#emmett bought it

[rebrandedbard]

Went to the folk shop, lute's good to go and I have learned that these new strings just need to be wrapped a ridiculous FIVE TIMES to keep a steady hold, which is all well and good but UM

the impulse buying has found its wild conclusion.

[melpcmene]

oh no i'm not PREPARED FOR THIS

[cozycreaturescorner]

one thing that's pretty neat about working at a public library, especially around holidays, is that baked goods and sweet treats from patrons will start accumulating on the back office table like some sort of altar to the library gods (employees)

[helpmyfo]

hello yes i am here to gush about my beloved: emmet from pokémon black/white!

he's made a pretty big impact on my life, he and his brother ingo actually helped me realize i was autistic :> we have a lot in common too. we like trains and double battles and how different combinations of pokémon work in said battles.....and we like winning more than anything else! we also talk verrrrry similarly. our sentences are short and to the point and also kinda brutally honest sometimes. which is just how i like it! i've even picked up on a few of his mannerisms and i've started using "verrrry" like he does. he's silly and he makes me smile and i'm verrrry glad i met him! i just wanna be domestic with him and listen to him infodump about trains or pokémon battles (he knows more about trains than i do, i just like how they look lol). anyway moral of the story is i am SO in love.

omfg anon this is so cute!!!! congrats on the autism!!!

i can imagine you two cuddling on the couch with some snacks or hot beverages and just talking about your passions for hours!!! it sounds so cozy ❤️

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 | emmett x reader

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | after being rescued from your captors, tension grows between you and the man that killed to save you.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | nearly 11K (?!?! WTF?)

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut (18+ only!!), angst, kind of a slow burn?, age gap (reader is twenty, emmett is late forties), pining, voyeurism, dark themes (slavery/kidnapping, discussions of noncon and loss, but emmett is not dark he's nice!!), traumatized reader (and emmett, let's be real, nobody's not traumatized here), violence (use of guns) and minor character death

This was where you waited— at his feet.  Every deal, every ‘business meeting’, every mission report, you sat there on the floor beside his legs.  He wanted everyone else to know your place just as much as you did.

Living with smugglers and looters like this was a rough life— but the man who bought you, Paul (though you only knew his name from hearing others speak to him) insisted you had a better life in here as his ‘pet’ than out there running missions for him, finding valuables to barter and sell.  Considering there were plenty of missions that not everyone made it back from, you knew he kind of had a point.

But even so, it didn’t exactly feel luxurious being a man’s property.  You’d been looked at like a thing, like less than human, like a piece of meat since you got here; and you’d been here just long enough to get really used to it.  You sat here on the floor while Paul, his men, and his customers stood or at least sat on chairs.

That was why it felt so different, so shocking, when he looked at you.  The man that came today, to trade with Paul.  He was lean and gaunt, it was obvious even with his heavy layers of clothes; he had long hair on his head and face, but his icy stare pierced through… and it was concentrated on you from the moment he stepped into the smugglers’ compound.

He didn’t say anything, even when one of Paul’s men shut the bunker door and it was safe to talk— he didn’t react much on his face, either, staying stoic and flat.  But it was obvious that you had his attention, even your ‘owner’ noticed that.  

“Just bought her,” Paul explained with a proud grin as he tightened his grip on your wrist; you winced slightly.  “Slavers picked her up just past the lake, she’d been camping out there for not even a week… don’t know where she was hiding before that.  Isn’t she cute?”

You figured that was why he brought you here— to show you off.  You, like the guards at either end of the room and by the door, were a symbol of Paul’s power.  The other man just looked away from you, and back at Paul.  “Can we get to business?” he asked in a rough voice.

“Of course,” Paul replied with that customer service smile of his, dropping your wrist which you held yourself right away.  “You’ve got a few extra guns, and we have some extra cans of food— good shit, too, not just soggy old veggies.  Or, maybe we can throw in some medical supplies, if you have ammo for those weapons,” Paul explained, gesturing to the table of goods for trade.  “Whaddaya think?”

The man was silent, looking blankly ahead at the cans and boxes before him.  “How much for her?” he asked suddenly, lowly.

Your heart stopped for a moment; feeling the man’s gaze run over you, you looked away and pressed your lips together.  “Oh, she caught your eye, huh?” Paul purred.  “Sorry, pal— not for sale.  But the folks I bought her from had a couple other girls, how’s about I tell them where to find you and they can strike up a deal of their own?”

The man shook his head.  “Her.  I want her.”

Paul did that thing he did where he sat up straighter, and dropped his smile; you bit down on your lip to hide a whimper, because you got very fucking scared whenever he did that.  “If you’re not interested in what’s available, you’d better just leave now and keep your guns, old man.”

He paused for a moment, nodding in acceptance.  “Alright,” he said, “I think I will.”

He held tighter onto his gun, looking down at it for a moment.

“After all, this thing’s pretty damn useful.”

It was only a couple seconds of pure chaos.  He shot Paul first, then stood up and took down all three men in the back of the room— one of them pulled his pistol fast enough to fire back, but he missed, and in a split-second he was on the ground with the others.  You screamed, covering your head with your hands; your ears were ringing, and your whole body shook with shivers as you dared to glance over at the bleeding, lifeless bodies just a few feet away.

“C’mon,” the man said— it took you a half-second to realize he was talking to you, even though you were the only other living person in the room, “grab what you can.  We need to run.”

We.  He just killed them all, like it was nothing… for you.  And now you were a we?

Shuddering, you could only shake your head.  “N-no, no,” you choked out, whining when he grabbed you and yanked you to your feet; you could hear the commotion outside the room, it wouldn’t be long before someone from one of the nearby bunkers came to investigate the gunshots.  

“They’re coming, and they’ll kill us both,” he growled at you, far too close to your face, and you felt your lip quivering.  “Help me carry this shit and let’s go.”

~

It was a long walk back to… wherever he was taking you.  Since you ran from the compound with your stolen supplies, you obviously hadn’t said anything to each other— you’d barely even looked at him, for some reason you were scared to.  

The only interaction you’d had since you started your trek was when he noticed you shivering, and stopped to take off his jacket and give it to you; considering all you were wearing was a baggy old t-shirt and socks, it helped a lot against the chilly gusts of wind.  It was awkward in the silence, not being able to reject the jacket or even thank him for it, so you just nodded as he slipped it on you.  It was baggy even on him so it fit you even more awkwardly, but it made your shivers soothe instantly.

He guided you on the trail, keeping his gun close by, and eventually you came to some kind of processing plant; with what little you knew about manufacturing, your glances around the factory made you guess it was once a metallurgy building.  Now it was abandoned, and as you climbed down the ladder he pointed you towards, you realized he was taking you right into some horrible small space— with a massive iron door.  You hesitated, but he silently gestured you forward; your heart raced, knowing you had no chance of escape from a place like that.  Not that you ever really stood a chance of escape from someone as capable as he had proved himself to be so far— but the idea of going into that little room with him made you feel a bit sick.  It reminded you of your first day with Paul, of having all your freedom and dignity torn away, and you wondered if this was all just the beginning of another cycle: out of the frying pan, into the fire.

But you had no choice: you stepped forward, crawling into the little nook, and he followed behind you and shut the large round door.

It was pitch black for a moment, and you felt a sort of primal fear— would he really do this here, in complete darkness— would he really force himself on you?  You tried to scoot as far away as you could, until a hard wall hit your back; but you knew there was nothing you could do to stop him from doing whatever he wanted to you now, and you closed your eyes in hopes he wouldn’t be cruel.  But within a few seconds, he’d taken out a camping lantern and opened it, filling the room with a sort of speckled white light, and you opened your eyes slowly.

“Are you okay?” he asked first, and you weren’t sure how to answer that.  “My name’s Emmett,” he informed you quietly.  “Don’t… you don’t need to worry, alright?  I won’t hurt you.”

You shrunk away slightly, holding your legs to your chest.  Paul had said the same thing, but then again, he’d never actually said it like he meant it.  In fact, what he’d said exactly was I won’t hurt you if you behave.  And he still did.  Because he could.

“I don’t wanna— I won’t do anything with ya,” Emmett explained, and you could’ve sworn you saw a slight blush above that long beard.  “Just couldn’t leave that place knowing you were there, against your will and all… it’s not right, keeping people like that, keeping girls…”

You looked away, eventually giving him a small nod as a response.  You wanted to believe him, he sounded genuine, but you weren’t ready to trust a stranger you saw kill four men so casually.  

“Mind tellin’ me your name?” he encouraged softly.

You mumbled it into your arms into the fabric of the old t-shirt which still smelled like the prison he’d broken you out of. 

“What’s that, sweetheart?” he pressed.

You said it again, louder, and he smiled a bit at you; you smiled back, too, but it was partially hidden by the tattered shirt’s sleeve.

“Pretty,” he said.  “M’gonna keep you safe here, alright?  I-I mean, you don’t have to stay here.  You can go back wherever you want, I just… I figure you might end up where I found you again if you go out there on your own.  No offense.”

You nodded; you weren’t cut out for making it on your own out there, you weren’t too proud to admit that.  You used to run with a group of survivors, which made it much easier to get by, but you’d been naive enough to think you could reject the group leader’s advances without suffering consequences: they left you in the night, without a word, and you only made it one more day on your own before getting captured by slavers.  That felt like a lifetime ago now, like stories that happened to a whole other person, but it wasn’t actually that long— Paul bought you a few weeks ago at most.  Still, those few weeks had changed you as a person, and you went from being terrified of being alone to being terrified of everyone else.  Maybe you were still an impossible mix of both…

“I have a decent set-up here… some food and water, a little more since we took some from your old friends back there,” he chuckled nervously.  “And, uh, you can sleep in here… sorry it’s so small, never really planned to share it… I— I can find another place to sleep if this isn’t enough room—“

“Why are you doing this?” you interrupted, and he seemed startled to hear you talk so much.  

“Huh?”

“Why are you doing this?” you asked again. “For me?  I mean… you don’t know me.”

“Well, I could,” he shrugged, “you could tell me about you.”

“But why did you save me?”

“I said so already, I couldn’t leave you there with those men.  Young girl stuck in that place, just about the worst thing I can imagine…”

“M’not that young,” you protested, “I’m twenty.”

He smiled a little.  “Of course.  Sorry.”

You sighed, relaxing slightly, and he seemed to lower his own shoulders as well. 

“You seem tired,” he noticed.  “It was a long walk.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, “I used to be able to walk a long way, but I lost my stamina— I wasn’t really going very far when I was there, you know…”

“I’m sure,” Emmett agreed.  “You hungry?  We could eat something.”

“Um, maybe…” you mumbled nervously.  You felt nervous to ask for anything of him— like he might ask you for something in return.  It wouldn’t be absurd of him to expect some kind of repayment for saving you; but if he expected that, then he wouldn’t be much of a savior after all.

“I saw granola bars in one of the bags we took,” he said.  “Sometimes I still get nervous, opening something crinkly like that— but nothing can hear us in here, I promise.  You’re safe.”

You hesitated before nodding; safe.  That sounded nice.  Now you just had to convince yourself it was true.

~

You’d noticed him looking at you a lot this evening, while you were both preparing dinner; you tried not to react to it.  He kept glancing at you, just for a moment, like he thought you wouldn’t notice.  You just kept focusing on the work at hand— peeling an orange— and tried not to think about why he kept looking at you.  Maybe he had something to say, but that would be odd since he usually didn’t.  Maybe you were doing this wrong somehow, or he was jealous that you were going to eat that fruit as an appetizer before the real meal.

Or maybe he just found you appeeling!  

You snorted a little involuntarily, amused by your own joke, and he looked at you again.  “You alright?” he asked.

“Yeah, sorry,” you mumbled, fighting a smile as you shook your head.  “It’s nothing.”

And the silence continued.  Even for a time when most everyone was quiet by necessity, Emmett was quiet.  He had this special place, somewhere safe enough to talk, but he didn’t often utilize that privilege; or at least, he hadn’t since you got here a few days ago, but there wouldn’t have been anyone to talk to before then.  You figured he just didn’t have a lot to say— and it’s not like you were some kind of conversation queen either.  You didn’t ask about him or his life before this, even though you were actually pretty curious: you just watched him, and if he noticed, he didn’t react to it.  This was the first time he seemed to be returning some of that attention.

“You can talk about it, if you want,” he suggested suddenly, making you furrow your brow a bit.

“About what?” you asked, not taking your eyes off your orange in progress, but you knew already what he meant.

“About how you came to be where I found you,” he said.  “Don’t have to— I wouldn’t wanna talk about it, if I was you— but if you do… I just want you to know you can tell me.”

You shrugged, keeping yourself from looking up at him.  “Why do you wanna know?”

“I don’t,” he insisted.  “But sometimes I can tell you’re thinking about it.”

