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22 •lesbian•older woman simp• •MINORS DNI•

[mrs-prentiss]

* MasterList *

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📚Abbott Elementary📚

• Ava Coleman

• Melissa Schemmenti

💪🏽Criminal Minds💪🏽

• Emily Prentiss

👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏽Scandal👩🏽‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏻

• Mellie Grant

[mrs-prentiss]

I got $50 to whoever makes me a discord server with all of the bots and reaction roles for colors, ages, etc, gives me all the perms then leaves 🥰 cause I don’t know how to do that

[poetforher]

dream blunt rotation (i'm the blunt)

[that1nerd-20]

When a fanfic writer puts a nickname you think Is icky in their smut fic

[that1geek06]

"English isn't my-"

Hush now my friend, and let me read the absolute beauty of a fic that you have bestowed this world and humiliated the first English speakers with

[thelhc]

nobody has been there for me like the ‘x reader’ tag has been there for me

[asolitaryrose3]

Made another one of these...

[freyanistics]

Me running to tumblr to read some sinners fics/smut

Sees mentions of incest, Sammie x Remmick, slave dynamic between reader and Remmick

[mrs-prentiss]

never been so fucking appalled before

[mrs-prentiss]

Anyone else’s URLs not working ?

[mrs-prentiss]

Emily Prentiss x OC (Valerie Karter) Story

Emilys Secret Life

Part One Here : Emily Prentiss x Valerie Karter

Part Two : Emily Prentiss x Valerie Karter

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**BTW> I did not proof read this I’m to lazy**

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“Valerie and I met when I was running interpol. We started dating right before I left, she was still in London at the time. She was working undercover, and then when we got married she was still undercover so I couldn’t tell anyone. Even if I did she’s an asshole who held a gun to my head to keep it a secret” Emily started to say but Valerie cut her off

“It’s a metaphorical gun, I’m not that kinky” Valerie commented quickly to hopefully defend herself and ease some of the tension with Emily and Penelope “Yes you are?!”

Emily remarked in shock as she looked at her wife in utter disbelief she’d claim to not be that kinky. Realistically Valerie was not into Gun Kinks, other kinks sure, but we’ll share those later ;)

“No I’m- shut up…anyways Penelope. She really wanted to tell you, all of you but she couldn’t. It would have jeopardized her safety and my own. By the time I came out of my undercover work, we got so comfortable in the bubble of us..we just didn’t want to risk telling anyone” Valerie finished Emily’s explanation since she cut her off.

Penelope sat there in silence and looked at them with a squint in her eyes and a furrow to her eyebrows. She stayed quiet for what felt like hours and was only merely a few minutes “So…you’re trusting me to keep this secret? I’m not mad anymore..I just wish i could have been there to meet her from the beginning. I mean she’s so hot! look at her! look at her come here! come here right now”

Valerie froze slightly and walked over to Penelope who took her hand and made her spin in a circle “Look! You- Ohhh I can’t believe this whole time you’ve known me you dated men and then just decided to swing the hottest woman in London?!”

Emily’s eyes followed her wife and slowly dragged up and down her body with a sultry smile on her face, she leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms with a knowing look “trust me..I know” she simply said.

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The conversation with Penelope ended on a rather positive note, she agreed to keep the secret as long as she got to come over to the couples house and look at their wedding photos. Emily was hesitant but Valerie loved the idea and even invited Penelope over for dinner. In the meantime however Valereie and Emily were having a meeting over ‘business appropriate stuff’ The important stuff in question was not exactly work appropriate.

A few papers were slid across the desk and thrown onto the floor, Emily blindly moved her computer and files aside as her lips were hungrily attached to Valeries. Valerie's hands were grasping at Emily's face as the older woman’s hand dug into her wife’s hip. They broke apart for two seconds for Emily to lift her onto the desk, Emily took a second to stare at her wife who had a seductive and blissed out grin.

“Sex in the boss's office on the first day? I can check this off my bucket list” Valerie said slowly as she stuck her foot out and wrapped it around Emily's hips tugging her closer. She grabbed her by the collar and pulled her in, pressing her lips roughly against hers “This reminds me of the filthy message you sent me…hm? Do you recall”

Emily closed her eyes and played dumb as she snuck her hands under her wife’s shirt gently scratching at the skin “I’m an angel sweetheart, I’ve never said anything nasty to you” her lips moved against hers as she spoke before she pulled away momentarily “Really.” Valerie sat up straight on the desk with one leg still loosely hooked around Emilys hips. “You said and I quote, I can’t wait for you to get to quantico so i can fuck you on all surfaces in my office. Which isn’t very angelic of you” she teased

