dating emily prentiss - headcons

pairing: ssa emily prentiss x pediatrician!femreader

warnings: fluff content, sugestive smut, cm horrors (children abuse), emily being a softie

no descriptions of hair, skin color, body shape

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emily is your sugar mummy

erm mainly spice ?

more of a plot filler.

part 2

Originally posted by ghostlypawn

i heard the ping on my phone and quickly glanced at it, seeing emily’s message pop up. i excused myself from the table, sliding away from my parents nosy glares and headed to the bathroom.

e - you have half an hour to be at my apartment or they’ll be consequences.

i gulped. i was busy, there was no way i was getting there in half an hour. not a chance. and consequences? what consequences?

y/n - i’m busy. can it be 2 hours?

her reply came through almost instantly and i didn’t really want to look.

e - 2? are you having a laugh? i said half an hour. be there in 30 minutes.

y/n - emmmm, i’m at dinner with my parents.

e - and?

y/n - and i can’t just leave !

e - you have half an hour little lady.

she went offline then and my heart sped up even higher. even if i left now i won’t be there in half an hour, not with the dinner time traffic. i walked out of the bathroom and slid back into the seat beside my mother.

“you look awfully pale,” she said in her typical British accent.

“oh, erm,” i muttered, lowering my head. “i don’t feel too good.”

“would you like to skip dinner today darling? maybe rearrange for tomorrow or when you feel better?” my father asked. i looked up at him and nodded meekly.

“what? no! we leave in a few days and she can’t get over her silly sickness for some food?” my mother asked my father, whispering in her stupid angry whisper.

“she needs to enjoy herself. she can’t enjoy herself is she’s feeling poorly, would you like her to make a mess in public?”

“any daughter of mine can control themselves!” my mother said, voice raised. i rolled my eyes, set down my napkin and got up. i wasn’t going to let her talk about me like that - sick or not.

“where do you think you’re going?” she asked, slamming down her own knife and fork.

“to control myself,” i smiled. “good day, mother.” i nodded my head at her and walked out of the restaurant, quickly hailing a taxi.

it got to 30 minutes and i wasn’t there. we were still round the corner and i felt my heart hammer in my chest. consequences. i paid the taxi man and climbed out of the car, knowing it would be quicker to walk than sit in the traffic.

i slid into the elevator and pressed the top button. of course emily has the pent house. well, one of them.

i knocked on her door, awaiting her answer and tapped my foot anxiously. god, what was she going to do with me. i could hear her behind the door and i gulped as she approached it. i heard the lock click and then the door opened, just a crack.

her brown eyes peered round the door and her greying hair dropped down -

“can i help you?” she asked.

“i’m sorry i’m late,” i muttered. she sighed and opened the door more. she stayed rooted to the spot though, not allowing me to enter. she checked her watch, sitting humbly on her wrist.

“i said 30 minutes not 34 minutes.”

“i know! i tried to get here as quick as possible!” i whined. she sighed and moved to the side, letting me in.

i slid under her arm and waited in her hallway. it had been a week since we had had sex and to be honest, i was expecting her to pin me against the wall but she didn’t. instead, she put her hand on the bottom of my back and walked me through her apartment to the living area.

“sit down,” she ordered. i sat with no hesitation, confused on what was happening. “would you like a drink, some biscuits?” she asked me and i grew more confused. i shook my head and she sighed.

“you know i expect verbal answers, y/n.” i gulped again and gave her a polite ‘no thankyou’ to which she nodded.

she sat opposite me, leaning back in her chair and crossed her ankle over her knee. i, sitting on the edge of the seat, was full of anxiety.

“i have a proposal.” she said quietly.

“what’s that?”

“i have this work thing,” she whispered, moving her hands all over the place. “next week.”

“okay?”

“i need you to be my plus 1,” she said, looking at me through her eyelashes.

“really?” at the start, we agreed we’d keep everything private. no one was to know who i was, no one was to know who she was. as the unit chief for the bau, i understood that - she had high stakes in her job and she needed to be respected but now this?

“thursday. everyone is taking their partners. Luke and JJ suggested i bring, you,” she said.

“they know about me?”

“they know i have a close friend,” she said gently, sitting up. “y/n, it’ll be a busy night. i’m hoping people will be too busy to question our relationship. all you need to do is look pretty and hang off my arm,” she smiled, leaning forward in her seat.

i gave her a side eye, thinking it over. my feelings for emily prentiss had never gone away and now i had to pretend to be in a relationship with her? god.

“400 if you agree,” she muttered, pulling out the money from her pocket. my eyes bulged. 400?!

“emily, that’s a lot,” i whispered, backing off slightly.

“and im asking a lot from you sweetheart,” she said gently.