Swallowing thickly, you looked away; here you were, wearing the clothes he’d given you, living in his ‘home’, surviving off of him.  On paper, it was the same as it had been before— that’s why you were thinking about it.  But it was night and day: Paul gave you rags to wear, if that, and Emmett had you in his own clothes— comfy plaids and knitted sweaters that smelled shockingly good for any apocalypse survivor; Emmett had a few creature comforts here, art and decent food and pillows… Paul’s bunker was exactly as flat and rigid and cold as the word ‘bunker’ indicates; and surviving with Emmett felt the most like real living since you were with your old group— though you knew them infinitely better.

“But we don’t have to—” he began again, shaking his head like he regretted the whole idea.

“Who are those pictures of?” you asked, interrupting him.

“Pictures…” he mumbled.

“The ones you hid,” you said, “or tried to hide.  Drawings, paintings—”

“You shouldn’t have been looking there,” he said firmly, looking down.

“I know,” you breathed, “but you were gone— I was bored—”

“Gone getting you food,” he reminded you, pointing with his knife— don’t worry, he was just peeling a potato with it— to the orange in your hand.

“Us,” you corrected, “we’re both eating.  And I’m sorry… you don’t have to tell me, either.  We can just have another quiet dinner.”

He paused before sighing a bit, looking at you and then back to his half-peeled vegetable.  “My sons,” he said quietly.  “Those are my sons.  Were my sons…”

“I know,” you whispered, and he looked at you quizzically.  “I could tell, I mean— you have that look in your eyes, I knew you’d lost someone.”

He shrugged.  “Everyone lost someone.  Some lost everyone.”

You almost found the energy to smile, but it came out more like pressing your lips together.  “Yeah,” you agreed.  “They kinda look like you, in the pictures.  You’re talented.”

“Oh, I didn’t draw them,” he scoffed, “no way— I couldn’t draw a circle.  It was my wife.”

Why did you get a little pit in your stomach when he said that.  “You’re married?”

“Uh huh,” he nodded, “but she— um, she passed.  Not too long ago.  Well… I guess a few months is a while ago.  But it still feels new.”

You nervously looked down at the orange in your hands, peeling off the last strip of skin and picking off a few white chunks of pith here and there.  Not sure what to say, you simply pulled a segment off of the rest and reached over with it, offering it to him.  “Here,” you said, and he looked at the piece of fruit in your hand before looking at you.

“No, s’fine,” he shook his head, “I’ll eat when dinner’s ready.”

“Come on,” you insisted, shaking it a little as if that would make it more enticing.  “You’re working up an appetite peeling the spuds.  Just have a few.”

Finally, he relented.  “Thanks,” he said, taking it and putting it in his mouth.  He chewed for a moment, working on the potato still, but he talked a bit around it just before he swallowed.  “You don’t have kids, do you?”

You shook your head, laughing.  “No, do I seem old enough for that?”

“No,” he agreed, “but you know— stuff happens.”

“I wanted them someday,” you admitted, “but no.  I actually, uh… I was pretty nervous about getting pregnant in the bunker…”

He swallowed, for more than just the orange.  Looking at you, you found his stare somehow both intimidating and comforting.

“I shouldn’t complain too much,” you shook your head, “he wasn’t that bad.  He was more interested in showing me off to others than actually doing too much when we were alone.”

“You shouldn’t complain too much about being a sex slave to a smuggler?” he repeated incredulously, like he was offended on your behalf by what you had said.

“I was just a trophy,” you shrugged, “I was the most expensive thing he owned.  It was all business with him: he wanted you— you know, anybody who bought from him— to know he was capable of that.  Of owning somebody.  And, um… that only happened twice.  Once the first night, and then, um… well—”

“You don’t have to say,” he offered you softly.  “It’s okay if you just never wanna think about him again.  I certainly sleep better at night knowing I turned his head inside out.”

You smiled a little, even though the image of that still haunted you.  “No, it’s fine.  I think it’s easier to just treat it like anything else.  Like, one time I broke my arm, one time my pet cat died, one time this gang captured me and sold me to a trader in exchange for pills and pickles— just something that happened that I hated and now… now it’s over.”

Now I’m safe.  You could talk about it because you finally believed that Emmett wouldn’t put you through it again.  When you looked at him, he smiled at you a little; you popped a piece of the orange into your mouth.

“S’good,” you mumbled as you chewed, giving him another piece and feeling the tips of his fingers just barely brush yours as he accepted it.

~

A few days later, he did the same thing: interrupted your silent meal with a sudden interjection.  “Y’ever shot a gun before?” he asked, and you awkwardly shook your head.  He sighed.  “Alright, well, you should learn.  Case something happens.”

“Guns don’t work on those things,” you noticed.

“They work on people,” he replied.  “And you’ve had a lot more trouble with them.”

You shrugged, certainly in no place to deny that.  “Guns are loud,” you reminded him.

“A little noise is worth it,” Emmett promised, “if it’s you or them.  And if you’re not packing, then it’ll be you.  You need to learn.”

Not if I have you with me, you almost blurted out.  Thankfully, you stopped yourself and nodded in agreement instead.

“I’ll teach you up there,” he gestured towards the world above with a quick tilt of his head, “unloaded.  Obviously.”

Going up to the surface was a strange feeling.  You hadn’t felt this safe anywhere since this global nightmare began, honestly, and you were almost spoiled by it now— here, with Emmett, you were sure that nothing would come to harm you.  But up there?  You knew, logically, that it was usually alright as long as you kept quiet, but you were pretty fucking quiet when the slavers found you.

Even being down here alone gave you the smallest tinge of anxiety— that someone might find you and steal you while Emmett was out foraging— and you never navigated the forest alone.  You had the feeling that Emmett was teaching you to use a gun so that you could do just that, but it didn’t sound worth it to be away from him.

But, you had to admit, you sort of enjoyed the lessons.

He stood behind you, wrapping you up in his arms as he corrected your stance.  Out here, he had to speak under his breath beside your ear, and it made chills run up your spine.  “Align the sights,” he told you, tapping the small metal divot on top of the pistol.  

You nodded, shutting one eye tight and trying to aim better; adjusting your head to get the right stance just pushed you up against his shoulder more, and you tried not to lean back into him.

“Pull the trigger when you’re ready,” he instructed; he was barely making any sound at all, more shaping a breath around his words than really speaking.

Even knowing it wouldn’t go off, you started to shrink away as you pulled the trigger; it was heavier than you expected, forcing you to strain to turn the revolver.

“Don’t flinch,” he warned.  “Stay steady.”

You still did, a little bit, but you calmed yourself with a breath and tried not to pre-emptively react: when you finally pulled the trigger all the way, the revolver turned with a click, but that was it.  

“Good,” he said simply.

“How can you know?” you asked.  “Without shooting anything—”

“You’re not using a bullet for practice,” he reminded you with a frown.

“I know, I know— I just mean, how can you know I would’ve hit what I was aiming at?”

“As long as these line up,” he replied as he touched the sights again, “and you don’t flinch, you will.”

You nodded, hoping that was enough, but then he took the revolver and took his shotgun off of his back.  “I— I can’t shoot that thing—”

“Yes you can,” he promised, shaking his head dismissively.  “The rifle— you can’t shoot that.  That requires a steady hand.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were shaking as you took the shotgun from him, so you couldn’t exactly deny it.  And, furthermore, the whole point of the sniper rifle was to get things that were far away… you were only planning to use these things if something got too close.

~

A lot of things had gotten more natural with Emmett— you talked sometimes, you ate together, he even let you come with him on trips out sometimes.  But one thing that never really changed was how weird it was to sleep beside him; what did change was why it was weird.

From the beginning, you couldn’t sleep unless you knew where he was.  Even if you couldn’t fully trust him then, you still had that anxiety of being abandoned in the night like you had before you were captured; for better or for worse, Emmett was obviously tough enough to protect you and was the only thing between you and certain death or enslavement out there in the world.

As a result, he’d been sleeping beside you, just to get you to stop waking up in cold sweats as often.  And now that you trusted him and knew him a little better, you expected it to be easier to sleep with him there… if anything, you were getting less sleep than ever.

You were struggling to understand why— or maybe you were just struggling to accept it— but having him right beside you all night kept you up, kept your heart beating fast, kept you listening to the sound of his breathing instead of just focusing on your own.

At least tonight, you could blame it on the cold.  You both had on several layers, but it was pretty much impossible to keep a space like this warm— underground, uninsulated— and it was only getting colder since the sun set.

"Chilly," you announced as you pulled the blankets up higher, and Emmett hummed in agreement.  That was the extent of your bravery, you couldn't bring yourself to ask him outright if he'd move a little closer so you could share some heat.

You waited a few minutes, wondering if he was already asleep, and then reached towards him in the dark; but when your hand brushed against him, he shrugged it away.  Turning his back to you, he seemed to huddle up a little bit more as if shrinking away from you, and you sighed.

“You don’t have to be so far,” you whispered, and he sighed.  

“Yes, I do,” he insisted, stern yet soft-spoken.

“Please, Emmett, it’s cold…”

“I know, sweetheart, I just… I wanna do right by ya, that’s all,” he sighed.  

“There’s nothing wrong with holding me to warm up,” you sighed.  “I mean, it’s not like you’re… thinking about anything else.”

“Of course,” he choked, “okay, fine, if you’re cold… c’mere, then.”

You wiggled your way closer as he rolled onto his back, sighing when you felt how warm he was even through his clothes.  Pressing your head to his chest, you heard his breath catch as you lifted your leg to drape over his, trying to get him as close as possible.

He seemed to hesitate first, but then he relaxed slightly and rested his arms around your back.  

It had been a long time since someone held you like this.  You sunk into his arms, loving how it felt to be pressed into him, and you let out a little hum of satisfaction as your shivers went away and his warmth began to absorb.

He seemed tense beneath you at times, and you feared that doing this would keep him from sleeping; but, frankly, you were desperate enough for your own sleep that you weren’t planning on worrying too much about his… you quite literally didn’t plan on losing any sleep over it.

It was impossible to say how long you'd been asleep— you weren't even fully awake yet— but when you started to stir, you felt him shifting under you.  But you were taken from half-consciousness into pure lucidity when you felt a harder, hotter shape against your inner thigh; didn't take a detective to figure out he had an erection.  You shouldn't have reacted, you realized it a second too late, but you had to gasp when you felt it— mostly because it seemed quite thick even though his pajama trousers—

“I’m sorry,” he breathed right away.

"It's okay," you assured, but he kept going.

“I can’t help it— I don’t mean anything by it, I just… I’m only a man.”

“It’s okay,” you repeated softly, though your face had never felt so hot.  “I understand, it’s normal—“

He started to pull away, and you whined as you grabbed at his shoulders.

“Wait, you don’t have to go,” you gasped, “I won’t be able to sleep…”

“Well, it’s never gonna go away with you pressed up to me!” he grunted.  “C’mon, sweetheart, gimme a chance here…”

“I really don’t mind it, Emmett—“

"I do," he snapped.  "You're young— younger than you realize."

"I'm grown," you promised, but he peeled you off of him and turned away.

"Go to sleep," he demanded.

"But—"

"Just go back to sleep!" he ordered.  

Though you weren't sure how you were supposed to sleep with your heart racing and your mind playing the moment you felt his cock against your leg on loop, you decided you would try just because his stern voice sort of scared you into obeying.

It did work, eventually— you can only lay down in the dark for so long before sleep is unavoidable— but you still awoke sometime later, and heard him breathing differently beside you.  There was no light to see what he was doing, but you could hear his arm moving against the blanket under him— and when you heard him sigh, you imagined that he might be jerking off.  Maybe his erection wouldn't go away until he did that, and you bit your lip as you tried to picture it: stroking himself, breathing deeply, being careful not to make too much noise or even move too much.  But in your head, he was too desperate, struggling to hold himself back from bucking up into his palm, his cock flexing as his orgasm threatened to spill over at any moment.  

The thought made you want to touch yourself, too— you were getting wet already and your hips shifted in hopes of finding something to rub against— but you were far too afraid to get caught or startle Emmett into stopping.  

You heard a tense sigh and all that motion behind you stopped; you bit your lip as you wondered if he just came.  And if he did, what had he been thinking of?  He seemed so offended by the idea of being attracted to you— he didn't even acknowledge it, like it was wrong to even suggest— but you hoped somehow that he had been imagining you.  If only he could've told you, if only he had pulled you closer in the dark and asked you to take care of his problem for him… maybe you should've been ashamed for thinking it, but you would've spread your legs for him right away if he'd told you he wanted you.  Even if it was just taking care of his needs, not real love— even if it was only a practical thing.  You couldn't do much for him, but you could certainly help in that regard.

But, at the same time, you knew that if Emmett ever did use you in such a way, you'd fall in love with him.  Even if it meant nothing to him, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself; you couldn't admit to yourself how close you were to that edge already, but you couldn't deny how quickly you would fall over it if he ended up fucking you.

