#this took..........longer than anticipated!!!

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Emily Prentiss x Reader (Possession)

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SMUT: Dom/Sub Dynamics, Top! Emily/Bottom! Reader (reader does top Emily), Strap Sucking, Oral, Fingering, Cockwarming, Degradation/Praise, Spanking, Breathing Play, Stap, Masturbation, Voyeurism/Exhibitionism, Dumbification

p.s. as a sub i found the last section so hard to write i was cringing so hard at myself…i hope i did it justice <3

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Emily guided you off the jet and into her waiting car, she had been in a mood from the moment you woke up in the hotel room. Wrapping the case took longer than expected and once you made it to the jet, case files had to be completed, and actions had to be justified. Though Emily was possessive in her behaviour; the case had taken a toll on her, the victims reflecting you, the way they were discarded scared her and yet the whole time you were insistent you would be fine, it drove her protective side crazy and now she was clearly incapable of keeping her hands to herself, her hand tightly gripping your thigh as she drove through the silent streets, an eerie feeling, the dead of night, streetlights shone, reflecting the rain that had previously fallen. Emily was silent the whole journey, her eyes fixed on the road, but her presence demanded your obedience, and the silence only furthered your excitement, anticipation bubbling under your skin as her hand continued to grip your thigh, nails slightly piercing into your flesh. She owned every inch of you, and she knew it.

Pulling her car into park, your gaze finally met hers. What was once just her side profile, was now fully her, she softly smiled reassuring you subtly of her care for you, knowing the scene you were both in for and wanting to ensure your security. Pulling you out of the car and into the hallway, Emily’s fingers skilfully slipped beneath the waistband of your work trousers as she shoved you against the door.

She cupped your mound, feeling the wetness seeping through the fabric between your legs before removing her hand completely, your legs buckling slightly and clenching. “Upstairs and on the bed.” She commanded, as you ran straight there, perching on the edge, pulling off only your dress shirt and trousers, leaving you in just a simple underwear set. Emily stalked over too you, removing her own clothing before pushing you back against the bed, crawling between your legs, her fingers once again reaching between your thighs, stroking gently over your clit.

Your eyes rolled back gently, closing over at the pleasure and the exposed position you found yourself in. “No, my love, eyes open.” Emily whispered leaning down, her lips brushing against your neck, before sucking your pulse point. “Mmm, Em more please. I’ve missed those lips.” You whimper under her touch. “Fuck baby, love when you talk like that.” She groans as her fingers spread your legs and cup your pussy again. “So wet for me, I’ve barely touched you slut.” Emily said pulling away causing you to gasp as she walked towards the closet.

“Don’t tease mommy.” You muttered out, knowing the name would catch her attention, she grabbed what she needed before stalking back over to you as you propped yourself on your elbows a cocky grin plastered on your face, only for Emily to push you back against the bed, her hand wrapped around your throat restricting your air, “Watch it brat.” She spat out before slapping your face, her hand creating a visible red print, as you moaned, “Oh you like that love, like it when mommy leaves her mark on your skin. Like it when everyone can see who you belong too.” She smiled smugly as you bit down on your bottom lip.

Emily remained over you, her gaze never leaving your body as she stepped into the harness fastening the dark straps against her pale torso. “Emily, please,” you whined as she stroked the appendage over you, the base gently bumping against her clit, as the slick lube dripped from base to tip. She quickly positioned herself between your legs rubbing the strap against your clothed centre, just enough to tease you before she hooked your panties and pulled them down your toned legs, allowing her strap to finally rub against your dripping cunt.

Your hips rolling in desperation, but instead of fulfilling your whines, Emily gently slide into your centre, holding you still as she warmed her cock in you. “You like when I use you pretty girl.” She began sucking and nipping at your breasts as her strap remained buried in your cunt, your walls fluttering around her, desperate to feel her thrusting into you. Your moans endless as she continuously assaulted your breasts, leaving marks of her possession in stark contrast to your skin.

“You’re going to take me like a good girl. No whining, no bratting, complete submission for mommy tonight or I will punish you.” You nodded, tears already starting to glisten in your eyes from her teasing as you tried to still your hips from bucking against her, desperately wanting to please her. “Yes mommy, your good girl,” with that Emily seemed pleased, she began slowly thrusting allowing you to adjust to her size, your head lulling backwards as the ridges of the strap dragged against your walls repeatedly, causing you to shudder, a shiver running through your spine, her hips flush against yours forcing the strap into you, the tip hitting your sweet spot as only Emily knew how to.

“Taking my cock so well, my good girl,” Emily whispered as one hand gripped your hips, the other snaking between your legs to circle your puffy clit. “Fuck, Em it’s so big.” She smirked her hips slowing, “You’re doing so good, princess, letting mommy take out her frustration on you.” Her praise fluttered in your stomach, your hips bucking towards her, but instead of fucking into you faster she slipped out of you, flipping you over and bringing you onto your knees. You looked over your shoulder at Emily who smirked, “Be a good girl and let mommy fuck you from behind.” You hummed in pleasure as she grabbed your hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail, as her cock slipped back into you before fucking into you hard.

You bit your lip, trying to focus on the way her strap rubs your walls, stretching you so deliciously, the mix of pain and pleasure coiling in your stomach, waiting to be released down her cock. “Shh,” Emily cooed as your eyes watered with the pleasure, “Tell mommy how good she makes you feel princess.” You whined out, clenching the bedsheets as your hips slammed back to meet her thrusts, desperate for more. “You’re dripping down your thigh’s princess. Does mommy make you feel good?” Emily whispered as she pressed against your stomach, the pressure causing you to jolt. “Oh fuck, mommy so good. Please make me cum for you.”

