#momma em 💜

[milkygothgf]

God, I need you to knock me up too!!! Fuck, we'd make such pretty moms, round and heavy with each other's kids, never taking our hands off our swelling wombs or our mouths off our engorged tits, and by the time we were due, we'd have suckled each other so much our tits would be permenantly swollen and full, and all we'd have to do is keep putting kids inside each other!!! Eventually breeding would become such a routine thing we wouldn't even think about it, so addicted to being expecting moms that we just refill each others cunts once we're empty again!! <333

(I'm still shadowbanned so anons will have to do for now, but once I'm back I'd love to talk about this in DMs, really get into being baby factories for each other and jerk off together while we talk about how amazing it'd feel to be pregnant)

- emflusterseasily 💜

We'd have such a cute big family 🥺🥺🥺 God this is making me so fucking wet oh my god I've never thought about being the one getting someone pregnant before but *god* I need it so fucking badly.

Imagine taking baby bump progress sex tapes together every month so we can see ourselves grow and see how fucking horny that makes us ....... see which point in our pregnancies we're the horniest ....... doing this every single pregnancy (bc obviously we're going at it like rabbits trying to breed each other as fast as we can after each pregnancy so we're never not pregnant) ..... JUST AN IDEA IDKKKKK 😳😳😳

(pleASE DM ME WHEN YOU CAN OH MY GOD)

[colamasteredd]

Creator here! Here's my head cannon for this accounts Edd.

I've made him Neurodivergent cuz.. I am XD

He's got pretty bad anxiety and Ringo is his support companion. She helps him whenever he shows signs of stress.

He's Pan, cuz yes.

He still has some of his powers. He's taller because of it. I've cannonised him to be 6ft 4in.... ........ Yeah 🤣

He's very dense, but is good on picking up on peoples emotions. So if they're sad he'll know, and try to help em feel better, etc.

He's got pretty much the same personality as Eddsworld Edd.

Uhhh yeah. That's pretty much it. Creator out :D

HAHA EDD-IT!!

IM CAT CODING THIS MAN IF ITS THE LAST THING I DO!! >:3 💚

Lil funny relationship board I did with all the little goobers❤️💙💜💚

ANOTHER UPDATE:

Eddie's momma!!She calls him Eddie sometimes! Shes 50 years old, & 5ft 4in *(I MESSED UP HER HIGHT ON THE PICTURE 😭)*. She's a sweet little lady!! She had Edd at a very young age. 2 years later she and her wife happily got married. Her wife was a librarian, her names was Leslie.

Current times: Her wife died 10 years ago. Edd helps his mom as much as he can. His mom was a nurse but is now wanting to have a slower work life as a teacher. She absolutely loves the gang. She loves making them cookies, & other sweet treats.💚❤️💙💜

*might add more to her backstory but this is all I got💕*

GRAAHH!! UPDATING HIS REF CUZ I DON'T LIKE THE OLD ONE >:(

Anyways.. here's my updated lil guy💚

Main account: @beaudoesart :3👍

[ofsappho]

Query for treehouse, idk if this is spoilers or not but is morpheus aware of how angy baby momma is rn? Like does he know the depth of the upset or is he thinking they'll be a bit put out but overall ok with it? (If spoilers dw about it 💜)

LOL thank you for the ask!!!

I don’t think it’s spoilers at all.

I would say that Morpheus isn’t thinking (at all), or at least doesn’t want to think about the consequences of his actions. In some ways that’s one of the most mortal guy things he has going on rn; if he lingers on it too long, he’ll have to deal with his guilt and shame over lying and the possibility that this will end badly.

But he’s also a god, and he is SO GONE for her, and with what’s he’s planning w/ the gifts… well, he’s betting that that will make up for it (when it won’t, he’s notoriously bad at judging this shit) and he is a god. It’s not like she can be mad at him forever, right?

I guess the best way to describe it is he’s doing what he’s learned to do in his (long long) life with all his past lovers, except he has genuine feelings of respect/empathy/consideration for reader that he hasn’t really experienced before. So spoiler alert, different outcome for all parties. He’s still learning and unlearning, and being kind of awful but also adorable about it.

Please shoot me any further questions if youve got em!!! I appreciate them a lot.

[deanwax]

For the WIP titles tag. I need to know more about It's an Electric Thang please 💜

It's an Electric Thang (alt title: Two Cats Meeting) is the only het meet-cute I've ever conceived. It takes place in a world where elemental powers have only started occurring in the human population fairly recently and if you've got 'em, it's best kept secret.

Wyatt's powers are electric, but he doesn't have any ambitions of being a superhero or anything. Doesn't even consider himself sharp enough to learn computer programming. He took a job at an auto repair shop right out of high school and he's real good at fixing anything to do with the flow of electrical current because he can see where the current stops.

One day, he comes across a dusty old cat lying in an alleyway. He can tell it's going to die soon by the way the electrical impulses in its body have slowed, so he decides to sit with it until then. This is when a young nurse named Mary comes out from the back door of an old folks' home. She has the ability to manipulate air, and she tries to put more air into the near-dead cat's lungs. The attempt to resuscitate the cat disturbs Wyatt to his core and he accidentally makes a lightning strike discharge down a nearby drainpipe. This frightens Mary, and she slaps Wyatt across the face:

Mary made her own big sound with the hardest slap Wyatt had ever been hit with in his life. Later that night, when he was in his bed stewing about it, he figured she must have done something to take the wind resistance away from her hand.

They run away from each other after this, but the short story ends when they sheepishly reconcile after next crossing paths.

Here's the first chunk:

Wyatt Scott was a child of incest. He wasn’t supposed to talk about it, but his momma and her cousin Robbie had been in love ever since they was kids, and she’d lied and said Wyatt’s daddy had run out on her before he was born. 

