend's house and kept you awake until a few hours before dawn.

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