Or maybe it wouldn't be like that— fucking, that is; it's a rather crass way to put it.  Maybe it wouldn't be that way, maybe it would be gentle and sweet and passionate.  He certainly was kind to you, and unexpectedly patient… you wondered if that would translate into him being delicate with you, soft touches and slow kisses— really making love, you know.

Or, maybe he'd been alone so long that he wouldn't be able to help himself; maybe he'd just have to moan in your ear while he took you roughly, holding tight to your hips so you couldn't do anything but take him just the way he wanted.  Maybe he'd leave bruises and marks on your skin, reminders of his work, and bite down on you to keep himself from being too loud.  

Your back was arching into nothing, just hoping that he would turn around and pull you close, press his chest into your back, and whisper in your ear as he started to tug your pants down.  Sorry, sweetheart, I just need you too bad…

It was a miracle you ever fell back asleep with that thought in your mind.  But you did, somehow— a frustratingly dreamless sleep— and when you woke up in the morning, he was gone again.

~

Since that night, you’d felt this tension between you— but you had no clue if he felt it, too.  He was nice, in his own way, but definitely on the aloof side; and he seemed to avoid you a little more after all that happened anyway.  It sort of made you wonder if he resented you, if he was angry with you somehow for what happened— maybe you’d been too pushy, you were never trying to force him into anything of course— but then again, you figured he wouldn’t be working so hard to take care of you both if that were the case.

Even if you couldn’t hunt or even cook very well, you tried to be helpful in various ways; this little underground hideout was certainly tidier and cozier than it had ever been before, and you tried to take pride in that instead of thinking of yourself as useless to him.  And all his clothes were mended, you made sure of that; he seemed to appreciate it, at least.

Now that you thought of it, you were sort of becoming a homemaker now— you felt a bit conflicted at the realization.  There’s nothing wrong with it, right?  Just being here, helping how you can?  But you wanted to be more useful, if you could— you just didn’t know how.

(Well, you had ideas… but you weren’t about to suggest that, after how awkward it all was last time.)

Maybe just your company was enough for him, otherwise he probably wouldn’t still keep you around… but then again, for someone who apparently wanted your company, he wasn’t so talkative.  It would make more sense if you two were up all night, telling each other everything about your lives and your dreams and anything you could possibly remember to talk about— but it wasn’t like that at all.  He still avoided personal questions even after nearly a month together, and he had a tendency to just hum and nod or shake his head when you asked him something.

But, the good news was, you’d gotten a little more comfortable leaving the underground hideout without him.  You never went far, obviously, but you went far enough to stretch your legs and get some fresh air and, today, stumble upon a little clearing with a pond.  It was relatively small, but deep, and best of all it had a river that fed into it, over a cliff; to put it more plainly, it had a waterfall.  It was small— you figured it probably didn’t pour at all unless there had been good rainfall recently— but it still meant you had a little more freedom here than usual.  Ambient noise, as you understood it, deterred the creatures because they couldn’t stop it and couldn’t hear other sounds over it.  You weren’t about to belt out Whitney Houston or anything, but you could make some sound— and the sound you made right away when you saw it was getting your clothes off as fast as you could and diving right in.

The water was a little cold— okay, very fucking cold— but it was worth it: being able to clean yourself more thoroughly than normal was quite a treat, and one you planned on relishing.

You found yourself laughing— you sort of couldn’t stop, actually.  Partially because you were cold and shivering like crazy, partially because you were giddy… mostly just because you could.  You kept your clothes and revolver in a neat pile by the cliff wall, trying not to stray too far from it in case someone came by; but, at the same time, you were also trying to just forget about everything that scared you for a moment and be free.  

You soaked your hair and ran your hands over your face, letting the water renew your skin— you couldn’t deny this cold plunge was invigorating, if not especially relaxing like a hot bath would’ve been.  But hot baths were obviously rare in these times, and you closed your eyes as you tried to remember the last one you took.  You leaned back in the water, floating partially against the flow of the waterfall behind you, and remembered simpler times: long baths, fresh meals, 

Not everything was perfect then.  Your life was easier, yes, but you’d still longed for someone to share it with.  Someone to trust.  You opened your eyes and looked up at the sky, a pale grey-ish blue that covered the sun but was still somehow too bright and made you squint; you sighed, moving your arms enough to feel the water swirl between your fingers.

For some reason, you thought of Emmett just then; you wanted to tell him about this place as soon as he got back home, you could bring him here and he could swim too— he probably wouldn’t skinny dip with you, right?  Definitely seemed out of his comfort zone, he wouldn’t even sleep next to you at night anymore… but you still giggled at the thought, wondering if you’d get a chance to see the rest of his tattoo that you’d noticed peeking out from his sleeve sometimes.  Then you could ask him about it, move closer, trace the lines with your finger; you could watch the goosebumps prickle on his skin from the cold water, and shiver even more when you met his gaze—

You shook your head like it might knock the thought out of your brain.  He’d made it clear he didn’t have that sort of interest in you.  It broke your heart a little, but you had no choice but to accept it.  Still, you had this nagging feeling that it wasn’t you— he implied before it was your age, or some kind of chivalry thing; and then there was all that grief, something anybody left had to have by now.

You, too, had lost loved ones that day, and in the days since— that was unavoidable— but what you had nearly lost most of all was yourself.  And then he found you, and you’d found something you’d been looking for for so long… much longer than all this.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard something moving, just past the trees; you whipped around in the water, looking everywhere for the source of the noise, and you saw a figure slip back behind a trunk.  You’d never felt so sick with terror all at once, and in a second, you leaned over and snatched your revolver off the top of your pile of clothes.

Pointing it at the tree, you wondered if you should be barking out orders right now— come out with your hands up or something— but that wouldn’t be helpful if there was a creature nearby… or if there was more than one person in these woods.  You swallowed, knowing a revolver wasn’t going to cut it if there was a whole group closing in on you now.  

Slowly moving through the water, you walked up the bank of the pond, and when you heard another shifting movement from behind the tree, you shuddered and shut one of your eyes.  Align the sights.  Stay steady.

Suddenly, the figure stepped out, and you didn’t even stop to think: you pulled the trigger and fired, eyes shutting tight as the kickback flung your arms up and the sound echoed through the forest.  

You hesitated to open your eyes, but just before you did, you heard a groan— in a voice all too familiar.  When you looked, there was a man on the ground, and your heart stopped again when you saw his face.

“Fuck!  Emmett!” you yelped, running the rest of the way out of the water and not caring at all that you were naked and dripping— you ran up to him and straddled him as he rolled on the ground, clutching his arm.  “Oh my god!  I’m so sorry— oh my god!  Please, please tell me you’re okay—”

He didn’t say anything, in fact his face was still screwed into a tight wince as you tried to see where he was holding— his arm, just below the shoulder, you could see where the sleeve of his jacket was torn and blood had begun to stain the fabric.

“Emmett, Jesus, I swear to god— I didn’t know it was you, I—” you began to promise, before you wondered if you should ask what the hell he was doing there.  Why didn’t you tell me it was you?  Why didn’t you say something?  But you decided, as you watched him bite his lip to keep from being any louder, that now was not the time to interrogate him; shooting him had clearly irritated him enough already.  “That— that was fucking loud,” you realized, lowering your voice.  “We need to go back before—”

He just nodded, and you got up off of him to help him up and grab your clothes— a naked woman and a bleeding man running through the woods.  Maybe that’s just a normal day in the post-apocalypse.

~

He hissed when you applied the disinfectant to the cut, looking away rather than letting you see how this affected him— that, or the other side of the room suddenly got incredibly interesting.  But you knew as well as anyone, living in this room for over a month, that it was not very interesting.

“God, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you mumbled, wincing yourself just having to put him through this.  “Can I keep going, or—?”

He nodded, still looking the other direction, and you gave him a sympathetic frown as you started to dab at the cut.  

It wasn’t too deep, thank heavens— it probably didn’t even need stitches, just some alcohol and gauze— but you still felt more guilty than you had for anything you’d ever done in your life.  “Thank god I missed,” you chuckled softly, wondering if it was still too soon for humor— and he didn’t laugh, so maybe it was.

“Yeah— you flinched,” he noticed, sounding correctional, and your jaw almost dropped.

“Fucking— are you serious, Emmett?” you snapped.  “You’re mad at me for not killing you?!”

“You didn’t know it was me,” he replied.

You sighed, thankful he was looking away so he wouldn’t catch your eyeroll.  “Of course,” you breathed.  “Of course I didn’t know it was you— I would’ve never…”

He looked at you again.  “I know,” he promised quietly.

You chewed your lip and nodded.

Taking the bloodied rag away, you looked at the wound— it was a lot better already, and it looked clean, and you still couldn’t imagine forgiving yourself for doing it to him.  You took out a bandage and started to wrap it up around the gash.

“Your ink’s still intact,” you noticed, smiling as you got your look at the tattoo— although you obviously didn’t mean to go through all this just to see it.  You didn’t trace the lines but you did run your fingers over the whole piece: a mountainscape, with tall trees and a cloudy sky.  “It’s pretty.”

He snorted a little.  “I was just a kid when I got that— tryin’ to be tough.  Definitely wasn’t going for ‘pretty’.”

“Well, then you shouldn’t have gotten this lovely view,” you smiled back.  “Is this a real place?”

“Yeah, Montana— grew up there,” he said.  “Always thought I’d go back, then I had my kids— and then, you know—”

“Right,” you nodded, finishing up your gauze-ing of the damage.  You were gonna let him put his shirt back on, not that you really wanted him to, but he didn’t yet.  “Must have been nice, growing up under mountains like these.”

He shrugged.  “It was— sometimes.  It was quiet, I’ll tell you that.  All I wanted was to escape, back then.  Then all I wanted was to go back.”

You smiled a little.  “Yeah, I know that feeling— I mean, I think everyone feels like that.  I always wanted to move to the city— New York, you know,” you said with a whimsical affect on your words, “it’s like a mythical place to anybody from anywhere else.”

He chuckled slightly, rubbing the back of his neck (with his uninjured arm) and nodding in agreement.  “Yeah, I get that.  But then how’d you end up in the suburbs?  Or— don’t tell me you came all the way from the city—”

“No, no, not that far,” you promised, “but I was a little closer to it before everything happened.  I, uh… I actually ended up in the suburbs because of a boy.”

He nodded, wearing a sort of knowing look, and you felt a little embarrassed.  “Ah,” he said simply.

“And then, um, you know— he left.  As they tend to.”

“Boys?”

“Everyone.”

He swallowed; you regretted saying it, sort of, but you were still talking— like you couldn’t stop yourself.  Your hands were shaking— you were looking down at them in your lap, you knew they were— and you just felt like you couldn’t keep your mouth shut any longer.

“You know, this is the first time that I really…” you sighed and shook your head, looking for the words.  “This is the most I’ve ever trusted somebody.  I guess because I have to— but you—”

“S’alright,” he interrupted, “you don’t have to say all that.”

“You won’t even let me thank you?” you laughed, but your frustration was obvious; when you looked up at him, his eyes were filled with something that finally made your hands stop shaking.  Flooded with a sudden wave of courage (and wanting to act on it before it inevitably subsided), you leaned forward and kissed him; you shut your eyes tight— you would’ve lost your nerve otherwise— and you held his cheek in one hand, the tips of your fingers brushing against his hair while your palm pressed against his somewhat unruly beard.

For one moment, it was perfect, but then he reached up and took your hand, guiding you away slowly.  You pulled back, more dejected than ever, and he gave you a soft frown as he shook his head. 

Falling back into your chair, you slumped dejectedly; you didn’t want to cry, it would just seem pathetic now, but your eyes were watering anyways.  “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“No— it’s alright,” he promised, “I’m not… offended, or something.”

“What am I to you?” you asked, point blank.  “I mean— I know I’m not— fuck, I’m stupid.  I know I’m not…”

Despite starting again, you couldn’t find the words the second time, either.

“I just mean… do you see me as, like, a charity case?  A daughter figure or something?”

He shook his head.  “No,” he said, “but I— you’re not my property.  That’s not why I took you from that son of a bitch.  You can leave whenever you want, you know.”

“But do you want me to stay?” you asked, feeling tears run down your cheeks suddenly even though you had specifically requested that they not do that.

Your real question was trapped in the middle of that sentence: do you want me?

He looked away again, and your hurt started to shift into anger— because that’s all anger really is, anyway: hurt, dressing up as something else.  “You treat me like a child!  Sometimes you won’t even look at me, like you’re embarrassed of me!  I’m not your property but I’m not your equal, either— so what am I to you?  Do you even see me as a woman at all?!”

That accusation seemed to get his attention, and he almost looked angry, too.  “I am well aware that you’re a woman,” he said sternly.

“Is that why you were watching me at the pond?”

You’d never seen him with that deer in the headlights look— technically, you still didn’t, because he turned his head away quickly.

“That’s what you were doing, wasn’t it?” you pressed.  “How long were you there before I heard you?  Come on, Emmett— look at me.  Or will you only do that when I’m naked?”