Emily obliged, her fingers toying with your clit, rolling it, and circling it as she continued to thrust into you. With a pinch to your clit, and her order “Cum for me now,” your orgasm crashed over you, you panted and squirmed as Emily flatted her hand over your pussy. “Such a good girl for me.” She groaned in your ear, feeling you dripping over her hand and strap as she pulled out of you.

You whined at the emptiness but soon she rolled you onto your back again,  thrusting into you, replacing her strap with her fingers, circling your clit with her tongue, devouring your cunt. She hummed into your cunt, causing a vibration to shoot straight through you. “Look at you, so willing you cum for me again darling.” Emily continued fingering your cunt, her long fingers filling you, gently stroking the ridges of your walls as they wrapped around her. She could tell you were close by the way your thighs began trembling under her curling fingers and wet tongue. She started to suck and nip your clit as her fingers scissored inside of you. “Oh, I’m cumming, fuck Em.” Emily sucked hard on your clit as she pressed her fingers up into the ridges of your walls. As your second orgasm racked through your body, Emily pulled her fingers from your centre,

“That’s it honey, good girl.” Emily panted as she finished guiding you through your orgasm, your cum coating her digits. “Such a good girl for me. My good girl.” Emily purred as you shook, your legs quivering below Emily’s strong gaze, as you watched her devour your essence from her fingers. Your eyes screwed shut, back arching and thighs clenching from the incessant throb from your core.

Emily loved watching you like this, so vulnerable, so susceptible, so impressionable to her every whim. She knew you would let her take you anyway and anywhere she wanted you, just a toy for her to play with, planting her fingers in your holes and fucking you dumb. Emily’s dark irises remained solely focused on your glistening core, cum leaking from your folds, your pussy plump and used.

She ran her fingers through your cunt, slightly dipping into the entrance whilst biting her lip watching you squirm as she pressed her palm over your clit, moans eliciting your mouth, whining and whimpering at the over stimulation. She admired the coating on her slender digits as she looked at you, “Such a mess, on your knees now love.” She commanded, as you tried to pull yourself up submissively.

Clearly not moving fast enough for your dominant, Emily grabbed your hair pulling you onto your knees and she shoved her digits into your awaiting mouth, “Suck,” you obeyed, holding eye contact as you bobbed your head, sucking her digits clean, just as you would her strap. “Such a good girl for mommy hmm.” She praised, her fingers tugging in your hair, “Who do you belong to slut?” She tugged tighter, raising an eyebrow, “You mommy, I’m your slut.” You whined out gagging around her fingers, your brain still hazy from the fucking, Emily had given you.

Emily slowly began to pull you back down from your orgasms, her palm gently caressing your chin as you sucked contently on her fingers, she placed a gentle kiss to your temple ensuring you felt safe, “Let me clean you up love. You did so well for me,” Emily said gently pulling her fingers free, a string of saliva still connecting them to your mouth, you bit your lip as your thighs squeezed together, “Your voracious, you know that.” She winked.

You giggled as she pushed you back onto the bed, laying you out flat, before she grabbed a clean towel, wiping you down to ensure you were comfortable as your head lulled to the side. After Emily cleaned you up she pulled you close to her side, drawing the plush duvet over both your naked frames, the skin on skin pulling you back to her.

As you lay there boneless, your thoughts drifted, to the idea of topping Emily. It was something you had though of before but never once had you acted on it. Of course, you had fucked her before; eaten her out, made her cum over your fingers, but only ever under her direction, still in your submissive role. Your gaze dropped to the thick strap, haphazardly thrown on the floor from earlier, your stomach rolling at the thoughts clouding your mind. What would it be like to make Emily fall apart, fucking into her with the strap, looking down at her, or pulling her raven locks from behind, having her ride you or even fucking her face, as tears and saliva rolled down her chin. You really were not sure you could top Emily, but the idea made my clench around nothing as she held you, softly stroking your hair, sensing your daze.

“Hey lovey, what are you thinking so hard about?” Emily questioned, slightly squeezing your waist, turning you to face her as her bare thigh slot against your core, “I know your not this wet again over nothing, I can feel your cunt clenching against my thigh.” She smirked, lifting your chin towards her eyeline. A red blush covers your cheeks as you squirm under her gaze, “What’s my pretty girl thinking about now?”

You smiled innocently, not wanting to divulge such thoughts. “Just, you Em.” She smirked, “That’s who your thinking about, not what. Now tell me pretty girl.” She commanded softly, her grip tightening on your chin as her tongue swept over her bottom lip. “Nothing really, just you know what it would be like if I was your dominant.” You hid your face, blushing profusely into Emily’s chest, desperate to avoid any eye contact.

Emily was taken back by such sincerity, the vulnerability in your voice as you expressed your post-scene thoughts. “I haven’t though about it before y/n, but I’d be willing to try, if that is something you’d like to explore once.” She guided you to look at her once more, her brown eyes searching for yours in this moment of exposure. “I don’t know if I have it in me, but I do think about it sometimes and it makes me feel all types of ways.” You giggle, pulling Emily into a soft kiss, to distract her, as you flicked the bedside light off and cuddled up for bed.

