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cottoncandytomu · 1 year

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Lesbihonest Here~

We all know Abby just wants to be loved and I can see her crumbling when you praise and worship her. You make damn sure to let her know how much you love it too. 

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(Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader) (Nothin but smut under here so 18+ and MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!! - Oral F! Abby Receiving/Reader Giving, Praise, light cursing)

New Fic! 🥰🥰 Dark! Abby Anderson x Reader

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“God you’re so fuckin’ beautiful Abby~” You moan as you kiss your way up her thighs to the one place she craves for you the most. 

Her breathy moans fill your ears, and it goes straight to your heat, nothing is more pleasing than satisfying her. To hear her beautiful sounds and be able to witness her twitch and shiver with pleasure. You continue kissing her inner thighs, leaving bite marks and red spots in your wake. 

“I love pleasing you.” You bite down hard on her thigh causing her to gasp, “love seeing ya under me like this.” You kiss the bite mark softly. 

“Fuck- please…” She breathes out. 

“Please what?” You smirk, needing to hear her say it out loud. 

“P-Please touch me.” Her face is a bright red from your teasing, a sight you’ll never get tired of. 

“Touch you where hmm? Here?” You ask dipping your head down to plant a kiss on her clit. 

This causes her to jump, letting out the cutest squeal. You chuckle and let your tongue roll out and lick from her hole to her bud, her juices coating your tongue. 

“Ah- fuck, yes please do that.” 

Her hands bunch up the sheets under her, her muscles flexing at the action. She’s shining from the gleam of sweat she’s produced from your teasing alone. There truly isn’t a prettier sight than this. 

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me Princess, you’re so fuckin’ perfect for me.” 

You start to work your tongue through her folds, she’s mumbling incoherent words whilst arching her back at your ministrations on her cunt. You lay your palm onto her inner thigh to keep her legs open, your other hand reaching up to lace your fingers in hers. 

You pull your head back slightly and meet her eyes, “Don’t hold back love, you’re doing so good. Now look into my eyes I want to see you break for me~” 

Her eyes roll back at your words as you delve into her delight once more, knowing this is going to be a long pleasurable night ahead of you two. 

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I am such a slut for submissive Abby. 

BUT OMF this is my first little drabble on this account and I’m on the VERGE OF TEARS bc I’ve had writers block for fuckin years now. So, it’s nice to finally say I finished something. If you beauties enjoyed it, please let me know!! And I welcome any constructive criticism, I truly want to better my writing. OKAY THANKS!! Dkfsjflk

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saintslewis · 27 days

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Nadia mf Hamilton everyone!!!

#☆ ‧₊˚ saint’s media pen #i love this woman so much #here’s uncle waffles 🤭

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stick3rbatz · 3 months

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what the fuck is a bive

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dandrew-stuff · 1 month

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Here is : Talking About The Dead: Part 2

Danai and Yvette Nicole Brown take a deep dive into episode 4 of The Ones Who Live and answer some of your burning questions❤️‍🔥

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#Instagram #danai gurira #yvette nicole brown #michonne #rick grimes #richonne #the walking dead #andrew lincoln #twd the ones who live #towl promo #towl #Danai talking about episode 4 #I love this woman so much #Look at my cutie pie

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mouse-of-dimitrescu · 3 months

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Gwendoline Christie's whole life is an art.

#i love this woman so much

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reginageorgescloset · 13 days

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#renee rapp #i love this woman so much #this was me after kesha came on stage i was not expecting that

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amanda-tapping-ripples · 11 months

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Amanda Tapping at Fedcon 2023

Stop deflecting compliments by making jokes, Amanda :) We mean it :) You are light and you are amazing.