He’d been real cut up about it when he’d found out, listening to them through the kitchen window in the dead of night when he was meant to be in bed sleeping. But now that he was almost a man, Wyatt wasn’t too mad about it. He had all the right numbers of fingers and toes, but he did always wonder if the incest thing was the cause of his electric thing. 

He wasn’t supposed to talk about that, neither. It made people real scared. Couldn’t blame ‘em: why, it felt like just about every other day there was a news story about so-and-so or such-and-such making a real mess of things, robbin’ banks and setting things on fire like the bad guys in movies. The people on the TV called ‘em Paranorms, but that was stupid. Wyatt had never seen a ghost in his damn life. He could see electricity just fine, though, when he wanted to; zipping this way and that in glowing lines that shined through the walls of his house like he had x-ray vision or somethin’.

The human body had electricity, too. Wyatt’s particular comprehension could turn any normal person in a glowing being of light, like an angel, or maybe even a jellyfish, with a brilliant cluster of sparks right behind their eyes. It was a blessed way to pass the time, though any other Scotts at the dinner table were likely to get a little zap if they asked Wyatt to pass the salt.

[1d1195]

Hi! I have FINALLY found time to fully give my attention to Protection and read part 6! AND it was also a super nice surprise to see you posted another new piece today, which I most definitely read as well! So I’m going to talk about those two but if it’s too long you don’t have to read it, it’s okay!

Protection: Where do I even BEGIN!?!? Overall this chapter was perfection! I love how you give us glimpses of how domestic their dynamic has become and them getting to know normal little things about each other! The scene of them decorating a Christmas tree together was so adorable yet I felt so sad for her because of how much she was wishing her mother to be there so she could experience Harry :( But Harry comforting her and them having another vulnerable moment together warmed my heart! Now THEIR FIRST FUCKING KISS!?!? I GASPED!!! It was such a them moment, her being so cute and happy and rambling while Harry was just so in awe of her and proud, you painted the perfect scene!!!!(and it so so hot btw) He called her kitten while he was basically teasing her and making her talk… HES INANSE! especially when he was kissing her and telling her he wants her but it’s protocol yet he was all up on her!? He was so annoying, in a cute way obviously! Also him calling her out on faking it was so hot to me and it just something bodyguardrry would say lol I can only hope this man asks her out on his day off!

Right Here: OMG I LOVE THEM ANS I ABSOLUTELY WOULD LOVE TO READ MORE ABOUT THEM!!! You are absolutely a GOD meshing all of the favorite and classic tropes together and still making the flow of the story go so smoothly! The tropes fit SO well and they didn’t feel forced at all! Harry being “sunshine” and hopelessly in love with her from the start but with the “miscommunication” trope they were not able to express their feelings towards each other 😭 brilliant honestly! And I was so devastated that she experienced something so horrible due to the slide incident and honestly I can understand how much that affected her! And the fact that she was still made to feel like SHE was the problem and weird was just so sad :( But once they talked it out my heart leaped so much I was ROOTING FOR THEM! When Harry said “I had a feeling y’couldn’t keep it up forever. And I’d wait forever for you, beautiful”, I DIED! This is so simple yet I find it so meaningful because even after all this time he’s just being their for HER and just wanting to have her in her most raw and vulnerable self is just so wonderful too read about and it hit close to home! Also when he said “Your leggings?” He smiled mischievously. ‘M’almost jealous of ‘em touching all of your legs.’ I GIGGLED because it was good ngl! If any other man said this to me it would be gross but NOT WITH HARRY! I loved it so much and I hope if you ever feel inspired to give an extra please do!

Also I saw what that mean anon said, FUCK THEM! Yes constructive criticism is allowed and having their own opinion is valid but not when it’s laced with the intention to hurt the person, I genuinely believe that they didn’t even fully read it because it was no used too many times! I love love LOVE your nicknames in your stories! It has made me love nicknames more in general! Plus it’s unique to you and I come to your blog because of what YOU create and it’s just so beautiful-💜

Okay I've been anxiously awaiting to hear your thoughts 💕 There isn't an ask you can send that I wouldn't read, I don't care how long it is. You took the time to read almost ~10k of nonsense that I wrote, I'd read whatever you have to say 💕

I am SO glad you liked the next installment of protection! I really liked writing this part. I'm def a Christmas girl (and a momma's girl) so I gotta throw all that in at every chance I get. I couldn't make them wait any longer to kiss but I really, really truly believe Mr. Protocol wouldn't push too much further than they did (and I honestly had a nice long mental battle with myself that what he did was too much anyway!)

Of course I'm glad you liked Right Here too! I don't think there's anything Harry could say to me that I would find gross which is probably a problem but it makes for great writing. I think he could punch me in the face and I'd probably thank him. They were really fun to write about and I thought Harry was actually quite adorable if I'm allowed to say that about myself. I liked making her grumpy and nervous because I thought Harry would be a really nice balance--I thought of him jumping all around stage and it just made so much sense. I think I saw another request to hear more about them. I'll have to see what I can think of lol

Honestly, your other ask about me using kitten to signify they're soulmates (which I realize I didn't do in Right Here but we're going to pretend because obviously) was the first thing I thought of when I got that other message. But honestly I'm glad you didn't feel like it was used too many times. I went back and glanced it over and thought I actually might have but maybe it's because I was bummed about it.

Anyway. I adore you as always and I am SO glad you took the time to write this message <3

xoxo

[leftoverenvy]

Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 6)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 2.9k

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Chapter 6 - Special Delivery

Emily and I briefly discussed a move-in date, but she was called away on a case.  Again.  I was going to have to get used to her always being gone.  She made it bearable by texting me when she could during the day, and she tried to call me every night.  It didn't always happen – especially when she was on the west coast for a case – but I appreciated her effort. 