He snapped, standing up quickly and grabbing you by your— his— shirt to pull you with him.  “Do you know what you’re fucking doing to me?” he growled at you.

“Same thing I did to you that night it got too cold?” you returned with a sneer, and he shoved you away with a shudder, turning to face the wall and crossing his arms.  

There was a silence, though it wasn’t nearly as long as the ones you’d gotten used to with him, and he dropped his shoulders as he sighed.  “I’ve done what I can for you,” he said quietly— and your stomach twisted in knots.  He’s going to ask me to leave, you assumed instantly.  “I’ve tried to… to leave you alone—”

“That’s what you think I want?” you realized, almost laughing it was so absurd.  “Begging you not to leave, to stay where I can see you all night, trying to get you to talk to me— because I want to be alone?”

“After what happened to you— after how it must have been with him—” he started, turning around and looking at you sadly— “I’d wanna be fucking left alone.  I’ll say that.”

“Well, I guess I’m just not strong enough for that,” you decided with an unhappy sort of smile.  “I guess I still need someone.  I need you.  And clearly that’s just my fucking problem, so I’m sorry for making it yours.”

But he stepped closer to you, reaching out to hold your shoulders, and you met his gaze again.  You shivered, just like you thought you would.  “Say it again,” he requested flatly.  It wasn’t very specific, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“I need you,” you said again, softer, and he shut his eyes with a sigh.

Your eyes shut, too, when he leaned down and pressed his forehead against yours; you breathed together for a second, your hands moving up to his bare chest as you bit your lip.

“I need you,” you repeated, even quieter— a whisper now— and another tear striped your face.  “Emmett, I need you—”

“Fuck,” he said softly, and you smiled.  “Fuck, I need you, too.”

You smiled even wider then; he could probably hear your heartbeat, you would’ve sworn it was beating out of your chest.  Opening your eyes when you felt him pull back, you waited patiently— like you had been since this all began.

“I just— I don’t want you thinking that you have to—” he started to explain.

“I don’t have to,” you nodded, “but I want to.  Is that wrong?”

He didn’t answer, but he kissed you; he held your jaw gently, tilting your head back, and he kissed you in just the way you’d dreamed of.

It was simple enough at first, sweet and sort of slow— he pulled you closer, wrapping you in a hug while you held onto his shoulders— but then it got… heavier.  Hungrier.  Hotter.

You were gasping as you opened your mouth wider, all but begging him to dive deeper; and for his part, he kept grabbing your waist and hips, pulling you into him like he couldn’t get you close enough, and you thought your knees were going to buckle.

The two of you stumbled back, together, towards the sort-of bed that you sort-of shared; he laid you back on it, and you heard yourself whimper a little as you let him slot himself between your legs.

His weight was oddly comforting on top of you, pressing you back into the nest of blankets as you arched your back against him.

You both pulled back from the kiss as you looked down, needing to see somewhat what you were doing as you started to open his belt.  He looked down too, watching you do it for a second, before laughing a bit and leaning in to kiss your neck.  “Fuck,” you sighed, “come on, you’re gonna distract me—”

“What’s the hurry?” he purred, grabbing your hands and pinning them back instead— and that made you moan out loud.  “We’ve got all the time we want, darlin’...”

“Fuck, but I—” you whined, though you struggled to pull a sentence together when he dragged his tongue over your pulse like that.  “God, I just— please—”

“Shh,” he soothed, “m’gonna take care of you.  Gonna take care of you, sweet girl, I promise…”

And he’d taken care of you every way he knew how before, so you trusted him.  Still, you weren’t exceptionally patient.

You gasped when you felt him press his hips to yours through all these goddamn clothes; he was hard, really fucking hard, and it made your head spin.  How were you supposed to wait for him to be all slow and romantic and stuff when you felt that?  “Pretty girl,” he cooed at you quietly, “look at me for a second.”

You looked up at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and he smiled back at you as he pet your forehead for a moment.  

“There you are,” he breathed, and your heart swelled.

He undressed you carefully, like you were the one with an injury, and you bit your lip to fight the urge to beg him to hurry the fuck up.  He kissed all over your neck and chest, even as far down as your belly while he was pulling your panties down your thighs— and of course he looked up at you as he did it, like he knew it would absolutely wreck you.  “God, Emmett, please,” you whined, sighing with relief when he sat up and finished opening his belt.  He kept looking at you while he did it, something darker and heavier in his stare as he pushed his jeans down; you couldn’t help but look down at it, and you breathed in sharply as you bit your lip.

Of course it was fucking big— you’d figured it was from what you felt before— with a thick, leaking head and a curve that you could just tell was going to fit perfectly inside you.  Your hips rocked a little into nothing at the sight, and you moaned when he kissed you again— more desperate than ever, both of you.

You whined loudly, much louder than you meant to, when he pushed inside you all at once.  It wasn’t too fast or too rough or anything— but it was plenty to be filled by in one go, and your nails dug into his back.

“Fuck,” he grunted, shutting his eyes tightly for a moment.  “So fuckin’ wet.”

You whimpered, feeling your walls tighten up hearing him say that.  It was no wonder, with the way he’d been toying with you— and not just tonight.  “Oh my god,” you gasped out, instinctively wrapping your legs around his hips like you didn’t want him to move at all.  Obviously, though, you couldn’t stop him from pulling back and thrusting in again, nor did you want to; your back arched, hard, and your moan echoed around the room.  “F-fuck,” you choked, “it’s so— you’re so— god.”

“Shh,” he soothed, in a sweet way, and his hands found your hips to pull them up higher to his; he moved you just how he wanted, you were putty in his fingers, and he groaned as he thrusted into you at the new angle.

It was deep.  It was really, really fucking deep; and you thought you were at your limit, but you still somehow wanted more.  Toes curling, you let your back arch between your hips held to his and your shoulders laying back on the blankets— your arms went limp and yet your fingers were searching for something to hold onto as he moved a bit faster.

“So fuckin’ beautiful,” he groaned, a spare hand leaving your hips and groping roughly at one of your tits.  You just gasped and pushed your chest up into his touch, pulsing inside when he pinched a hard nipple.  “Feels good?”

“Yes!” you shouted.  “Yes, fuck yes— don’t stop, please, please—”

Panting, he snarled a little, but he sure as hell didn’t stop.  He was right about you being wet, you could even hear it when he thrusted faster; and that just turned you on even more, the whole thing was a vicious cycle really.

For the most part, you kept your eyes shut because it was just what felt natural— but when you did open your eyes, you caught glimpses of him staring down at you, his eyes moving from your face to your bouncing tits to where he was inside you, where his hands held onto your hips and pet them soothingly in contrast to his rough thrusts.

Then, he watched his hand move to the middle, just above where his cock filled you, and his thumb started to rub your clit.

You had no excuse for being so sensitive, but you cried out and tried to grab his wrist from how intense it was.  “Emmett!” you nearly screamed.  “O-oh god, oh god—”

“Jus’ wanna feel you come, sweetheart,” he explained, his voice darker than usual.  “Can you come for me?”

“Y-yeah,” you agreed with a nod, already feeling delirious from all this.  “Yeah, fuck, I can come— you’re gonna make me come, fuck…”

You went from yelling to whispering by the end of your sentence, though you weren’t sure why, and he kept a steady pace with his hips and his hand until your whole body started to shake.

“I— I’m close,” you choked out.

“I know,” he said.  Smug little shit— too bad you were too busy coming to complain about that attitude.

Shuddering all over, you opened your eyes and looked at him one more time— he was looking right back at you, jaw tight and nostrils flaring, so that only made it worse— before you arched back harder than you thought possible and gave into it.  Your hands kept searching for something to hold, like you might actually fall somehow if you didn’t get an iron-tight grip on his thigh or arm or something.  You found his bent knee but his hands found yours a second later— and he interlaced his fingers with yours, laying on top of you again and pressing deep into you even while you were still in the middle of your ecstasy.  

You weren’t even sure what you were saying anymore, you could tell your mouth was moving and that was about it.  It probably wasn’t even words; but this pleasure, you were totally submerged in it.  He kept kissing you and praising you, fucking you deeper into the feeling and into the thoroughly-disturbed blankets under you.  “Good girl,” he whispered against your neck, “good fucking girl— god, I can feel it— so good for me—”

When a hint of your awareness of reality returned, your mind and body coming down from the high and settling into something a little easier and familiar, your arms reached up and held him close.  "Fuck, Emmett," you whimpered, tears welling in your eyes as you were flooded with an emotion you couldn't name.  "Emmett, I love you.  I'm in love with you."

He breathed heavy and held you tighter, burying his face in your neck as you started to really cry.

"I love you," you said again, grabbing at him harder as he began to kiss your neck— your jaw, your cheek— and his hand wiped your tears away.  

"Shh, I know," he promised quietly.  "It's okay, beautiful, I know."

He wasn't ready to say it yet— but you felt it.  You could feel it just in the way he held you. 

He pulled back enough that you could see his face, propping himself up above you.  Sweat made his hair cling to his forehead, and you smiled at the sight— he looked damn good like this, finally giving in.  You hadn’t realized he was going easy on you, until he pushed in a little harder and a little deeper.  

You whined, reaching up to grab onto his arm, and he hissed when you accidentally grabbed onto the gauze-wrapped wound.  “Fuck, sorry, sorry,” you breathed, moving your hand down, and he laughed a little.

“S’okay,” he assured, leaning down and kissing your cheek sweetly.  “It’s okay, sweetheart…”

You eventually ended up holding onto the back of his neck, running your fingers with his hair even if it was damp from sweat— you were sweating, too, and you’d never thought it could be this sensual to get this way.  All this heat and movement in such a small space, all these blankets and insulation, somehow it made you both even needier.  You didn’t care if it was putting that pond bath to waste, you just wanted more: you made it clear, with the way you needily hugged him closer.

You didn’t even realize you were about to come again until he pointed it out.  “Fuck, another one for me?” he realized with a proud groan.  “Gonna give me another one, sweet girl?  Fuck, that’s it— so good for me—”

It was so sudden, not like the last one that built up and spilled over slowly— this one was hard and fast and left you completely spent and almost too fucked out to notice how much faster he was moving.  But it was impossible not to notice him picking up the pace, getting a little louder himself, grabbing your hands again and squeezing them tightly.

The way he moaned in your ear was just too perfect; you whimpered and tightened your legs around him, gasping each time he reached the deepest parts of you.

"Baby," he grunted, "say you’re mine.”

“Yours, Emmett,” you promised with a whimper.  "I'm yours, I fucking swear— all yours."

You'd never had a chance to know how good it could be to belong to someone— it didn't have to be bad, it didn't have to be like it was before.

He didn’t slow down until every drop was inside you; he gasped in heavy breaths, he held on tightly to your waist, but he didn’t stop until you were completely filled and he was exhausted in every way.

You both took a long time to catch your breath, and in the meantime, he kissed you again.  You figured you weren’t a very good kisser in this state, you were completely numb in the mind and body (in the most amazing way) and you could barely find the energy to even lift your hands— but he didn’t seem to mind, because he kissed you for a long, long time.

Eventually, you were both (mostly) in reality again, and he pulled up to hover above you.  You touched his arm softly, and he looked at your hand before looking at your face again.

“Sorry,” he blurted out suddenly as he looked down at where your bodies were joined, like he was just realizing what he’d done.  “I didn’t mean to— I shouldn’t have finished inside, I just—”

“It’s okay,” you laughed, “I would’ve been kind of pissed if you pulled out.”

“But we should— I mean, we need to be careful,” he panted.  “Next time we have to—”

“Next time,” you breathed happily, pulling him down into another kiss— less tired, more… smiley.  You’d probably seen him smile more in the last ten minutes than the rest of your time together combined.

“What, you thought that was a one-night stand?” he laughed, biting your lip playfully before he broke away from the kiss.  “Or do you just wanna fuck around and pretend not to want each other like a couple of morons before we do it again?”

“I mean, maybe that’s why this time was so great,” you shrugged, “all the anticipation.”

“Nah,” he breathed, leaning in and kissing your neck again— tender and patient, making you sigh and shut your eyes.  “It’s so great ‘cause it’s how this is supposed to be.  ‘Cause we need each other.”

You shivered, just as much from his words as his delicate kisses along your pulse, and you almost melted right back into those blankets again— but instead, you startled him by sitting up quickly.  “Alright, I think I’m ready for that next time now,” you purred, rolling him onto his back and straddling him with a mischievous grin.

“Jesus, woman,” he groaned, hands settling on your waist, “you’re gonna kill me, I think.”

“Well, I missed the first time,” you giggled as you touched the edge of his bandage.  “And we have some time to make up for.  God, I wanted you so bad, Emmett.”

He sighed, his chest sinking, and he let his head fall back as he gave in.  “This is how I always hoped I’d go out anyways,” he decided.

