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[rebrandedbard]

I GOT A NEW TRUCK! And this is the first thing I put inside.

[cheriboms]

doctober day 10: nuclear

for all the 40s doc enjoyers ;]

[sbcdh]

Dad wasn’t a nice guy. I don’t think I need to tell you that. But don’t believe the media. I don’t think he was evil. People give him a bad rap, or, they gave him a bad rap for the wrong reasons.  They didn’t know the man like I did. 

Tell me more about that.

He loved Emmett more. Told me himself, straight as whiskey. Emmett was tall, went to Harvard business school. Helped dad out in the oil fields. Well, helped in the oil fields at first anyway. He was clever. Had a melon like a jackknife and a nose like a bloodhound for finding tar sands. I never really knew how he did it. And well, look at me. I definitely took more after dad. Short fat and bad tempered. Ha! I really took after dad. I went to Harvard too, of course. But I went for geology. Fuckin’ geology. Yeah I knew dad better than any other man on earth.

Why do you say that?

Theres a way of knowing that only happens when you need someone to notice you. You need that like the air you breathe. You know everything about them. Learn the things they like, when their moods swing round, what they want and fear and dream about. Emmett didn’t have to care about stuff like that. Emmett was a golden boy. 

He was quite skilled at finding oil wells.

You know he damn well was. Never did figure out how he did that. You know doc, now that you got me on the couch, you got me wonderin’. You reckon it was somethin’ hypno-economical? It always did seem like he could sniff out tar sands from over the damn horizon.

It is possible. I would like to talk more about you, and your relationship with your father. 

Bet you do. Emmett was the key to everything. Dad made a lot of money early on. Said he was real good at cards. Said he made money cheating loggers at table games up in Canada. Who the hell knows? Point is by the time I was born he was already speculating in land. WWI was a great time for that shit…You know… You know that reminds me. You know what my earliest memory of dad was? It was him, covered in fuckin crude from a new well. Painted head to toe like…like a doll. One of those old ones you only see in antique shops these days. He was smilin wide with big bright teeth and big bright eyes. He was shoutin to Gert about something and they were both real excited. 

That would be Gertrude Jager, your m-

Emmett’s mom. 

Yes, of course. Apologies. Please continue. 

We were outside. It was early in the morning and I could feel the sun on my back. I had this blanket Gert made me and I was holdin’ it in my little fist. Just like this. Hey doc what are you writin’ there?

Notes on our conversation. Was there any sign of his…

Ascension to the throne of the god-pharaoh? Ha. I was wondering when you’d bring that up. You know, I think it was Emmett.

Emmett?

Yeah. Well, it wasn’t nothin’ Emmett did per se. He just. Well, its a big family, lotta big personalities you know? Dad wasn’t the best about keepin a lid on his temper, but Emmett. He was a bit funny. He’d work for hours on end. I seen him spend eight whole hours out in the fields, writing in some little notebook, come home to the house, and then spend eight more hours writing at the dinner table while the help brought him hotdogs. It was the same thing every time. Hot dogs, shredded cabbage, and beer. He’d eat nothin’ but that for days on end. Then he’d get all quiet. Lock himself in his room, drink himself to sleep. 

You weren’t concerned? 

I was 15. And the family’s got a lotta big personalities. 

What changed?

It was the Wolf Basin lode. You gotta think about that for a second. One million barrels of oil, right when uncle sam is at his thirstiest. Daddy had always hobnobbed with politicians, but they were practically lining up outside the door. They were buyin’ him dinner, and he would up and tell em to take a hike! Imagine that! He would come home late at night, I never seen him happier. He tell me about all the things he said to those men. Made him happier than a pig in shit. 

The success is what changed him? 

Maybe. It weren’t just the money. It was the power. The letters he got. Official United States letterhead. Comin’ in from the governor and senators and once or twice even president Truman. Sometimes I’d see him at his desk just starin at em, not opened or nothin’. He just looked at em. That’s when he started readin’ about Egypt and whatnot. Told me he wanted to know about the old kings. Wanted to rule his domain properly. Read all sorts of things about the middle kingdom and Ptolemy and Ramses II. He’d ramble for hours if you let him. Then one day, he comes back from the Rio Grande in a homemade Nemes. 

Nemes? 

Thats the crown of the Pharaohs. He told us that. I think he made his outta old flour sacks. Said he was chosen by Aten to build a new kingdom-o-the-dead right here in Plano. 

That seems quite sudden. 

It was. It was sudden. Well- Well it was kinda sudden. I think it had somethin’ to do with Emmett. This was around when his funny moods were gettin’ bad. Real bad. He was workin’ himself to string. He weren’t eatin’ or sleepin’. Dad had politicians comin over every damn day to look at the oil fields and Emmett was like a ghost. He couldn’t work! I think dad was scared, because he knew Emmett was the key and none of it would work without him. He started wearin the Nemes more. Wore it round the house with a collar and a robe and whatnot. Started carryin’ a scepter. All that. The politicians and the media thought it was a hoot. They thought he was just bein funny. Or like it was some freemason thing. He could get a laugh back then. They just thought he was bein’ funny. 

You don’t seem to share the sentiment.

No ma’am. He’d go into these rages. They were kinda like Emmett’s but, I dunno. Different, but the same. Ranting and raving about the english language “defiling” sacred hieroglyphics, navigatin du’at, securin himself a place in the field of reeds. He even made the help carry around palm fronds to fan him with. Even bought that purple Rolls Royce so he could travel around like Cleopatra did. Said it was the color of empire. It was around then. Yeah. He wanted to tear down the western guest house, and rebuild it on the north side of the property, so he could build a temple to Aten on the western side of the property. He and Emmett got into one hell of a fight. They’d gone at it before but not like that. It did somethin’ to Emmett. He locked himself in his room, wouldn’t eat or sleep. Sure as hell couldn’t work. A month turned into two, then six. There’d be a day when it seemed like Emmett was his normal self then, well then he’d fall right back down into his mood. Then, well. 

What happened?

Some doctor said we oughta try lobotomy. You know, to fix Emmetts moods. Get him back to work. Dad jumped at it. With Emmett out of the fields he wasn’t making money half as fast as he used to. Practically dragged him to the doctors himself. Couldn’t get the pick behind his eyes fast enough the bastard. It broke him doc. Broke him ways I didn’t know a man could break. He- 

Take your time.

He wouldn’t touch the table when he ate. Thought it would shock him like the doctors shocked him. He would break down crying and screaming if you asked him any sort of question. Ask him what he wanted for dinner and he wouldn’t know, and that would scare him, and it would scare him so bad he would tear out his own hair. Sometimes he’d just go quiet. Sometimes he’d just wander around the house. Then there were the nurses. 

Nurses?

Yes Ma’am. See, dad got Emmett right back to work. But Emmett uh. Lord. He couldn’t focus. You couldn’t leave him alone for two minutes without him abusin’ himself in front of everyone. Hands down his pants, primin’ the pumps. So dad hired a bunch of fancy whores to follow him around dressed as nurses. If we had good company over, and Emmett started to get the itch, they’d just pull him into the next room like he was havin’ some kinda medical episode. 

I- really?

Hand to God doc. Tell ya the truth its nice to tell someone about it. This psychotherapy shit is pretty nice. God. I remember one day. Drivin out to the basin in dads big stupid purple Rolls. He brought me along just to take notes. I was shotgun with all the papers, dad in the drivers seat in his Nemes, Emmett in the back seat playin’ hell with the whores. We got out, miles and miles from any other living souls. I remember gettin’ to check one of the dericks. Big ol mean dinosaur lookin’ thing, high heat middle of summer. It was dad and I glarin’ up at it. I was trying to actually check the damn pumps, dad was sermonating loud n’ proud about the rays of Aten while one of the whores was tryin’ to suck off Emmett. And its like I didn’t even care. I didn’t care one bit doc. I was just tryin’ to check the sediment. 

I- Well, you’ve done very well for yourself despite everything. 

Nah. Dad was fallin’ apart. I was just there to pick up the pieces. He couldn’t handle what happened to Emmett. Its like someone cut off dad’s own legs. It unhitched him from the world. 

How so?

Well, he got convinced the Jews did it. Somehow, he got it into his head that the Jews were poisoning all the food in texas, and that uh -Jew poison- was makin’ Emmett like that. It was dad’s thought that the lobotomy woulda worked if it weren’t for the international bolsheviks. He would only ever eat food he grew on the family farm. Even turned a bit of the chemistry division of the business into that vitamin company. 

Yes, its in my notes. Vitazon. 

Vitazon! That’s the one! Said every pill had a bit o’gold in it, straight from the rays of Atem. Said it- Oh what the hell was it. Said it only worked if you… There was some funny little jingle he wrote for it. Ah hell. The point was the pills only “worked” if you ate em every meal, and that meant subscribing to the company. A whole month’s supply of Vitazon, that was all you needed to purge the Judeo-Bolshevism from your body. Buncha nonsense. Made good money though. 

I see. Did you and your father ever reconcile before he passed?

Nah. He kicked the bucket before I got my big deal with the Saudis. Good riddance. You know what the last thing he said to me was? He called me while I was on a fishing trip up in big bear. I pick up the phone, and he starts rambling about how he wanted to be mummified. He wanted a full new-kingdom funeral. He said catholics weren’t allowed because they were a “semitic people.” I had him cremated, the bastard. But Emmett technically owns the estate. I think his ashes are kept in the temple of Aten, in one of those funny jars with the animal heads. 

What about Emmett?

You know doc, I don’t really like thinkin’ about Emmett. He’s living at the old house. But he’s got proper doctors to take care of him now. I saw to that. They send me letters every few months. Apparently he’s better than he used to be. Calmer. They say he just shuffles around the house wearin’ dads old Nemes. I think it makes him happy.

[entitled-fangirl]

Sparring.

Jasper Hale x vampire!reader

Summary: As Jasper teaches how to fight the newborns, the reader and Bella talk about her past.

Words: 1,551

Warning: vampire stuff, talk of death, cursing

Author's note: I can't tell if I love it or hate it but here you go anyway!

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The famous silver jeep of the Cullen’s pulled up as she watched Emmett be thrown into the dirt. 

The entire family turned as Edward and Bella stepped out of the car.

As they walk to the family, so do the wolves. 

Each vampire held to their mate as they watched said wolves come out from the tree line. Soft growls came from their snouts from the obvious smell of vampires.

Jasper held on to her as they did so, his arms around her waist, his chest providing support against her back. 

Edward stepped to Carlisle, “They don’t trust us enough to be in their human forms.”

Carlisle nodded, “At least they came. That’s enough. Will you translate?”

Carlisle stepped towards the wolves, thanking them for coming before explaining that Jasper would be the teacher in this scenario.

Jasper’s loving mate smiled. She loved sparring as a family.

…

Some time passes and the girl now sits on the hood of the jeep next to Bella. She leans over, “I’ve always found this entertaining. Watching them,  I mean…”

Bella smiled as Emmett flew threw the air once again. “I did have a question, if you don’t mind me asking…?”

The girl nods, anticipating what the human could possibly think of to ask.

“Jasper knows a lot about this kind of thing… I mean… Why is that exactly..?”

His mate shifts slightly, not expecting that question. “Well, Bella. I don’t feel that I’m the one that should tell you. Perhaps you should ask him. It’s… a horrid story, honestly. I’m not sure he’d want it out there, you know?”

Bella nods, “yeah, right. I get it… sorry.”

The girl’s head perks up at the sound of her name being called by Carlisle. “Oh, shit. My turn to go. Watch me, Bells?”

Bella grins, “Of course.”

…

Jasper stood confidently on the dirt ground, his eyes trained on the person in front of him.

His pretty mate. 

She held the same look in her eyes. 

They had sparred many times before. And they were both quite good. He taught her practically everything he knows. 

The entire family gathered around to see how it would play out. Would they go easy on each other? Who would win?

It seemed the two held that look in their eyes as well as they tried to scope the other one’s thoughts.

Then he rushed her. 

They were both incredible to watch as if they were dancing. Their bodies seemed to always know what the other would do, even when changing their fighting style. It seemed the two lovers truly knew each other in and out. 

Eventually she slipped, and Jasper seized his opportunity, grabbing her wrist and pulling her to him. 

Pulled against his body, her face was mere inches from him. The tension between the two rose as his gaze fell to her lips. God, he couldn’t resist her even when he was pretending to be her enemy.

And she was no better.

She focused on the feeling of his strong grip, his sturdy fingers wrapped around her seemingly delicate wrist. 