Unfortunately, it had been two days since we had spoken.  She always sent her good morning text, but because she was in California, I didn't receive it until I was already in my morning class.  I was shocked to receive a phone call late in the afternoon while on my way home.  I didn't want to be distracted by the walk home, so I sat on the nearest bench to take her call.

"Hi!" I answered excitedly.  "I'm surprised to hear from you this early."

"I'm foregoing lunch."  I frowned both at what she said and how much exhaustion I could hear in her voice.

"Em..."

"I miss you too much."  I immediately relaxed.  She knew just what to say to make me complacent.  "Besides-"  Silence.

"Hello?  Em?" I asked.  I pulled the phone away from my face and sighed.  The call had dropped.  I quickly dialed her again and the call finally connected.  "Sorry Em, I think the call dropped.  I have no idea what you were just about to tell me."

She laughed, "I thought maybe that was your way of telling me my story was boring."

"No way.  I love your stories," I admitted.

"Okay well I only have a few more minutes and then we have to get back to work.  I want to hear all about your day, and I guess yesterday too.  I can't believe how busy I've been.  I'm very sorry, Indi."

I reassured her, "It's no problem, Emily.  I don't expect you to talk to me 24/7.  I do miss you though," I admitted.  There was no response.  Not again.  I felt my phone buzz with her incoming call.

"I'm so sorry!" I answered.

"Well I'm sorry I'm traveling and the connection is spotty.  I guess it's better than nothing, though," she responded.

"Actually," I conceded, "It could very well be my phone.  I have the shittiest GoPhone."

"It's 2022!  What the hell are you doing with a GoPhone?"  She chuckled.

"I know, I just-" I paused, embarrassed.  Quietly, ashamed, I continued, "This is what I can afford right now..."

I could almost hear Emily's mirth deflate.  "I'm so sorry, Indi.  I didn't mean to be insensitive."

"It's fine," I dismissed.  "Maybe I should get a sugar momma or something," I teased.

She laughed loudly and hearing her carefree happiness made me feel warm.  I was glad I could bring a little joy to her day.  I only wished I could be there to see her twinkling eyes and wide grin.  "What a cunning young woman you are.  I pity the sugar momma subject to your charms, Miss Banks."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked in mock outrage.

She chuckled again.  "Only that you are a dangerous, dangerous creature."

I heard a muffled conversation and her sigh.  "I have to go," she complained.

"I'm sorry the calls dropped, and we had to waste time with that," I said sheepishly.

"We'll make it work, I promise.  I'll try my hardest to call you later.  I miss hearing your sleepy voice before bed."  I swooned.  I don't know what her intention was with that comment, but it did nothing but awaken butterflies in my stomach.

"Prentiss!" I heard break through the line.

"I'm coming Morgan!" Emily shouted back, "Just give me a second!"

"Don't get in trouble on my account.  We can talk later, okay?  Go save the world."

She exhaled deeply.  "Okay.  Have a good afternoon, India."

"You too."  And she hung up.  I smiled down at my phone like a sap.  I hoped she didn't make a habit of skipping lunch, but it was nice that she prioritized me during her lunch hour.  I felt special. 

On my walk home, I couldn't help but think how easy it all was.  It had never been this effortless with a person before.  Could contractually outlining the expectations of the relationship be the ticket?  Maybe Emily was onto something when she chose this over dating.  And maybe this ease would dissipate as soon as I moved in, but I was sure as hell going to enjoy it now.

I decided I wanted to be ready to move in as soon as Emily was ready for me.  When I got home, I began packing up my stuff.  I didn't have much that needed to come.  A lot of my clothes were way too ratty and casual to come with me; Emily deserved me at my best.  Actually, Emily deserved better than me, but somehow she chose me.  I made piles of clothes: 'bring,' 'leave here,' and 'ask Penelope.'  My process was interrupted by a knock on the door.

I looked through the peephole to discover a delivery man.  Maybe Penelope ordered something.   It wasn't the first time I pretended to be her to accept a package.  I opened the door.

"Miss India Banks?"

"Uh-"  I didn't know how to respond.  "I didn't order anything."

"Are you India Banks?" he asked impatiently.

"I am."

"Then sign here," he said holding out an electronic pad.  I looked at him dumbly for a few more seconds and his eyes narrowed.  He clearly hated me or his job – or both.  I quickly signed, and he thrust a box in my hands.  Before I could say anything else, he turned on his heel and briskly walked away.  What the hell?

I plopped down on a kitchen chair, already ripping at the tape on the box.  I pulled out plastic bubble wrap and packing peanuts to reveal a brand-new iPhone.  No no no.  This was too much.  I couldn't accept this.  How had she arranged this so quickly?

I quickly moved through the welcome instructions, grabbed my phone, and saved her number in the new phone.  I knew she was working but didn't care – I called her anyway.

"Hello Miss Banks."  Of course she already knew this new number.

"Why so formal?"

"I'm currently on a case," she answered simply.  I knew that – why was she telling me that?  And then it dawned on me.

"Ahh, you aren't alone."

"No."

"Well I'll be quick.  I was just calling to ask how I can send this back," I said referring to the phone.

"You cannot."

I huffed.  "Emily-"

"Don't," she interrupted.  "Hang on.  Lemme just-"  I heard a door close, and then things were much quieter on her end.  "It's a gift, India."

"It's unnecessary," I protested.

"I don't see it that way."  She was obnoxiously calm about this.  Like she hadn't just dropped several hundred dollars on a phone for me.