As the night continued passing touches lingered, anticipation grew, and you decided you needed her. Emily was softly snoring next to you, the rise and fall of her chest a comforting rhythm, though usually lulling you to sleep, you were restless, a possessive nature was settling over you, one you had not experienced before. You nuzzled closer to Emily placing a kiss on her forehead. “Em wake up.” You gently ran your fingers over her toned arms as she shifted towards you, her eyes fluttering open. “Something wrong sweetheart,” she spoke gently, her eyes filled with concern but soon replaced with desire as she saw the possession in yours.

You shook your head, chuckling, “No nothing wrong, just can’t sleep. I have been thinking about you, again honey.” She smiled, placing a kiss to your lips, “Anything I can help with princess.” You pushed forwards feinting dominance, “On your back, pussy spread, I want to see you, beautiful.” She took a breath, trembling and swallowing as she allowed you to take control. She needed you now, but the idea of submission was something Emily had never played with before.

You tilted her chin up a little, your gazes intertwining in reassurance, “We are in this together babe, remember. We’re exploring and finding out what we like. I am only doing this if you want me to.” She nodded, knowing the conversation all too well as one she had given to you repeatedly, instilling it into your being. “I want this my love, take control.” You had never seen Emily nervous before, so vulnerable, but she knew she was safe, and she cherished the repour you had built.

Taking your time, you memorised every inch of her being, like you had frequently before from a different angle. Emily settled in the middle of the bed, dazing longingly up at you, awaiting your commands, trying to be as pliant as she could for your first time in a dominant role. You felt exhilarated by the change in roles, but a sense of apprehension still clouded your vision.

You took in her frame once again, your focus centring on her swollen pussy, she was already soaked, “So good for me Em, soaked already.” She moaned as you drew your fingers through her cunt, before bringing her slick to your mouth, “You taste so good honey. Letting your submissive, fuck you, how does that feel?” Emily growled, her eyes darkening, you knew next time you would be punished but the opportunity was too good to pass.

Lowering yourself between her legs, your tongue flattened against her core, licking from her entrance to her clit, slightly dipping your tongue into her as she moaned. You paid attention to the sounds she elicited as your lapped at her cunt, before taking her clit into your mouth, sucking harshly as she writhed beneath you. “Please y/n more, stop teasing.” You were taken back, Emily Prentiss begging for you to touch her. “Was that you begging for me to touch you Em.” Emily gripped your hair as you looked up from between her thighs, “Hands to yourself, I’m in control.” You advised “if you want to cum you will behave you brat.” You shot a glare at her as Emily complied releasing you from her grip and settling to hold the sheets. “Say please,“ you taunted her.

“Fuck, please y/n, I need you.” Emily begged, you entered two fingers into her dripping cunt and began to fuck them into her, rubbing against her sweet spot as your tongue made circles around her clit, her hips bucking against your face as her cum dripped down your chin. As you ate her out, she was getting close, her thighs trembled and tensed, her knuckles whitening under the sheets as her grip tightened. “What do you need Em?” You asked teasingly.

“P- Please make me cum for you darling,” Emily’s eyes pleaded, glazing over with the pleasure, but you only pulled out of her cunt, slamming your fingers into her mouth instead, before grabbing the strap from the bedside cabinet and adjusting it to your waist. “On your knees.” Emily slid off the bed, shaking from the pleasure, she looked up at you submissively through her long eyelashes as you tapped her chin, “Open and suck. Get it ready for your pussy Em.” Emily’s lips parted as she took your strap in her mouth.

Your hand tangled into her hair as she bobbed her head taking more of the strap, fucking her face until spit was dripping down her chin and she began to gag. “Good girl, you suck my cock so well Em.” She smiled at you; a haze clouded her usual dominant persona, one you recognised in yourself. “On the bed, legs spread.” You pointed and guided Emily towards where you needed her. Pushing her knees to her chest you rubbed the strap through her dripping folds. “Please y/n need you in me.” She whined, as you slowly pushed into her core, stretching her out as her mouth fell agape in pleasure and her eyes rolled back.

“So good for me Em, taking me so well,” you praised, landing a slap to her ass. She moaned out as your felt her walls clench around the strap. “Good to see you like to be slapped Em.” She rolled her eyes as you smirked, before she could protest you thrust into her fast and hard, the fake veins of the strap rubbing skilfully against Emily’s walls, the tip rhythmically hitting her sweet spot. “Rub your clit, I want to see you fuck yourself over my cock.” Emily lost it, she reached down, her eyes darked and she circled her clit, looking up at you moaning, her eyes fixed on yours, knowing it would get a rise from you. “Such a little voyager, Em. Does it feel good knowing I can see your cunt being destroyed, so exposed, dripping and needy for me.” She moaned, her exhibitionist nature showing.

Her moans gained volume as you reached up tweaking her nipples, thrusting into her whilst she played with her pussy. “You can cum Em, let me see you.” You stated, pinching her nipple perfectly as you felt her clamp down on the strap, her body trembling under your control. “Hmm so good for me,” you praised, pulling out of her, “Fuck y/n baby so good.” You smirked at her worship of you. Pulling off the strap, discarding it on the floor, you knelt between her thighs, licking through her folds, savouring her taste. “You look so good beneath me Em.” You winked as she squirmed under your gaze, pushing your head away smirking.

“Okay princess, will you let me take control from now? This is new for us both and I think some aftercare would be good.” You nodded, allowing her to take back some control, knowing it would help bring her back to her usual base level. “I think we should shower Em. Let me help you wash up?” She nodded as you reached your hand out to her, she gladly accepted it as you made your way into the bathroom to shower.

