JEMMA REDGRAVE AS KATE STEWARTDoctor Who,The Legend Of Ruby Sunday1.07

JEMMA REDGRAVE AS KATE STEWART Doctor Who, “The Legend of Ruby Sunday” 1.07

It’s always in Emily’s eyes how much she loves JJ!

Lesbian Emily Prentiss Icons

flag used: lesbian

character: Emily Prentiss

source/fandom: Criminal Minds (+ Evolution)

requested by: anon

you can't remember if you specified which age you wanted because I accidentally deleted the ask while trying to respond to it (lol) so I made some of with her first appearance, her with bangs, and some of her in the newest season with the grey hair!!

plz like or reblog if you use, no other credit needed !!

Also, for anyone interested: I'd be interested in writing Kate Lethbridge Stewart x fem!Reader, so my requests are open!!

I love this!!! Thank you so, so much <3

Picture You

Pairing: Emily Prentiss × GN!Reader

For: requested by @suckerforcate to fill my body worship square for @cmkinkbingo2024

EXPLICIT CONTENT, SMUT

Content Warnings: Cunnilingus/fingering (emily receiving), pagan/hellenistic religious imagery that could be considered blasphemous, reader is simping hard, and I don't blame them, Emily is implied to be older

Summary: You feel the need to prove to Emily she's your one and only.

Author's Note: Ngl, this might be my favorite piece I've ever written. It's definitely less steamy, but I was feeling the wlw yearning HARD (And, as always, peep the Chappell Roan song)

Feedback is always welcome!

Requests are OPEN!

Your girlfriend was absolutely gorgeous. Sometimes, the hardest part of being with her was that she didn't see that herself. Emily was always relatively confident, but she didn't see just how beautiful she was.

Her raven hair, which was slowly starting to mix with sparse strands of silver, was perfect for running your hands through. Her onyx eyes were easy to get lost in, reflecting her wisdom and maturity. Everything about her, head to toe, was like she was made just for you.

And you planned to show her.

That's why she was currently flat on her back on your shared bed, legs and arms spread wide so you had easier access.

You started with her forehead, peppering her face with quick kisses that made her giggle before trailing down to her neck. She trailed off into a choked moan, looking down at you. You just smiled at her, tugging gently on her hair and urging her to close her eyes. Once she did as you asked, you moved down to the smooth expanse of her chest, kissing the valley between.

She was moaning fully now, and you could feel her getting antsy. You kneeled between her legs, not letting her relieve the pressure. You wanted to be the one giving her pleasure. Your fingers wandered after your mouth, sliding down to palm each breast.

Emily bit her lip, keeping her focus on your touch. Her hips shifted slightly, but you reassured her you'd be giving her what she needed shortly. You trailed the tip of your tongue down the center of her stomach, feeling the hidden muscles beneath.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, years of togetherness making the needs of her body second nature to you. You finally settled between her legs, licking a broad stripe up her folds and reveling hedonistically in her noises.

She knew what you wanted, for her to sit still and enjoy it, but she needed more. You obliged, spreading her slickness around and making her writhe needily. It was like an offering, and the sounds you managed to coax out of her were your rewards. This woman was like a goddess, and you were her willing disciple, tending to the temple of her body.

Emily spread her legs wider to give you better access, and you greedily lapped her up. Your hands found their way to the usual spots, one alternating between each nipple and lavishing them with attention while the other moved closer to her entrance.

She whined for more, and who were you, a mere mortal, to deny her what she wanted? You slid one finger into her waiting heat, which she rewarded with a sharp gasp. Your finger thrust with renewed vigor, determined to make her moan, make her come, make her feel the prayer you were reciting between her legs.

Your fingers worked in tandem with your tongue to bring her to climax, and the taste of her was ambrosia itself. Certainly, if she bled, ichor, not blood, would flow from the wound.

Slowly and reluctantly, you peeled away from your feast, hovering over her to take everything in. How in the world did someone like her walk the earth without a loyal band of followers, people willing to bend to her every whim?

But as she kissed you lovingly as your reward for your piety, you knew that it was worth doing the work millions should be as long as she was satisfied.

Oh god