If they were alone, this sparring match would have escalated, like it usually does when they are so. But today, they simply stared at each other. Those who didn’t know them would assume they were calculating what the other might do next, but no. This family knew them quite well. And thank god no one else had Jasper’s gift, or the tension would bring a blush to their cheeks.

She gently leaned forward, their lips brushing. Jasper tilted his head down to receive her soft lips. But they never came.

She swept his leg out from under him, pinning him to the ground as she placed a knee on his chest. 

She leaned down to his face, whispering softly in his ear, “What was that you said? Don’t get distracted?”

He smiled, letting his head fall back against the dirt. 

She would be the death of him. 

And he would love it.

…

The sparring continued the next day as she found herself sitting next to Bella on the hood of the car again.

She watched Jasper as he sparred with an admiring look in her eye. She loved the Major with all her heart. 

Or, what was left of it anyway.

If it still pumped blood, she would be able to feel it beat for him.

“Do you mind if I ask you another question? A different one, this time?”

The girl nods, “Yeah, don’t see why not.” 

Bella looks down at the dirt. “Can I ask what happened to you? How you… how you got here?”

She felt a breath come out of her unused lungs, “Oh. Yeah. ‘Course. It’s… not a pleasant story but any means… are you sure?”

The human nods, “Please. I’m trying to understand you guys better.”

The girl leans back slightly, regaining her bearings. “Alright. Well… I was born in 1941. I uh, grew up in the 50s. Not the best timing, obviously. Do you know much about the ’50’s, Bella?”

The human’s head tilts back and forth in thought, “A little. Civil rights and stuff..?”

“Yeah. Well, the Korean War was in the 50’s. There was this military guy that fell in love with me. And I to him. But… we, uh… how do I say this? He was… we were…?”

Bella leans forward, “…what? Just say it.”

“Well, we were different skin tones. And.. well, I don’t need to say much more. Anyway, there was this other man that decided he liked me. He was pigheaded and awful. I hated him. He tormented me everyday. I finally told him about the man that-“

“-what was his name?”

The girl’s head perked up, “Whose?”

Bella met her eyes, “…the one you loved.”

A deep sigh left the vampire’s lips, “…Johnathan.”

Bella nodded, leaning back again to let the girl continue her story.

“I told the man about… Johnathan and… the man began to tell everyone in town. It became the only thing anyone talked about until eventually…. Eventually...,” the girl’s voice faded out in thought. “…I’m sorry. I haven’t told this story in so long…”

“It’s alright. Take your time.”

“Thank you… uh… the man formed a mob and approached us in the park one day. Johnathan tried to protect me. And he did. Until they… killed him…” the girl stared at the ground, a somber look in her eyes. “…and the man ended up being a vampire… he changed me and… well… yeah.”

Bella nodded, “How did you find Carlisle?”

“Oh. Right. Uh, I was on the run… after I changed. I actually ran into him. Well, he ran into me. He…. He stood to where I would crash into him, so he could talk to me. He knew everything. He took me in. And I met Jasper…”

Her eyes wandered back to Jasper. His sleeves were pulled up, exposing the skin of his forearms, and the scars that resided there. He was so strong. So perfect. Her knight in shining armor. 

Bella noticed the girl’s longing gaze and smiled to herself. “…how did you know he was the one?”

The girl turned back to Bella, “Oh. You just know, Bella. It’s… ugh, it’s this feeling you get in your heart. Like you’ve finally taken a breath after being underwater for years. Like your souls have intertwined and have become one. It’s… strange to put into words…”

Bella nods, “It sounds wonderful.”

She nods too, “Oh, it is. Edward feels that way about you.”

Bella looks up in surprise, “Really?”

She smiles, “Yeah. He told me that the day he met you. Like he couldn’t think around you. You… occupy all of his thoughts. You fascinate him.”

The human grins, “And that’s how Jasper feels?”

“-How I feel about what?”

Jasper had walked up to the two, a grin on his face. He leaned against the car on his side, his arm resting over his girl’s leg. 

His mate smiled, “Perhaps it’s none of your business… girl things…”

Jasper scoffed, “Sure, darlin’. Anything you say.”

Her hand reached up to run it through his hair. 

The three sat in silence for a while before the girl broke it. “I need to go back to the house. Help me down, Jas?”

He stood, reaching his arms out, gripping her waist to help her down. She was vampire. She didn’t need help. And they both knew that. 

Bella scooted forward, “Wait, before you go…?”

The girl turned around in Jasper’s arms. “…Yeah?”

“What happened to him? …To the guy that…”

The girl’s lips pulled up into a smirk. Her head turned slightly to look at Jasper’s face that held the same knowing smirk of his own. “Well, Bella. He… got what he deserved…” 

And with that, she walked away. 

Bella gawked slightly, now focusing on Jasper, hoping he could illuminate on the situation. 

But he continued to grin, watching his girl walk away. 

Eventually, Jasper felt Bella’s confused emotion and turned to her. “I made a vow not to kill after I met her…”

Bella’s eyebrows knitted together, and Jasper’s smirk grew into a grin. 

“…But I fucking killed him.”

And with that, silence overtook the forest as he continued to watch his girl walk away.

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[slut4thebroken]

Bunny

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Emmett x reader

Summary | You like riding him a lot 🐇

Warnings | Smut, large age gap, daddy kink, pet names, praise, size kink, riding, crying, creampie, did I mention age gap lol, overstim, aftercare kinda, established relationship.

Words | 1.4 k

Notes | Guys I actually love the dialogue in this so much lol

Ao3 link | <3

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Kinktober | day 23: riding

Emmett’s large hands held onto your hips tightly, no doubt leaving bruises. You bounced wildly on his lap, mostly being assisted with his hands, but still doing some of the work by yourself. 

You loved fucking him like this. If you looked down, you could see his thick cock bulging your stomach each time you sank down on it. You liked being able to ride him as fast and eager as you wanted— when he actually allowed you to control the pace. 

But you also liked how much this position really accentuated the size difference between you and Emmett. He was tall and strong, and you just looked so tiny sitting on his lap. Honestly you looked tiny next to him in most positions, but for some reason, this was one of your favorites. 

You liked how he’d snake his hands around to roughly squeeze and grope your ass, helping guide your movements and occasionally spanking you. You liked the way your breasts would bounce along with you— Sometimes he’d pull your torso down and suck on your nipples or kiss you, letting you continue eagerly riding him. 

However, you especially liked when he took control— when he lifted you up and down on his cock, not letting you control the speed at all as he just used you like a sex doll. It took practically no effort for him guide you up and down, fuck you deep. Usually that turned into him holding you still and snapping his hips up into you while you cried out, barely able to take the intensity. 

You liked when he’d force you to sit all the way down on his cock, forcing it in deep until you could literally feel him in your guts. Sometimes he’d hold you there and rub your belly, feeling how distended you were from his cock. 

“See how deep I am, baby? You take it so fucking good.” He moaned, making you whine impatiently, trying not to squirm too much so you wouldn’t get punished for being ‘disobedient.’ 

“Such a good little girl… Always trying to please your old man, huh?” He said proudly. His hands snaked up from your belly to grope your tits, completely engulfing them with how big his hands were. You mewled and rocked your hips a little, wanting to just continue riding him already. He let out a low groan and slapped your tits a few times, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you jolt and whimper at the feeling. 

“Show me how much you want it, doll.” He smirked. When you finally got his permission, you immediately started bouncing on his cock. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan and your brows scrunched together at the intense feeling, but you didn’t stop— you didn’t even slow down. “That’s it… Bounce on my fucking cock, bunny. Ride it good.” He chuckled at your eagerness, making you whine, but increase your efforts regardless. 

“S-So big…” You choked out through a whimper, mewling desperately. You started panting and his hands roamed all over your body, squeezing and groping greedily. 

“That’s right, baby… But that little cunnie can take it, huh?” You nodded dumbly and he chuckled again. 

You still remembered the first time you took his cock. It was almost a year ago now and Emmett had planned a very special day for you, full of romantic activities before finally taking you home. You were so eager by that point— desperate to take your first ever cock… and he was more than willing to give it to you. 

He ate you out and worked you open on his thick fingers until you came, then he mounted you and lined up. You were so scared, but Emmett kissed you and assured you it would only hurt for a bit. 

When he finally pushed in, you had cried and whimpered, barely able to take it. But he wasn’t deterred. He kept forcing his thick cock inside you and popped your cherry, whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you cried. 

“Shh, babygirl… You can take it.” He murmured, kissing you to muffle your sobs and pleas as he started thrusting slowly. Despite the pain, knowing you were giving him so much pleasure made it all worth it… Afterwards, Emmett took a bath with you, made you some food, then cuddled with you the whole night. You were sore in the morning, but he ate you out again to make up for it. 

You’ve gotten better at taking him since that day, but you still struggled quite a bit. However, you’d grown to love how it felt being split open on his thick cock, forced to take every single inch as your walls stretched obscenely wide to accommodate him. It was satisfying in a way— knowing you were pushing yourself to your limits, but successfully pleasing him in the end. Feeling him come deep inside you was a reward like no other. 

“Keep bouncing, bunny. Ride it nice and good…” He gruffed, finally gripping your hips, deciding you needed help after you started getting lost in thought. He bounced you faster, barely even giving you a chance to follow his order on your own. You cried out at the sudden change in pace and intensity, grabbing onto his forearms to steady yourself. 

“Wanna come...” You mewled, whining at the warm feeling of arousal pooling in your belly. 

“Yeah? You wanna come on daddy’s big cock?” He cooed mockingly, but you still let out a strangled moan at the name he used. 

“Please, daddy.” You nodded desperately, still trying to bounce on your own even though he was controlling almost all of your movements now. 

“Go ahead, babydoll.” You could’ve cried when he actually gave you permission and didn’t draw it out more to tease you, like he normally did. 

“Thank you!” You gasped out. Emmett held you in place above him, then started rapidly bucking up into you, fucking you hard and fast, sending you barreling toward your orgasm. You reached a hand down to rub your clit, struggling to hold it steady with how hard his thrusts were jolting your body. 

You finally fell over the edge with a loud moan, hearing him grunt at how tight your pussy clamped down his cock as you came. “Good girl…” He groaned, making you whine. 

You had no choice but to ride it out fully, and when the pleasure finally faded, you still had no choice but to take it. Emmett was growling and grunting, sounding almost feral as he rapidly snapped his hips up, chasing his own orgasm. Tears brimmed in your eyes from the overstimulation and you whimpered pathetically, trying to pull his hands off your hips so you could escape the painful pleasure, but he was far too strong. 

“Quit it.” He snarled, getting angry and frustrated by your attempts to resist. “You can fucking take it.” You shook your head to protest… which was clearly not the right response based on the way his eyes darkened before he started fucking you harder. “Take it, you little brat.” He growled, warning you. 

“Please come, daddy!” You whined, barely able to get the words out through your hiccuping sobs. 

Emmett let out a guttural, animalistic sound at your plea, only getting more worked up. Eventually though, he finally slammed you down on his lap, impaling your tender pussy on his cock. His balls twitched with each rope of come that shot out of his cock, painting the walls of your cunt white with his sticky seed. 

“That’s it, doll… Take all of daddy’s special cream deep in that greedy little hole.” He groaned, riding out his orgasm. His hips were still bucking up, instinctively trying to bury his cock even deeper, and his fingers were digging into the flesh of your hips painfully. “What do you say?”

“Thank you, daddy.” You whimpered, finally able to relax a little now that the painful stimulation had ceased. 

“Good girl. Give me a kiss, baby.” You obeyed, whimpering when his cock shifted inside you as you leaned down to kiss him, making him groan. “Such a good girl…” He murmured against your lips, and you whined quietly again in response. “Let’s get you cleaned up, doll.” He finally pulled back, then gently lifted you off his cock, moaning at the way his seed gushed out of your gaping, swollen pussy. Then he carefully picked you up in his arms and carried you to the bathroom to run a bath for you. 

[doyoulikethissong-poll]

Alan Silvestri - Back to the Future 1985

Back to the Future is an American science fiction franchise created by Robert Zemeckis and Bob Gale. The franchise follows the adventures of a high school student, Marty McFly, and an eccentric scientist, Dr. Emmett "Doc" Brown, as they use a DeLorean time machine to time travel to different periods in the history of the fictional town of Hill Valley, California. The first Back to the Future film was the highest-grossing film of 1985 and became an international phenomenon, leading to the second and third films, which were back-to-back film productions, released in 1989 and 1990, respectively.

In composing the score, the only direction Zemeckis gave Alan Silvestri was "it's got to be big". Silvestri used an orchestral score to create a sound that contrasted with the small-town setting and the significant time-changing events occurring within it, and developed a heroic theme that was designed to be instantly recognizable in just a few notes.