Emily turned on the facet, the warm water enticing as she pulled you into it, the steam enveloping your bodies, “Thank you honey, I feel so good. I’m proud of you for telling me what you wanted earlier.” She nuzzled into you closer, your usual shyness returning as her soft breasts pushed against you, her arms draped around you under the water, “I love you Em. You’re so good to me.” She hummed satisfied, “I love you too y/n. Forever and always.”

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cw: anal (obvs), anal fingering, cunnilingus, clit stimulation, pussy is neglected😔, spit kink, strap-on sex

wc: 782

sho loves anal she told me

She’s spent an hour sucking at your swollen clit, dipping her tongue into your core, and easing her fingers into your tight ass. One by one she has slowly opened you up with her fingers, prepping you for her strap. You get nervous when you feel her fingers move, leaving you empty. At this point your pussy was dripping, your arousal was acting as lube for her. All of a sudden, you feel her tongue move downwards and she presses her flat tongue to your stretched hole.

She stands up, reaching over to the dildo laying next to you. Its size terrified you but you know she’ll take care of you. She attaches it to the harness around her hips, using her hand to spread lube all over it.

“You ready, baby?”

“Yeah, Sho,” your tone was unsure.

“Nothing to be nervous about, sweets,” her words eased your nerves a little bit. You nodded in response.

Your face contorts in discomfort when she pushes the tip in, she brings her thumb to your poor little clit. The discomfort immediately turns to pleasure, your expression changes as she continues to rub your nub.

“Biiiiiig stretch, baby, breathe for me,” as you take in a deep breath, she pushes in further. Only a couple of inches, she stops moving once you breathe out. You already feel so full, there was some pain from the stretch but it was easily overwhelmed by her constant stimulation.

“Another one,” just like last time, she eases herself in a bit more as you took a deep breath in. Just a bit more and you’ll be completely full of her, that enough was motivation to relax your body fully.

“Good girl, relaxing for me? You wanna be filled up?”

“Mhmmm,” you were nodding your head feverishly. Her hand makes its way to your mouth, opening it, and pushing her index and middle finger in. She presses them down against your tongue, forcing your mouth to open wider than it was already.

You feel her push in the rest of the way and you gasp at the feeling of her hips being right against yours, she leans down towards your open mouth. Anticipating what was about to happen, you stick your tongue out, waiting patiently. As she spits in your mouth, you moan at the feeling. She smiles and nods slowly as she watches you swallow the glob of spit.

She pulls out all the way to the tip and her thumb returns to your clit, ready to ease any pain you may feel. Sho pays attention to your expression as she pushes back in, rubbing slow circles with her thumb when she notices your face grimace. Soon enough, it no longer felt painful to have her move. It actually felt amazing.

“How you feelin’?”

It was starting to feel so good that you didn’t really know what to do with yourself, you didn’t know where to put your hands, and you didn’t know how to respond to that question.

“Hey,” your attention was brought back to the woman above you.

“How are you feeling?” She didn’t take her eyes off of you.

“Rea- really good, babe.”

“Yeah? Well that’s good,” once she hears that confirmation that’s enough for her.

She pulls out again, taking her hand away from your pussy, much to your dismay. When she pushes back in, a shiver goes up your spine. And then, she shows absolutely no mercy. She’s plunging back in and pulling out again and a tremendous rate, leaving you breathless.

After another 5 ish minutes you feel something warm in your stomach, the pleasure was overwhelming, consuming your whole body. You want to touch your clit, you want her to touch your clit, you don’t wanna cum with your pussy untouched. Unfortunately, you know that’s how tonight’s going to go.

“You’re gonna cum, aren’t you? You nasty girl,” a smirk made its way onto her face. Your eyes were rolling back and you were reaching around for something to grab, you land on pulling at the sheets.

Your orgasm was like nothing you’ve ever felt, it felt amazing but still somewhat unfinished because of her neglectful attitude towards your poor pussy. Though, even with that unfinished feeling, it fills your body with an ecstasy that has already become addictive. Your pussy was leaking, creaming around nothing and as she kept thrusting more kept spilling out of you.

She finally pulled out and watched inquisitively at your leaky pussy, entranced by the scene. She knew you wanted a proper orgasm, but she was cruel. So cruel.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” standing up and raising a hand for you to grab onto.

Omg I need soft, passionate anal I’m so cooked

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NEXT TIME

Teacher!Matt X Milf!Reader

The words ran through your head over and over again. The way Matt had subtly—yet so boldly—asked you out had left a lingering warmth in your chest all week. And now, it was Saturday.

You had dropped Eliana off with your mom earlier that afternoon, leaving you just enough time to get ready. The anticipation settled deep in your stomach as you stood in front of your mirror, adjusting the hem of your denim mini skirt. It paired perfectly with the burgundy knitted sweater you had chosen—just slightly oversized, the fabric falling effortlessly over the waistband of your skirt in a way that felt effortlessly put together.

You took your time with your hair, letting it fall just the way you liked. A little mascara, a bit of lip gloss—not too much, just enough to make you feel good. You weren’t usually one to get nervous over a date, but something about this one felt different. Maybe it was the way Matt had looked at you when he asked. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn’t been on a real date in a long time.

The café wasn’t far, so you opted to walk, letting the cool evening air settle your nerves. The streets were calm, the sun dipping just enough to paint the sky in soft oranges and pinks. The tiny bell above the café door chimed as you stepped inside, and immediately, your eyes found Matt.

And his eyes found you.

He stood up almost instinctively, a small grin tugging at his lips. He looked good—really good. A simple sweater, sleeves pushed up just enough to show off his forearms, paired with jeans that fit him just right. Casual, effortless. Just like him.

