i'm sorry i need this whole thing here i've been screaming the whole episode, their relationship is so special to me

I love knowing mommy pleasures herself thinking about her pretty girl. I just want her to feel good. So good… I’m sickkk~

i want nonsexual dominance from a woman so bad

her guiding me around with her hand on the small of my back or wrapped around my waist

grabbing my chin forcing me to look into her eyes

saying things like

“dont worry, mommy will handle it”

“come here, sweet girl”

“be a good girl for me bunny”

“did you eat for mommy today?”

➵ MAKE A MESS : e.prentiss

Emily drops to her knees like it is instinct. Like gravity pulled her there. She does not touch you yet. She just stares. Eyes dark and blown wide, chest rising too fast, hands hovering uselessly at her sides like she is afraid she might scare you away if she moves too quickly.

You spread your legs for her slowly. Deliberately. Letting her see everything.

Your pussy is already wet, lips swollen and flushed, slick glistening between the folds. The skin is sensitive, almost aching, clit peeking out and twitching when the air hits it. There is a faint sheen of arousal that catches the light, a thin trail of wetness slipping down toward your ass. Emily makes a broken sound in her throat when she sees it.

“Oh my god,” she whispers. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

manifesting a lesbian who wants me in 2026

Older women with an unchecked god complex who is a little bit mean to me, but also I'm her special pet, and she buys me lots of little treats or whatever...

Crash

Summary: An accident pulls you and Melissa further into each other’s orbit.

Chapter: 1/4

Can femme older women just slide into my DMs alreadyyy

Don't mind me, just thinking about the song She Used to be Mine from Waitress and Emily Prentiss looking back at her life

she heals way too dang fast

(jealous agatha heh heh)

no lookie

I like making christmas sad so now I'm imagining emily spending her first christmas in London alone, her family in another country and so she sits in her quiet apartment with a glass of whiskey and pictures of the last christmas she'd spent with them and music playing in the background so she isn't left alone with her thoughts

𝕷𝖎𝖙𝖙𝖑𝖊 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗

🅺🅸🅽🅺🆃🅾🅱🅴🆁 🄳🄰🅈 2 🅺🅸🅽🅺🆃🅾🅱🅴🆁

Warnings: Prompt - Coming Untouched + AgePlay + Kidnapping / DarkFic🔪 /{Agatha&Reader}/ Forced Intimacy / Fire / Past Domestic Abuse and Family Violence for Reader / Burning Flesh / Stockholm Syndrome / Yandere / Forced Age Regression / Reader Magic Arsonist/ Urinating yourself kink / Humping / Murder / 18+

ok, no hate to any of the cm characters but can we just take a moment to talk about all the times the bau needed to get a male suspect/unsub to crack or talk and they’d send emily in to flirt with him/use her looks/charm to get him to fold and once emily became unit chief she never ever made any female agent do that because maybe it made her feel uncomfortable and trapped and she never wanted another agent to have to go through that

and how when she does the mommy scene with Benjamin in evolution—because at that point it’s a conditioned response in her to do that— Bailey telling her NOT to was probably the only time she was told that by a male agent

again, no hate towards Hotch or any other character in criminal minds, I’m just mentioning something I’d noticed

You insist it’s just stress, until Melissa sees the truth. Confronted with a relapse you don’t know how to stop, she steps in with steady hands, tough love, and a promise to stay, no matter how hard recovery gets.

content warnings: ED relapse, disordered eating behaviors, emotional distress, guilt/shame, mental health, comfort focused confrontation.

A/N: This fic centers on support, care, and nonjudgmental comfort. There are no graphic descriptions, numbers, or instructional details. Recovery is portrayed as ongoing, imperfect, and compassionate. This piece is very self-indulgent and written as a way for me to cope. I am not, and never will be, pro–ED. This is something I’ve lived with for over 17 years, and I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy.

Please take care of yourself and don’t read if this is a topic you’re not comfortable engaging with. Thank you.