Mixture of Jemily, EmilyxReader, child, unsub and such.
Some of these were written as far back as 2017, please be kind LMAO. I'm working on going through them and workshopping, improving.
New fics and improved ones are in the beginning chapters
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Your little slip of the tongue makes her mind start spinning. Something she's already wanted but now, you've asked for it.
tags: smut, ball gag use, dom/sub, dom emily prentiss MNDI
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The case files were stacked three deep on the conference table, and you'd been at this for hours. Emily was theorizing about the unsub's pattern—something about lunar cycles and victim selection that was making your head spin.
"So you're saying he picks victims based on the moon?" you asked, leaning back in your chair.
"I'm saying there's a correlation we should consider—"
"Oh gag me," you said, the words coming out more playful than dismissive as you rubbed your temples. "That's the most Reid thing you've ever said."
The room went quiet. You looked up to find Emily staring at you, something shifting in her expression: a flicker of heat quickly masked by professionalism.
Alvez smirked from across the table.
"I mean—the theory. The theory is very Reid-like," you backpedaled, feeling your face flush.
Emily's lips curved slightly. "Noted." But her eyes held yours a beat too long before she turned back to the files.
Emily's eyes had an extra sparkle in them when she sat down for dinner, tossing her hair over her shoulder, hand delicately wrapped around her wine glass. You raised a brow but said nothing as you slid her plate in front of her.
Settling across from her, she thanked you for cooking and eyed you as you sat. Oh, so she's planning something. You knew Emily enough to know when she was up to something, when her wheels were turning.
She casually asked about your day as she reached for your hand, fingers gently intertwining with yours. She listened intently, nodding, responding with the same depth, as if she wasn't obviously distracted by an image in her own mind.
As she took the plates to the sink you followed, leaning against the counter and watching her, eyes tight with observation. "You're up to something." She chuckled and washed the dishes silently.
It wasn't until she closed the dishwasher that she answered, "I'm just thinking about something."
You chuckled softly, "Yeah I can tell, what's going on up there?"
She laid the towel on the counter and looked at you. "I wanna try something with you."
"And what might that be?"
Emily introducing something new in the bedroom wasn't a new concept, she wasn't ever shy about it. Casually mentioned during breakfast, while you brushed your teeth, even once in the produce section. So her quietness made you intrigued.
She looked at the floor. "Em I'm not gonna run away because you suggest something, you know this."
Her eyes found yours. "I've been thinking about it since your little incident earlier." She stepped closer. "When you told me to gag you in front of the entire team."