Emily grimaced at her own words and gently pushed Valerie back against the desk, she leaned over her and undid her button up shirt and kissed the exposed skin with a kiss between every few words “if *kiss* I recall *kiss* correctly you *kiss* asked me *kiss* to *kiss* fuck you as if you where my slutty little agent” Emily nipped at the skin above her collar bone and smirk as she looked at her wife’s face which leaned back against the desk. Valerie was breathing softly with little whimpers of pleasure at her wife’s touch and words “Is that what you are pretty girl, are you my slutty agent” Emily leaned down with one hand grasping at her wife’s breast through her black laced bra and the other digging into her side as her mouth attacked her chest and neck in warm kisses

The rest of the team was on lunch or on a brief break outside getting some air, and Penelope was gathering intel on their newest unknown unsub and confusing case “you asked me to come tell you guys if there was a case. There is! So whenever you’re done doing…nasty nasty stuff. Horn dogs, honestly I’m never sitting at your desk again”

Valerie leaned her head a back against the desk looking at Penelope through her lashed when she laughed loudly and sat up with the help of Emily who started to button up her shirt ‘I’m sorry P, close the door we’ll talk about the case” she said smiling as she stood up off the desk and tucked her shirt into her pants and leaned a against the side of her desk on her hip. Emily flushed slightly a little embarrassed that her friend walked in on her, she sat down in her chair and nodded as Penelope sat a little distance away from the desk but close enough she could reach it

“Okay you freak a leaks. The unsub hasn’t killed anybody, they’ve only sent me photos of Valerie and you to my email. They’ve also got photos of everyone on the team leaving their houses, coming into work and going home from work” Penelope starting to talk as she placed photos onto the desk of everyone on the team in different locations over various time periods “Whoever it is has taken a strange liking to Valerie because they have photos of her dating back to London” she said sitting the pictures down “All of his photos of Valerie are blown up, there’s tons. Some are close ups, some are far away, this one is her at the gym, her in the hotel, this is her on the plane here and her walking into Quantico this morning”

Emily couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t worried for her wife’s safety but she also couldn’t lie and say she wouldn’t set the world on fire for her either “Who ever it is wants us to know that they’re looking at us” Valerie remarked as she looked through the pictures “We can’t assume that it’s just one person that’s taking these photos. If they’ve got photos of me in London and you guys in America at the same time then they have to be working with someone else.”she said with a brief shrug.

Valerie turned slightly and held the photo of her up in the light and squinted “There’s a drawing? or some type of printing under the photo. Let me see some more” she said, taking the photos from Emily as she handed them to her. She handed the picture to Emily and Penelope who held them up to the light and looked closer “Is that?” Penelope said slowly in shock

“Oh my god…it’s Valhalla” Emily said with a pale expression as she sat the photos down quickly “He’s dead…right? Isn’t he dead” Penelope immediately said with a panicked face

[mrs-prentiss]

Emily Prentiss x OC (Valerie Karter) Story

Emily’s Secret Life

Info : This is a WLW fan fiction it is OC based, I am writing the OC Valerie as a biracial (black and white woman) below is how I see her but you as the reader can change it to your liking!

Part One : Emily Prentiss x Valerie Karter

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“Emily Prentiss, as I live and breathe, miss me?” The voice was sultry and low as heels clacked into the bullpen. The woman turned heads for sure; even Penelope dragged her eyes across the woman's frame. She was decked head to toe in designer wear: nice-fitting black slacks, and a deep red blouse rolled up at the elbows. She had some buttons undone, showing a lace-fitting bra. It was apparent she had power and so much confidence.

The woman walked up the small steps and stood beside Emily in front of the railing that overlooked the team. She smiled innocently as the gray-haired woman introduced her. “This is Valerie Karter. She’s a, um-.. old friend. She’ll be helping us on a few cases to lighten our load. She knows how to do everything you do, including Penelope's technical analyst work. She's flexible and can help in every area.” She praised her as she spoke, and it caused Valeries’ eyes to wander across her figure in an old “friend's” way.

“ Praise me more…I love it,” Valerie whispered with a breathy chuckle. She turned to address Emily’s team fully. “Consider me your assistant and personal helper. Anywhere you need me, I’m yours. I have a few meetings outside of the FBI I’ll be handling every few days, but other than that, I’m all yours”. She could practically see the questions rolling off of their minds. Who was she? How did she know Emily? Where did she come from? What did she do for work exactly? How good was she at her job? More importantly, was she married? Straight? Gay? Kids? They needed to know.