“Hey—” he started, a hint of surprise in his voice as his gaze flickered over you. “Didn’t think you’d actually come.”

You smiled, a little teasing, as you stepped closer. “Well, I did.”

Matt let out a soft chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked at you, almost like he was still trying to believe you were really standing in front of him. “Not gonna lie… kinda glad you did.”

His voice was warm, his eyes lingering on you in a way that made your heart skip just slightly.

“Well, I couldn’t leave you waiting here all alone,” you teased, slipping into the seat across from him.

Matt smirked, leaning forward slightly. “Yeah? That would’ve been pretty embarrassing for me.”

You laughed softly, feeling the ease between you two already settling in. He watched you for a moment, his gaze flickering from your face to the way your sweater casually draped over your skirt.

“You look—” he paused, shaking his head slightly before settling on his words. “Really good.”

Your cheeks warmed at the way he said it, low and soft, like it wasn’t just a compliment, but something he truly meant.

“Thanks,” you murmured, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Matt chuckled, leaning back slightly, his grin never fading. “Guess we both clean up pretty well, huh?”

The conversation flowed effortlessly, full of teasing smiles and lingering glances. Matt made you laugh more than you expected, cracking stupid little jokes that had you rolling your eyes but secretly loving every second of it.

At one point, he reached for his coffee, and his fingers accidentally brushed against yours on the table. You both froze for half a second before he smirked, leaving his hand there just a moment longer than necessary before pulling away.

By the time you both had finished your drinks, the café had started to empty out, the warm glow from the hanging lights giving the night an almost cinematic feel.

Matt stretched his arms over his head before standing up. “Alright, Y/N. Where to now?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? You have more planned?”

He shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Nah, but since we both walked here… I figured I’d walk you home.”

You felt your stomach flip at the thought. “That’s sweet of you, Matt.”

He gave you a teasing look. “What, you thought I’d just let you walk alone at night? C’mon, I’m a gentleman.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you both stepped outside. The air was a little cooler now, but not enough to be uncomfortable. You walked side by side, your hands occasionally brushing as you strolled down the quiet streets.

Matt glanced at you, a thoughtful look on his face. “So… can I ask you something?”

You hummed, tilting your head up at him. “Of course.”

He hesitated for just a second before speaking. “When was the last time you went on a real date?”

You let out a soft laugh, looking down at the sidewalk as you thought about it. “Honestly? It’s been a while.”

Matt’s lips quirked up. “Really? That surprises me.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

He shrugged, shoving his hands into his pockets. “I just… I don’t know. You’re beautiful, you’re fun, you’re easy to talk to. Feels like guys should be lining up for a chance to take you out.”

Your cheeks flushed at his words, but you kept your tone playful. “Well, if they are, they must be really bad at making plans.”

Matt laughed at that, shaking his head. “Guess I’m lucky I got here first, then.”

You felt your heart flutter at the way he said it.

When you reached your door, you turned to face him, suddenly realizing you didn’t want the night to end just yet.

“Thanks for walking me home,” you said softly.

Matt smiled, his eyes locked on yours. “Anytime.” He paused, as if debating something, before finally speaking. “Maybe next time… this doesn’t have to be casual?”

Your breath caught for just a second before a small smile crept onto your lips.

“Maybe,” you murmured, tilting your head slightly. “Guess we’ll have to see.”

Matt chuckled, his gaze flickering between your eyes and your lips for a brief moment before he took a step back. “Alright, Y/N. Get inside before I find another excuse to keep you out here all night.”

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you turned to unlock your door. Just as you pushed it open, you glanced back at him. “Goodnight, Matt.”

“Goodnight, Y/N,” he murmured, still watching you with that boyish grin.

As you stepped inside and closed the door behind you, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding.

Matt had just left you standing there, heart racing, wondering what would happen next.

A/N- the last two things i wrote were from last night bro. i went to bed till 3:00 AM so that’s fun.

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Loser Lesbian Ellie Williams x Mean Girl Reader pt 4

CHAPTER FOUR

Ellie’s home is the complete opposite to yours. Where you live in a trailer park without a front or back yard, neighbors on every side of you, the whole place a mess except for your sanctuary of a room, Ellie lives on a ranch. It’s cozy, the house itself is older, brick, and painted in warm, deep red colors, and the acres of land surrounding it are green, heavily wooded, and covered in wild flowers. You spot a little brood of chickens around a light blue coop (the same blue as Ellie’s eyes), and a reddish horse is roaming around the fields.

Your heart aches with jealousy over this life Ellie fucking Williams gets to live.

You took an Uber here, even though Dina gave you the option about getting a ride in her car. It’s odd how nice she is to you despite the dozens of times you’ve made mean quips about her dumb skinny jeans. The drive was a slow, torturous session filled with both dread and anticipation. You want to see what Ellie’s life is like, the insider edition on this absolute nerd and who has raised her to be so… unique, to put it nicely. You are at her house afterall, you’ve got to be kinder than usual. The walk up to her front porch is even longer than the drive you took to get here. Your stomach has stayed sunken down into a pit, your head feels light.

All of this because of Ellie?

You quickly decide that you can’t let her get to you this much, to the point that your skin feels hot, which is what leads you to slamming your fist against the front door a few times in rapid succession, closing your eyes tightly as you wait for someone to answer. Will it be Dina? Riley? Ellie? Whatever parent she lives with? You really hope it’s not a parent, that would just send you and your anxiety about this whole situation over the edge.