"Back to the Future" received a total of 86,9% yes votes! Previous Alan Silvestri polls: #484 "The Avengers".

[cherrycranes]

Real Cowgirls Ride (Emmett x Fem!Reader) [+18]

Pairing: Emmett (A Quiet Place 2) x Fem!Reader Summary: When you go to a bar in upstate New York with your girlfriends for a bachelorette party, you encounter a hot rugged man who´ll teach you how to ride like a real cowgirl. Word count: 4,248 Contents: (Minors DNI). No apocalypse AU. Age gap (Reader is 24, Emmett is 39), Oral sex (fem receiving), a little bit of ass licking (fem receiving), fingering, P in v, protected sex! Author's notes: Once more, a collab with @fuckiingloser cause that's my wifey. Mandatory "english is not my first language" disclaimer. Enjoy the ass licker.

It was the first time you ever stepped a foot in this rural upstate New York town. Certainly an interesting choice for a bachelorette party, but your friend: the bride, and her future husband had grown up here. It was nice, though. A very appreciated change of scenery from your busy downtown New York City life. It had been a 3 hour drive to get here, and you planned to just have a good time.

The party had a cowgirl theme and you had gone all out: a borrowed pair of red cowgirl boots that you had never imagined wearing in your life, a pair of dangerously tiny Daisy Duke jean shorts and a white cropped t-shirt that said “Budweiser” across the front. All topped with a matching cowboy hat sitting on top of your head. Your girlfriends showered you with compliments, you played the part so well.

It was around 11:30 pm now, and after several stops of the bar crawl, you all walked into a smoky, dark dive bar. The neon signs gave the entire room a dull glow. It was moderately full, mostly with old blue collar men tired from a long day's work. Some of them gave your group a few stares that only your tipsy state managed to ignore. You had come here for fun, and that’s what you would have. 

You got a big table, ordered some drinks and shots and cheered for the bride, wishing her all the best with the love of her life. And, in secret, you hopelessly wished that you would find yours too… You were painfully single at 24 and your only one previous boyfriend had cheated on you after a year of dating. You were still young but loneliness stung.

To distract yourself, you ordered a few more shots and just went along with the vibe of the bar and your friends’ laughter. Some moments later, you wandered over to the old school jukebox that sat alone on a dark corner to flip through the endless pages of song options. Some you knew, some you didn’t, and one you picked before a rugged voice behind you interrupted you:

“Excuse me, miss...” You turned to look. “I just have to have a look at these fancy red cowgirl boots up close...” The man in front of you said with a charming little smirk and with his baby blue eyes looking down at your feet, then at your legs, your body and, eventually, meeting your eyes. 

You looked him over too, with his plain white t-shirt, blue wrangler jeans, dusty work boots, scruffy beard with a few silver strands in it and a ball cap with some brown curls peeking out underneath it. Quite handsome. His little excuse to come over and talk to you was pathetic but cute, it had made you smirk a little. And when you looked into his beautiful eyes and saw that pretty smile again, you decided to give him a shot.

“Honestly… My buddies over there were givin’ me a hard time and said that I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t say something to the pretty girl in the red cowboy boots...” He gestured over to his friends in the booth in the other corner who gave you a wave and smile. You turned back to look at him, and gave yourself the luxury of eyeing him up and down again. He was definitely older than you, but not exactly old enough to be your father. He must have been in his early 40’s at most. He was sort of rugged, most likely a blue collar man. Some tattoos poked out from under the sleeve of his t-shirt. He was not the type of guy you were used to encountering in New York City. “I'm Emmett..” He smirked, and you chuckled a bit at his words.

“Hate to break the news but I borrowed these from a friend… I’m not a real country girl.” You admitted with a smile. Emmett laughed softly and leaned against the almost forgotten jukebox.

 “Well… They look good on you either way… That’s for sure…” He looked over your body once more, shameless infatuation irradiating from him. His boldness made you smile again, and admittedly, it also turned you on. Like clockwork, the first notes of the song you picked started to play and Emmett gave you an approving smile.

“Good choice… You’ve got good taste obviously… Would you like to dance, beautiful?” He asked, his voice like velvet in your ears. You felt a sweet heat rush to your cheeks and you nodded.

“I'd like that.” You smiled and he took your hand with a gentleness that was to die for, pulling you closer and wrapping his strong arms around your waist. In return, you wrapped your arms around his neck and followed him along. Butterflies flew in your stomach like they hadn’t in so long when his arms tightened around you.

You chatted a little, dancing slowly in the middle of the dive bar with his rough hands rubbing the exposed skin of your back. In the background of the slow song, you could make out the voices and giggles of your friends who must have been staring in amusement and support. 

In between the small conversations and the dance, you found out Emmett owned a farm nearby. Mostly horses and some crops. You also found out he was 39 years old. Never married, currently single. Then it came time for questions about your life, your work, your age, where were you from…

“Ahh, so you’re a city girl, makes sense… Never seen someone as hot as you around here before...” Emmett whispered, still swaying with you and still holding you tight. You blushed, something not everybody did to you, but there was something about him. His looks, his charm, his rough hands. You couldn't help yourself.

Guided by that feeling, you kept talking. Now telling him about your failed relationship, your cheater ex-boyfriend and your 8 month-long singlehood. Emmett’s brow furrowed upon hearing that.

“Fuckin’ asshole… Who would ever wanna lose you? You need a real man… Not a little immature boy..” He whispered, shaking his head gently and tightening his tattooed arm around you ever so slightly, just for the butterflies in your stomach to go even wilder. 

Your song ended and the jukebox went silent. Emmett immediately asked to buy you a drink, and how would you even say no? Next thing you knew, you were sitting on a barstool with him standing in front of you, a hand on your thigh making you swoon. He leaned over to order, the scent of his almost worn-off cologne sending more heat towards the right places.

“Two miller lites please, thanks.. ” The bartender cracked open two beers and pushed them towards Emmett. He handed you one along with a sly smile, his other hand still on your thigh.

“Well… Cheers to a good night that I'm hoping gets even better.” Emmett held his drink up to yours and clicked them together with a nice melodic sound. 

“Cheers.” You chuckled, arousal pooling in your lower abdomen and burning steady for the entire time you and Emmett talked and flirted in between sips. Some guilt crept up on you at having practically abandoned your girlfriends, but every quick glance towards them made you find them winking and putting their thumbs up. So you focused back on Emmett, laughed at his jokes, touched his arm, gave him your best smile…

“Can’t believe a pretty girl like you is interested in an old man like me.” He rubbed his hand softly on your exposed thigh, and you couldn't help but let out a sincere chuckle.

“You're hotter than any guy I've met in the city by a million honestly… A real man who works with his hands and knows what he wants and isn’t shy about it…” Every word of yours was soaked in a sensual tone and your eyes never looked away from him now. He had the most beautiful pale blue eyes you had ever seen, his pupils were long dilated from looking at you, and they seemed to get even more when he heard you talking like that.

“Well, you sure know how to flatter a guy… I’ve gotta say you’re one of the sexiest things I've ever seen.” Emmett leaned in to whisper into your ear, his lips giving you a featherlight touch. “My hands aren’t the only thing I’m good with…” His warm breath sent a satisfying shiver down your spine. “And I do know what I want… I wanna see what’s underneath this little crop top and these tiny jean shorts…” 

Your breath hitched ever so slightly, the hairs at the back of your neck stood up. His rough hand gripped the soft flesh of your thigh firmly, the sensation, along with his words, going straight to your core and now dampened panties. 

It was 12:45 am now, the clock upon the wall ticked in front of Emmett’s eyes with an eager question. 

“It's getting pretty late… Whaddya say you come home with me tonight… And I can teach you how to ride like a real cowgirl?” He whispered through a seductive smirk, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear and effectively making your clit pulse. You bit your lip, took in the pale blue of his eyes and leaned a bit closer.

“You wanna be my teacher?” You asked him, holding his gaze. Emmett nodded before taking a swig of his beer, finishing it and putting it on the bar.

“I'm sure a girl like you could teach an old dog like me a few tricks too…” 

Your smirk turned into a grin before his eyes and your wet pussy fluttered again. God, he was so smooth and beyond sexy. The kind of man you needed.

“Take me home cowboy.” You whispered, ripples of arousal traveling around your body as you watched Emmett pull out his wallet and slap a 20 dollar bill on the counter to cover for your drinks and tip, before taking your hand like a gentleman.

Your girls cheered when they saw you walking out with him, and you so graciously gave them a playful middle finger that made them laugh out loud.

Emmett held the door open for you and all the exposed parts of your body felt the cool summer breeze of the night air. Not for long though, his truck was just a few steps away, and as the gentleman he was, he opened the passenger seat door for you and helped you in. The inside was rather cozy, an air freshener hung from the rear-view mirror along with a, quite fitting, tiny cowboy hat charm. You flicked it with your finger as Emmett got in the driver’s seat. 

“Before we leave...” He started, leaning over the center console. Before you could ask him anything, his lips met yours in a hot, sensual kiss. Inevitably, your hand reached up to touch his beard, and you delighted with the taste of beer and faint mint gum in his mouth.

 “Sorry, I just had to… Couldn’t wait another minute.” He whispered against the softness of your lips, forming a smile. He sat back in his seat and started the truck up, making it roar to life. His left hand held the wheel and his right hand found his new favorite spot: your thigh. Soft rock born from his radio barely made noise as he drove you down the mostly empty country roads to his home nearby. You raised both eyebrows when an old farmhouse and several barns came into view.

“Wow… All this is yours?” You asked softly, admiring the vast space bathed in starlight.

“It is indeed, pretty girl.” Emmett smiled, pulling up next to the house and getting out of his truck, this time helping you out of it, upholding the true gentleman behavior. 

His arm wrapped around you once again, his body warmth fighting for you against the chill summer night’s breeze. You smiled when the front door opened for you and you were the first to step foot inside the cute little farmhouse. It was rather lovely, perhaps too minimally decorated but it was to be expected, he was a 40 year old man living alone. You seemed to be the most feminine thing in this house. 

“I love it… So cozy.” You leaned against the kitchen counter, attracting Emmett to you. His hands found your hips and he looked down at you with that flirtiness that made your pussy wetter. 

“You haven’t even seen the bedroom yet.” He whispered, closer and closer to you until another sensual kiss captured your lips. Your mouth gave his skillful tongue entrance and with a delicious groan he picked you up easily. Your legs wrapped around his hips and his hands supported you by holding your ass. He swallowed a moan from you and walked you both across the house, towards the stairs and into his bedroom. There, he laid you down on his big bed, his lips reluctantly leaving yours for air.

You propped yourself up to your elbows, granting him a visual feast for his eyes to devour. Your exposed midriff, your little shorts and those cute little red boots. Since your cowboy hat had been lost somewhere on the way to his bed, your hair was slightly messy, and your lips glistened from his saliva. He didn’t know where to begin with you. 

“Fuck, you’re sexy…” He admired you, reaching down to pull one of your boots off, then the other one. Both joined his wooden floor. “I need to see this perfect body naked for me…”

You giggled, his hands now occupied themselves with your jean shorts. In a couple of seconds they also met the floor.

“Would ya look at that…” Emmett let out a flirty whistle upon seeing what you hid underneath the denim: a little red thong that made his cock twitch in his jeans, another reminder of how painfully hard he was. His calloused thumb didn’t resist and ran over your clothed pussy, slowly making its way between your folds and marveling at the feeling of the damp fabric. He growled in approval. 

“Someone’s wet…” He looked into your eyes and you felt a rush of blood divide itself to reach both your cheeks and your needy cunt. You bit your lip, your body ablaze.

“Flip over for me, baby… Face down ass up.” He ordered after playing with you over your panties a little bit. You, incredibly turned on and obedient to any sexy command he could throw your way with that deep voice of his, didn’t even think about it twice.

“Yes, Sir.” You played along, flipping over for him with your ass in the air and your cheek against the duvet cover. 

“Fuuuck…” He groaned at the sight. You knew very damn well your little thong was covering absolutely nothing from behind. “I wanna make sure this little pussy is prepped for my lesson…” he said, peeling the thong off you slowly. 

Anticipation pooled at your cunt, the flimsy red fabric left your body with his help. Once you were free, Emmett palmed both your asscheeks and spread them slowly. He moaned at the sight of your glistening pussy and tight asshole, all fully waxed.

“Jesus Fuckin’ Christ…” He breathed out, feeling his heart skip a beat. “I could come just looking at you…” He whispered just inches away from your needy cunt.

You moaned softly at his words, feeling completely exposed yet so turned on. Nothing else could matter to you anymore.