#amanda tapping #thanks so much to whoever said that to her #I wish I had the courage to just tell her stuff like that #I get so nervous and so self-conscious #and get afraid that I might just sound exaggerating #even if I totally mean it #from the bottom of my heart #I love this woman so much #because I owe her so incredibly much #and I'll never be able to pay it back #ray of sunshine #light indeed #I'll stop rambling #gif set #mine #fedcon

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hunkjodiefoster · 1 month

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Jodie Foster for Elle Magazine January 2024

#jodie foster #i love this woman so much #nyad #true detective night country #actress #legend of hollywood #taxi driver #contact #lgbtq #lgbtqia #gay icons

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cereal-before-milk · 2 years

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VAGINAS AND JAPAN

What would happen if in a country like Japan, which has a festivity on phallic symbols (Kanamara Matsuri), a woman decides to exhibit art whose main concept is the vagina? Maybe you already know the answer or you can imagine it or maybe not, anyway this is what happened to Megumi Igarashi, a mangaka, artist, sculptor, feminist and activist, whose mission is to free Manko.

❀ MEGUMI IGARASHI

also known by her stage name Rokudenashiko, which means good for nothing, she was born in Shizuoka prefecture, Japan, on March 14, 1972. Unlike her sister, who was a perfect girl, Megumi wasn't a good student, wasn't even good at sports and wasn't a very formal girl either. Igarashi was also bullied, although she was so insensitive that didn't even realize she was being bullied. In 1990 she moved to Tokyo to study philosophy at Kokugakuin University. Shortly after graduating in 1994, she began to devote herself to manga, even winning an award from the Kodansha publishing house in 1998. Making manga made her less and less excited due to the competitiveness, but Igarashi found a refuge in experience reporting manga or of reality (taiken rupo).

In 2002 Megumi got married so she began to introduce her sexual experiences into her works. She created a manga about infidelities (something that happened in their marriage on both sides) and as the society in which she lives they only get angry with women and men are usually forgiven, but very few people in Japan managed it understand, so didn't have many sales. When discussing her sexual experiences, she realized that no female mangaka drew pussys. Megumi says that all the feminist artists' portraits of vaginas she had seen were sad and dark, showing how difficult it is to be a woman, but she wanted to show a more cheerful and colorful vision of the vagina and make it a pop icon, just like the penis in her country.

Igarashi had a complex about her own vagina, as she had never seen another one before and thought her might be abnormal. More or less there came the idea of starting to make molds and art on her vulva. At first the artist was a bit cautious, but when she started receiving a lot of negative reviews and comments like "you must be a really horny girl", she jumped at the idea of dedicating herself to making art with her manko (Japanese slang for refer to vagina).

Megumi wants women to be able to talk about their pussy freely. "Most Japanese women have been brainwashed by their parents since they were children to think that their body, especially their vagina, is obscene. Boys are allowed to talk about the penis easily, even in public, but girls are not allowed. Parents forbid it. I think it leads women to think that our sexual organs are shameful and dirty. If women had more freedom to talk about their vagina, they could ask to use a condom, discuss sexual illnesses, their problems, etc. without being embarrassed, since people feel uncomfortable just hearing man(ko), but the same doesn't happen when they hear the word penis". Verbatim words from her blog 6d745.

❀ MANKO ART

As I said before the main theme of Rokudenashiko's art is her Manko. With that idea always being the center of her artistic concept, she has designed a lot of objects from necklaces, bracelets, to cell phone covers or even a remote-controlled robot.

Within her art collection in 2011 a series was born that she calls Deco-man, which is a play on words between decoration and manko. It basically consists of making molds of her vagina, decorating them and turning them into dioramas where her vagina is subtly camouflaged, like on that golf course or on the moon.

Her star work is a 2 meter Kayak called Pussy Boat. She even cost her freedom to carry it out.

And how can we forget about Manko-chan, her beloved pop icon. A very striking figure with a funny (obviously) slightly anthropomorphic pussy shape that has a manga and a lot of merchandising such as: floats, clothes, figures of different colors, plushies, etc.

She also organizes workshops for women who are interested in learning more about their vagina. And they don't need to bring materials, since Megumi prepares everything.