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Dating Carlisle Cullen HCs!

a/n: was the requested? absolutely not. am i a slut for daddy cullen? abso-fuckin-lutley

warnings: fluff, smut, swearing, im lowkey an edward hater in this i’m sorry, smut is fem!reader based!! dating daddy carlisle

- when you guys hang out at night /alone he’s all over you

- he holds you, lays on your chest, plays with your hair while you sit inbetween his legs SHSSUWHEISN

- he plays with your fingers while you guys are around other people and he gets a little nervous

- like if your hanging out with friends he’ll play with your fingers and hands, twist around your bracelets and rings

- i love him he’s so soft

- he desperately tries to stop you from popping pimples and blackheads

- “y/n sTOP”

- sometimes you’ll laugh at stuff he says bc it sounds so old fashioned

- he attempts to make you food and most of the time it’s amazing but usually when you two cook it almost always ends up burnt or undercooked or missing an ingredient

- bc he gets distracted by your stupid jokes that sometimes result in a food fight

- carlisle would do anything for you

- literally one time you brought up wanting to go to disneyland because they do a mardi gras parade and he almost bought plane tickets right then and there

- “what’re you doing?”

- “buying plane tickets.”

- “what??? STOP-“

- he loves how you hate when he spends money on you

- it makes him want to do it more

- you both have multiple matching things

- bracelets, rings, necklaces, etc

- he bought you this EXPENSIVE bracelet once and you almost passed out on the spot

- it has your and carlisle’s initials engraved into it and it’s your favorite color

- he lets you paint his nails frequently

- he loves when you do little designs on them too

- he loves being the person you feel comfortable ranting to

- it breaks his heart when he opens his door and sees you with puffy eyes and a red nose, tears reminiscent on your face

- he lets you in and picks you up, speeding you to his bedroom

- he grabs you a big t-shirt and a pair of his boxers and tells you to shower or change before talking about it

- and then after that he does whatever you want

- sometimes he’ll comb your hair while you rant to him, or make you some tea on the kitchen island while you talk to him about what happened

- he’d totally sit you on the counter and cut up + feed you fruit and clean the juice from your chin. im sobbing

- 100% takes care of your stuffed animals

- he would love how you bond with his “kids”

- you and emmett would totally play horror games together

- emmett and you are this clip:

https://youtube.com/clip/UgkxJdszrIKDCtmfnyVLdhVwf2sGqLcJ6NBU

- honestly either of you could be rhett/link and it would still make sense

- you lowkey make fun of edward ngl

- i feel like he plays games with you and emmett too and he sucks ass

- carlisle looses his shit when he hears you make a gooddamn good roast of him and you can hear him laughing from upstairs

- alice constantly tries to buy you clothes she thinks not only you, but also carlisle would like

- Rosalie would confide in you a lot

- tbh it took her a hot minute to warm up to you but when she saw how happy carlisle was with you she gave you a chance

- jasper loves you tbh

- he games w/ u and emmett and you guys kick ass in rocket league

- sometimes Carlisle will just stare at you for no reason

- you’ll catch him and he won’t break eye contact and you get all flustered and look away

- and proceed to look back to see him still staring

- “what’re you looking at?”

- “just you. :)”

- “okay but why”

- “youre beautiful.”

- “get a room!” ~ emmett

- reminds your to take ur medication

- after meeting your family, he’s always down to babysit with you or go to family reunions or vacations

- if it’s a sunny place he’ll just busy himself with work inside

- always liking ur instagram posts

- he always comments on them too

- just a simple “i love you” or “gorgeous🩷”

——— smut time

- respect and consent king

- wouldn’t dream of hurting you/degrading you ever

- he loves tits. sorry not sorry it’s true

- he’ll play w/ ur nipples and leave hickeys on ur boobs

- fucking looses it when you moan his name

- like, if you do that he’s giving you literally everything he has

- his fav position is missionary or when you ride him but you face him

- specifically if he’s sitting in his office chair and you get ontop of him and-

- makes your legs SHAKE

- he has his hands on your hips while you ride him bc that’s hot

- literally adores your body

- he couldn’t care less of your stomach pokes out or if you have love handles or stretch marks

- he loves you for you

- PRAISE

- this man loves to make you blush and he knows exactly how to do it in bed

- master at giving you head

- literally knows exactly what to do and how you like it done

- fucking dies when you ride his face

- like it’s not a thing that he wants he NEEDS it

- he pays attention to your body movements and how you react to certain things

- he’s the typa guy to get on his knees and eat you out

- tongue around ur clit and fingers inside you pumping in and out and moving around inside to touch your g-spot

[oncomingnight]

Yandere! Jock ⋆.ೃ࿔* :･

I thought of writing this while I was drinking coffee and listening to music and I just couldn"t help myself. So, I decided to give you guys some southern representation which I'm surprised I haven't done already since I'm from Texas. I hope you all enjoy and never hesitate in reaching out to me ♡.

Emmett was positioned as the quarterback in his high school football team. He was an incredibly good student in both terms of behavior and knowledge. It wasn't rare for anyone that was into men to have an attraction to him, if you didn't want to date him, then, you wanted to be his closest friend. There was an extremely alluring nature that Emmett carried with him that made everyone around him feel as if they were on top of the world. If you were hanging out with him and a couple of friends, he was always the complete reason as to why you were laughing and smiling.

He would constantly invite you over to his house and if your parents were strict, he'd go to your house and enter through a window to your bedroom. He'll be quiet he swears, but don't be surprised if you have to slap your hand over his mouth when he loudly coos over your childhood pictures.

As expected, Emmett comes from an extremely powerful family that has connections on connections. This means that any crime committed by him would be quietly hidden away from the public eye, why wouldn't he take advantage of that? He keeps an incredibly close eye on you so he notices when someone either flirts or insults you.

Any of those actions end in death for the perpetrator.

His mom and dad absolutely adore you, along with his younger brother. His brother will show you his newly bought toys and his parents are constantly asking him about you. "She's a real sweet girl, Em. When do you think she'll be comin' back to visit?" Each and every time Emmett brings you on over to his house, you're greeted with three tight, warm hugs and a table full of delicious southern comfort food.

His hands are practically stitched to your body at all times of the day. He'll softly grab your waist with his ring-ridden hand, caressing both sides of your face as he kisses you as if it's the last thing he'll do, gently touching your thighs whilst the two of you lay in his bed.

He loves nothing more than the feeling of knowing you're watching him as he's playing on the field, this motivates him to work even harder to hear your words of praise after the game is over. Teammates of his will tease him about the love-drunken look he gives you when the two of you are together and how ecstatic the expression on his face is as you gush about his performance. He couldn't care one bit, though, if anything, he adores thinking about how in love the two of you look to the outside world.

His favorite song artists he enjoys listening to as he thinks about you are Glen Campbell, Willie Nelson, Dolly Parton, Ray Charles, Cleve Francis and The Delfonics.

Emmett will drive you to a drive-in movie theater, placing homemade food, snacks, bottled drinks, quilted blankets, fluffed pillows and a camcorder (for memories) into the truck bed.

He's well aware that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you and he wants to make life perfect for you. Emmett wants to move into a big ol' house surrounded by fertile and green land, the only thing is, he wants to build your future home. One night as the two of you were cuddled up in his bed and watching a thriller, he popped the question. "What do you want? In a house, I mean. Do you want an arched doorway, a patio, or a cute lil' greenhouse in the back? Tell me, I'll give you anythin' you want, you know that, baby."

Every time him and his family go on a group vacation, he'll always invite you as if he didn't already book a plane ticket for you. He couldn't imagine anything better than spending almost a month together with you and sharing a hotel room.

How could you ever say no?

Emmett would be at the mall with his family and purchase anything he knows will look good on you without any hesitation. That same day, he'll call you before knocking on your window to present the gift he purchased whilst thinking of you. The floral dress he'd bought being packaged in a black velvet box with a dark red satin ribbon wrapped around it.

In southern culture, there is no shock towards young couples being wed as soon as they finish high school. So, don't be surprised when he gets on one knee during a candle lit dinner he prepared in the middle of the botanical garden he bought out just for this night.

He's yours forever.

[042502]

Turn Off The Lights // C. Sturniolo x Reader.

SYNOPSIS: You have an argument with your boyfriend after a failed attempt to lose your virginity with him, he ends up abandoning you and going to a party, don't worry, your neighbor Christopher will take good care of you in the bathroom at the party

WARNINGS: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MR. SMUTTTTT IS COMING, caresses, male receiving oral sex, fights, insults, inappropriate language, parties, substance and alcohol use, dirty talk, female receiving oral sex, finger play, finger penetration, lights out, Chris dom! and much more...

NOTES: My first language is not English, so if you find any grammatical errors you already know why :) so please don't make offensive comments about it and if this is too much for you, go away. MASTERLIST!!

The plan was that I would spend a normal day in class and go straight home to rest and wait for Emmett to arrive. I was saving this red lingerie set for this very moment, I bought it with Emmett's money, but I will never tell him that. Once I get home, I shower and shave beforehand.

Needless to say, I was nervous, I felt his lustful eyes on me all day. And it wasn't until I got home that I felt a little relaxed. My thoughts became so clouded that I almost forgot the long conversation I had with Chris. I'd like to think that conversation helped me, but it really made me question myself even more, since he mentioned several times that he was more than happy to take my virginity. However, I pushed those intrusive thoughts aside and focused on Emmett.

The shower was long and steamy, I couldn't remember the last time I took such good care of myself. I shave every inch of my legs, even my private areas. They gently exfoliated my skin with an expensive scrub I bought. And finally, I put on the most moisturizing body oil I had, it smelled sweet, but not too much. I washed my hair and let the cream soak before combing it. I even convinced myself that a mask was a good idea, so I put a cold cucumber leaf on my face for a while.

With comfortable clothes, I wait for Emmett. My father had said goodbye, something about a blind date. I was happy to have started dating again., but there was no one to catch his attention like my mother once did.

The doorbell rang and I got up quickly. I swallowed a mint and controlled myself once again. After opening the door, I see him in casual clothes and he smiles at me.

"What is this?" Asked and my boyfriend gives me some flowers.

The “a small gift” they are beautiful, but he put them aside while he kissed me. It wasn't long before she picked me up and dragged me into the room.

"I've been waiting so long... baby", He spoke between kisses and hovered over me.

“Let me…” I murmured, moving so I could sit on his lap. I made fun of him, stripping me naked to reveal her sexy lace underwear. I bite my lips looking at myself and his hands brush my waist. I also helped him undress him.

We both stayed there, admiring each other's bodies. His eyes didn't leave me for a second, It was almost disturbing. I read in his eyes that he needs me right now, and not some silly foreplay, Although that would calm my nerves. He massaged the tent in his boxers, and that alone made him cover his face.

It was the painful silence that made me doubt. But I wasn't sure whether to talk dirty or not, So I didn't protest.

"fuck baby, just your touch is killing me, please", snorted, and I gave him what he wanted, remove the remaining garment. His penis jumped on him and hit the lower part of his stomach, and I couldn't stop looking.

Stroking him calmed me down, because I wasn't doing anything wild yet. Even if I wasn't willing to do anything more than penetration, I was tempted to give him a blowjob. I lowered my mouth and shyly wrapped his cock in my mouth. He moaned in a way I had never heard before, not even in porn videos. He looked at me amazed, resting the back of his head on his hands.

"Oh, fuck... Yeah, that's... me...."

I started to let it hit the back of my throat, releasing retching noises. I felt him raise his hips, fucking my mouth desperately. I frowned and began to run out of air. He pulled his mouth away gasping for air.

"Oh my god, sweet... you look so sexy", praise, and I moved on top of him. Grabbing his cock, I started to sink.

Emmett's body began to tremble at the contact and he moaned. I also let out a moan, feeling it inside me was completely strange. After feeling like I hit rock bottom, I moan once more, moving around to get used to it.

Was sweating, sweating everywhere, but not because I moved a lot, but because of the nerves. Emmett continued to watch me as I bounced up and down on his cock, using his chest for support. He took care of unhooking my bra and came over to suck on my nipples.

I hum and bite my lip, accelerating the pace. let's get this over with, I think and I moan as the pleasurable pain he was causing me hits my velvet walls. With every thrust, It got closer and closer.

"Yes Yes!" He growls and I'm starting to feel insecure.

Suddenly, I didn't feel so good and I wanted to leave everything completely.

"I can not, I can not!" I confess, stopping from previous movements and looking away from him, I got off of him and put my bra back on.

"What the hell?"

“Fuck, I'm sorry, I can't.” I repeat, hugging me while I watch him get dressed.

"You make me wait all week, provoking me and provoking me, and when I'm finally here, you suck me, "You bounce on my cock a few times and decide you're not going to do it anymore?" Emmett's sudden outburst surprises me.

"Emmett, please, it's too much..."

Emmett scoffs in disbelief.

"I'm done being nice to you about this., ¿Do you want to have sex or not?"

"It's not that! Maybe now isn't the best time!"