“Please...” You whimpered so needily, he couldn’t resist leaning in and letting his tongue slide between your slippery folds. A guttural groan of his made your pussy reverberate, the taste of you on his tongue so addictive, so divine.

“Oh my god…” Now, you moaned. Emmett’s hot tongue licked a fat stripe from your clit all the way to your ass, flicking against it. The sensation was so good you could barely comprehend it.

“You taste like honey…” He purred to our flesh before spitting on your pussy, his saliva slowly dribbling down between your lips and making him groan in approval. Two of his fingers gathered some of that spit on them before circling your aching hole, slowly pushing inside of you from behind. 

You moaned over and over, his thick fingers pumped in and out of you in a slow but firm motion. He watched hungrily as your tight cunt took them in so easily and so greedily.

 “Fuck… Feels so good…” You spoke in between moans that only got louder when Emmett curled his fingers inside you, hitting that special spot. “Holy fuck…” 

The louder you moaned, the faster his thick fingers moved and curled. Your eager pussy had his index and middle fingers completely wet and glistening.

“That feels good, pretty girl?” He asked with a smirk. “Gotta make sure this little pussy is ready to ride my big cock…” he growled hungrily. 

“I-I’m ready… Please…” His pumping fingers had you bucking your hips in desperation and stuttering, almost out of your mind. Emmett loved every single detail about it, you looked just so beautiful when you were this horny and needy. Mercifully, he pulled his fingers out of your begging cunt and slowly brought them to his mouth, groaning at the taste of you.

“Flip over, baby.” He commanded, the sound of the zipper of his jeans making your ears perk up. You did as he said, catching the glimpse of his pants hitting the floor and his shirt being pulled over his head. He tossed it aside, the view of his toned, hairy chest and arms, along with those sexy tattoos of his made your pussy feel even more needy. Your eyes feasted on him, from his chest to his hard on in his briefs.

“I think you’re ready for your lesson…” Emmett crawled onto the bed and laid on his back, dark curls resting on his pillows. Right away, you sat on your knees, watching the way his arm flexed as he reached over to the side table and opened the drawer. Touch guided his way to a gold wrapper.

“A little help?” He smirked, looking down at his hard cock still tucked in his underwear. You smiled and nodded, your fingers hooking on the gray waistband and gently peeling the fabric down his legs. His big hard cock immediately sprung free for your eyes to devour. A throaty groan resonated from him. It was much bigger than what you had pictured, it was impossible to not stare at it in all its veiny, throbbing glory. 

Emmett ripped open the condom wrapper with his teeth, rolling the latex down his thick cock and looking up at you with a sexy smile.

“You ready to be my cowgirl?” 

Immediately, you snapped out of your trance and nodded.

“Yes, sir…” Your voice came out sweet and so lovely, his hand motioned towards him.

“C’mere, baby…” Emmett cooed and you moved to stand above him. You lowered down slowly on him until your sensitive folds felt the covered tip of his cock, making him groan a little at the friction.

“Mmm, slow baby…” He coached you in a soft voice, putting his hands on your hips and guiding you. “Sink down slowly…” And slowly you did it. His cock slid inside your tight hot ready entrance easily, with all the time in the world. You sank down further, each of your knees on either side of his thighs almost trembling at the stretch. Loud moans escaped you both in unison as you adjusted to him and he adjusted to you. You felt so full, for a second you even doubted if it all could fit, but, as if his cock was designed for your tight little cunt, he fully slid right in with ease. 

“Oh, fuck…” You breathed out, looking into his beautiful eyes through your fluttering eyelashes. “So deep…” Words came in soft whine. Soft, clingy hands supported you by touching his broad, hairy chest. Emmett smirked, a perverted gleam in his eye from watching you adjusting to his thick cock.

“You feel me in here, baby?” He whispered, voice thick and heavy with lust. One of his calloused hands moved from your hip to your lower belly, pressing into your soft flesh and creating an erotic pressure that you could only moan and nod to. You felt him so deeply, all over and inside you.

“You feel so fucking good around me…  So tight and warm. I think this pussy was made to ride my cock.” His voice was low and rough, both hands moved to your hips again, ready to begin.. 

“Now, just go with the flow and get into a good rhythm baby… I’ll help…” He coached you with a sly grin that made your cunt clench around him. He was just so sexy, and he knew and reveled in it. “Just relax and enjoy the ride…” 

After exhaling a needy breath, you started to swivel your hips a bit, riding him slowly. Emmett groaned, his eyes closed in utter pleasure. His hands stayed glued to your hips and guided the slow rhythm your rolling hips set. You both moaned. His hips moved a little under you, encouraging you more and more.

“Look at you cowgirl...” His voice was already a little breathy, his groan took over the last letters of the word “girl”. His cock throbbed inside you at the sight of your pretty tits moving under the Budweiser logo. He helped you out with that, pulling your cropped shirt off your body and hungrily taking in the view of your bare chest as you bounced on his dick.

You moaned more when the tip of his cock hit that deep spot, and the more you spent riding him and earning yourself the title of cowgirl, the more he entertained an idea. 

After a minute or two, Emmett pulled you down, making you chest to chest with him and wrapping his toned arms around you. A searing, sloppy kiss entered your mouth while his hips pistoned from beneath. Your sweet tongue melted into his before he whispered against your lips.

“Now it’s time for you to relax and I'll do all the work baby…” His hoarse voice tickled your skin and he planted his feet on the mattress, gaining the support he needed to immediately pick up the pace and pound into you relentlessly from underneath. No thoughts registered properly in your brain from that point forward, it was all just a hot, wet pool of pleasure. A series of curses left your lips with no particular order and with no respect for anything.  

“Oh-fuck… Oh my fucking god... Fuck!” You cried out into the skin of his neck, the sound of your voice mixing with his low groans and the slapping of skin.

“You fuckin like that?” He panted into your ear, his hips never stopping as you moaned non stop.

“Yes... Yes... Fuck, yes!” You cried out as his hands moved to spank your ass, hard. You almost screamed, the sting nearly sending you over the edge. It was so overwhelming, you didn’t fully realize just how close you were until that moment.

“Jesus… I think I'm gonna come…” You whimpered and his hand came down again hard on your ass, definitely leaving a red mark. Emmett held you so tight against his chest, holding you in place for his thick cock to slam into over and over.

“Come for me..” He looked right into your eyes with pure want in the blue of his irises. And as if on command… You did. 

Eyes squeezed shut so tight you saw lights, a whiny moan was born from the depths of your chest and your sweet, slick cunt clenched around him tight. Your legs couldn't stop shaking and your orgasm took over every single sense. All your being was just a giant orgasm that still could feel him pumping hard into you.

“Holy fuck..” He breathed out in awe watching and feeling you succumb to all the pleasure. 

“Good girl..” He whispered, praising you right before capturing your lips in a hot kiss. “I'm coming too..” Even in your state, you could tell. His thrust had gotten sloppier and his breathing was much heavier. He wasn't able to hold back much longer. Inside the transparent latex, you felt him pulse and fill the material with his warm cum. He groaned, his arms held you tight and kept you there until the last drop was out.

Panting like you had just ran a marathon and with hearts beating fast, you laid there chest to chest. You put your forehead against his in a sweet moment, in response, his hand rubbed your back slowly.

 “Jesus… that was...” He whispered, still a little out of breath looking right into your eyes. You couldn't help but blush and put on a shy smile. 

“...the best sex i’ve ever had…” You softly finished his sentence. 

He pulled out slowly and sat up with you still pressed against his chest. His eyes studied your face for a minute before speaking.

“I think you may be a real cowgirl after all…” There was that sly smirk once more, one that made you return the sentiment and lean in with him for one last soft kiss.

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[lover-of-mine]

You should use your color theory powers to prove that Bobby is still alive

Okay, not exactly color theory but stay tuned to step into denial land with me.

One thing about the show is that it loves breadcrumbing. They do a lot of stuff that will make you go "oh, that is what that was" upon rewatch.

So, I made myself rewatch the lab stuff and from that we get Argument Number One: we never saw a body. We saw him pass out and a body bag. Bobby passing out does not mean he is dead because Chimney fully passed out and Chimney was bleeding a lot more than Bobby. And Chimney is alive. The seeing the body is important because we usually do see the body. We see Patricia's body, we have focus on Eddie with Shannon's body, we see Emmett's, we also Marcy's.

In other instances, like with Karen, Denny, Buck, we saw a monitor flatlining or some other confirmation that there is no pulse.

With Bobby we cut from him laying on the table to a body bag when they could've done a dramatic shot of Athena against the glass to parallel Bobby losing Marcy.

Argument Two: the song choice. Licensing Work Song by Hozier has to have been extremely expensive. And honestly, that song after the leaked scripts that he was gonna be buried alive was so...

When my time comes around Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her

Like, come on.

And not only that but the way the song overall can be interpreted as an suicidal alcoholic finding something to live for in love.

Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear, I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did

And the second verse catches my eye when we go back to Sick Day and we go back to bathena's dream house being an empty nest and Athena overall being the thing that tethers Bobby to life. Bobby wanted to die but starting to date Athena is the start of him accepting he found more to life than the things he lost. It all makes the choice of this particular song even more insane. He doesn't want to leave her. He will crawl back to her.

Argument Number Three: Bobby's halloween costume. He's a vampire.

An undead creature. An undead creature that in a lot of versions of the myth needs to go in contact with the virus venom then bleed out to be reborn. And coming back to the leaked script, in a lot of versions of the myth, the person needs to be buried to wake up in their second life.

Argument Four: Still on the buried alive line of thought, this happened in 811. Please note the way she grabs Bobby. We literally had someone be buried alive.

Argument Four bleeds into Argument Five: CDC recomendation for CCHF is to no autopsy, embalment, or do anything with the body beyond put the body bag in the coffin. @muddiedfoxglove has a more detailed post on that here. The situation in 811 is that the husband gave her cyanide, which should have killed her, but didn't, and buried her before checking for sure she was dead. Sounds familiar to everyone assuming the virus killed Bobby and not checking and him being buried with his full gear that includes his phone and will let him call 911 when he wakes up from this thing that should have killed him but did not?

Argument Number Six: the copilot from the plane disaster. In particular Athena's part in keeping him alive. He's powering through because there no other pilot, but then his heart stops. There's the whole effort to keep doing cpr while Athena fixes the situation and lands the plane, and then Athena chooses to stay in the plane, even thought it is on fire, to continue that and he ultimately makes it. Kinda like the way Athena fixes the situation with Chimney and is the reason Bobby has to stay alive.

Argument Number Seven: this parallel.

There's also the way Buck was dead, his light was on, Bobby's isn't on. We also had the full helmet in frame for Buck, and that did not happen with Bobby. But Buck makes it out of it alive.

Argumemt Number Eight: Jesus. 911 has added a lot of Jesus symbolism to Bobby this season. And it makes me wonder after meeting his mother in a church. And the fact that the episode aired on Holy Thursday. And the fact that the funeral is being filmed on the Hall of Crucifixion and Resurrection. The Easter of it all points to resurrection.

Edit: Wait, no, Argument Nine: 808 and the way Brad's character was supposed to be dead but has a "miracle recovery" no one could explain. Also plays into the Jesus of it all.

I think this is all I have for you. Hope you join me in denial land if you read this.

[junkdrawerfics]

You're Scaring Me

Jasper Hale X Reader

Summary: Request - Can you write one where the reader does something major told her not to do and he gets mad when he finds out and then jasper tries to console her and she’s jus really guilty and upset and then the major comes back out and they talk it thru.

Word Count: 3558

Warning: Angsty maybe. Obviously some unhealthy anger stuff, but it ends well, I promise.

Note: I liked the idea of doing something with the wolves, but felt Jasper/the Major wouldn't ask you to stay away from people, especially if they were your friends. So I took a route regarding reader's safety, since he'd totally go feral over that.

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Saying Forks was in the middle of a blizzard would be an under exaggeration.

You’d never seen snow like this. You could barely see past your front porch, it was coming down so hard. School had been canceled, of course, and Emmett had convinced the family it would be fun to try hunting with the added challenge of not being able to see.

Jasper had hesitated to join at first, to leave you alone in this storm since your parents were away, but it only took a little soft convincing from you for him to relent.

On one term, at least

“Please stay here ‘til we get back,” the blond repeats worriedly as he puts on a coat - that he doesn’t need, you might add

“It’s not that bad out, Jasper,” you chuckle, eyes glued out the window.

“Darlin.”