Thankfully, it's not a parent that opens the great big oak door for you. But it is in fact Ellie. You step back, looking at her as she stands in the doorway, staring at you. Her eyes are wide, as if she’s surprised that you showed up despite being invited. Since school, she’s taken off her grey flannel and is just in her jeans and t-shirt, which unfortunately has revealed her toned arms. She’s not grossly muscular or anything, she’s strong from heavy labor on the farm, the kind of work that makes someone sweat and groan with the stress of having dozens of pounds held in their arms. The very thought of Ellie doing that makes you feel strange. Maybe it’s because she’s so weird that the image of her doing something like that seems wrong. Maybe it’s because you have a thing for muscular arms.

You won’t allow yourself to think it’s for the second reason.

“Um, hi,” Ellie says softly, looking right at you. You look her up and down quickly, trying to make it unnoticeable. It becomes obvious though when your eyes still on her feet which are clad in Marvel socks that look like they’re from the little boys section at Target.

“Nice socks, Williams. Never in a million years would I have guessed that you’re a Marvel fan,” You drawl at her, your tone dripping with intense sarcasm. Duh, she’s a Marvel fan. All it takes is one look at her to figure that out.

“Shut up,” She says, stepping out of the doorway and letting me into the house. “Dina picked up milk shakes. I hope you like vanilla, cause that’s what’s left of them.” She shuts the door behind you, loudly, as you look around her house. It’s large, open. The limited walls make the home feel so welcoming, like it was made to be filled with people for Saturday dinner parties that make the house smell like chili and cinnamon. There’s windows everywhere, and leather couches lining the walls of a massive living room. Despite the pure size of the place, it still feels cozy.

“I’m more of a strawberry girl,” You shrug at her back as you follow her down a hallway. The house is ranch-style, so there’s no stairs. At least there’s one similarity between the place she lives and where you live.

Ellie sighs. “Of course you are,” She pads down the hallway like a cat, and you watch her lazy, calm strides. She walks differently here than she does at school. She just exudes more confident energy, almost like she’s not the same person. But no, she’s still and always will be Ellie to you. Nerdy, unfortunately funny, oddly talented Ellie.

Her bedroom is almost exactly the way you’d pictured it before. Not that you’ve pictured her bedroom. There’s posters covering every inch of the dark blue walls. They all picture obscure movies only she watches, or her ‘underground’ bands, there’s a few anime posters which makes you laugh under your breath, and some little sketches of her own. You can tell because you’ve spent all of high school teasing her about the action comics she draws in class. They’re not bad, you’ll give her that much. Her bed is a complete mess of blankets and sheets and pillows, even stuffed animals. From your spot in her doorway, you can make out a duck, a tiger, and a moose. They all look well-loved and old, like she’s kept them from her childhood. Your eyes travel upwards towards the TV mounted on the wall, right over a dresser which holds many controllers and a PlayStation. Typical. Tucked in the corner of her rather large bedroom next to a record player is an acoustic guitar, and based on your limited musical knowledge, it's a nice one. Seated next to each other on the floor, staring up at you, is Dina and Riley. You wave hello to them, mustering up your sweetest smile.

“Hey Y/N,” Dina smiles back. “Milkshake? Hope you don’t mind vanilla.” She holds up a milkshake in a Dairy Queen cup for you, which you take with a mumbled ‘thank you so much’. You usually eat and drink very healthy in order to maintain your picture-perfect self, but you’re a sucker for anything that has ice cream in it.

Riley doesn’t acknowledge your presence, which is odd since you’ve barely made any remarks about her.

You and Ellie end up sitting next to each other, sipping milkshakes (hers is chocolate) and discussing plans for the film. You end up agreeing to be the actress for the film, but very begrudgingly after lots of convincing from all three girls. The film in question is now officially about an apocalypse that has been caused by a weird mushroom infection that you don’t fully understand. It’s a nerdy concept, and you are not the target audience for it.

You watch Ellie animatedly discussing the virus, occasionally scribbling words and images down in her torn up, overfilled notebook with a mechanical pencil. She gets so overexcited about the concept that her arm flings outwards, in your direction, and it slams into the remainder of your milkshake. With the thought of saving your over-expensive clothes from sticky ice cream, you fall backwards to escape her misdirected arm, and in her rush to grab the milkshake before it falls-

Ellie ends up tumbling right on top of you.

You both grunt as she collides into you, her weight resting completely on your body, which is not exactly comfortable. But she’s warm, her skin is soft, and her eyes are staring directly into yours. You stare back, entranced by the pure blue of them. Your chest rises and falls against hers, hearts beating much too close together. Your legs are locked with hers somehow, despite how un-dramatic the fall was. You are still completely and totally entwined with Ellie Williams.

“Um, I…” She trails off and slowly lifts herself off your body with her frustratingly toned and tanned arms that you can’t seem to tear your gaze away from.

Suddenly, you both snap out of whatever trance you had gotten into. Ellie coughs, a fake cough, and rolls off you, ending up on her back, gazing at the ceiling. You sit up and brush off your clothes eliminating all traces of the girl.

“That was awkward as fuck,” Riley says, pointing out the extremely obvious.

“Wow, thanks for the observation,” Dina laughs at her. Ellie says nothing, her eyes remained trained on the ceiling. And your eyes remain glued to her.

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Everyone got tired of planning for the film pretty quickly, and you’ve all fallen into comfortable conversation. Even you have joined in, cracking a few jokes as if you have been friends with these three girls for years. Ellie has remained quieter, but she’s spoken to you multiple times.

You’re enjoying spending time with her, which is something you didn’t know was possible.