"Yeah? Well, When is the best time? You've been distant"

His words pierced me, He got dressed and ran out of the house, I followed him, like a lost dog that needed leadership. It started to rain and my styled hair got soaked along with my clothes.

"Did you know? ¡Find a way to go to Julen's party! "I don't want to be near you tonight.", scolds me, opening the door of his jeep and begging him to stay, that would make it better. But he was running away and there was nothing you could do about it.

He left shortly after, you surprised me to say the least. How could she be so stupid? I stayed there, crouched at the entrance of my house, with my arms hugging my knees. La rain that fell on my skin suddenly stopped and you looked up. It was Chris, with a black umbrella over me.

“¿What is a princess like you doing in the rain? ¿Mmm?"

"Leave me alone, Chris, I'm not in the mood".

"But we were late, dear".

"Where to?"

"Party, princess, let's go".

"stop joking Chris, "I'm not going to that stupid party."

"Is this seat taken?"

"What do you think?"

Chris laughed at my childish behavior. I had seen what happened outside my house just when he arrived, so it was difficult for him not to notice. I barely recognized his presence, I already had enough food on my plate.

And one thing led to another, and I ended up telling him what happened. He wasn't surprised and it pissed me off. It was a struggle not to break down in front of him, But I finally gave in and let the tears fall down my face.

His aura was cold, how ironic, I didn't dare look at him.

"Damn, stop crying".

“You can't tell me when I can and can't cry!”

He laughed and extended a hand to stop me, but he removed it. It made me even more sad, here it was, being vulnerable. Why am I always so weak with him?

"Do you want to know what I think?" Speak, rotating around the umbrella without removing it from the frame. I kept my lips sealed. "I think if you're finding excuses not to fuck him, You're just not in love with him, As simple as that" His words made my head sink deeper.

"So, why do I feel so guilty?" asked, keeping your head down, and the rain continued to fall.

“Anyone would feel guilty you gave blue balls to the guy” spat, without improving anything, but the company was pleasant.

"It is just that, is Emmett, It has to be perfect," I complained and moaned, now resting my chin on my knees and looking towards the street.

"Nothing is perfect, "It's just not meant to be."

That's when my eyes opened, I was right. I wasn't supposed to be good at everything, that's why there is a relationship, so you can grow. So, why do i feel stuck?

My eyes look at Chris's hands, he was gently touching her knuckles silently.

"I want to go to the party."

""I wasn't going to give you a choice anyway."

“Can you wait here while I get ready?”

He hummed in response and I ran into the room. I'm angry, angry because my relationship was being held back by so many things. Emmett, I'm going to make you regret it.

I pulled out a short black dress, too short for anyone's comfort, but not for mine. It had a soft, velvety texture and matched with gladiator sandals. And for someone who liked simple makeup, tonight I contradicted myself with a big liner and a tinted gloss that deliberately filled out my lips.

My hair was up in another annoying ponytail, so I took it out and let it loose. Brought me back to the days when Chris would touch my hair and say I looked better that way. I was wondering how I got here, Getting so close to this guy.

The final touch was to soak myself in perfume, paraphrasing that, Chris's perfume. The perfume that made me feel like it was with me every time I wore it, Ok, It sounds a little strange.

I left home with a bag that complemented my outfit, that showed off my toned legs and for once I felt confident about something like this. Maybe it was Chris who made me let my guard down.

He looked at me and swore he bit his lip and swallowed.

"This? Too much?" I smiled and he looked away and chuckled.

"Get in the car”, he growled, almost impatient. What's wrong with him now?

The trip was silent, The smell of grass mixed with my strong perfume was the most obvious thing in the car, but neither of them said anything. Instead, listen to the music of the estuary.

"Come on girl," He says sharply and I obey, Like he had some kind of control over me. I was too cold.

"What are you thinking?" I asked him bravely and he put his hands in his pockets.

"No, I'm just sober," He sighed and I laughed, So Chris sober is boring?

The looks I got when I walked into the house with Chris were priceless. He was dressed in a torn flannel shirt, tight black jeans, that were also broken, and Chelsea boots that really screamed "guitarist!". and somehow I liked that.

I didn't bother to fix my tight dress and that left everyone speechless. They were so used to my appearance "good girl" that people would never imagine he was capable of doing this. I saw Vanessa and Julen greeting me happily, and before telling Chris that I would be back, and he was gone, are you serious?

“Oh my god, girl! You look sexy” The blonde girl praised me and looked at me intensely.

"Yeah! I'm surprised you didn't come with Emmett."

"We fought, “I came with my neighbor."

"Neighbor? As? With Chris your neighbor? Woah".

"We are friends, anyway, This place is full!"

Everyone was shouting so I could hear, since there were many people. It was almost claustrophobic for me. It was an incredibly large house, perfect for any party. Just before I could continue looking at the house, Julen touched my shoulder.

"Hey, I know you don't drink, but "What can I offer you?"

"Did you know? Bring me what Vanesa has!" I smiled, intertwining my arms with hers, and that made her scream.

"Very good!" Julen, we will be in the billiard room, Bring our drinks there!" He told him and dragged me across the room, and kept saying that Emmett had to look at me and apologize for whatever we were fighting.

Oh, if you knew, Vanessa.

We both walked into the pool room, which had dim lights. I found Emmett with a red cup in his hand and holding the long wooden stick, waiting your turn in the game. He looked me in the eyes and almost spit out his drink. He walked quickly towards me.

"Darling? how did you get here?" Asked.

"I came with Chris".

"I force you?”

“No, I wanted to go with him.”

“And you came out like that? Pull down your dress. "I can almost see your butt," speak, whispering because she didn't want to cause a commotion.

“Listen, You can't fuck with me just because you have blue balls”, mentioned, knowing you were crossing dangerous waters.

“What the hell happened to you? Fuck, listen, I'm sorry about before, you're right, "I was taking it too far." his voice tried to lower, but my arms remained crossed. "But to be fair, here you are not innocent either, "You literally stopped halfway."

"I was nervous, Ok?"

“Yeah, what are you going to do? Postpone it for another weekend?

"I don't know if you're trying to apologize or be an idiot.".

He continued arguing with you. Vanesa was giving me a drink and winked at me thinking that the conversation was going very well. Being a light weight you were already about to get me drunk, But before I could drink the new cup she gave me, I used it to spill it on him.

"Dear, what the hell!"

"I'm done with this conversation".

I left the pool room and entered the main area. Dancing and sweating, tried to distract me from my boyfriend, it was useless. I met Erika and it wasn't any better either.

"The daddy's girl, Isn't it too short for you?" I snorted and I tried to dance to the other side. "Emmett told me what happened, It's a shame you couldn't make him come." spat, knowing how to get on my nerves.

“Do you want to fuck him? Do it, I invite you to do it myself."

“That's no way for daddy's daughter to talk!”

She pouted at me and my blood boiled. Mis walls were breaking, His words were like daggers and you couldn't continue playing the dollhouse. I walked away from the crowd and entered the bathroom.

I closed the door and saw someone using the bathroom, facing the wall.

"Shit! I'm sorry, I'm going to-"

"Where are your manners, princess?"

Part of me was relieved that it was Chris and not some random guy.. I swallowed and he turned around., buttoning his pants.

“Thought you've gone…” I murmured, walking forward and meeting his gaze.

"I thought you were going to run back to your boyfriend, although you never left", explained, with a hoarse voice and a slightly hunched posture.

“Yeah… about it" I laughed nervously, sitting at the sink, noticing how he moved to wash his hands and leaned against the opposite wall in front of me. He simply hummed and I proceeded to briefly explain the moments that led me to the bathroom.

"And then? Did they break up or something?"

"That? No, I mean, I don't believe it".

"So, why are you still here?"

At that moment, Chris changed position and had his hands pinned to the sink, on the sides of my thighs. His face was only a few inches from mine, He gasped softly at that moment and I took a second to look into his mesmerizing eyes.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, you are with him, But you're here with me and this door is still closed."

"That does not mean anything!"

"So, why don't you stop me?"

The pads of his fingers gently ran over my soft thighs, getting stiff. You're right, I haven't stopped him and he's been touching me. I swallowed, feeling my dress ride up a little.

"¿Mmm? You do not want to talk?" She leaned into my ear and whispered that she was too close to comfort me.

"We shouldn't do this...."

"Oh yeah? Then say the words and I'll get out of here."

I remained silent as his touch ran along my waist and down to my inner thighs. The muted music was just a bonus, because now I was getting more and more excited with just a little physical contact.

There was something about him that made me submissive to him, his voice, his smell, those eyes. It had the power to make me weak in the knees, something I wasn't familiar with. Shout "danger" and you liked that.

"That's what I thought”.

"Don't be so arrogant".

He hit my thigh with his right hand and squeezed hard. I squirm at the sudden act and he laughs.

"You are a real whore, ¿no?" He spoke again, His voice sends shivers down my spine. "You wear this dress where I can see almost everything... you cover your skin with that perfume... damn princess, you're just begging me to fuck you" my breathing was heavy.

my throat was closed, as if I couldn't answer him. His eyes were still on mine and he noticed how I rubbed my thighs. He clicked his tongue in disappointment.

"Oh, I don't believe it" He pushed his hand to separate them.

"Chris..."

"I swear if you say something stupid".

"Turn off the lights", I ordered shakily, and he smiles.

He reaches for the switch and the room goes completely dark.

“Tell me princess… ¿Where has your boyfriend touched you before…?” he asks, and it took me a while to respond, incredibly nervous.

"Here", I murmured, taking his hand and guiding it from my neck, even my breasts and even my already soaked underwear.

"Fuck... "I guess I'll have to clean up the mess he made." I heard him say and I feel one of his hands run down my back and bring me closer to him, finally crashing my lips against his.

The kiss was violent, but violent in the way I had always wanted. Loud wet noises emerged from the contact and I moaned softly into his mouth. I gasp in shock, feeling how my dress goes down and exposes my breasts.

"Look to you... "You didn't even bother to wear a bra?" asked, knowing full well that she was too absorbed to respond.

I felt another slap across the face and his hand grabbed my jaw.

“Answer me when I speak, princess” I have demanded and accepted. He continued with the kiss aggressive, who finally brought his lips to my neck. sucked it, licked and bit, until finally he made it so sensitive that I began to moan.

I knew he did a good job leaving his marks on me, even if it was pitch black. He placed more hard kisses from my collarbone to my breasts. Grabbing one and kneading the other, Chris began to swirl his tongue over my nipple and opened his mouth wider to suck.. A popping sound left his mouth every time he released it and all he could do was stop you from moaning.

"Let me listen to you".

"I... shit."

I let out small words before he continued to tend to my tits and my hands found his hair. Chris could feel me breathing hard and panting, and left one more hickey before moving his hands to my thighs.

“Damn bitch, you are soaked, let me…”

“¡Chris~!”

I screamed as I felt my underwear rip and tear under his touch. His hands touched the back of my knees and he lifted them, leaning on the counter. His fingers found my lips.

"Open and suck, princess". I wrapped my mouth around his fingers before he rubbed my clit, which immediately made him throw his head back.

You were prepared to feel his finger inserting, but instead I was greeted with his warm tongue in my pussy. His rhythm was fast but magical and sent vibrations throughout my body. I loved the way he licked my folds and stuck his tongue in my hole, provoking him a lot.

With every pleasurable moan that came out of my mouth, I could feel him smile. This was fuel for his confidence, because of how fast he had me and my knees. As his mouth moves and surrounds my clit, can't help but twitch and move. This was quickly stopped when Chris's rough hands gripped my waist firmly to keep me steady.

"Oh, fuck, Chris, I am..."

"You cum when I say so, princess".

I grunted at his order and tried to hold back my orgasm waiting to be released. His mouth moved away from my pussy and you complained to me about his absence. But I quickly returned two of his fingers by thrusting and curling inside me, finding my weak spot almost immediately.

“I'm not going to stop, ya que tu novio ya te estiró, true? I guess he has a small dick, because you're so fucking tight."

I did not answer, Too focused on not moaning his name out loud, along with nasty profanities as he fingers her at an ungodly pace. I was shaking, nervous and about to let go, My hands spread out to find his shirt and I grabbed it tightly.

"Chris, wanna..."

"Fuck, then pray for it."

"Please! Chris, please, I can't..."

I was screaming his name, hoping everyone was too busy dancing to hear me. I longed for him to give me permission to finish. I gasped like an animal and he continued pumping inside me.

"Cum on my fingers, princess".

It wasn't long until all my juices were on his fingers. He let out a laugh, almost in a diabolical way, and I heard him lick his fingers.

"You know well", praise and pushed his tongue down my throat once more, his hand still rubbing my now swollen clit.

Then he stopped and turned on the light, exposing my messy appearance. I jumped off the counter, fixing my dress and hair at lightning speed. I was too afraid to speak, not like I just had the orgasm of my life. Demons, I couldn't even stop my leg from shaking.

"Do you want another round or do you want to leave?" Chris offers me, as if it hadn't devoured me flawlessly just a couple of minutes ago.