❀ HOW DID SHE BECOME AN ALLEGED CRIMINAL?

In July 2014, the mangaka was arrested at her home and all her works were seized for violating Japanese law against obscenity. It all begins in 2013 when she wants to raise money through crowdfunding to carry out her star work, a Kayak (pussy boat) with which to take walks.

To all the people who contributed to the project, she sent the data of her vagina so that they could make the 3D project, but despite the fact that it was something artistic / for work, it violated the laws of obscenity, since in Japan it is forbidden to share your private parts. Obviously, Igarashi didn't think her detention was fair at all, since sharing data isn't obscene at all. "My vagina is no different from my legs or my arms," She claimed to the police. And of course it was not fair at all, since the police and the press, from a corrupt system, violated her rights and criminalized Megumi for an act that she didn't even initially have, political, vindictive and far from obscene intentions.

She spent 10 days in jail, during which time a total of 21,000 signatures were collected online to drop the charges against Megumi, and a week later she was released. But on December 3 of that same year, she was arrested again along with Minori Watanabe, a feminist writer and sex shop owner, for displaying an "obscene" object, a plaster replica of Pussy Boat, in Watanabe's store. (everything in a sex shop could be considered obscene, don't bother). On December 24, Igarashi was charged with "exhibition of obscenity", "electromagnetic obscenity recording" and "distribution of electromagnetic obscenity recording medium" and was finally released on bail on the 26th. In 2015 the trials took place to declare her guilty or not guilty.

A couple of curiosities that I have read on her Twitter is that of the 3 judges of the supreme court who handled her case over the years, all were men and in Japan there are also women in the supreme court and also that since she was bored between trial and trial looked for a part-time job.

*a part is not guilty* Photograph: Kazuhiro Nogi

In 2016 she was found not guilty, because as the Kayak had such a striking decoration and color it was difficult to relate it to a pussy. She still had to pay a fine of ¥400,000 (€2,800 / $3,100) for having shared her vagina data and everything that the police had seized from her was returned and Megumi was finally able to navigate her kayak.

Had she been found guilty, she would have faced 2 years in prison and a fine of ¥2.5 million ($19,400/€18,000), a disproportionate punishment considering what she did. In 2021 Megumi Igarashi could already breathe without worry since she had her last trial (she could still have gone to jail), she paid the fine and is finally free. But not everything was a punishment for Igarashi, thanks to the fact that her case went viral and reached many parts of the world, Mike Scott, singer and guitarist of The Waterboys, became interested in her, he is currently her husband and they both had a son. So for Megumi being arrested became a kind of Tinder.

❀ WHAT IS OBSCENITY? 2016

French edition/ spanish edition

Megumi Igarashi narrates in this manga a bit of her life, everything that led her to make art with her vagina, the days she was in prison and the injustices and absurd situations she has experienced.

Obscenity is full of very interesting reflections on the female body and why it is considered obscene. Spoiler alert: because the man only sees them as a sexual object, but Rokudenashiko proves that it is just another body part. "They can be erotic, but they can also be funny, empowering or adorable."

The manga It a strong criticism of Japanese society, although it can also be applied to many others (I think the whole world shares taboos towards the vagina, maybe not in the same way, but in essence). This criticizes hypocrisy, since of course penises and vaginas are not the same, but not only in form and function but also because of how they are treated/represented in society. Megumi questions the reason for this, because the vagina is disgusting and is never portrayed, why it is talked about with disgust or even it seems as if it is forbidden to talk about it because it generates rejection and yet the same thing doesn't happen with the penis.

A couple of details that catch my attention is how the "Good for nothing" hides her anger with humor. In fact, humor is also used to cover up situations of criticism and injustice and thereby demonstrate the strength of the author, she applied the best way to laugh rather than cry. The other detail is how she never gives a conclusion. This manga that borders on the documentary, doesn't have absolute answers, only guidelines through personal experiences so that you can draw your own conclusions and be more or less on her side. She doesn't try to force you to have her same ideals.