“i don’t need 400,” i told her, shaking my head.

“that doesn’t mean i won’t give it to you. you’re my baby, i’ll pay you as i like it.

do you agree to join me?” she asked, rising to her feet. i gulped and nodded. she took my hand and smiled, brining me to my feet.

“good, 530 on thursday - be here ready to get ready,” she whispered, planting a kiss onto my forehead.

she dropped my hand and went to walk to the front door.

“you text me when i’m in the middle of dinner with my parents, making me come and you won’t let me stay?”

she tutted, turning on her feet. “you still underestimate me, darling.” she pulled out the drawer by her front door and pulled out a red key. i gulped.

slowly, she walked down the hallway but i didn’t dare follow her. i heard the key in the lock, turn twice and the door click open. the light buzzed as it fired up and goosebumps rose on my skin.

“take them clothes off little girl,” she said, down the hallway. i instantly began stripping off, my shoes, my socks, everything.

when she came round the corner, she had the pink rope in her hands, a devilish smirk on her face.

“why am i punishing you?” she whispered slowly as she reached me. she dragged her nails down the front of my stomach as the rope tickled my sides.

“i was late,” i replied.

“i don’t like people being late,” she told me again. she quickly grabbed both my hands and pinned them behind my back. i felt the rope tie around them and she worked her magic, working it up my arms and over my shoulders. the next thing i knew, my arms were supported behind my back and rope dug into my curves. emily stood back, examining her work before leading me through the house.

i stood in the doorway of the locked room, taking it in. for once, i couldn’t wait to be punished.

emily is your sugar mummy

no smut , pure fluff

idk how many words

part 1

Originally posted by criminalmindsflower

sitting in emily’s apartment, you heard the familiar ping on your phone. quickly pausing the tv, you reached over and saw the face of your beautiful sugar mummy. no feelings attached … at least that’s what you agreed on.

you slid right and answered the phone, placing it against your ear whilst you absentmindedly stroked sergio.

“hey pretty girl,” she whispered down the phone.

you giggled, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the nickname. “hi.”

“are you at my house?”

“mhm, been here alllll day waiting for you.”

“that’s a good girl, is sergio being good?”

“yeah, stealing my food though,” you chuckled.

“ah man, i’ll tell him off when i’m home. i just got in the car so i’m only a few minutes away. what would you like for dinner?”

“hmm,” you wiggled your feet, thinking, “Indian?”

“indian it is, i’ll be home soon. make sure you’re dressed appropriately,” she smirked down the phone before hanging up. you giggled and got off the couch, running to your suitcase.

you grabbed your silk nightgown, white and delicate. emily bought this for you when you first made things official and she loved you wearing it. you threw away your clothes, quickly getting undressed as you knew she’d be home any minute. you slid the nightgown over your head and watched as it fell just below your bum. the lacey ends tickled your thighs and you couldn’t help but smile. you slid your matching white underwear up too, making sure they fit snug so emily had a good view when you turned around.

“babyyy,” emily said, as the front door opened. you giggled and skipped into view, right in the entryway. “there’s my girl!” she cheered, dropping her bag on the floor. you smiled and ran into her arms, she held you on her waist with ease and kissed your chest and then lips.

“i missed you,” you whispered softly, not really wanting to admit it. you knew you’d promised her no feelings attached, it was a regular thing with these types of relationships but emily was different to the rest.

the way she held you was so precious, she treated you like antique china, never handling you too hard. she kissed you with ease and grace and tucked your hair behind your ear. she used your favourite pet names and made an effort to make you smile. she cared. so much.

and you couldn’t help but feel attached to her. not only did she care about you but she was absolutely beautiful in every way. the way her hair always smelt of coconut and vanilla, the way her hands and lips were as soft as a cloud. the way she could pull of every outfit so effortlessly, even no clothes so effortlessly. she was a stunner and honestly, you’d never seen a more beautiful woman.

“come on, clingy bear,” emily giggled, rubbing your back. you realised you’d been holding on a little too long and gently jumped down, lowering your head- embarrassed at the thoughts you were thinking. she’d never like you like that, you were only there to please her when she wanted you. she could just drop you any moment and tears filled your eyes at the thought.

“i’d love a coffee, baby,” she said, hanging up her coat. you nodded, blinked back your tears and skipped into the kitchen. you didn’t want to think about all them silly feelings now.

just as the machine began whirring, you heard emily clearing her throat behind you. you turned on the balls of your feet - she was holding your clothes above your suitcase which had been left all over the floor in a mess. you blushed madly.

“what’ve i told you about keeping my place clean and tidy?” she said, authoritatively.