“Come on… let's go home” I stuttered and he chuckled, without even asking me what I thought, he knew he had left me speechless.

Somehow, We both left the party without being seen. I didn't dare look at my phone, knowing that he had missed calls and texts from the blonde boy.

"About this…"

"I'm not a snitch, princess".

Like you read my mind, He assured me that my boyfriend wouldn't know. Anyway, I wouldn't gain any of that, so it would make sense. He stopped in front of his house and there was a deep silence.

""We can't do this again."

"Actions speak louder than words."

"There won't be a second time".

"You know where to find me."

Chris ignored my warning, because it was more for me than for him. I loved the way Chris treated my body, handling it as if you knew it inside out. Now I knew I couldn't control myself around him.

He hums his last comment, I get out of the car and say goodbye awkwardly before entering my house. That night I couldn't sleep repeating what had happened, and my neighbor, he alone, He managed to wrap me between his fingers.

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[charliedawn]

Can u do headcanons for the cullen clan with there s/o whose a flilrt can this be for femake reader please

You *lean towards Carlisle as he is taking care of work* : "Hey, can I get your number, angel ?"

Carlisle : "...Y/N. We've been married for the past 100 years."

You : "...So ?"

Carlisle *sighs* : "You already have my phone number in your phone."

Carlisle would pretend to not understand at first, but would secretly find it endearing.

He fell in love with you for your fearlessness and honesty.

He would try his best to reciprocate your flirting, but it would mostly end up with him acting all reasonable and you, flirting your way through life.

A combination none could have seen coming, but you're both glad to have each other.

You *dreamily* : "I bet I could take you."

Jasper *smirks* : "Well, what are you waiting for ?"

You *blush* : "Right now ? I mean...With all your family around and...?" *you notice his confused face and suddenly realize* "Wait. Ooooh...You meant in a fight ? Yeah. No. You would definitely win that one."

Jasper *frowns in confusion* : "...Y/N. What did you exactly mean by 'I could take him' ?"

You : "..." *walk away using super speed*

Jasper *runs after you* : "Y/N ! Do not dare walk away from me. What did you mean by that ? Y/N !"

The wonderful thing about Jasper is that he can be so clueless at times, even if he is smarter than most people.

He knows flirting and would understand sometimes, but would still have problems figuring out the meaning.

Rosalie would pretend to be annoyed at first, but would slowly warm up to you.

She would then start playing along and let you flirt with her, only to try to outflirt you. Literally.

You *wrap your arms around her neck from behind and smile* : "How is the most gorgeous creature in all the world doing today ?"

Rosalie *smiles* : "I don't know..How are you today, my darling ?"

You *stunned for a second and pretend not to be sobbing tears of joy. on her shoulder afterwards* : "I'm...fine."

Rosalie can be pretty smooth too when she wants to.

However, be careful if she sees you flirt with someone else..

Rosalie was cheated on once, and we all know what happened to her last 'betrothed'.

You and Bella on a date :

Bella *smiles at the majestic view before you* : "Thanks for bringing me here. It's beautiful.*

You *suggestive wiggling of eyebrows* : "You know what would make this all better ?"

Bella *oblivious* : "No. What ?"

You : "Your lips on mine." *wink*

Bella *shakes her head with a small smile of disbelief* : "I should have known." *still takes you by surprise by kissing you*

Bella likes that you are ongoing and are not afraid to speak your mind.

She would pretend she doesn't, but you would make things more interesting.

And it would end up with her acting more confident too.

Alice can see the future, she sometimes knows when you're going to flirt with her and lets it happen, or even flirts first sometimes.

You *smile* : "Do my eyes deceive me ? Or did a literal goddess just grace me with her presence ?"

Alice *smiles back knowingly* : "My little flower. I've seen my future, and it was perfect."

You *ark a quizzical eyebrow at her* : "Really ? What was so perfect about it ?"

Alice *looks you right in the eyes and grins* : "It was you. You are perfect."

....That was smooth.

Alice would like your flirty personality from the start and would not hesitate before flirting back.

She would also not be very jealous, she would understand if your personality was like this.

What she wouldn't allow however is you actually falling in love with someone else. Your heart is for her and her alone to enjoy.

Emmett *reading the newspaper*

You *entering with a new dress you had bought especially for him/did not notice Carlisle seating next to him* : "~Hey Emmett. What do you think ? On or *notices Carlisle* offfffffff....? Fuck."

Emmett *tries not to burst out laughing* : "...I mean, I love it. Oh, sorry..You wanted Carlisle's opinion ? *turns towards Carlisle with a sly smile* : What do you think, dad ? On or off ? I can't decide.."

You *run upstairs*

Carlisle *gives his son a disapproving glare* : "...Emmett. Go apologize to her right this instant."

Emmett *chuckles knowingly* : "Wait a minute..Here comes the good part."

You : "EMMETT CULLEN ! GET YOUR BUTT UPSTAIRS OR YOU WON'T SEE ME OUT OF THAT DAMN DRESS !"

Emmett *laughs* : "Yes, ma'am." *winks at Carlisle* "I wouldn't tell you to get out but..."

Carlisle understood and was out in a flash.

Emmett likes that you are not afraid of being assertive in the relationship. He is usually the one who flirts and jokes around, so he likes having someone else doing his job.

He would get used to it pretty quickly.

You : "Hey, handsome. Did anyone ever tell you that you glow ? You're like a rainbow after a rainy day.."

Edward *smiles* : "And you are like lightning."

You : "Really ? Why ?"

Him : "You are a light in the dark.."

You : "Aww.."

Him : "And loud."

There was absolutely no sexual innuendo behind that last part, and it made it even funnier for you when you answered with a devilish smile.

"~Only for you, darling.."

Edward's jaw almost hit the floor.

He was born in an era where courtesy and chivalry were the only kinds of 'flirting'.

With time, he learned to adapt and even became a rather big fan of many human things, but he still has trouble understanding standard modern pick-up lines.

But, once he does, he will be smug about it. I just know it.

Edward *magical wave of wonderfully voluptuous and well-kept hair* : "You make my heart beat."

You : "...You don't technically have a heart."

Edward *smiles* : "Exactly. You gave me one. And it beats whenever you are around."

You *laugh whole-heartedly* : "...That was so cheesy and sweet. You almost gave me a heart attack. But, I'll take it."

[iamderp07]

Meet Eddie Dear's Family! These are my new Welcome Home Original Characters (WH OCs) that I created based on Eddie Dear, one of my favorite WH characters! It took me a while to finish them, but I'm happy to have them out of my head!

Some Dear Siblings HeadCanon/Fanon Facts down below 🤣👇

1. Their parents are Elizabeth and Eddison Dear. Beth is from Texas, and Edd is from Louisiana.

2. Emmett is the oldest among the three Dear siblings, and Eddie is the youngest. Ellie is the middle child and the one and only daughter of Beth and Edd (All of them are equally loved, don't worry 😆🤣👍).

3. Emmett is 8 years older than Eddie, while Ellie is 4 years older than Eddie.

4. Eddison and Emmett work at the family-owned hardware shop, with Emmett often handling deliveries using his truck. Beth works at the family post office, where she used to work alongside Eddie. Meanwhile, Ellie owns a diner that was passed down from her grandparents.

5. The Dear siblings all have mitten like hands! Though Ellie has more feminine ones. Perfect for hugging their friends, neighbors, partners, and of course each other!

6. Eddie frequently stays connected with his family through phone calls and mail. ☎️📬

And I like to think that they've added a personal touch to their letters by using custom designed letters, each serving as a unique signature from every family member.

7. Emmett inherited his name from their great-grandfather on their mother's side, while Ellie and Eddie's names were derived from their parents' names - a shortened and endearing version:

Elizabeth - Ellie

Eddison - Eddie

8. Ellie and Eddie talk a lot about their day via phone call-A LOT. During late-night conversations, they end up talking for hours. Eddie often shares a lot with her about Frank, and she loves listening to her brother gush about him.

9. Emmett and Eddie also talk via phone, where Emmett tends to let Eddie take the lead in the conversation. There are times when Emmett ends up dozing off but still holds onto the phone.

10. During calls and when together, Emmett assists Eddie in managing his forgetfulness, much like their father. Emmett provides advice and solutions, especially when he notices Eddie in need of help or feeling troubled. Ellie also contributes in a similar supportive manner.

11. Eddie and Ellie are often mistaken for twins based on their looks and close sibling bond. Ellie actually gets flattered whenever someone mentions this because it makes her feel younger.

12. Among the three siblings, Ellie and Eddie have shared a close bond since childhood (probably because of the short age gap and since Emmett works a lot with their Pa). Despite Emmett being the more reserved and stoic one, all three of them have a good sibling relationship.

13. Emmett is usually fine with receiving hugs but occasionally gives one.

14. Emmett's instrument of choice is the guitar, while Ellie likes to play the harmonica. Eddison bought Ellie her own harmonica for her 12th birthday, and she has always carried it around with her since then.

15. Ellie and Emmett had their Mailman/Mailwoman phase.

16. Ellie is lesbian while Emmett just assumes he is cisgender. He wrong, he is actually bisexual ufhsjgkxxjgz

17. Ellie is like the second mom of the family.

18. At some points during the year, Eddie heads back to his hometown to visit his family.

19. Ellie has a terrible fear of heights.

20. One of the reasons why Eddie has a fear of bugs is probably because of Ellie.

21. Emmett would bring Eddie alongside him during his deliveries when Eddie is around and available.

22. When Ellie and Emmett first arrived in the Welcome Home Neighborhood, Wally somehow mistook them as Eddie's parents. This made Eddie laugh.

23. Emmett is actually good friends with Howdy and Barnaby. Howdy and Emmett would talk about business, while he and Barnaby tell each other jokes.

24. Ellie actually has good balance and poise. But gets all clumsy when she's flustered.

25. Ellie has a crush on one of Julie Joyful's siblings. Specifically, she has a crush on Franny Joyful.

[rebrandedbard]

I just got my

✨~tax returns~✨

in direct deposit and have spent of it magnificently (i.e. like an ass) in a single week on the following indulgences:

3CDs - All Time Low 'Tell Me I'm Alive' Keane 'Perfect Symmetry' The 1975 'The 1975 (Deluxe Version)'

'Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead' (2005) on DvD

A funky thrifted shirt which has a SHOCKINGLY open chest that I did not notice until washing. Slutty 80s dad vibes.

Several songs from itunes including the Witcher soundtrack finally

A super cool art print

A weaving heddle (and in about two second after posting this:)

The ugly ass fucking official merch Total Drama Island looking motherfucker Jaskier pin that I despise but so desperately need

Oops found a cooler one while googling the ugly one but my tax return was good so INDULGENCE! INDULGENCE!

.... okay I may have also found another pin and two stickers ... but it's only about a day's pay so I'm calling that fine! I haven't bought anything fun for myself in a couple months. I've paid a lot of surprise medical bills, I'm finally saving again, and I have EARNED this bit of loot.

Anyway. Retail therapy is real and even just the MUSIC has MASSIVELY improved this whole week. Can't wait to add my new pins to my bard board ✨

[xetswan]

Youngest Shadow- Meet Again

Six | Seven | Eight |

Meeting the parents… Okay.. Yeah, I can do this. They aren’t really their parents. Also not like I just started talking to them or anything. I take a deep breath just as someone starts knocking on my door. I look to see it’s Bella standing in my doorway, I smile as she enters my room. “What’s up?” I tilt my head. “Woww, you actually dressed up.” She pokes my side, I jerk away from her, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you too.” I compliment, going over to my mirror I just had put up with the help of Charlie. 

I just bought new jewelry for my piercings, to make them less noticeable as well. “You nervous?” She comes up behind me, I give her a look through the mirror, not even turning around to do so. “Stupid question, Bells.” I stand up straight, fixing my hair as I do so. 

“[Name], that boy’s here.” Charlie calls, my body tenses up. My smirks, “shut up.” I tell her, leaving her in my room and I go to the front door. “Bye, dad. I’ll see you later!” I shout out, I’m already out of the door, Jasper there to greet me at the bottom of the stairs. 

“Where’s Alice?” I ask, he takes my arm, leading me to his car. “We thought it would be best to have your dad think you’re just dating me so you don’t have to deal with anything awkward unless you chose to.” He explains, opening the car door for me, letting me get in then shutting it to go to the other side. He gets in quite quickly as if he was already missing my touch. 

Once on the road he puts his hand in between us, giving me the choice to take it. I’d be stupid not to, my hand meets his. I watch him smile in the corner of my eye. Now thinking about it him and Alice always need to hold or touch me in some sort of way. These past three days have been filled of them either putting an arm around my waist, a hand holding mine, one of them clinging to my arm or a hand simply on my shoulder and knee. 

The ride through the trees was beautiful, it’s something I could never get over. The peeping through of animals that stared, the animals that were just living their lives.