His voice shifts subtly. You blink, glancing back at him over your shoulder. Jasper stares right back at you, eyes narrowed, a familiar intensity burning behind them. Your body figures it out before you do, fine hairs standing on end, pupils dilating. A sharp contradiction to the smile that lights up your face.

“Yes, Major?” You ask, barely missing a beat. 

The man takes a step towards you, hands clasped behind his back, shoulders straight. It’d be intimidating if you didn’t know better.

“You goin’ to listen for me?” He asks, voice low, accent thicker than before.

“Of course, Major.”

The barest flicker of a smile pulls at the vampire’s lips. Such a sweet thing. The way you look at him - all wide, puppy dog eyes, attentive and loving - it makes him feel raw with the need to protect you, even if it’s just from the blizzard.

Tender in a way he’s never been, the Major touches your chin, drawing close enough that he can feel your warm breath stutter against his lips as he murmurs, “Then be a good girl and stay put for me. I don’t want you out in this weather.”

You can’t help but soften, fondness curling in your chest. He really is just a soft teddy bear at his core. 

“You don’t have to worry about me,” you insist, curling your arms around his waist, “I won’t go out, I promise.”

“Good.” The Major closes the small gap between you, lips pressing against yours in an unrelenting kiss. It’s all you can do to keep yourself upright as his hand curls along your jaw, drawing you closer, closer, until your head is spinning from the feeling. You’d think he’s going off to war again by the way he kisses you.

You can barely catch your breath when he pulls away. Heat blooms across your cheeks, and you bury your face in his chest to hide it, which earns a low chuckle from the blond. He presses another kiss to your temple, this one softer, gentler.

“Love you, darlin,” he murmurs, all honey and sweet and Jasper again.

You melt against him, voice muffled by his sweater, “Love you too, Jazz. Stay safe, please.”

“I won’t be long,” he reassures you, “Emmett will give in when he realizes all the animals are hidin’ from the weather.”

You huff a laugh. Perhaps. Emmett is stubborn, reckless, and stubbornly reckless. Once he has an idea in his mind, it’s hard to get him off it, like today. But you’re sure Jasper’s right. He’ll give up once he gets bored.

“I’ll hold you to that mister. I’ll be lonely without you.”

“Well, we can’t have that, now can we?” He leans down, catching your lips one final time. You can feel his grin through the kiss. “Just a couple hours, darlin’. I’ll drag him back if I have to after that.”

He’s still reluctant to leave, but the nagging worries are quieter now, enough that he can drag himself from the comfort of your touch to join his brothers outside. You watch them disappear into the haze of snow, like ghosts, before shuffling back to your kitchen to work on some homework.

It shouldn’t be so hard to stay busy until they get back. Right?

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That’s what you thought, at least. But one hour quickly turns to two, which quickly turns to three and still no Jasper. By the fifth hour, you’ve finished all your work and find yourself staring into an empty fridge with a growling stomach.

Of course your parents would forget to stock up before going on a business trip.

Chewing the inside of your cheek, you glance outside. It’s still snowing, but not…as bad. You could probably make it to the grocery store and back without any problems. And you’d probably get back before they do, so Jasper wouldn’t even know.

Everything would be fine.

You layer up, tucking a scarf tightly around your neck. It might be a little lighter outside, but it’s still well below freezing. It’ll be quick, though. The grocer is maybe a five minute walk, and you only need a couple things.

Popping your hood up, you grab your house keys and venture out, shuffling the whole way there.

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“Brave of you to venture out in this,” the cashier chimes, scanning your microwave meal and milk - you figure you might as well get stuff for breakfast too.

“Didn’t have much of a choice,” you hum shakily, teeth still chattering as you hand him some cash, “I’d rather be cold for a bit instead of going hungry.”

“Fair ‘nough!” The cash register dings and he hands you some change. “Stay safe out there, miss.”

“Thanks.” You cast him a smile, “You too. Hope it clears up a bit before you have to leave.”

“God willing.”

You slip your gloves back on and heave the bag of supplies from the counter. 

On the walk back, you’re a little less careful, eyes wandering as you tread through the snow. The journey here hadn’t been so bad. Sure you’d almost slipped a few times, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as you thought it’d be. It was actually almost nice, once your face went numb at least.

Your thoughts wander to the food in your hands, pace picking up a bit as you think about how nice a warm meal will be after this. And well earned after a long day of work and a hazardous journey to get it. Maybe you could cuddle up on the couch and turn on a movie while you eat. That sounds ni-

-and you’re falling.

You screech, boots slipping against the ice as the world tilts wildly. Instinctually, your eyes squeeze shut and you wait for the impact, hoping your layers might be enough to cushion the fall.

They are, thankfully. But they aren’t enough to stop your ankle from twisting as you tumble a bit off the sidewalk.

The pain is instant. It pulses up your leg, sharp and fiery compared to the cold seeping into your bones. You suck in a sharp breath, teeth gritting as you bury your face in the snow. It’s all you can do to keep yourself from crying, that stinging sensation starting in your eyes, a lump forming in your throat.

God, you’re so screwed.

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“Darlin, I’m back,” Jasper calls out softly, brushing the ice from his hair as he slips into your warm house.

Almost instantly, he can tell something’s wrong. Jasper stops, brow furrowing. Usually you’d be bounding up to tackle him by now, a beautiful smile on your lips, asking how things went. It’s something constant, a custom he enjoys more than he’ll admit.

There’s no greeting this time, though. Even as he stills, focusing on the sounds of the house, he can’t hear a thing. No footsteps, no heartbeat. It’s eerily silent, empty. 

You’re not here.

An uneasy feeling settles in his chest. Jasper speeds through the house, checking each room, hoping his ears are just tricking him. Maybe you’re just asleep or reading in some corner. With each empty room, though, the feeling worsens, gripping him by the throat, unrelenting and violent. He’s spiraling, he knows it, can tell he’s walking along an all too familiar edge, blurred between himself and-

The Major pauses at the door to your bedroom. Empty. Your coat isn’t where you usually leave it. Neither are your boots. It leaves little doubt in his mind where you’ve gone.

You didn’t listen to him. 

The blond takes a slow breath, holding back the anger that washes over him, white hot and smoldering. 

It’s rare for you to not listen to him. You know his none-too-gentle requests are for your safety, they always are. Because while Jasper would rather die a million times than see you hurt, the Major would bring the world to its knees if it meant keeping you safe. He’s never had something as good as you in his life and the need to protect that, to protect you, well - that drives him to his knees. And now you’re out in this storm. By yourself.

The door slams as he throws himself back out into the snow to find you.

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The snow is picking up, you notice glumly as you carefully flip over in the snow. Even the slightest movement makes pain prickle up your leg, but you can’t lay face down in the snow much longer, not with how you’re quickly losing feeling in your nose.

You sniffle, swiping at your eyes to keep the tears away. What are you supposed to do now? It’s not like you can stay out here. Frostbite doesn’t exactly sound appealing, but neither does the idea of limping home with this pain. You could call…No, no, he’d be so mad. You can’t call Jasper.

Not that fate really cares about what you think.

You squeak when a pair of arms suddenly lifts you out of the snow. The only thing that keeps you from screaming is the familiar cold touch of your captor and the mess of blond hair flickering in the snowy breeze. The fear slowly disappears when you realize it’s just Jasper.

Quickly replaced by a tight, anxious feeling in your chest when you see the tense set of his jaw and how the lines in his neck stand out under his pale skin. He’s upset. He’s upset with you and your ankle is still throbbing and your eyes are stinging again and-

You inhale shakily, an apology ready to spill off your lips, but the look he gives you makes it all die on your tongue. His usually stoic expression turns dark, eyes narrowed with barely restrained anger.

“You open that mouth, sugar, and I promise I won’t be goin’ easy on you,” he drawls, low and heavy, accent dripping off each word.

Not Jasper. You bite your lip, eyes immediately dropping to your lap. Definitely not Jasper.

You can’t bring yourself to break the stifling silence after that. Not when you can practically feel the Major’s anger radiating from him, which does nothing to ease the turmoil swirling inside of you. The soldier is never this open with his emotions, usually so careful to maintain a mask of indifference. With each step, you can feel the tension rising, his grip tightening, and your chest almost hurts from how hard your heart is beating.

It all comes to a head when you make it to the house. The moment your feet hit the ground, and he knows you're safe, the reins of his control slip, an uncontainable rage burning through him.

“I told you not to go out,” he mutters, pacing back and forth in your small entryway. 

He can’t stay still, too scared of what he could do. Every cell in his body desires to pin you against the wall, handle you rough and selfish, make you realize how awful it felt to come back and find you gone. But he can’t. He won’t. That’s not what you deserve, he knows that. Jasper would be better at this, he would be gentle, but the Major has never been good at gentle.

You blink at him, wide-eyed from the door. It’s like watching a lion pace at the bars of a zoo, except there’s nothing between you and him. Nothing to keep you safe except him. He could do anything and you wouldn’t be able to stop him. You’re just a human, after all. And the Major has had his share of violence. Even though you know he would never hurt you, you can’t stop your hands from shaking.

“I wasn’t, I wasn’t going to be out long,” you try and explain, digging your fingers into the material of your coat, “I promise-”

“You promised you’d stay put,” he drawls roughly, hands clenching behind his back.

“I was just goi- going to get food!”

The blond grits his teeth, his usual impassive tone sharpening, “What on earth were you thinkin’?”

“I- I thought I’d be back before you,” you spit out, and immediately snap your mouth shut.

The Major stops pacing, every muscle in his body going rigid. You bite your cheek, pulse racing as he slowly turns to you, those gold eyes burning so dark you swear they almost look red. Like blood. Something tightens in your chest. That was the wrong thing to say.

“So you purposefully disobeyed my orders?”

“I didn’t-”

“You decided to be foolish and risk your life goin’ out in this storm,” he growls, slowly closing the space between you, “without anyone knowin’?”

You shrink back a little, panic clouding your head. The Major stops in front of you, frame towering over yours, making you feel impossibly small. Tears prick at your eyes as you shuffle back against the door, pain shooting up your leg as you put weight on it.

“Answer me, darlin.” He doesn’t relent, eyes burning into you. Waiting.

A lump forms in your throat. You bite your cheek, desperate to keep the tears at bay, eyes glued to his boots. You can’t. You can’t do this.

But the blood drains from your face when a fist slams into the door beside you, practically splintering the wood. You can feel it shake against you before settling into silence.

“I’m not goin’ to ask again, (Y/n),” he murmurs, deadly calm again.

You hold your breath, slowly bringing your eyes back up to the Major, and the look on his face makes your heart drop. It’s drawn into something unnervingly blank, cold. No more anger, just…

“Major-“ A tear breaks down your cheek, your voice unbearably quiet. “You’re scaring me.”

The change is instant.

Like light breaking through the clouds, the emptiness leaves his eyes, filling them back with warmth and concern and love.

And you crumble.

Jasper catches you with ease, arms wrapping around you tenderly as he lowers you both on the ground. You curl into him, face buried in his coat as the tears come freely now. You couldn’t stop them even if you wanted, and you’re just so tired, so hurt. There’s nothing left in you, all you can do is cry and cling to him for dear life.

“‘m sorry, I’m sorry,” you hiccup miserably, and Jasper feels his still heart break. “I’m so sorry, Jazz, I didn’t mean to. I just, I just needed food, and it wasn’t that far, and I thought- I thought-”

He hushes you softly, fingers brushing through your hair as he unwinds the swirling mess of your emotions. You can feel it, you’ve always been able to, the subtle shifts and gentle pulls. Never too much, because he knows you wouldn’t want that, but enough so you’re not drowning in them. 

Eventually you’re calm enough to take a full breath, the air stuttering past your lips as you go limp in Jasper’s hold. He draws you tight against him, brushing his hand down to rest at the nape of your neck, just a comforting, constant pressure. 

“You’ve nothin’ to apologize for, darlin,” he murmurs eventually, voice muffled in your hair. “I’m the one who should be. I had no right treatin’ you like that, no matter how worried I was.”

“But-”

“No,” he cuts you off firmly. “It wasn’t right, darlin. It was my fault for bein’ late. He…He’s mighty overprotective of you, and he- I don’t know how to handle myself well when it comes to you. I hope you can forgive me.”

“I do…” You sniffle, the sound soft and sad, but your grip on him tightens. “But I should’ve listened, then I wouldn’t have slipped and gotten hurt.”

Jasper pulls you back suddenly, brows furrowed in surprise, “What? You’re hurt? Where? Do I need to get Carlisle?”

You laugh weakly, his overwhelming concern easing the tightness left in your chest. The tension drips from your muscles, adrenaline slowing. “No, no, I’m fine. I just, I fell…outside and I think I twisted my ankle, is all.”

