// I've really enjoyed your Em too, and wrote to you about her earlier in January. If there are two options—Let Em In and Lock Em Out (to sort of paraphrase the game!), please let her stay. She's too good.
{ Yes, I read the messages when I got on this account a few days earlier. I hadn’t replied because I thought it had been too long ago to.
Thank you for sending this and showing your interest in Em. ♥ I find it hard to delete blogs in all honesty. I just deleted my Melinda Washington because my muse for her had disappeared, but there’s something about Emily’s blog that makes it hard for my to press the delete button.
I’ll probably keep her around, but my activity will be sparse and will most likely be limited to short-para stuff. }
If you received this, that means you're a really wonderful person and someone was thinking of you! You don't need to share this around or even publish it. Just know, somewhere, someone cares about you.
{ This is probably super old but I’m really touched by this. The fact that someone still thought about my blog despite my inactivity is sweet. Thank you so much. <3 }
send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to your muse
I would kill for you. • I would make love to you. • I would fuck you. • I would protect you. • I would hurt you for a selfish cause. • I wish we had more in common. • I want nothing to do with you. • I want to see you cry. • I want a future with you. • I want to destroy your future. (??? maybE) • I do not care what you do. • I am indifferent towards you. • I want children with you. • I love you ( platonically ) • I love you ( romantically ) • I love you like family. • You are my family. • I could fall in love with you. • I would lie for you. • I would fight by your side. • I will never let you go. • I would hold you while you cried. • I would hug you. • I want to kiss you. • I would stay by your bedside if you were ill. • I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. • I want to forget you. • I will never forget you. • I only want to make you proud. • I wish I could make you happy. • You deserve nothing. • I will never forgive you. • You confuse me.
I really need a thread where one of the friends walks in on Emily either playing the violin or piano, and this girl is good. Her parents put her into classes as soon as she had control of her hands and arms, she’s been playing these two instruments for as long as she can remember.
So yeah, I put up an open starter for a scenario where she’s practising by herself at school during lunch, but I’d love to explore different scenarios with this?? Like, I can also imagine a thread where one of the friends is forced to attend this performance concert by their parents and then they just trip out real hard when they Emily walks onto the stage and starts playing a master-level violin piece.
Her interrogation had lasted for hours. To say her mind was desensitized to all the horrors she had gone through during the night was an understatement. Just… none of it seemed really real. The tower, the mines, the wendigo, Beth’s head… It just felt, so far away.
And she didn’t mind.
She splashed cold water onto her face once more, letting out a shaky sigh as she wiped away blood and smeared make-up from her features. She would use warm water– you know, if this one-stall bathroom in a mountain range police station in Northern Alberta in the dead of winter, had warm water.
Emily had just finished cleaning up the last bits of make-up with toilet paper when she heard a knock at the door. “Occupied.” She called out. Tired. Annoyed. Irritated.
“Em…? Em, is that… is that you?”
She froze, head turning toward the locked door, eyes wide and heartbeat picking up ever so slightly. She knew that voice, she knew it very well. At first, she didn’t know what was keeping her from replying, but then she recognized the emotion she was feeling. Fear. It wasn’t fear of Matt… It was fear of confronting him after all that she had done against him.
Suck it up Em.
Another knock bounced off the walls, this time more persistent. “Em? Come on Em, talk to me. Please? I mean– if you’re not actually pissing or anything of course, I–”
She rolled her eyes. Typical Matt. That did good in easing her anxieties a bit though. It was just Matt. The Matt she knew. She contemplated it for another moment before taking two steps towards the door, unlocking it, opening it, and pulling Matt inside, all within the span of two seconds.
She opened her mouth to speak, ready to fire out an apology mixed somewhere between a messy pile of half-assed excuses that would sound like bullshit even to her own ears. What? I’m sorry I treated you like shit, I was just having a bad day– you know, the whole ex-but-not-really-over-him thing and the wendigo thing.
But before she could say anything, she was pulled into a tight hug, practically suffocating in nature. She was so surprised in fact, that she let out a small squeak.
Apologies began to spill from his lips, his arms only loosening so he could move to place fast, desperate, and chaste kisses to her face and neck.
At first, she had trouble processing what was happening, not being able to comprehend why he was apologizing to her, but when her surprise started wearing off, she immediately reacted, hands moving up his back to slide up his neck and then to his cheeks. “Matt– god Matt, just stop… okay? Please? I’m not,” it made her feel guiltier, “I don’t need your apologies okay?” She pulls back to look him in the eyes, putting on a face of mixed expressions, “I’m the one… Matt, I’m–”
Her words were once again cut off, but this time by a kiss. A gentle one at first, as if he was testing her boundaries and if they had changed throughout the night, but when she didn’t pull away, the kiss deepened, turning more needy and desperate as Matt’s feelings of guilt for his failure, relief that she was alive, and his need for her to know all of that became more apparent..