I rolled my eyes.  "Of course you don't," I said a bit sourly.

"It's necessary when I can't speak to you because our calls are always dropping."  I felt embarrassed by my shortcomings.  I felt inadequate for her. I couldn't even have a good enough phone for Emily.  "Look," she continued, "I think this is a learning experience.  I want to be able to provide you with what you need.  I thought we agreed to try this out..."

"We did," I agreed.

"Okay, so part of this arrangement is that I provide for you and give you gifts," she reminded.

"But we haven't really started the arrangement because you were called on a case.  I haven't moved in yet."

"So what?" she asked.  "We need to get to know each other, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes," I affirmed shortly.

"And part of getting to know each other is talking on the phone while I'm away on a case, right?"

"I suppose."  Now I was just being petulant.

She ignored it.  "So don't you think that's a little difficult if your phone doesn't work?"

She had a good point, and if she had the money, I shouldn't let my own insecurities be what got in the way here.  She was right; I was being stupid.  "Yes," I ceded.  "I'm sorry, Em.  It's a learning curve.  It just caught me off guard.  Even when my parents were alive, this isn't really how I lived.  I'm not used to...having nice things, being taken care of.  Be patient with me, please?"

"Of course, baby.  Are we good?"

"Yes," I whispered.

"Okay.  I'll call you later; I have to work now."

"Em?" I quickly asked before she could hang up.

"Yes, Indi?"

"Thank you," I said genuinely.  I had never had such a nice phone.  And it felt nice to be taken care of like that.

"You're welcome, baby."  I thrilled at the pet name.  I shouldn't like it that much.  I was only her temporary baby, hers for a brief time.  The thought did nothing to lessen my smile.

"India!  I'm home!" I heard Penelope call from the living room.  I heard her heels clack through the apartment, increasing in volume as she approached my room.  "What's this?" she asked from my doorway, pointing to the explosion of clothes everywhere in my room.

"I'm so glad you're home!  Remember how Emily and I decided to do this whole thing?"  She smirked and nodded.  "Well I didn't tell you this yet, but one of her conditions is that I move in with her."

She gasped.  "What?!  You're moving out?"

"No!  Just staying with her for a few months.  Don't worry, I'll still pay rent" – or Emily will – "and I'll come home every now and then.  But Pen!  I have no good clothes that are worthy of being in her circles!"

Her face broke out in a huge, shit-eating grin.  "Do you know what this means?" she asked.  When I shook my head, she started bouncing up and down.  "It means one last girls' weekend!!  Shopping and drinks.  Don't say no!  Who knows when I'll see you next."

"Laying it on a bit thick, Pen.  I wasn't even going to say no this time."

She clapped her hands together and squealed.  "Let's go!  We're wasting precious minutes!"

Penelope dragged me to nearly every store in the mall.  I had to reign her in because I didn't have much to spend.  But even having nicer jeans, a few sun dresses, and more blouses made me feel so much better.  She also made me buy new shoes.  Apparently mine weren't sophisticated.  I don't know if she knew what a hot button that would be, but it did the trick.  I went way over budget because Emily deserved someone who looked good.

She pulled me towards Victoria's Secret.  "Penelope!" I objected.  "I'm already over budget.  Besides, she isn't even going to see what's under my clothes.  I don't need to go in there."  Frankly, the thought of buying sexy underwear freaked me out.

"I wouldn't be so sure," she said in a sing-songy voice.

"It isn't like that," I insisted.

"Oh I'll just bet it will be like that," she teased.  "Don't think I didn't notice you two eye-fucking as soon as you saw each other."  My cheeks flamed in embarrassment.  I didn't realize we had been so obvious.  "Please, Indi.  It will be my treat.  You NEED this.  Trust me."

Somehow I didn't think I really had a true choice.  We were doing this, no matter how embarrassing it would be for me.  Thankfully, she only made me grab a few things – "essentials" she called them.  I had no idea how black lace that I would have no hope of getting on myself was "essential," but complicity got me out of there faster.

Shopping took way more out of me than I wanted to admit.  I begged Penelope for a nice movie night where we could just sit on the couch in our pajamas.  She agreed on the condition that we go to our favorite bar the next day.

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Emily must have been busy chasing after bad guys because I hadn't heard from her since her usual good morning text.  I expected her to be back in DC by now.  It had been over a week on this case.  I was anxious to move in and get everything started.  I was anxious to see her again. 

Penelope dressed me in a revealing dress: tight, short, low-cut.  It was my worst nightmare.  And then she pulled out 6" heels.  After much protesting, I lost to Penelope's whims.  Even I had to admit how good I looked.  Maybe with the right clothes and attitude I could fool those in Emily's circle that I was worthy to be on her arm.

When we got to the bar, I checked my phone obsessively for the first hour, hoping to see a message from Emily.  I hoped she would at least tell me goodnight before she went to bed.  But it was 11pm in California, and she still hadn't texted me back.  I shoved my phone in my clutch and forgot about it for the rest of the night.

I drank way more than I normally would, and I danced harder than I ever would.  Normally too embarrassed to let loose like that, I had one last crazy night with Pen.  We danced non-stop; we drank non-stop.  The music was so loud it pounded in my chest as insistently as I knew tomorrow's hangover would pound in my head.  But to have fun with Penelope like that was worth it.

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Scratch that.  It absolutely was not worth it.  There was some shrill, insistent ringing interrupting my blissful sleep.  It split my head open.  I felt the ache in every bone in my body.  Maybe I had a bit too much to drink.  The ringing in my room stopped, but its echo in my head would not let up.  To make sure that surprise alarm didn't go off again, I slapped around my nightstand.  I felt a small rectangle underneath my hand.  Oh!  It was my new phone.