“Let me see.”

You squeak as he sweeps you up for the second time today. You wrap your arms around his neck as he carries you to the couch. Every touch is slow, careful, as he sets you down and goes to work on getting your boots off. You wince a little when you have to bend your ankle, and he murmurs a quiet apology.

Relief washes over you though when his cool fingers smooth over your heated skin. It’s like the best ice pack ever. You can’t help but sink into the couch with a sigh, eyes fluttering shut.

Jasper purses his lips. It must have been a bad fall since your ankle is angry and swollen. He should have come back sooner, then this wouldn’t have happened. You wouldn’t have gone out in the storm, you wouldn’t be hurt, and the Major never would have scared you.

His thoughts flashes back to the look on your face. The fear glimmering in your eyes as he leaned over you. It’s burned into his mind, replaying over and over.

“Major, you’re scaring me.”

After a few seconds too long of silence, you peek an eye open. Jasper kneels, statue still in front of you, eyes set on something distant. A frown catches your lips, and you lean forward, touching his chin gingerly. Those gold eyes dart up to you, coming into focus, flicking between their usual warmth and a familiar steeliness. You shake your head fondly.

“Major,” you call, hand resting against his cheek, “come on, let’s talk.”

He straightens ever so slightly, but instead of drawing back like you’d expect, the stoic man covers your hand with his own, turning to skim his nose to the inside of your wrist. He takes a deep breath, eyes closed. You sit there, just like that for a while, watching him quietly.

When he talks, his voice is a low, calm rumble, his lips brushing against your skin, “I’m sorry for actin’ like such an animal, sugar.”

You purse your lips. A part of you wants to just forgive him. Move on from all of this and forget it. But then you remember the sound of his fist hitting the door, the way it resounded in your chest in place of your heartbeat. You’ve never felt like that, and you don’t want to feel like that again.

“I know you were worried,” you start nervously, wetting your lips. The Major doesn’t say a word, eyes set on you patiently, just waiting for you to continue. You take another deep breath, “I know you asked me to stay home and it upset you that I didn’t. I know you want to keep me safe. But…but it scared me, how angry you got, and that’s, that’s not okay.”

“It’s not,” he hums in agreement, thumb brushing soothingly over your pulse.

You nod and feel a little more confident as you go on, “I, I might do something you don’t like in the future, and if I do, you need to talk to me first. Nicely, please. I love you, like I love Jasper, but we’re equals, even if you’re a lot stronger and bigger than me. ” His lips twitch a little in amusement. You shoot him a scolding look, which makes him fall back into seriousness. “I don’t take orders. I listen because I know you care, but you need to listen to me, too. Understood?”

“Yes, ma’am.” He pulls your hand back, pressing a brief kiss to your knuckles. It softens you a bit. A small smile draws across your lips. “You have my solemn word, it won't happen again. And my deepest apologies.”

“You’re forgiven,” you chirp. The last of your worries melt away at the smile he gives you, all lopsided and charming. You shake your head with a laugh, “But you owe me, mister.”

“Well, of course,” he concedes easily, desiring nothing more than to cheer you up now, “What can I do for you, little lamb?”

Shifting awkwardly, careful of your ankle, you jab a finger at the plastic bag you dropped by the door, “Make me some dinner! Cause I’m starving and that’s what got us into this mess.”

The vampire laughs, fully laughs. It’s something you don’t get to hear often, so you absolutely love it. Love him and the way his eyes crinkle with mirth as he pushes himself to his feet, tipping a nonexistent hat to you. Jasper.

“It would be my pleasure, darlin.”

“Thanks, hun.”

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This was SO hard to write! I suck at doing anger, because it's hard to represent the unhealthy relationship stuff. I tried to turn it around cause I believe ultimately he's a respectful man, and that's how I want to portray him.

So I hope you guys like this! Sorry if the pacing's weird or anything, I just wanted to get it done!

[shelbgrey]

Save water, Shower together (Emmett Cullen)

Paring: Emmett Cullen x Plus sized!Reader

Summary: after an early morning hunt with Jasper, Emmett can't help but hop in the shower with his beautiful girlfriend.

Warrings: Smut, shower sex, unprotected sex, fingering, slight Dom Emmett, choking, dirty talk, some brests worship/play.

MasterList ML2

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, Emmett had left the curtains wide open so the morning sun was shining into the room. She shifted underneath the sheets, facing Emmett's side of the bed. She reached for him and instead of feeling the cold chest of her giant boyfriend her finger grazed crumpled sheets. Her eyes slowly fluttered open - bed empty and there was a note on his pillow.

The note read: ‘went out to hunt with Jasper early this morning, I'll be back before you know it. Love, Emmett’

Under his name he drew a small heart and next to it was a goofy smiley face with vampire teeth.

Y/n let out a tired groan, stretching with the note in her hand. She set it to the side and rolled over on his side of the bed, burying her face into his pillow. The bed was filled with the faint scent of his cologne. He didn't need to sleep, but he always made a point of laying in bed with her. She could wake up without him, but still tell he's been there.

After a few minutes she convened herself to get out of bed. She pulled the covers back, walking around the room wearing nothing but Emmett's blue hoodie. She shuffled to the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom and flicked the light on.

Y/n turned the knob on the shower, letting the water heat up as she pulled the oversized hoodie over her head and dropped it on the tile floor. She stepped into the shower letting the hot water run down her body.

When Emmett returned home, he silently crept upstairs, moving with his usual vampire grace. He paused outside the bathroom door, inhaling deeply - y/n’s shampoo mixed with her natural scent hit his nose. A small smirk played on his lips hearing the shower run. Without knocking, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, his eyes immediately drawn to y/n’s naked form under the spray of water. He quickly shed his clothes, stepping into the shower behind her. His large hands found her waist, pulling her back against his chest as he nuzzled into her neck.

“Morning” He mumbled against her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist possessively. His large hands splayed over her stomach protectively. She was curvy, but he also knew she was tiny compared to him, she barely reached his shoulders. He kissed her neck softly, his eyes watching the soap suds slide down her curves.

“mm, good morning to you too” she smiled softly, turning her head to the side, nuzzling her nose against his broad chest.

Emmett hummed contentedly, his hands slowly sliding up her sides, his thumbs brushing under her breasts. He loved her curves, loved the way she fit against him. “You're up early” he murmured as his lips continued to place soft kisses along her neck and shoulder, his hands slowly caressing her body.

“can't sleep without you” she replied.

Emmett smirked at her words. No one had ever said something like that to him before. It was simple, honest, and it meant everything coming from her. He pulled her tighter against him. His mind flashed back to countless nights where she'd curl up against him, throwing her leg over his hips and using his chest as a pillow. He knew she was a cuddler - needed physical contact to sleep peacefully.

His hands slid down her stomach, one hand resting over her belly while the other moved lower. His fingers found her center slowly rubbing circles against her clit making her moan softly as she leaned into his touch. He kissed her neck gently. He felt her body respond to his touch, her breath hitching slightly as he continued to tease her with gentle circles. He loved how she reacted to him, how her body molded against his. He could feel her getting wetter with each passing second, her moans growing softer but more frequent.

Y/n reached behind her, her hand cupping the back of his neck. She leaned her head to the side in silent submission. “Emmett” she moaned softly, digging her nails into his hard skin.

He loved hearing her say his name, especially when she was like this - soft, needy, and completely focused on him. He pushed his fingers deeper, curling them slightly to hit that spot inside of her that made her whimper.

“God, you're so cute when you're sleepy and wet” he groaned against her neck, his fingers moving faster as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. He loved teasing her like this, loved seeing her like this - vulnerable and trusting in his arms. She let out a soft cry as he increased the pace, her legs shaking slightly. He could feel her getting closer, her inner walls clenching around his fingers. He added a third finger, stretching her gently as he kissed and sucked on her neck, marking her skin. Emmett groaned deeply as she arched into him, his cock throbbing urgently against her ass. The feeling of her pulling his hair sent a sharp jolt of pleasure straight to his dick. He curled his fingers deeper inside her, rubbing that sensitive spot relentlessly as his thumb pressed hard on her clit.

"Fuck, just like that. So perfect." He murmured against her neck, his tongue tracing a line from her shoulder to her ear. The way she was tugging on his hair was destroying his composure.

Y/n moaned louder, wrapping her hand around his wrist as he fingers continued to pump inside her. Emmett's eyes rolled back slightly at the sensation of her hand wrapping around his wrist, urging him deeper. “Goddamn” he growled softly, his fingers moving faster and harder inside her. He could feel her inner walls fluttering around him, signaling her impending orgasm.

“fuck, Emmett,” she gasped, rutting her hips against his hands as the knot in her stomach threatened to snap. “I need you inside me”

Emmett's breath hitched at her words, his cock throbbing painfully against her ass. He loved how she begged for him, how desperate she sounded. “cum on my fingers first” he groaned.

“Dammit, Emmett” she said as he let out a frustrated wimper, her head falling back in place against his shoulder as her hand gripped his wrist tighter.

Emmett chuckled darkly, his fingers moving like lightning inside her as his thumb pressed down hard on her clit. “You always get so fucking impatient when you're close,” he teased, his voice low and rough with desire. “Just let go, baby”

“Look how pretty you get when you're needy like this,” he growled against her neck, catching her earlobe between his teeth as he worked his fingers faster, harder. He could feel her inner walls clenching around him, tightening as she got closer.

She let out a low cry, her inner walls tightening almost painfully around his fingers. He loved this part - where she was so close she got almost angry and needy. “Dammit, Emmett” she panted again, her hips moving in sync with his fingers, chasing her release.

Emmett couldn't take it anymore. He leaned down and bit her shoulder hard as he curled his fingers inside her, hitting that perfect spot over and over. “Come on my fucking fingers, baby,” he growled, his own release building rapidly at the sight of her desperate need.

As soon as the words left his mouth, she shattered. Her back arched beautifully, pressing her breasts against his arm as she cried out his name. Her inner walls clamped down so tightly on his fingers he could barely move them, waves of pleasure rolling through her body. “Emmett!”

He groaned deeply at her scream, his fingers still buried deep inside her as she pulsed around them. He slowly pulled them out, bringing them to his mouth and sucking her taste off them with a satisfied smirk. “There's my good girl” he praised, his voice hoarse with desire.

Emmett couldn't wait another second. He spun her around, pushing her back against the shower wall and lifting her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he quickly lined himself up with her entrance. He thrust inside her hard and deep. “Fuck!”

“Emmett!” she cried out, gripping his hair in her fists.

Emmett's eyes rolled back at the feeling of being inside her again. He started moving immediately, his hips slamming against hers as he fucked her hard against the shower wall. Water cascaded over them both as he pounded into her over and over, his cock throbbing inside her tight heat. He leaned down and captured her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as he continued his brutal pace. One hand gripped her hip hard enough to leave bruises while the other snaked up to wrap around her throat, squeezing gently as he fucked her.

Y/n’s eyes rolled back in pleasure at the feeling of his massive hand around her throat. She couldn't ignore the submissive feelings she felt knowing her throat completely disappeared behind his massive palm. He was strong - stronger than most vampires, yet she trusted him completely and allowed herself to get lost in pleasure every time.

Emmett could feel her getting weaker in his arms, her body responding to his dominance. He squeezed her throat a little harder, not cutting off her air but sending a thrill of submission through her. “Look at me” he growled, his eyes burning into hers as he continued to fuck her relentlessly.

She gasped, staring into his eyes. His bright gold eyes now full blown black from the pleasure. Her nails raked down his large back as he moans came out in puffs.

Emmett's grip on her throat tightened slightly, his cock swelling inside her as he watched her eyes flutter with pleasure and submission. “That’s it,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Take my cock like a good girl.”

“God, I'll never get over how fucking big you feel” she shudder softly.

He smirked darkly at her words, his hips picking up speed. “if your talkin' so well, I'm not fucking you properly” he grunted, slamming into her harder. His own release was building quickly, her tight walls squeezing him perfectly. She let out a desperate whimper.

“Oh no, is my baby getting sensitive?” Emmett teased, his hand squeezing her neck harder as he picked up speed. He was fucking her so hard the water was splashing everywhere, their wet bodies slapping together loudly. “You’re so fucking cute when you’re desperate.”

“Em,” she whimpered. “I need to cum”

Emmett's eyes flashed with possessive desire at her plea. He released her throat to wrap his arm around her waist, lifting her higher and changing the angle of his thrusts. His other hand moved between them to rub fast circles over her clit. “Then cum for me” he commanded roughly.