“i- i was going to tidy it but you- you got home just before i was - and i - i didn’t have time,” you muttered, keeping your eyes low. you heard your clothes drop to the floor and her heels clicking over the tiled floor as she walked towards you.

she stopped, toe to toe and you whimpered. her delicate hands came up and rested two fingers below your chin, forcing your gaze to hers. she was taller than you, quite considerably but she liked that. before she could say anything, you squinted your eyes shut. you hated eye contact yet emily persisted on it.

“now now, open them baby blues for me,” she whispered, understanding your fear of it. you shook your head, letting your eyes fill with tears again - god why were you so emotional today?

“come on pretty lady,” she whispered, planting a gentle kiss between your eyes. slowly, you released them. a few tears slid down the sides of your cheeks, escaping. you made eye contact with her chocolate brown eyes and you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. she pouted. she cupped your cheek and frowned more, inspecting your gaze and watery eyes. you couldn’t maintain the eye contact so let your eyes drop to the floor.

she cleared her throat and you thought you were about to be kicked out. you were ready to leave, ready to walk out and not come back. your previous mommy’s and daddy’s had hated when you got so emotional. especially crying from a simple reminder of the rules. this wasn’t like you.

however, emily didn’t want you to leave. she grabbed your waist and hoisted you onto the kitchen counter with ease. you let out a little noise of surprise, and your hands flew to her shoulders to steady yourself. she opened your legs and slid between them so you instinctively wrapped them around her, crossing your ankles.

“y/n,” she whispered gently, looking up at you.

“hm?” you replied, not knowing what was coming.

“why are you sad?” she pouted it, and it made your heart explode. you couldn’t help but smile as you tangled your fingers in her raven hair.

“i’m not sad,” you choked out.

“i’m a profiler baby, you seem to forget every time you try and lie to me,” she sniggered. you blushed and lowered your eyes.

“what’s going on little lady?” you whimpered at the pet name, one of your favourites again.

you shrugged, not feeling like telling her.

“you can talk to me, you know,” emily put some hair behind your ear and you sighed, letting your shoulder drop and few tears fall from your eyes. “i’m not just here to pay you. this is a two way thing, we agreed that at the start.” she reminded you.

“i - it’s just a hard day,” you replied, wanting to get it over with.

“that’s okay darling, we all have hard days,” she replied. “anything in particular or just all the thoughts?”

“all the thoughts.”

“that’s okay too,” her voice was so understanding, so gentle and caring. she wasn’t making you look in her eyes, she wasn’t forcing the physical contact. she was loving you. she loved you.

“how about we have dinner with a movie and then have a bath?” she suggested after a few minutes. you’d never had a bath together before, a shower ? yeah but not a bath, that was so much more intimate.

“a bath?” you asked, straightening up.

“yeah, with bubbles and a bath bomb too. i’ll look after you tonight,” she said gently, leaning in and planting a soft kiss to your lips. you couldn’t help but feel a whole new set of emotions. man this was hard. yet you loved it.

“that’s nice,” you whispered, foreheads touching. she nodded, agreeing.

you stayed silent for a few minutes, sharing chaste kisses and small smiles, letting the love radiate through you both.

then the knock on the door broke you apart. she let her smile fall, squeezed your thighs gently before heading towards the door to get food.

hopefully tonight, you might bring up the guts to tell her what’s really wrong.

Emily Prentiss x Girlfriend Headcanon

Summary: This is some things I imagine would happen being Emily’s girlfriend. The last five are all 18+ Minors DNI. 

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x afab!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol, fluff, sex 18+ MDNI uhm that’s it???

Word count:604(I had to stop myself because I could’ve gone on forever)

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Originally posted by resslersprentiss

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Dar+ling (Emily Prentiss x f!reader)

Originally posted by reiding-criminals

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: Nothing but an alarming amount of cuteness 🤭

Prompt: Person A finally confesses their feelings for B, who has wanted to do just the same for weeks

Summary: Emily finally gets the courage to confess their feelings to the reader, who has just wanted to do it too for a while.

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Doing this cute fic for @foxy-eva 's writing challenge 🥳🥳 congratulations for the 2k followers, I wish you lots of success for the future!!! (Btw this hasn't been beta'd lmao I literally wrote all of this on the Tumblr editor.......... 🫣)

It had always been absolutely no secret to everyone that Emily and I have always been quite close for the past few years, always hanging out after work, chatting for hours and hours in the break room, sitting a bit too long on each other's desks, and the list goes on and on.

We've never gone much farther than that. Not because we didn't want to, just because we didn't really talk about everything, the feelings matter, if we like each other as friends or not... It just never came up. I guess we didn't really think about it.

I've never dared to cross the line, I don't want things to end up awkward because I like her and she doesn't. But, what if she likes me too? For all I know, she could do, I don't see why not.

But, I've never asked her.

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