I picked it up, the brightness blinding me.  I had several missed calls from Emily and a few texts too.  Concern broke through my hangover – was she okay?  The phone, now much closer to my face, blared in my ears with yet another call.

"What?" I asked, my voice cracking from being half-asleep and parched.

Her voice boomed through the speaker.  "If this is your way of protesting the new phone, consider me unamused, India Mae."

"What?" I asked again, my mind playing catch up.  Why was I getting the middle name too?

"I mean honestly, is it so hard to send a simple text that says, 'I'm fine'?  If I recall, we used to text quite frequently, so I know you are more than capable of sending two words."  Her voice was harsh.  It felt weird to have Emily mad at me.  Especially when I had no idea what was happening.

"I'm not protesting the phone, Em."

"Then what?!" she demanded.  "Because all I've gotten from you is radio silence." "I just went out with Penelope last night.  I was out having fun and I forgot to call.  I'm sorry.  I didn't think it would be a big deal."

"It is absolutely a big deal when I haven't heard from you all day, no idea if you're alive.  All you needed to do was send a text that said 'going out with Penelope for a drink.  Call you tomorrow.' It's really not that difficult."

"You're upset," I stated obviously, not knowing what else to say.  "I'm sorry," I apologized genuinely.  "This is new to me.  I haven't had to check in with anyone in years...No one has cared about my whereabouts for years..."

"Oh baby," her voice softened drastically.  "I had no idea where you were or if you were okay."  I had never heard this tone of voice.  She was actually concerned?  Over me?  I was suddenly overcome with emotion: guilt for not realizing Emily would care about where I was or that we hadn't talked.  I mean, it had only been twenty-four hours, but a lot could happen in twenty-four hours.  Of course, in her line of work, she would know that better than anyone.  Then a pang of longing for my dead parents because I hadn't felt this kind of care and attention in so long.  I sniffled.

"Don't cry, baby.  I'm sorry I yelled."

"It's not that.  I'm sorry, it's stupid.  Just-"

"It's not stupid," she assured.  "What's going on?"  Her voice was unbearably sweet now and I ached for the comfort only an embrace could bring.

"It's just...been a while since anyone's cared where I am or what I'm doing, or when I'm going to be home.  It just made me miss my parents is all."

"Oh sweetheart.  I'm so sorry.  What can I do?  I'm sorry I'm not there..."

"This is enough.  Thanks for listening.  And I will do better.  I'm sorry about last night."

"I'm sorry I yelled.  Call me later tonight when we have more time?  I miss your voice..."  And just like that, everything was back to normal, including these new, ever-present – though pleasant – flips in my stomach that happened every time I talked to Emily.

"I promise, Em."

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[its2sum]

So, if y'all didn't know... Back in March of this year, my mom was diagnosed with Breast Cancer. Due to fear of losing her hair during the Chemotherapy treatments, I told her that if she were to cut her hair then I would too! Well, she cut it after her first treatment and it actually started falling out a couple days later anyway (Sigh :\) So as a man of my word, I grabbed a regular ass pair of scissors and got to cutting! This is the beginning and end of my 2 year free-form loc journey in 6 photos, ik I look goofy asl lol but I only cut em for my momma so idc. 🙌🏽💜✨ PS: Donate if you're a nice person or to help pay for my next REAL haircut? 😅💪🏽 #CashApp: $twosum #BreastCancerAwareness #HairForCancer #LocksOfLove #FreeformLocs #FreeformDreads #Nattys #LocJourney #TheEnd https://www.instagram.com/p/B1OSTisnWwr/?igshid=1fylot5xllswh

[milkygothgf]

Bri. Please. Do you have ANY idea how insanely gorgeous and breedable you look? I'm going utterly insane over here please please please can I knock you up, please? I wanna watch your pretty tummy swell, and your gorgeous tits fill with milk, and feel my babies stretching your skin taut, please please please Bri? You're so fucking beautiful oh my god I promise I'll make you a momma. Please please please please please can I get you pregnant?

-Momma Em 💜

Oh my fuckijg gof oh mtg please I'm goung crazy please knock me up plesse nake me a mom I need it so badly I want milk!!! I want to breed!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥺😖😖😖😖😖

[milkygothgf]

Hehe, I love that you've figured out you wanna knock up as well as get knocked up!! The second my DMs are back I'm gonna lie back and spread my legs for you so you can stretch my hips out with your cock!!! <333 I need you to impregnate me, bri, please? I wanna be a good, needy mom for you to play with while you grow into a mom with me!!~

- Momma Em 💜

(I love Mommy Em too, so take your pick as to which you want me to be for you <333)

Godddd pleasseee 😖😖 This has been sitting in my inbox because it makes me so horny idk how to even begin replying ,,,,, The need to both impregnate and be impregnated is so fucking strong,,,,, Pleaase shoot your kids in me then spread wide for me so I can push in deeeep and do the same to you. I want to be moms with you <3333

[milkygothgf]

Also, fuck bri, you're so gorgeous!!! I'd love to make my babies push your hips and tummy out and fill your tits, I don't think I'd be able to keep my hands off you once my kids start affecting your body <333 Promise you'll do the same for me?

- Em 💜

AAAAAA THANK YOUU 🥺 i literally would not be able to keep my hands or mouth (or pussy for that matter...) off of you omfg..... Needneedneedneedneed

[milkygothgf]

Seeing you post about getting pregnant is making me soak my panties, so, wanna knock each other up? I'll pin you down and breed you until I'm satisfied my kids have taken to your pretty body, and then I can ride you like a toy until I know there's not a chance in hell I escape without your children starting to grow inside me? We can breastfeed each other while our bodies round out and start to glow, and we can fuck through the whole nine months as we start getting weighed down with each other's babies!!! And since we made such good, slutty mothers, we can immediately start again once its over, slipping into an endless cycle of breeding as we get addicted to expecting, becoming needy baby factories together!!