“We’re here.” Jasper mumbles, letting go of me but before we could even unbuckle my door opened. It was Alice there with a grin, she helped me out and shut the door. “You look beautiful.” She kisses my cheek that has already warmed up from the attention I got from Jasper. She clinged to my arm as Jasper went up to the house opening the door for us. 

Four of them stood in front of me. “[Name], how wonderful it is to see you.” A lady engulfs me into a hug, confused but still hugging her back she lets go, taking my face in her hands. “It’s been so long.” She whispers, I smile awkwardly, not knowing what she’s talking about. 

“Esme, she doesn’t remember.” Alice reminds her, Esme’s face drops as it clicks in her head. “It’s nice to see you again, [Name].” Dr. Cullen or Carlisle smiles, I nod. “It’s nice when my sister is not hurt at a hospital.” I joke, he chuckles agreeing with me. “Certainly.” I figured he probably meant the same thing as Esme about seeing me again. Realizing they have all met me before in my past life before this one. 

I glance over to Emmett and Rosalie, remembering their names from when Jessica and Angela has explained who they were to Bella. Rosalie has a soft smile upon her lips as Emmett grinned. “Were we friends..?” I questioned, they all chuckle but I wasn’t joking. “Very good ones.” Rosalie tells me and I let out a breath of relief. Her man squeezes her to his side. “Oh yeah, we’ve made quite the memories. You were a wild one.” He laughs loudly, I look back at Alice and Jasper who looked almost pissed by his words but quickly hide it once they saw my face. 

“Well, we’re going to talk to her for a little ourselves before Edward and Bella get here.” Alice excuses the three of us, I wave to them and they happily do the same back. Rosalie had an expression on her face once Bella’s name was mentioned. She seemed pained? Disgusted? I mentally shrug, most likely going to find that out later. 

“What was that about?” I ask them once we were out on a balcony. They act confused but I knew they know what I am talking about. “Your faces when Emmett said something about my past life. Why can’t anyone tell me anything?” I cross my arms. I was a little upset, I don’t understand why they refuse to tell me about myself. 

“[Name], it’s something you have to figure out and know on your own. It will come.” Alice places her hand on my shoulder. I roll my eyes. “Okay, another question.” I state, they both make eye contact with me and I continue. “Why are none of you affected by my blood? Okay I get you two but everyone else also seemed perfectly fine.” 

“Carlisle is because he’s been around and a vegetarian way longer than us.” Alice tells me, “The others is because you’re different, we haven’t figured it out but we don’t know.” Jasper frowns, I could tell they wish they knew so they could tell me. Also probably because I ask so many things. 

I hear two car doors shut and I look over to see Edward and Bella are here. They don’t notice us or at least Bella doesn’t so I turn back to the other two. 

“So, we have to warn you of something.” Alice starts and I notice Jasper has tensed up. “Jasper does well around you obviously but your sister not so much.” I nod, understanding. Jasper holds onto my arm and I look at him sympathetically. 

“We want to also give her a small welcoming gift. We have one for you but that’s later.” Alice winks, Jasper then suddenly picks me up and I gasp as they jump down from the balcony. I hide my face in his neck. He chuckles, carefully placing me back down. Alice goes around picking random wild flowers, I watch as she will turn and ask if each one is pretty enough. 

Each time we would tell her they are perfect. 

I think of all the questions building inside of my head as I lean against a tree, patiently letting Alice do her thing and drag Jasper with her. 

And the one question that seems to never go away: Why me?

Out of all of this, why me? Out of everyone, why me? Something I don’t think even they can answer. Or anyone, really. “[Name], let’s go back.” Alice happily says, showing me her flowers too. I smile, nodding, letting Jasper pick me back up and I squeeze my eyes shut as they jump over the rail. Jasper letting me down but holding my hand immediately after.

“Hi, Bella!” 

Alice bounces forward towards my sister, kissing her cheek and handing her the flowers. “I’m Alice. You do smell good!” She seemed to be teasing. “Alice.” Edward starts. “It’s alright, Bella and I are going to be great friends.” She tells the taller vampire. 

Bella extends out her hand. “And you’re Jasper, right?” He grips my hand a tiny bit tighter and I squeeze it back. “Pleasure to meet you.” He steps behind me. 

“You won’t hurt her, Jasper.” Alice gently encourages him, Edward ends up taking her hand instead. “I’ll give you a tour of the house.” 

“I’ll see you soon.” Alice speaks up, Edward shoots her a look, both Bella and I notice before her guides her further up the house. Jasper seems disappointed in himself then his eyes go to my face and I smile causing him to do the same.

 Alice slides her arm to my waist, giving me a short hug. As awkward as that whole thing was I was glad my sister found someone. The two end up leaving my side, Jasper and Alice tell me they have to talk about something.

Moments later we hear them laughing outside. “She’s brought him to life.” I overhear Esme talking. “He’s been alone too long… but how can it end well?” Carlisle responds. “Alice has been wrong before.” Esme enterjects.

“Not often.”

“How about [Name], she only remembers everything when she comes to a near death experience that in the end does end up-” 

My eyes widen, the words that come out of Esme’s mouth cause my breathing to hitch. Near death… What?

Everything looks blurry and I clench at my chest as I try to catch my breath. I hear someone yelling at me but it sounds disoriented. I hold onto whatever is closest to me and end up knocking a glass thing over, breaking it. Luckily someone walks me away from it. I look up. “Hey, hey, calm down.” It’s Alice and Rosalie holding me as I glance over to see Carlisle and Emmett picking up the glass. “I’m sorry.” I exaspperate. “You’re okay, don’t worry. I need you to breathe.” Alice holds my face in her hands almost like Esme did before but this is more comforting knowing it’s my Alice. 

She places a hand on my heart. Then Jasper gently push the two girls away and suddenly my fear went away and I can actually take a deep breath without it hurting. Alice pulls me into her arms as everything calms down. 

“I want to go home.” I sigh. “We can do that.” She assures me. “I’m sorry,” I apologize to everyone in the room. 

[cozycreaturescorner]

it's my season

[volturissideslut]

Hello! Can I request Emmett celebrating his mate when her first book gets published💖💖 I think he would be the biggest hype man around for his mate! Please and thank you!

𝕰𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖙 𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓

Emmett is the most supportive person I can imagine to be honest

I mean, throughout the whole process he's with you listening to your rants about characters or issues developing

He comes up with little easter eggs to hide in the book too and, though he's not an avid reader himself, he'll try his best to read yours in a timely manner

And you bet the moment it comes out he's running to the nearest bookshop to get it

Would face time you as he goes back to the care like "BABYYYYYY I GOT ITTTT"

Brags to everyone he sees about you and how well you've done, to the point even Carlisle is sick of it

Is there for the whole process and knows how draining it can be and ho time consuming it can be, and is always there to give some of his all-consuming bear hugs wgeb you need them

Oh? Youre feeling a little down because you 'just can't get this chapter right?' Immediately you're thrown over his shoulder and he's running around the forest with you like a maniac until you're cheered up

Will sit in the same room as you while you're typing, out the way but still there, because it's a long process and he misses you :(

Bought at least 10 copies and just has them around the house

Goes around hiding them in plain sight

'one for Carlisle study, one for Edward collection, one hiding with the kitchen recepie books-' and on and on and on, hell mutter to himself and count out loud as he zooms about putting them away

[batman-dc-imagines]

Do you like my hat?

*You were napping in your cell when one of the cops came by and woke you up*

Cop: "Hey, wake up."

(Reader), slowly waking up: "hm...?"

Cop: "You're free to go."

(Reader), still half asleep and confused: "What...? Why?"

Cop: "Somebody bailed you out."

(Reader), even more confused: "What? But I don't....I don't even know anyone who would...-"

*As the cop escorts you toward the front of the gcpd, your eyes land on a almost familiar looking face.*

(Reader), still confused: "Who the fuck are you..?"

Jervis, wearing a horrible disguise: "Emmett..."

(Reader): "Okay....Emmett. Did you...bail me out of jail..?"

Jervis: "Yeah..."

(Reader): "Well...why?"

Jervis: "I wanted to show you my hat."

(Reader): "You bailed me out of jail...cause you wanted to show me your hat.."

Jervis: "Yeah..,I just bought it."

(Reader): "Wasn't my bail like...twenty thousand dol-"

Jervis: "Twenty five."

*There's awkward silence between the three of you*

Jervis: "So do you like it-"

(Reader): "No not really..no-"

Jervis, muttering to himself: "Fuck..."

[beastofburdenxo]

Misbehavior

You wear something new to bed and daddy emmett doesn't approve. MINORS DNI

Tags: spanking, daddy kink, fingering, dirty talk, squirting

"Baby? What are you wearing?" Emmett asks you as you saunter into the living room. "Where's your cute little gown I bought you with the bunnies on it?"

"Do you like it?" You ask him trying to be cute

"That's awful skimpy, sweetheart. Maybe you should change?"

You do a circle just to show how short your little silk bottoms are on you. "My gown needs to be washed. And besides I think I like this better don't you?"

Emmett crosses his arms with a stern look. "Go change princess, that's not appropriate to be sleeping in. That is what big girls wear."

Now it's your turn to cross your arms. "I am a big girl. I'm wearing it. I think it's cute!"

Emmett raises his eyebrow. "And I think it's slutty. Go. Change. Now." The warning is evident in his voice.

"No."

"What did you say, sweetheart? Did you tell daddy no?"

"I fucking said no, daddy!"

Emmett has had enough and stands up towering over you. "I don't appreciate the language, little one. You know what attitude gets you, don't you? Or am I going to have to refresh your memory?"

"I am not changing dammit!"

With a growl emmett has you across his lap. He pulls you hair so you look back at him into his stormy blue eyes. "Is that right? You wanna be a big girl? I'll treat you like one. Big girls don't get time out, they get spankings by Daddy, and you are overdue for one."

Slap. You squeak in surprise.

"Look at these pathetic excuse for shorts. I can see your ass cheeks poking out!" Slap.

You start to squirm. Emmett just ignores you and continues his punishment. Slap. Slap.

"And no fucking panties either. You should be ashamed of yourself. You are a dirty little girl. Dirty. Little. Girl. Each word is accentuated by a spank.

"Ow, daddy, it hurts!" You cry out, ass cheeks starting to smart.

"Not so big now, huh? Daddy's punishment too hard?" He pulls your hair again. "Well too bad, you will take it. I'm sick of your mouth talking to me however you fucking please." Slap. Slap.

"Might as well take these pathetic excuse for bottoms off. Not protecting you much anyways. Fucking filthy." Emmett's big hand rips them right off your body. Now you are in for it.

Slap. Slap. Your legs really start thrashing now, and one leg accidentally falls off his lap. You are fully exposed to him.

"What is this now?" Emmett asks, taking a look at you. "Are you wet right now baby? During your big girl punishment?"

"No, Daddy."

"Hmmm I think you are. You fucking enjoy daddy spanking you. Such a filthy pussy on a filthy little girl." Slap. This time, it lands right between your legs.

"Daddy!"

"Oh stop it. Your big girl pussy needs to be spanked too. You both are being really bad right now. You are practically drooling down here!"

Slap. Slap. Emmett alternates between slapping your ass and slapping your pussy. "Oh, look at that. Your little clit is all big and swollen. Shame, shame, little one. I bet a finger or two would slide right on inside, hmm?"

After another spank, emmett slides his thick finger right inside. "Well, well, I was right. Naughty little pussy just loves this huh?" Another finger joins in.

"Daddy!"

"Oh no, you are a big girl now, remember? Big girls get two of Daddy's fingers inside. So tight, baby. Stretch you right out for Daddy. His fingers hit that spot he knows you like. Causing your back to arch.

"Daddy please!"

He pulls out and slaps your pussy again.

"That's enough. You earned this, remember? Only good girls can feel good."

His fingers go back inside you. He toys with you by slapping your ass and pussy and occasionally putting his fingers inside.

"Daddy, please, I'm sorry! I'll be your good girl, Daddy, please! I'm so sorry daddy!"

Emmett gently rubs your clit at your confession. "There we go. That's it. That's all Daddy wanted sweetheart, was an apology. Good girl." Your body shakes at all the stimulation he gave you.

"Such a pretty girl all wet and willing for her daddy. Creamy with need. Do you need to come, sweetheart? Be honest. You took your spanking so well for Daddy."

"Please, Daddy, I need to come. It hurts."

"Oh, I bet you're all swollen and puffy. Come on baby, you can let go for me. That's it."

Emmett slides his fingers in and out a few more times nice and slow. You gush with a cry all over his lap. He takes you through it with praise.

"There it is. Look at you. Pretty pussy made such a mess. Good girl. Sweet little squirter for Daddy. Yes, I know, I know, I'm right here. Daddy has you, baby."

Emmett pulls you to his chest, cradling you. "Come on, it's passed your bedtime, little one. You are still little, right? No big girl stuff?"

You look up at him with sleepy, satisfied eyes. "No daddy, I'm not a big girl. Always your little girl."