Currently, Dina is begging Ellie to play the guitar. “Please Els! You’re so good, everyone has to know how talented you are!” She pleads.

“Um, no. Not everyone,” Ellie mumbles, glancing at the instrument.

“Yes everyone!” Dina clasps her hands together and kneels before her best friend. “Please!”

“Yeah, come on,” I tilt my head at her, smiling a real smile. “I want to hear you play. Els.” When the nickname falls from my lips, Ellie’s cheeks turn a deep, dark maroon shade of red. I keep smiling at her. I can see the panic in her face.

“I- um, I guess that I could. If you, like, really want me to,” She says, staring at me with a breathless expression on her face.

“Mhm. I really do want you to.”

“Fuck,” She mutters, but nevertheless, she grabs her guitar and tunes it quickly with nimble, long fingers. I find my gaze lingering on them for a little too long. Whatever nerdy girlfriend she’s managed to get in the past must’ve been very happy with those hands.

You want to slap yourself for even thinking that.

Still, you watch in awe as Ellie begins to play something on her guitar, her brow furrowed in focus. Your lips fall open into a little ‘o’ shape, shocked that Ellie has been withholding this talent from you. Why would she have it to you in the past, though, knowing that you would probably just make fun of her and call her a wanna-be-John-Denver or something.

But now? After having genuine conversations with her and getting a little too close for comfort, the only thing that falls from your mouth is: “Woah, Ellie. You’re really good.”

She blushes a little and mumbles a thank you, too focused to respond. You watch her fingers skillfully strum the strings of her guitar, and you swallow hard, still thinking about what other things she might be good at with hands like those. You don’t mean to think about that, but you just can’t help it!

The rest of the song is a blur of pretty music, your gaze lingering on her hands, and a few more praises from you about how talented she is.

“I told you!” Dina says, grinning once Ellie is done.

“Good job Els,” Riley says. She’s been the most hostile to you today, and you don’t quite understand why. You’ve been nothing but nice to her today! But you divert your attention back to Ellie, who you want to focus on anyways.

“Yeah that was… it was really amazing,” You tell her, your face feeling hot. You stare at her, and she stares back, her blue eyes blinking at you as she looks at you with confusion at why you're being so kind to her.

The truth is, you’re being kind to her because you no longer feel the need to be cruel.

Saldy, the night must come to an end and you have to leave. Ellie walks you to the door, only looking up at you to bid you goodbye. “Bye, Y/N, thanks for coming over. It was… it was really nice, actually.” She looks happy to be speaking to you.

“Yeah, your house is amazing and, well, so are you I guess,” The compliment slips out and you both freeze. You? Calling her amazing? “Okay I’m leaving! See you tomorrow!” You squeak out and hop into your Uber so fast that you stumble on the gravel driveway of the property, which Ellie notices and giggles about. Your face is hot with embarrassment.

In the Uber, you have a very uncomfortable realization: Just like how your legs were tangled together when she fell on top of you, you and Ellie Williams are becoming much more tangled together than you ever wanted to be, and you don’t know if you’re ever going to escape the feelings starting to grow inside of you.

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hiiii cuties! chapter four is so fun and exciting to me i hope you love it!!

omg chapter 4 already? yes! i have gone from reading fics until midnight to writing them until midnight.

a few things:

the relationship between the two is actually going to progress from now on, so don’t worry about things being super slow

the support from you all is making me so happy thank you! 💗

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@vahnilla @elliesngirl @naniiiii12 @liztreez @macaroni676

[playdat]

the Salesman × Blind wife

꣑୧ — 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: He was busy at work when his phone buzzed—her name glowing on the screen.

There is no part 2 ★ __________________________________________________________________________________

The air was thick with tension. He had been working, as usual—calm, controlled, with nothing seeming out of place. But something gnawed at the back of his mind, a primal instinct that told him something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t paranoia; it was simply the awareness he had cultivated over years of being in dangerous situations. And now, it had turned into a cold certainty.

He could feel their presence before he even saw them. They had been following him for a while—two men, keeping their distance, blending in with the crowds but never truly leaving his side. They weren’t doing anything overtly suspicious, but the fact that they were walking in step behind him for blocks wasn’t coincidental. They were following him.

He didn’t break his stride. He knew better than to confront them too soon. He continued walking, letting them think he hadn't noticed, His eyes narrowed as he turned a corner, carefully making sure they stayed in his peripheral vision. He could tell they were amateurs, trying to make him feel nervous or suspicious, but they didn’t know who they were dealing with.

He led them on for several blocks, purposefully allowing them to follow, until he reached a dimly lit alleyway, tucked away from prying eyes. A perfect place for what he had in mind.

The first man made a move—reaching into his coat, likely going for a weapon. But he was too slow. The Salesman grabbed his wrist in a blur of motion, twisting it until the sound of bone cracking echoed in the quiet alley. The man’s breath hitched in shock, but before he could scream, the Salesman shoved him hard against the brick wall.

The second man, now aware of the danger, rushed forward in a panic, but his efforts were futile. The Salesman was faster, more efficient. A quick strike to his gut left him gasping for air, unable to move as the first man crumpled to the ground.

He dragged them to one of his many houses, one that was used for moments like this—places where business could be handled without any interruptions. He tied them to chairs in the dimly lit room, their heads still spinning from the beating. They were too disoriented to speak, too frightened to resist.

He stood before them, his face cold, devoid of any emotion.

"Let's play a game," he said in a calm, almost bored voice, pulling a gun from his belt.

"Only one of you can win."