This is so fucking hot oh my fucking god. Oh my GOD. Being called a baby factory >>>>>>>>

You fucking win yes please I would knock you up in a heartbeat 🥺😖

[milkygothgf]

I really have to sleep, but I came super nicely thinking about us knocked up <333

- Em 💜

SWEET DREAMS dream about our leaky tits and baby bumps rubbing against each other <3333

(Sorry I didnt reply to the other aks it made me So Horny it broke my abikity to reply it just. brain. mush)

[leftoverenvy]

Tastes Like Sugar (ch. 14)

Summary: India Mae, or Indi, is a music major, struggling to pay bills, tuition, work, and make good grades.  Emily Prentiss is a BAU profiler, as well as a DC socialite thanks to her huge family fortune.  The two enter into a mutually beneficial arrangement: Emily will pay for Indi's school if Indi accompanies Emily to her social functions for a few months, posing as her girlfriend.  As weeks go by, the lines between their arrangement and their true feelings start to blur.  But money can't buy love, right?

Pairing: India Mae Banks x Emily Prentiss; OC x Emily Prentiss

Warnings: eventual smut; sugar baby relationships; age gap (16 years - but all over 18)

Word Count: 3.1k

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Chapter 14 - Redrawing Boundaries

A/n: Watch out for POV shifting in this chapter!

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India Mae's POV: I was rushing in the door, my backpack falling off my shoulder, keys slipping out of my grasp.  To add insult to injury, my phone started ringing.  I kicked the backdoor closed with my foot, slamming it a bit too hard.  I winced and thanked god Emily wasn't home to see that.

Before even checking the caller ID, I answered with a breathless, "Hello?"

"Hi!  Remember me?  Just your best friend who you never see anymore because you moved out to be with your sugar momma.  Remember her?  Speaking of, you sounded breathless.  What are you doing?" I could hear the smirk in her voice.  I laughed, letting all my stuff fall out of my arms to the floor.

"Hi Penelope.  Yes, I remember you.  Don't be dramatic."

"Well I miss you," she huffed.  "And I'm kidnapping you for a drink soon."

"I'm sorry, Pen.  I've been a horrible friend.  I miss you so much, too."  I looked at the time. "Kidnap me tonight.  Let's go out tonight."

"Yes!  Meet there?"

"Sure, what time?"  I mentally calculated how long it would take me to drive into the city.

"No wait!" she interrupted herself.  "Come here now?  And we can get ready together like old times?"  I smiled widely.  That sounded so fun.

"Yes!" I agreed enthusiastically.  "Let me pack up a bag and I'll meet you at your apartment."  I paused.  Her apartment.  When had I started viewing Emily's home as my home?

We quickly said goodbye and I immediately texted Emily.

Indi🥰: Going out for a drink with Penelope tonight. Are you okay to get dinner on your own?

Em💘💗: You know, I did just fine on my own for 38 years…I think I can manage dinner for one night.

Indi🥰: You sure? I wouldn't want to be responsible for you burning your house down…

Em💘💗: Cute, India. Careful or that mouth will get you in trouble.

My stomach flipped.  I had the inexplicable urge to find out just how much trouble I could get in.  Should I push this?  Even though I had asked what we were doing, what our kisses meant, we still hadn't satisfactorily defined what this was.  We had both admitted we had feelings for each other, but what did that mean?  Were we dating?  Were we committed?  Exclusive?  I decided since I wouldn't be home tonight, I could stand to push our amorphous, shifting boundaries.

Indi🥰: How much?

Em💘💗: India Mae…

Indi🥰: Not the full name! Indi🥰: 😇😇😇

Em💘💗: Your halo is not as shiny as you might think, angel. Have fun tonight. 😘

Indi🥰: Thank you babe! Don't wait up for me 💗

I was mildly disappointed Emily cut us off so short.  Maybe I had misread the situation and she didn't want to flirt like that.  It was all so confusing.  All the more reason to go get drunk with Penelope tonight.  I quickly darted upstairs, grabbed a few outfit choices appropriate for the club, my makeup, and some shoes.  I flew down the stairs.  I hadn't been this excited to go out in a while.  Usually, Penelope had to drag me out kicking and screaming, but I missed her, and tonight was just what I needed.

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The prospect of Penelope coming over was exciting.  Getting so busy with school and so lost in Emily had shifted my attention.  But I missed her dearly.  When I knocked, she burst open the door already squealing.  "Indi!  I missed you so much.  Do NOT go this long without hanging out with me again.  I mean it."

"I promise.  And I really am sorry."  She pulled me in a tight embrace.  "Ease up, Pen.  You're going to suffocate me."

"Sorry!  I'm just so excited for tonight.  I made Penny Punch in honor of tonight."  She waggled her eyebrows.  I groaned internally – Penny Punch usually destroyed me.

Penelope and I bounced around her bathroom, mascara wands and curling irons in our hands.  We screamed lyrics to each other, hyping ourselves up for tonight.  We may have pregamed a little too well.  The Penny Punch lived up to its name tonight, packing a punch like nothing else.

"Quick, Indi!  Let me curl this last section of your hair.  The uber is going to be here so soon."

"We should have started with hair, Pen.  I don't know if I trust you with a hot instrument near my head," I teased.

"Puh-lease!" she objected.  "I am fine to do your hair."

"Famous last words…" I muttered.