What is Obscenity? is an excellent choice if you want to eliminate the taboos that your society has put in your head about the pussy, see the vagina with different eyes, normalize it, appreciate it much more and turn it into something pop.

Just say thank you Megumi Igarashi and FREE MANKO! <3

#feminist #feminism #Megumi igarashi #Rokudenashiko #free manko #3d art #japan #manga #manga recommendation #I love this woman so much

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rustyzebra · 1 year

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She Has Me Whipped

NSFW! NO MINORS PLEASE

AN: Howdy y'all, This was heavily inspired by this one picture of Paget. Please be gentle. I haven't written in a while.

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TW: Slight spanking, slight degradation, praise

Summary: You helped Emily move her things after coming back from London. You wanted to borrow a sweater but ended up finding something you probably shouldn't have.

"Hey, thanks for coming over and helping me move," Emily says while carrying boxes through the door of her new apartment. You follow her shortly after. "No worries, Em, I'm just happy you're back. Emily has recently returned from London to take over for Hotch. You missed her dearly these past years that she's been abroad.

You made the long-distance "relationship" work, though you both never made it official. Now that she's back, it may end up happening eventually.

"Where do you want this tote, Em?" Finally, bringing in the last of her things. She glances over to see the box you were holding before answering. "That one can go in the bedroom." Nodding, you walked off. You looked around her new bedroom after placing the box on the floor. The movers moved the bed and big furniture early this morning; she's lucky she doesn't have to sleep on the floor. You chuckled, thinking to yourself.

You walk into the living room to see Emily on her phone. Looking up, she flashes you a smile. "How about we order something to eat before unpacking the essentials?” "Sure! I'm starving." Sitting on the lone couch while you waited for Emily to place the order. Emily walked over to the sofa and plopped herself beside you.

"I missed you so much, Em." You said while leaning your head to rest on her shoulder. Emily leaned down and placed a kiss on the crown of your head. "I missed you too, sweet girl." She mumbled into your hair. Both of you stayed cuddled up together until a knock at the door broke your little trance.

Emily begrudgingly got up off the couch to grab the food. After joining you back on the sofa, she handed you the takeout container and plastic cutlery from the bag. "Sorry, I haven't unpacked any plates or cutlery yet," “Don’t be sorry, Em, you just moved.” You said as you finally brought some food to your mouth. You were looking to see Emily shovelling the Chinese food into her mouth. You chuckled. "Hey, slow down, or you're going to choke." Emily swallowed down the food and let out a laugh as well. "Sorry, all this manual labour is making me hungry."

Finished eating, you stand up from the couch and stretch; Emily takes the opportunity to wrap her arms around your waist and pull you close. “Yeah, I missed this.” Emily said in your ear before letting you go seconds later and giving you a light tap on your butt to get you moving.”Hey, watch yourself, Prentiss.” You replied with a smirk as you followed her into the kitchen. “Come on; we got a kitchen to fill.” You started working on the cutlery and kitchen essentials, stocking cupboards and shelves, and making this place feel like home. The hours tick by and most rooms have been furnished. The rest can wait for tomorrow.

After a long day's work, Emily returned to the couch; the tv in front had finally been set up, so you both could unwind with a movie. “Em, can I borrow a sweater? I’m freezing.” Emily smiled and nodded while she looked for a movie you’d both settle on watching. “They should be in the blue tote you brought in earlier.” You walk back into the bedroom and kneel by the tote. You opened it up to see piles of clothes and other miscellaneous things. Digging around, your hand hits a long, thin object near the bottom of the tote. Curious, you pulled it out to find yourself holding a riding crop. Your face flushed a deep red while studying the whip in your hand. Why would Emily need something like this? You through to yourself. She doesn’t have a horse. Then it hit you. You quickly shoved it back where it was and grabbed the first sweater you saw—quickly throwing it on and leaving the room in a hurry.