She let out a loud cry, her body convulsing as she came hard. Her inner walls tightened almost painfully around his length, drawing a deep groan from him. He dropped his forehead to hers, watching her. He watched her fall apart beautifully, her eyes rolling back, nails digging into his skin, and pussy strangling his cock. He loved seeing her like this - completely undone by him. He slowed his pace slightly, drawing out her orgasm as he chased his own release.

Y/n's hips spasmed, involuntarily thrusting against him. It made his balls tightened, and he knew he was close. He slammed into her one last time, holding himself deep as he came hard inside her. His growl echoed through the shower as he filled her up completely. He stayed buried inside her, kissing her softly now that their intensity had passed.

She whimpered softly, kissing him back gently and lazily. Emmett smiled against her lips, his cock still pulsing inside her as he softened slightly. He kept one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her up as he slowly pulled out, making sure she felt every inch of him leaving her.

“fuck, Emmett” she gasped at the sensitivity.

He set her back down on her feet, keeping a hand on her waist to steady her as she caught her breath. He grabbed a washcloth and began cleaning her up gently, his touch soothing compared to the rough fucking from before. “You did so well, Babe”

“God, you felt so good” y/n said softly, catching her breath.

Emmett smirked, kissing her on the forehead softly. “Always happy to please” He said as he finished cleaning her up then turned off the shower. He wrapped her in a fluffy towel before lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bed. He laid her down gently and climbed in behind her, pulling her close and nuzzling into her neck.

“I technically didn't even get a shower” she mumbled.

He chuckled softly, his arms tightening around her. “I’ll give you a proper shower later,” he promised, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Right now, I just want to hold my girl who just got fucked senseless.”

“such a gentleman” she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes playfully.

Emmett grinned against her skin, his hand slowly drifting up to cup her breast possessively. “I have my moments,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “But right now, I’m just a man who just claimed his girl and wants to cuddle with her.”

“I can live with that” she smiled softly, nuzzling her body closer to his.

He hugged her closer, his fingers gently played with her nipple. He wasn't trying to turn her on again, but just enjoying the feeling of her in his arms. He was content, happy even. This was what he lived for - moments like these with her.

[lov3-lik3-ghosts]

Baby Vamp

Request: The Cullens hc with a newborn reader (vampire not baby)? by 🥝 anon.

Pairing: Platonic Cullen’s x vampire!reader.

Warnings: Not beta nor proofread. No Bella mentioned. Platonic!!!

Word Count: 324.

Note: I’m so sorry, this is definitely not my best work :(

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• Emmett finds it funny when you feed. Trying not to be a messy eater as a vampire is hard, you can’t help it, he should leave you alone.

• Esme mothers you much more than the others, except maybe Jasper. Jasper actually feels closer to you because of that.

• Alice loves to take you shopping. You’re a new you, you should dress like it too; at least that’s what she tells you as she drags you to the car.

• Rosalie is sceptical of you at first and then you say you like her car. She decides if no one else will take an interest, she can make you. You love it.

• Carlisle adores you. You make his family happy and you like to sit with him in his office while he does his paperwork, he likes that you take an interest.

• Jasper chooses the car with you in it nine times out of ten. He likes your music taste, it makes him feel human.

• Edward’s great when it comes to teaching you how to hunt and authentically control your thirst.

• He’s also great at making sure you don’t have emotional blockage via your thoughts; Jasper’s a big help.

• Esme cleans your mouth like you’re a toddler when you come home with your food around your mouth; she tuts and coos as she does.

• Carlisle has you a room ready for you to decorate the second Alice has a vision. (Esme helps decorate.)

• Emmett’s in full on annoying brother mode, headlocks and noogies all the time. (He’s in for a big surprise when you break a window shoving him off of you.)

• Alice has a whole photo album of just you in over the top outfits; most while you hunt which isn’t ideal but they call them your baby pictures.

• Rosalie babies you (she thinks she’s being discreet but you all know).

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[black-dhalias]

The Bear, the Rose, and the Song

Rosalie Hale X Emmett Cullen X Poly!Reader

Includes SMUT towards the end

Nothing quite like an evening at the mountain peak, especially with such a wonderful woman at your side. You glance over, noting the perfection that is your wife—nothing quite like it at all.

The way she tucked her legs up under her as she leaned into your side, her left hand twisting circles in your hair. Her right hand intertwined with yours. In the sunrise, you both shimmered, but she seemed to shine—her eyes shut as the sunlight brushes her cheeks. Is this heaven?

Your hum, seemed to call to her as she glances in your direction. Nothing short of perfection. "Are you ready to head back?" You shook your head, adamant that you want to stay—your cheek against her hair, enjoying the dance of sun off the blonde curls.

"I could stay like this forever..." She smiles, you hum again and return the gesture—your fingers tightening their grasp as she slides closer.

A scream cuts through the silence, splitting the mountains in two as a breeze shifts the air. The thick scent of blood that sings like a song you once sang.

"Y/N?" You look back, realizing you had stood and were now at the cliffs edge—you swallow, there is concern in those amber eyes. An emotion that often clings to her, she worries too much, but now—in this moment, you can't explain the song. You tug her hand, eyes shifting in the direction of the scent—begging her listen, pleading her to hear your pleas.

Rosalie always understood, but now, she hesitates. You were older and more compassionate, you had more control—more experience. You were simply a better person.

In this moment, you felt different.

She notes the purse of your lips, the way your eyes shifted ever so slightly. She notes the way you tugged her hand again, this time more forcefully. Ready to take the leap, with or without her, and she'd never let you jump alone.

That was the day you found Emmett, you can recall the bloodlust with a perfect clarity, until you saw the way Rosalie looked at him. Even in that moment, even knowing the song his blood sang—you were content in waiting back.

Watching as her gentle fingers brushed his curls and whispered comforts as she carried him. Now as you watch them, you smile fondly at the pair—embracing the chaos of their many personalities left you whole in ways you did not understand.

Ways you felt you did not deserve.

"Y/N!" Emmett makes grabby hands in your direction, the way Rose was tucked in his chest already as he lounged across the bed.

You smile, notating the way he seemed to brighten with the gesture. The way his blood once sang, now it was simply him. Rosalie, she was your lover, a mate, and Emmett was your singer. A connection that could hardly be matched, except by a mate. It seemed perfect when you all connected, falling into rhythm like a symphony.

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"So Y/N can't talk?" Bella asked Edward, as he explained his family dynamic—one of the elder Cullens, you didn't go to school like the rest despite being similar in age.

"More like doesn't. Y/N wasn't changed by Carlisle and only joined him a few months after he left the Volturi—a lot of their human memories are fuzzy, but they were maimed in an experimental procedure." Bella's eyebrows furrowed, trying to imagine why you wouldn't speak—you seemed so sweet, but never spoke a word.

"Ho-?" The word didn't even finish before Edward interrupted her.

"Someone crudely removed their vocal cords among other things, so when they turned. They healed, but—" Edward inhales, glancing over at Bella in the passenger seat.

"But they never quite recovered. Y/N is roughly 200, but only found Rosalie in 1933 and Emmett 2 years later. She spent her first 100 years alone and unheard, Rose helped her find a voice again." Bella notes his smile at his adopted siblings.

"They still don't talk?" He shakes his head.

"But they sing."

Rosalie could hear the velvety sound of your voice, it seemed to carry warmth and comfort. Every word echoes off the walls of the cottage as the rain patters on top of the porch roof—you spoke next to nothing, but your voice seemed to bury itself in song.

There were no reservations, the piano seemed to harmonize with the rain. Rosalie leaned her head onto the doorframe, just listening as everything poured out of your soul.

You never let Rosalie walk alone, every strain and stress was your burden to share. Your love was never questionable to her, held no strings or stipulations—she never had to earn it.

She felt Emmett’s presence, close, but too close. His eyes shimmering a brilliant red, you were quick to bring him here. The little getaway cabin where you spent many years with Rosalie, enjoying her without the shame. “Have they always talked?”

He couldn’t remember ever hearing you say a word, but he remembered your face with perfect detail. The way you smiled. How Rosalie gravitated to you.

“It’s complicated.” She smiles softly, never looking away. “They’ll sing everything you’ll ever need to hear.” You use ASL mostly, Rosalie had taken it upon herself to learn years ago, but you kept to yourself.

Emmett had found this new life complicated, it felt intricate and challenging, but these two women. You and Rose. It didn’t seem impossible.

“It’s about you isn’t it?” She hmmms, you smile through the lyrics—playing out the notes. Emmett gestures, “The song. It’s about you.” Rosalie’s expression is soft as she looks at you.

“Maybe it’s about you too.”

Looking back, you’re almost certain that was the moment Emmett realized he would never be alone again. That he would always have someone on his side, no matter what.

Introspectively, you knew from the first minute, he was simply meant to be in your life. The same with Rosalie, she had been changed with the intent of being for Edward (a perverted thought that bothered you even now), but once you saw her. Heard those screams—not even Carlisle could deny it.

You didn’t move for three days as she begged you for death, and the silence that followed her change. “I’m so sorry he did this to you.” she recalls the whisper as she met your eye, “I never would have wanted this for you.”

It was the first and only time you ever spoke to her, your voice was soft and tender—it felt broken, she could feel the broken in your tone. Now she understands you more, loves you deeper than then.

“Rose?” Emmett looks up at her, before glancing at you across the room. There’s something so curious about quiet need held within his eyes. “Y/N?” You look back, practically coming to them instantly—you bent to their needs at all hours.

Emmett folded your hand in his and then hers, the dynamic felt natural as he summoned some courage. “I want to go with the others to school, with you Rose.” You smile, not feeling at all bothered that he felt ready to explore himself more. To venture away from the home the three of you built—in these four walls, it was just the three of you.

You nod, folding your other hand over his with eagerness—you place it over your heart, knowing you wouldn’t join them.

“I don’t want you to feel left—” You don’t even let him finish as you shake your head, moving your joined hands over his own heart. “But—” You lean up to give him a quick kiss, “Thank you. For always loving me.”

You feel Rosalie snake her arm around you, enjoying the way she leans down to kiss the top of your head. Was Emmett always this sentimental, no, but he always meant it.

••SMUT BELOW••

Rosalie laid out beneath you, lips hovering above her clit as your tongue rolled across the sensitive point. Your thumbs rolled circles in her thighs as your face buried itself in between, the soft pull of her fingers in your hair encouraged you. Her back arches as her body shivers beneath your mouth, she tasted like perfection.

The soft moans you elicited from her etch into your brain, as you pull away—her legs draped across shoulders and grin as you lick your lips. Even without needing breath, her chest heaves—the soft mounds of flesh grabbing your attention as they rise and fall in perfect harmony.

"Do you like what you see?" It felt like a dare, and she swears your eyes seem to come alight as you drop her legs and drag yourself upwards between them. Your bare stomach pressed against hers as you hover above: "Cmon love, I'm not going to break." You lower yourself, keeping your eyes locked on her—memorizing the face she makes as your lips lock over her nipple, tongue flicking as you grasp the other. Her eyes close, lips parting to let out another moan.

Letting go of her breast, you let your fingers drag across her soft skin—not an imperfection in sight. Without a second to breathe, you palm her mound with your hand—resting your middle finger just above the clit. Giving it just enough of a touch, to remind her exactly what it means to be yours. "Please..." You comply with the plea, sliding your finger downwards to touch her entrance before sliding inside.

Rosalie didn't shy away from moaning your name as you work her entrance, pacing yourself as you begin to kiss the other breast before bringing your lips up to kiss. Hoping she can taste herself on you.

You start slow with only a single finger, only entering half an inch before removing. After a minute, you place a second finger—driving it deeper as her lips part. Sweet noises bringing your closer as you increase your pace, working your thumb along her clit as you drive three fingers into her.

Large hands reach around your chest as the mattress shifts under Emmett's added weight. He palms your breasts in his hands, thumb and forefingers rolling your nipples. "I go out hunting, and almost miss all the fun." His tone is light as you smile at him, retracting your fingers and bringing them to his lips. He wraps his mouth around them, before smiling—looking down at Rosalie who was still breathless. "Oh Rose, you taste wonderful." He leans down to place a kiss between her thighs, never breaking eye contact as she bends to them both.

They were safe. They were warm and good, and everything icy about her melted beneath their fingertips.

Emmett wraps his hand around yours as he brings it back to her pussy, "I love when you do that.”

Your legs on either side of her thighs, one hand bracing while the other works Rosalie. You feel Emmett lay down on the end of the bed before his lips kiss your entrance. You shiver in anticipation, feeling him grasp your hips and pull you lower as his tongue moves through your folds and onto your clit with precision.