He loaded the gun slowly, savoring the tension in the air. The men stared at him in horror.

"The name of the game is: rock, paper, scissors. I believe both of you know the rules," he continued, his voice smooth and steady.

He inserted a single bullet into the chamber, spun the barrel with a practiced flick of his wrist, then held the gun up to his head. His finger hovered over the trigger, his expression unreadable. "Let's see what happens next," he murmured.

The first pull of the trigger echoed through the room—but nothing. No shot.

He let out a whistle, lowering the gun as he smiled at them. "See? Easy."

The men sat frozen, terrified. It wasn’t relief they felt—no, it was only fear. They knew what would happen if they lost.

They could sense that their lives were no longer in their own hands.

"Now let’s play," the salesman said again, his voice turning cold as he placed the gun in the center of their sickening game.

"Rock. Paper. Scissors."

The game began. Each man took their turn. The tension thickened. Each time, the salesman put the gun to the loser’s head, pulled the trigger... and again, nothing.

"Lucky, aren’t we?" he said with a smirk.

"Let’s continue."

Another round. More anticipation. The men were a mess, their eyes wide with fear, barely able to breathe as the salesman continued his twisted game.

"again."

The man on the left lost. The fear in his eyes was evident, his chest rising and falling rapidly as panic set in. The Salesman raised the gun once more, his expression still unreadable, and placed it gently on the man’s temple.

“Please,” the man begged, his voice a quiver of desperation, but the Salesman didn’t respond. Instead, he pressed the trigger again.

Click.

Nothing.

The man was shaking now, his hands bound to the chair, his whole body trembling. The Salesman stepped back, his smile growing, savoring the fear that radiated off the man.

“Lucky, aren’t we?” the Salesman said, a twisted amusement in his voice. “Let’s continue.”

Another round. Rock, paper, scissors.

Gun to the head. Pressing the trigger.

Click.

Still nothing. The tension was mounting now, palpable in the air. The game had become more than just a game. It had become a test, a cruel reminder of how easily their lives could be snuffed out.

“This is getting boring,” the Salesman said after a moment. He took a deep breath, almost sighing, before adding, “Let’s add more, shall we?”

He slid three bullets into the revolver, taking his time, savoring the moment. The men were sweating now, unable to break free of their restraints, their bodies still trembling from the terror they had endured so far.

Rock, paper, scissors.

He raised the gun again, this time pointing it directly at the man’s head, the pressure of the trigger heavy under his finger. He was about to pull it when—

His phone rang.

For a split second, time seemed to freeze.

The sound of the ringing phone filled the silence, cutting through the tension like a knife. The Salesman’s eyes flicked to the screen, and for a brief moment, his expression softened. The number on the display was unmistakable.

It was his wife.

His heart dropped. The two men in front of him suddenly seemed insignificant. They could wait.

He glanced back at the two men, his gaze dark and threatening, warning them without words not to make a sound. The men, still bound and vulnerable, froze in terror.

he answered the phone. "Yes, my dear?" His voice, though he tried to control it, had softened when he spoke to her.

The voice on the other end was weak, strained. “Hey, dear... so this morning, I kind of fell out and hurt my knee. It’s nothing serious, but it’s starting to hurt, and... I was just wondering when you’ll be coming home?”

The Salesman’s heart skipped a beat. His world shifted for a moment, the coldness of the room fading into something else entirely. His thoughts were no longer on the men before him but on her—the one person who still had the power to make him feel human.

His chest tightened. He felt the coldness of the room press against him. He immediately switched gears, his protective instincts flaring. How? When? Where did it happen? he asked urgently, his eyes never leaving the two men in front of him.

"I’ll be back soon, my dear. Don’t move too much, okay?"

He spoke softly into the phone, trying not to let his rising panic show. The men before him were still tied up, sweating, watching him closely as he silently threatened them with just his gaze.

"Alright, and I’m sorry for calling you while you’re working..."

His heart skipped. He could hear the guilt in her voice, and it made him want to rush home even faster. He had to fight the rising concern flooding his chest.

"Oh, darling, don’t say that. You can call me anytime, you know that. I’m always here for you." He paused, his voice more tender now, his words laced with affection. "I love you."

And just like that, everything else faded away. His heart ached, his thoughts consumed with her safety.

After a moment, he ended the call, throwing the phone onto the table with a soft clatter.

“Looks like we have to finish this quickly,” he said, his voice ice-cold once more.

“I have no interest in wasting my time here.”

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@dyingswanpavlova @preppyfella @mskiabbs @muchwita

[eydilily]

For the reqs, any pearls or gems ? I love them in your style <33

a gem and a pearl! <3

[alkallier]

Mini Comic-cover snippet for @prlssprfctn story

[kamapon]

Mersault break, behind the scenes 🤭

[bizarrelittlemew]

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[rudyklownn]

fords conflicting shoulder bills

[0-cloud-puff-0]

Fanart for @morningstarwrites ‘s latest oneshot!: Rest for the Wicked

I love this fic smmmm!!! Can’t wait for next Friday!

[eemamminy-art]

My half of an art trade I did with @fuerrziah !! :3 The softest guys ever 😊

[personalshredder]

the most canon accurate I've ever drawn them

[eighttalestale]

A totally not belated birthday gift for my amazing friend @achirding ❤️⚔️🖤

[little-red-fool]

Can you draw some doodles of true form haarlep? Maybe first meeting Raphael or smth if u want. XD

The real reason Raphael asks Haarlep to take his form.

[oobbbear]

Song bird and the Rat Part 2

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