You joined Emily on the couch, trying to hide your flushed face as best as possible. “I wondered what took you so long; I thought you got lost in there,” Emily replied, placing a hand on your thigh. “Sorry, I couldn’t decide which one I wanted.” At times, you were a terrible liar. Emily didn’t continue to push; she just put on the movie and pulled you closer to her. You tried to focus on the film, but your mind wandered to the riding crop. Images of Emily holding it suggestively flashed in your mind. You knew Emily was moderately kinky but never imagined something like this.

Did she go to some BDSM clubs while in London? Was she seeing another woman while there? Questions popped up in your mind left and right that you missed Emily's quizzical look she shot at you. "Are you ok?" Concern crosses her features. Not hearing her, you stare off into space until you feel Emily grab your chin to move your face to look at her. "Hey, anyone in there?" Emily asked before lightly flicking your nose. Snapping out of your stupor, your eyes finally meet Emily. "Huh? Sorry, Em. I'm fine." "Are you sure? You've been off since you went to get one of my sweaters."

At times like this, you hate profilers. You've finally had enough of beating around the bush. "I uh… I found something else in that tote. Something I probably shouldn't have uh seen."

You turn your face away, a flush climbing up your neck.

Emily stops to think about what could have embarrassed you so much in the tote; then, it hits her. A wide smirk plastered itself on her face, eyebrow-raising in amusement. "What did you say you found, sweetheart?" You mumble too quietly for her to hear. "Speak up, sweet girl."

"I found a riding crop." You look down while picking at your nails.

"From when I was an equestrian, silly girl." Emily let out a belly laugh. "Did you think it was for something else?" The blood drained from your face; it turns out you were the one with the dirty mind. Emily leaned close to your ear to whisper. "Did you want it to be for something else?" Nipping just below your earlobe. A hitched breath left your throat, nodding meekly.

"I don't know what you want if you don't tell me, darling." Emily purred against the nape of your neck, biting at your pulse point. "I-I thought it was for the Ah! For the bedroom."

"I could make that happen if you'd like." Emily stared into your lust-blown eyes. "Please, Em."

Emily dragged you into the bedroom. Clothes were flinging off. You are pushed onto the bed when the only thing left on you is your bra and panties. Emily walked over to the tote and brought out the item that had successfully distracted you all night. “Before we start, are you sure you want this?” Emily asked softly. “Yes, Emily.” “You remember our safeword?” Nodding your head before replying. “The traffic light system to check in, Red or the word Peach to stop.”

“That’s my good girl.” Emily coos before getting back into character.

“What is it about this that got you so excited?” Emily asked as she dragged her fingers across the smooth leather. She walked over to you and joined you on the bed. “Was my sweet girl having naughty thoughts?” You nodded as Emily purred in your ear. She brought the crop and ran it across your clothed chest; a hum slipped past your lips. She pushed your bra up using the crop handle, allowing your breasts to slip out. Emily moaned at the sight of the new jewellery on your nipples.

“Well, now, when did you get these?” Emily’s sultry voice made its way to your ears. The cool leather of the crop stroked along your erect nipples, rubbing against the little balls of metal on either side of them. “Ah! W-While you were in London.” Emily hummed, a smirk gracing her features. Leaning closer, she grabs one of your nipples, rolling it between her fingers; how you liked it. You let out a muffled moan.

“They are a lot more sensitive than I remember.” Emily muses to herself. The sensation of her nimble fingers hitting against the bar in your nipple was driving you crazy; you go to move Emily’s hand, the feeling becoming too much for you. You felt the smack on the crop against your thigh, a louder moan leaving your body after impact. “Did I say you could touch? Naughty girl. Do I have to tie up your hands like last time?” You shook your head, whimpering.