Their questions came out rapidly: “What do you do?” - “Meetings with who? - “How do you know Emily?”. She couldn’t help but laugh upon hearing the questions. In the corner of her eye, Emily stood straight, ready to redirect their questions in almost a protective manner. She shifted on her feet slightly and decided to answer them all at one time: “I’m what people call a flex worker. I’m flexible in everything I do, and I work wherever I’m needed. CIA? FBI? Presidential help? Undercover? You name it, I've done it. I have meetings with classified people, sorry. Emily and I met when she worked in Interpol before returning to be your Chief. One more question, Penelope?” she said clearly as she crossed her arms

Penelope took her chance and spat out a question, “I have two more; how good are you? Why did you come to the BAU?” She arched an eyebrow at the colorful woman’s boldness and smiled. Penelope was cute and very different at that. “I’m so good that I was asked to come here several times before this and denied them every time. Why the BAU? You guys are a mess that, unfortunately, I’m here to clean up.” Emily cut in with a sharp clear of her throat. The woman's grey hair framed her face nicely, and it didn’t go unnoticed as Valereie stared at her admirably. “Valerie and I have some things to discuss in my office. In the meantime, you guys have case files that need to be finished.”

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Upon entering Emily’s office, she heard Emily closing the door behind her and the lock clicking in a not-so-subtle manner. “You didn’t need to make an entrance, Val. They’re going to catch on,” Emily deadpanned. Emily studied Valerie as she walked around her office, inspecting the items and trinkets. “No photos of me? How disheartening, dear; what exactly will they catch on to? That you’re a closet Lesbian, Emily? Even you didn’t catch on soon enough, I’m not worried about them,” Valerie quipped with a grin.

“You are an asshole, you know that Val? I am not a closet- okay, so what if I am? Fuck off, I should’ve let you stay in Italy.” Emily snarked as she crossed her arms and sat in her chair, watching Valerie sit across from her. Valerie shrugged slightly as she leaned backward against the chair. “I told you no, I was comfortable in Italy. Working, might I add, and you begged me.”

“There was no begging,” Emily said factually as she looked away from her. Valerie let out a short laugh and leaned forward, taunting Emily's voice. “Really? It was something like please, Vally, please come to Quantico. I need your help. I need my girl—YOUR GIRL? WHAT DOES SHE MEAN YOUR GIRL?!?!” Both the women jumped as Penelope stood in the doorway and sharply closed the door behind her.

“Penelope….” Emily started with caution as she stood up from her chair, but instead, she was cut off by Penelope again. “No, no excuses about how you can’t tell me or that it’s nothing, and she meant friend. What did she mean? Do you not love me? Why do we have secrets? I have your cat!” Penelope was far off the rails as she ranted and went on a tangent about wanting to know. While Penelope spiraled, Emily stood beside Valerie, who also stood up; the grey-haired woman had a hand on Valerie's back, and she cleared her throat. “Penelope. I do love you, and I am going to tell you. Valerie is my wife.”

“Thanks for taking her cat; by the way, I am terribly allergic.” Valerie slid the comment in there with a shit-eating grin. She looked at Emily with a mischievous smile and a adoring look in her eyes.

Penelope stood there with gaped looking at the two women as if they were completely insane. She really couldn’t believe that one of her closest friends was married, and not only that but she was married to a woman. “Wait..Wife! You’re married!” A few seconds passed when Emily went to speak and Penelope cute her off

“Ah Ah No! You..You’re gay? No you’ve been with men ever since I’ve met you. Oh my gosh are you a closet lesbian? Oh that’s so cute! Here Here pretend to come out to me I’ll act surprised” Penelope said in a snarky tone as she placed her hands on her hips and eyed Emily trying to act intimidating.

Emilys eyes flickered between her wife’s who laughed softly and Penelopes who narrowed slightly “Oh you’re being serious..okay ah—Um Penelope I’m a lesbian and this is my wife Valerie” she said slowly. Penelope just so happened to be the calmest and nicest one on the team, which made her the scariest at the same time. So as soon as the words left Emily’s mouth, Emily kept speaking to ensure Penelope didn’t try to choke her with arts and crafts “Sit down, we’ll explain everything”

[mrs-prentiss]

Which one you assholes made the sexy edit of Miss Kamala Harris…I never thought she was FOINE and attractive until I seen this edits now I’m in a choke hold so thanks a lot guys

[mrs-prentiss]

Me when any of the BAU ladies hit the screen *kicking my feet giggling*

[mrs-prentiss]

**Not a fic // just a rant**

Emily prentiss has a sister ???

My theory is she had a sister on her dad’s side, her dad and mom split up and her dad had a sister from another woman and the sister gets the better life and the better childhood. So Emily resents her (reasoning behind why she felt a certain way when she said “i have a sister”). Emily got the bad end of the childhood with her mom, so naturally she feels animosity towards the sister and maybe the dad favors the other one more???

[mrs-prentiss]

Can we take a second to appreciate how hot the principal in Mako Mermaids is ??

[mrs-prentiss]

Anyone’s else C.Ai not working ???

(if you have a better app with no censor send it to me please Rachel)

[l4yne]

for the love of god please STOP tagging your fics #emilyprentissxreader if it’s anything else than that