"I promise.  It's almost done anyway," she dismissed.  "Just a few more pieces in the back.  I'm just touching up your natural curls."  Her phone dinged.  "Ah!  We have to go!  Let's skedaddle." She quickly unplugged the curling iron, grabbed her lipstick, and we rushed out of the bathroom and downstairs.

The Uber driver undoubtedly knew we were sloshed.  She was such a good sport about turning the music up and letting us be fools in the backseat.  As soon as we buckled in, the night of dancing had started.  Before I slid out of the backseat, I handed her a $5 bill as a thank you for letting us be so loud and rowdy.

We immediately grabbed a drink at the bar and headed out to the dance floor.  It felt just like old times.  Though I loved being with Emily, I hadn't realized how much I had missed Penny.  We bopped around at first and then started grinding together jokingly when our favorite song came on.  I threw my head back and laughed at how ridiculous we were being.

"Well well well!"  I heard a male's voice boom over the music.  "Miss India Mae."  I turned around shocked to hear someone use my full name.

Oh!  It was Em's coworker…the bald, black one.  "Hi, uh…Sorry I don't remember your name."

"Derek."  Right.  He still intimidated me.  Emily assured me he was a respectable guy, but I still had my guard up.  Anyone who called me Sugar Lips merited a bit of caution.

"Hi Derek.  Nice to see you again.  This is my best friend, Penelope," I said dragging her forward.

"OH!  I thought you were stepping out on Prentiss," he half joked.  My eyes widened.  I hadn't even thought about what dancing like that with Penelope had looked like.

"I would never!  We're just having a girls' night."

"Is Prentiss here?" he asked looking around.  I chuckled at the thought of Emily being in a club like this.  She would absolutely hate it.

"God no!  Can you imagine?"  He laughed with me. 

"No, I cannot."  He turned towards Penelope.  "And what do we have here?  Sexy mama," he said picking up her hand and kissing her on the back of the hand.  I almost threw up.  Surely this wouldn't work.  But then I heard Penelope giggle.

"Penelope Garcia.  Nice to meet you."  She looked at me and jerked her head towards the bar.  I was a good wing woman; I would make myself scarce.

"I'm gonna get a drink!"  I nearly sprinted away from them.  I had a feeling they were going to be uncomfortably disgusting.  I grabbed another drink and found a table in the corner.  I pulled out my phone to text Emily and saw I already had several texts from her.

Em💘💗: Hope you're having fun tonight. Please be safe. Em💘💗: Call me if you need a ride anywhere. I don't care how late it is. Do NOT drive. Or take a cab. Em💘💗: Please let me know when you settle for the night so I know you're safe. ❤️

I was just about to hit send on my response when Penelope bounded over to the table.  "God!  That mocha chocolate thunder is simply a delight.  I need a taste of that."

"God!  Gross, Pen.  Boundaries!" I complained.

"How's this for boundaries?  I invited him over tonight, I hope that's cool.  I thought maybe you'd stay over, but…" I cringed.  There was absolutely NO way I would be staying in my old room tonight.  The room that shared a wall with Penelope's.

"Thanks for the heads up.  I think I'll take an Uber back to Em's," I said stiffly.

"You're still uptight about sex," she pointed out.  "Which means you aren't having it.  You've been there a month, and you mean to tell me you aren't having sex?!  Why?" she demanded to know. 

"It's complicated, Pen.  You know that isn't why I'm there."  For some reason, I felt the need to keep our recent kisses to myself.  They felt so personal, so sacred.  I wanted them to just be ours for a little bit longer.  "It's just…what we agreed on earlier.  Nothing's changed."  That last part came out mournfully because it was partly true.  I desperately wanted to be her girl, and she was moving so slowly.  I idly wondered if I could get her attention and move things along myself.

"Ready to go?  I paid your tab," Derek said walking up to the table.  Penelope's face split in a huge grin.

"You okay if I go?" she asked turning to me.

"Yes, yes!  Get out of here.  Have fun," I said with a soft smile. 

I walked over to the bar and paid my own tab.  I was thankful for Emily and the black credit card I now had courtesy of her.  A few months ago, I would have had a panic attack at my $55 bar tab.  Instead, I signed the receipt without batting an eye, and I left a generous tip.  It took me way longer than it should have to sign though.  Things were far more difficult when you were seeing double.

If I thought signing the receipt was difficult, ordering an Uber was nearly impossible.  I had to ask the bartender for help.  She was so sweet and promptly put the order in.  "You sure you want to Uber here?  It's so far away.  It says it will cost $63."

"I gotta get home.  It's no big deal."  Who was I?  No big deal dropping over $100 in one night?  But soon, I was off in the Uber, excited to get home to Emily.

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Emily's POV: I clicked the TV off.  I hadn't been watching it anyway, too lost in my thoughts.  Indi hadn't texted me where she was going, just that she was going out with Penelope.  Even worse, she hadn't texted me back even though it said she had read the messages.  I was trying my hardest not to be an overbearing control freak.  I was thankful she had texted me this time at all.  And I didn't want to discourage her communicating by getting unnecessarily angry again.  Thanks to years of mandated therapy, I could identify that my anger now was actually rooted in worry for her.

I couldn't help but fret about her being out alone.  She was tiny.  And way too hot for her own good.  I stood up from the couch, ready to call it a night.  I had tried to stay up even though she had told me not to.  I needed to know that she made it home safely.

When my foot hit the first step, I heard a thump against the front door, a muffled giggle, and the scratch of the key trying to be inserted in the lock.  The door swung open with a loud bang against the wall.  Clumsily bursting through the door, she giggled again.  "SHH!" she said to the door, her finger over her lips.  She yanked her key out roughly and slammed the door closed.