You felt the leather of the crop run along your body, making its way to sit under your chin, raising it to make you look her in the eyes. “Use your words, Slut.” Emily sneered while looking down at you. “No, Emily, I’ll be good. Please.” Moaning again as the crop continues back down your body. “Good girl.” Bringing the crop between your legs, gently tapping on your inner thighs. “Open for me, princess.” Your legs fall open, putting yourself on full display for her. “Look at you, all wet from a naughty little misunderstanding.” Emily ran the crop across the wet patch on your panties.

“Please, Em.” Emily hummed as she continued to circle the crop along your cunt. “Please, what? What did I say about using your words?” Emily lightly swatted your pussy, the sting mixing with pleasure, effectively ripping a moan from your body. “Please, Em. Stop teasing. I need you to touch me.” “I am touching you,” Emily replies. “With your hands, please, Em. Please just fuck me.”

Emily smirks down at you. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.” Lifting your hips to help Emily pull down your panties, watching her toss them behind her. “Look at you, I haven’t even touched you properly, and you’re already making a mess of the sheets.” She trails her hands up your inner thigh painstakingly slow; you go to grab her hand out of habit. Realising you royally fucked up. “Since you don’t know how to keep your hands to yourself, here.” Emily hands you the crop. “Hold this up in both your hands. If it drops even an inch, you won’t get to cum for a week. Do I make myself clear?” Emily's stern voice sends a throb right to your folds. “Yes, Ma’am.” Your voice is coming out shaky. Holding the crop up was easy until you felt Emily’s finger dip into your slick, sufficiently coating her fingers before circling your clit. Your hand waver at the pleasure. “Look at my obedient girl, trying so hard to hold that up, huh?” Emily asked as she flicked your clit with her thumb. “Ah! Yes.” Your hands are starting to shake.

Emily slips two fingers into your cunt, pumping with vigour. “Emily, please, more.” You begged. “God, beg again.” Emily smiled while slowing her pace. “Please, use your tongue. Fuck me harder, please.” “You’re so sexy when you beg.” Emily pulls her fingers out and pops them into her mouth. “Since you asked so nicely.” She leans down and swipes her tongue up your cunt, swirling it around your clit. You don’t know how you’re still holding up the crop, but you are damn sure going to try your best to keep holding it.

Emily’s nose bumps against your clit as she proceeds to eat you out like a woman that's been starved. Moans ripping from your body left and right. “Emily, please, I’m so close.” Your voice is shaking as the coil in your lower abdomen starts to tighten. Your arms subconsciously drop a bit. Emily looks up at you, pulling away only enough to swat your thigh. “Arms. Up. Now.” Your arms immediately shot up. “That’s my sweet girl, always so good for me,” Emily mumbles against your clit. Moaning as Emily continues to fuck you with her tongue.

“Emily, I’m so close, please. Please don’t stop.” Your speech turned into incoherent babbling once Emily inserted her fingers back in. Her mouth focused on your clit, lightly pulling it between her teeth. “That’s it, sweetheart, let go. Cum for me.”

Back arching off the mattress, you miss the clunk of the crop falling to the floor. Your arms grip the sheets as Emily helps you recover from your orgasm. You fall limp on the mattress once you’re back to reality. Emily sits up, mouth and chin glistening with your slick. You open your eyes once you realise your hands are empty. “Emily, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to drop it.” “You gulp once you see her pick it up off the floor and sit down on the edge of the bed. “You’ll be sorry, alright. Lay on my lap; I’ll have to retrain you. This is going to be a long night.”

Your ass was very sore at the end of the night; Emily’s aftercare has been and will always be immaculate. Rubbing cream into your skin after cleaning you up and pulling you close to her after crawling back into bed.

“I missed this.” You mumble as you nuzzle against Emily’s neck. “Me too, sweet girl,” Emily replies after placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

“Get some rest; you’ll need it.” Emily chuckles softly.

Yes, you definitely missed this.

#emily prentiss #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss smut #i love this woman so much #no beta we die like prentiss

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