Emily’s brows furrowed, conflicted over how he wouldn’t even give her a chance to apologize and how... she also didn’t mind this change of events at all. She needed it. After all the surreal shit she had gone through, she needed something raw… real.
Her hands moved to slide into his short hair, her lips beginning to move against his, and it wasn’t long until her tongue was gliding against his and she was pressed against the sink counter.
She broke the kiss for a breath. Her arms were wrapped around his shoulders and her nose brushed against his. She said in a hushed, breathy voice, “I’m glad you made it out Matt. I… I don’t know what I would’ve done if… if… you like, you know?”
His eyes softened and he gave a few small nods. He replied raspy, quiet, “Yeah… Yeah, I know.” He moved to press their lips together again, his hands moving to her hips as he sighed into the kiss. When his hands reached the top of her jeans, they trailed to the button and zipper. He gave her lips a nip as he undid her pants, deepening the kiss once more when he pulled both her jeans and panties down. “I know, Em.” He whispered once more, looking into her eyes to see if she wanted this.
The more he kissed her, the more the feelings of guilt and worry were replaced with something more innate and raw. An all too familiar heat curled in her abdomen when he pulled her pants down, and she let out a small grunt of frustration when he broke their kiss and pulled away from her. She stared into his eyes for only a moment before she grabbed his face and smashed his lips against hers, needy. One of her hands grabbed his, moving it to the heat between her legs where she encouragingly pressed herself against him. She heard him groan softly into the kiss, his fingers taking control of themselves, pushing into her.
She moaned, a shiver running down her spine to shoot straight to her core as he pumped her roughly with his index and middle finger. “God– Matt, Matt--” Her cries seemed to resonate something within him, and she feels his fingers leave her. Another irritated groan was halfway out of her mouth, but it caught in her throat when she felt herself being spun around.
She was forced to look at her reflection– a face she didn’t like much at all, especially without her make-up on. She placed her hands on the sink counter to brace herself, looking over her shoulder as she said as a bit of a joke, “From the back? You’re really going to fuck me hard aren’t you–” His tongue was in her mouth, his hand holding her face in place as he grunted, his other hand working at pulling her pants down more.
“I told you I was going to thank you so hard, didn’t I?”
She couldn’t help herself, she let out a small laugh at that. “Well then, I guess I’ll just have to accept it then. Thank me, Matt.”
It was only a few seconds of Matt pushing down his sweats and boxers before he positioned himself with the head of his member at her entrance. He leaned down, his chest against her back as he pressed his lips to her ear, “Even after going through all that shit, you’re still gorgeous. Fuck, you’re all I want Em.”
She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes as his husky whispers sent a shiver down her spine. “Then just take me already damn it, I never took you for a tease, just fu– ohhh, oh…” Her words trailed off into pleasured moans the moment he pushed himself inside of her. Oh, oh yes, she needed this. “Fuck me Matt. Fuck me.”
He didn’t need any more of an invitation than those desperate words. His hands gripped her hips and he began to thrust in and out of her, his eyes rolling closed. He mumbled her name under his breath as he thrust, eyes opening briefly to gaze at their reflections in the mirror. Oh fuck. His head dove down, finding her neck where his lips would then suck and bite her relentlessly.
Her mind emptied of all thoughts, Emily quite content with forgetting about everything and focusing on how amazing it felt being pounded into. “Matt…” She whimpered, face scrunching up with pleasure and restraint as her climax was being built up. She let out another moan when she felt his mouth on her neck. Oh…. Oh she was so close….
His hand that went to massage her clit made her go wild. His thrusts had gotten so powerful that she had to keep herself from collapsing, small hands planting on either side of her reflection as she watched her own face, watched the emotions crossing it as he built her up. She gazed at him too, his eyes shut tightly as he pleasured her neck.
Her whimpers and moans began to rise in pitch, Emily no longer able to keep her eyes open as she braced herself for her climax, body tensing and shaking. His name was on her lips repeatedly, and then, she became silent all at once, eyes closed and mouth agape in a silent cry of ecstasy.
He followed soon after, climaxing inside of her as he buried his nose into her hair.
They rode out their orgasms, breathy whispers being passed between them. Whispers of apologies, relief, guilt, and new promises.
{ Also, sorry for the lack of ic posts the past few days. On top of being just completely backlogged on schoolwork and having no energy, I’m stacking my replies up again to attempt to post them in one go. }