"My my, Miss Banks.  Someone's had a good night."  She said she was going out for a drink.  And then I got a look at her.  My gaze travelled up and down her form multiple times.  She was wearing a tight, black tank top, black, high-waisted shorts, and black tights.  And to top it off, she had on black, thigh-high leather boots.  She looked sexy as hell – like my every wet dream.  I could devour her on the spot she looked so good.  But she was drunk.

"Great night," she corrected.  "But I accidmaly got jrunkk."  There was the slurred speech.  It was actually quite endearing.

"Yes, I can see that."

She leaned against the door and tugged on her boots.  They weren't budging.  She tugged harder and her whole body started to follow.  I rushed to grab her before she could face plant.  "Shoompf ate my foot," she grumbled.

"Let me help you, baby."  I unzipped her boots down nearly the entire length of her leg.  I tried not to let myself get distracted by the fact that I was kneeling in front of her, close to her delicious thighs.  She started to slump again, and I caught her, standing up quickly to support her weight.

I pulled her towards the stairs, her legs not helping me much.  "Come on, love.  Let's get to bed."

"We can't gotobed."  And she was talking a mile a minute, babbling about god knows what.  Only about a third of her words were intelligible.  I tried my best to decipher Drunk Indi-ese, but as this was my first experience with drunk Indi, I was hopeless.  But when we made it to the top of the stairs, I could have sworn I heard her say, "and Uber man spent ride over trynagetmuhnumbaber."  Rage consumed me.  She was mine.

"You should have called me, Indi!  You shouldn't have to Uber home."  That also would have prevented me from going crazy worrying about her.  But I couldn't stop all the bad scenarios from flooding my mind.  Just last year we'd had a case about a ride share driver in college towns using his work as a rouse to kidnap women – drunk out of their minds after a night at the bars – to rape and torture them.  Thinking about that happening to Indi was unbearable.

"S'not a big deal, Emm."  She was so dismissive, and it only served to flame my anger.

"It is to me," I said sharply.  "Something could have happened to you.  You were completely alone, and you're incredibly intoxicated.  How could you be so irresponsible?  You should have called me."  Rationally, I understood it was pointless to argue with a drunk person.  I wasn't even sure she would remember this in the morning.

"Mm home, aren't I?  Nofing happnd."  I shuffled her into her room.

"I'd be most displeased if something were to happen to you.  I need you in one piece."  I kissed her on the forehead.

"I dint wanna bothrr you.  You nevsleep 'nough."  The fact that she was concerned about that, even completely obliterated, made my heart ache.  She was so good, so pure.  She was always thinking of me and taking care of me.  I was happy to take care of her now.  Plus, she really was so stinkin' adorable drunk.  I pushed her towards her bed.

"Em!" she protested much too loudly in her silent bedroom.  "I can't sleep in this."  And then she started tugging on her clothes.  Dear god help me.  Before I could stop her, her shirt was over her head.  Her black, lace bra was doing wonders for her chest.  I tried my hardest to be respectful, but dear lord she was sexy.  I grabbed her shoulders and forced her to sit on the edge of her bed.  Turning my back on a shirtless India, I ran to her closet to find her some pajamas, anything to cover her up before I lost my mind.

I frantically pulled open drawers looking for a t-shirt and her favorite sleep shorts.  I heard her shuffling feet and cute giggle behind me.  I looked over my shoulder to find that she had divested herself of her shorts, as well.  My breath caught in my throat at her standing there in nothing but black lingerie and fishnets.  She would kill me by the end of the night; I was certain of it.  I grabbed the first shirt my eyes landed on next and shoved it at her.  "Baby, please.  Here." 

It took some more wrangling, and loads more giggles, but I finally got Indi dressed.  She reached behind her, eyes not daring to leave mine, a glint in them I couldn't identify.  And next thing I knew, she was holding up her bra, waving it around to show me she had taken it off.  I groaned.  Drunk India had far fewer inhibitions and it made it very difficult to be respectful.  She dropped her bra on the floor and threw her arms around my neck, launching herself into me.  My arms encircled her waist to stabilize us.  And then they tightened because I needed her closer.  Her lips attacked mine frantically.

I moaned into her kiss.  Even tainted by the sharp taste of alcohol, there was nothing sweeter than her lips.  I slowed her down and pulled back.  "Let's get you to bed, sweetheart."  Her stained, crimson lips fell into a pout.  I was reminded of her teasing earlier.  Yes her mouth could get her into quite a bit of trouble.

I finally got her into bed.  I pulled the covers up over her, tucking her in.  I couldn't help myself, and I pressed another kiss to her forehead.  "Goodnight, angel."  Her eyes were half-closed, her body already relaxing.  I pulled back slowly, not wanting to wake her back up.

"Stay…" she mumbled.

I tried to ignore it.  I desperately wanted to stay, to hold her in my arms all night.  I had been dreaming of it for nearly two months now.  Everything felt right, complete, when she was in my arms.  To have that all night was unimaginable.  I backed up slowly, my eyes never leaving her precious, peaceful face.  Her hand clung to my shirt loosely, her brow furrowing.  "Em, stay," she repeated.  Her hand feebly tugged me back towards her.

But it might as well have been a steel grip for the hold she had on me.  There wasn't anything I wouldn't give her.  I slipped into her bed and settled the covers around us.  She snuggled into my side, her head on my chest.  I smiled softly, happiness and love cocooning us. 

Conflicting thoughts warred in my mind.  This was the first night sleeping together.  It felt wrong that India wasn't conscious for this decision.  But I was much too selfish to leave.  Because having her in my arms was incomparable to anything else.  She was the most important thing in my life, and I would protect her heart at all costs.  I hugged her tighter and pressed my lips softly to her forehead.  "Goodnight, baby."

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