Rosalie came quickly again, her insides quivering as kisses you deeply enjoying the way your moans feel against her lips. She could feel your pleasure in every hesitation when his tongue hit the right spot. You felt warm like the world was on fire, as you remove your fingers from Rosalie and bury them in her hair.

Skin to skin, and you still attempted to bring her closer. Her breasts against yours, you felt high as you came. Breathing heavily as Emmett enjoyed every drop of your climax, loving your taste as he slid out from under you.

The mattress shifts as he lays beside you both, spooning your forms as Rosalie moves to lay inbetween. Her facing Emmett as you spoon her from behind—you can think of no better place than behind Rosalie Hale.

“Remember our first?” The memory lights up your mind as you recall your first time with the pair. You’d been with Rosalie before, but with them both, everything felt like it clicked into place.

Emmett was gentle with his touch, hesitant to get close to either of you knowing your past. But he wasn’t them, and as you guided his hands to grip onto Rosalie’s hips—you felt his confidence growing.

You smile up at him, sitting up with your head resting against your fist. Giving a soft nod, Emmett cannot explain how it feels to love you both.

It felt like a warm spring after a cold winter. A soft autumn breeze to cool the summer sun. It was the lull of water against the sand, or the roar of the falls against the rocks.

Emmett didn’t have many words and was never one for poetry, but that seemed to be a good start.

[soulofapatrick]

I Like Your Mind - Edward Cullen x female reader

Summary: As soon as you meet Edward, you're both drawn to each other with an intensity you never expected

Words: 2.2k

Warnings: None

Y/N’s POV

I step into the Cullen house, my heart racing in my chest, and my mind filled with a mixture of fear and fascination. Bella has brought me here, introducing me to the family of her new boyfriend - Jasper Hale - and I can hardly believe where I find myself. I know their secret, the one they’ve been hiding from the world, the fact they’re vampires. And I know Edward can read minds which makes the whole situation even more daunting. But, as Bella races off to find Jasper, I’m left alone I the living room, taking in the stunning surroundings. 

The Cullens’ house is unlike any place I’ve ever seen. The air is heavy with an unspoken history, and everything within is both timeless and modern. A grand piano rests against one wall, a dark mahogany masterpiece, and the soft notes of a melody linger in the air, a testament to the musical talents of the family. On the opposite wall, a massive bookshelf houses an impressive collection of novels and ancient texts. Their spines form a spectrum of human knowledge, artfully arranged. 

My gaze drifts to the floor-to-ceiling windows that frame the room, offering a breathtaking view of the dense, ancient forest that surrounds the house. The trees stand tall and proud, their branches intertwined like guardians, protecting the Cullens from prying eyes. The afternoon sun filters through the leaves, casting dappled shadows that dance across the polished wooden floors. 

As my eyes linger on the tranquil forest, my imagination takes flight. I envision myself running through the woods, feeling the cool, damp earth beneath my feet. The leaves would crunch softly with each step, and the intoxicating scent of pine and damp earth would fill my senses. My heart would race, and a rush of adrenaline would surge through me as I lose myself in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. But, what captivates me the most is the idea of running through the forest in the rain. The thought of raindrops falling like liquid diamonds from the heavens, pelting the leaves and creating a gentle, rhythmic melody, sends a shiver of delight down my spine. In my daydream, I am drenched, my clothes clinging to my skin as I twirl and leap through the woods, liberated and carefree.

The rain washes away all my worries and fears, leaving only the exhilaration of the moment. It's as if the world, with all its complexities and complications, has melted away, leaving only the simplicity and purity of the rain-soaked forest. It's a feeling of utter peace, a sense of being one with nature and the world, a sensation I've longed to experience again. 

Lost in the serenity of my daydream, I sense a subtle presence to my right. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and a strange but not unwelcome shiver runs down my spine. Slowly, I turn my head to see one of the Cullen brothers standing there, a striking figure with sharp, chiseled features. He exudes an air of quiet strength and confidence, and I can't help but admire his physical appearance.

As I take in his feature, I quickly realise that this isn’t Jasper, as Bella would undoubtedly be with him if he were here. Besides, Jasper is known for his blond hair, which contrasts with the dark brunette locks of the Cullen brother beside me. His eyes, however, remain a shimmering gold, and their intensity is captivating. 

Going over Bella’s description, I recall that she mentioned Emmett to be big and buff. Emmett is tall and muscular. He has dark curly hair and dimpled cheeks. Despite his intimidating appearance, he is light-hearted and carefree. This man in front of me is almost quite the opposite with perfect and angular high cheekbones, strong jawline, a straight nose, and full lips causing my heart to quicken with a sudden realisation. In a hushed voice, I tentatively ask, “Edward?” 

The name hangs in the air between us, my uncertainty evident in the way I speak his name. The Cullen brother gives a small nod, his eyes holding a hint of amusement and there’s a small smile on his pretty lips as he says, “Hello.” His voice is a velvet whisper that sends a shiver down my spine. My cheeks heat up in response, and I can’t help but feel flustered by his presence. Turning my face away from him, I gaze out at the enchanting forest, using the breathtaking view to regain my composure. 

But just as I start to calm my racing heart, I sense his movement. Edward is moving closer, somewhat hesitantly as if he’s scared to do so but he moves so close I can feel the coolness of his chest against my back. The physical proximity is both thrilling and nerve-wracking, and I can’t help but wonder what his intention are as I continue to look out at the tranquil forest. 

The peaceful silence in the room is broken by Edward’s soft voice, barely above a whisper, “I like your mind,” he admits, his words sending a rush of warmth through me, “It’s quiet.” 

His words wash over me like a gentle caress, and I can’t deny the intrigue of his interest in my mind. It’s a compliment I could never have anticipated, coming from a vampire who can hear the thoughts of others. The intimacy of this moment is palpable, and I can sense the internal struggle within him, as if he’s torn between his desire to touch me and the realisation that we’ve only just met. 

Despite my rational thoughts screaming at me to maintain my distance, I surrender to the magnetic pull of Edward Cullen. My back leans into his cool, sculpted chest, and the sensation of his icy hands on my hips sends a shiver of anticipation coursing through me. It's as if the enchantment of the Cullen house, the breathtaking view of the forest, and Edward's irresistible presence have combined to create a spell that I am unable, and unwilling, to break. 

Closing my eyes, I allow myself to become completely enveloped in everything Edward. I’m hyperaware of how he feels behind me, the firmness of his chest pressed against my back, the subtle rise and fall of his breath against my neck as if it’s a force of habit for him despite vampires lack of need to breathe. His scent, a delicate blend of lilac, honey and sunshine, fills my senses and intoxicates me, wrapping me in a warm, inviting embrace. 

The moment feels intensely romantic, the air electric with the unspoken connection between us. I know that Edward can read my thoughts and perceive my view of him, and in this vulnerable instant, I choose not to resist. I grant him access tot he unfiltered depths of my desire, allowing him to see and feel the passion that simmers beneath the surface. 

The tension in the room crackles, the rain outside intensifying as if mirroring the fervour building within us. It's a clandestine dance of two souls drawn together by an unexplainable force. In this silent, electrifying embrace, I become an open book for Edward, my thoughts and desires laid bare, and I can only wonder what he'll make of the desires that race through my mind like wildfire

With a slow and deliberate movement, Edward turns me to face him, his eyes open and unguarded. They flicker with a hint of vulnerability, as if he, too, is uncertain of the depth of this connection. His gaze drops to my lips, and I can feel the warmth of his breath on my skin as he hovers close. His fingers twirl my hair around them, an intimate gesture that feels like an attempt to memorise every part of me that he can reach. The air crackles with anticipation as I hold my breath, my heart pounding in my chest, The world outside seems to fade away, leaving only the two of us in this electrifying moment. 

Edward’s gaze remains locked on mine, a silent promise of the depths of emotions and desire that lie beneath the surface. In the hushed room, our shared anticipation and vulnerability create an electric tension that’s impossible to ignore. His lips are tantalisingly close, and I can feel the coolness of his breath as he hovers near. It’s as if he’s about to kiss me, his intentions clear in the smouldering depths of his golden eyes. But he hesitates, his voice barely a whisper as he mumbles something about not being able to stop once he starts, a confession laden with both longing and restraint. 

Unable to resist any longer, I tangle my fingers in his tousled hair, an intimate gesture that communicates my desire and intent. With a gentle, yet urgent push, I guide his face the rest of the way down until his lips finally meet mine. 

As our lips meet in a hesitant and guarded kiss, a complex swirl of emotions and desires floods the space between us. Edward, despite his initial restraint, can’t help but respond to the fiery connection we share. His lips, cool and soft, brush against mine with a caution born of a lifetime of self-control. The kiss begins with a tentative exploration, as if he’s testing the boundaries of this newfound intimacy. 

The initial hesitancy slowly gives way to a growing intensity, and I can sense his need for more. His grip on me tightens ever so slightly, fingers digging into my hips, a delicate balance between desire and restraint. His response is careful, as if he’s constantly aware of his vampire strength, wary of causing any harm to me. The kiss deepens, his passion building, and the chemistry between us becomes an irresistible force that pushes us further into uncharted territory. 

With a slow and deliberate movement, he begins to walk me backwards, his lips never leaving mine, until my back makes contact with the cool glass of the windows, drawing a gasp from me. It has Edward smiling softly, golden eyes a little glazed as if in a trance of disbelief this is happening before his cold nose bumps my neck, making my pulse jump. I should be scared by how close he is to my jugular but I don’t feel any fear or anything, especially when Edward places a soft kiss on my jugular, a silent acknowledgement of the temptation that throbs beneath my skin. His lips are cold, but their touch is gentle, sending shivers of desire coursing through me. 

My hands tangle back in his soft locks, guiding his lips back to mine, their coldness a stark contrast to the burning passion that courses between us. In that moment, I am both vulnerable and empowered, willingly allowing myself to be drawn further into this intoxicating dance of desire. 

Each kiss makes me feel more alive, more connected to a world I never knew existed. The world outside may be drenched in rain, but in this electrifying embrace, a different kind of storm rages, a tempest of emotions and desires that we can’t control. His lips, cool and velvety soft, meet mine over and over again in a symphony of fire and ice, a fusion of elements that ignite a burning desire deep within me. 

His body presses against mine, a solid and unyielding presence that leaves me feeling both vulnerable and empowered. The contrast between his cool skin and the heat of my own sets my senses ablaze. As we deepen our connection, the room seems to spin around us, and I lose myself in the feeling of everything Edward. 

The room is charged with our passion, and I can feel it deep in my core. Every kiss is like a secret, a stolen moment in a world that is entirely our own. We lose track of time and space, our lips locked in an intimate dance that only intensifies the fever that has drawn us together in the first place. 

But then, like a bolt of lightning in our own private storm, I hear Bella’s joyful squeal. Edward pulling away from me, and I let my face fall into the warmth of his chest, overwhelmed by embarrassment. As I hide from the world, I can feel the soft rumble of amused laughter in Edward’s chest, a sound that both soothes and electrifies me in equal measure. 

“Fuck yeah!” Bells shrieks with joy and I flip her off over Edward’s shoulder as he wraps his arms around me, stifling a laugh as he can probably hear all of my silent insults and embarrassed thoughts thrown Bella’s way. 

“It’s okay.” He murmurs, fingers carding through my hair and I just hum, letting my eyes flutter closed in contentment. I don’t care how quick this is happening, all I know is I need Edward and no-one else so I’ll live with the embarrassment if it means I can have Edward. 

“You have me.” 

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[roselilianhale]

Hi can i ask headcanons for the cullens (separately) with a cilngy fem s/o she likes to bake and love game of thrones

Notes: I hope you like this! I'm sorry if it's not very clingy and I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to do this! Thank You so, so much for your patience! <3

The Cullen's dating a clingy s/o

Carlisle Cullen:

Carlisle chuckled as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Missed me eh?" "Of course." You leaned into his chest lovingly. "What's are you making, honey?" "Just some cookies." He smiled warmly. "I'm sure they will taste lovely would you like to watch some game of thrones while we wait?" "Yes of course."

Esme Cullen:

"What are you making, dear?" "Some pie." "That sounds delicious." You smiled at her warmly. Esme was about to walk away when you say, "Please stay?" She smiled. "Of course." She wrapped her arms around your waist as she watched you cooked. You two watched game of thrones as you were working on pie. it turned out to be a lovely evening watching your favorite show, baking, and spending time with Esme it was perfect.

Jasper Hale:

You were watching your favorite episode of Game of Thrones...again. But you couldn't help it, it was your comfort show. You pulled out your cupcakes from the oven as you peaked at the episode from afar. You moved the cupcakes to the counter and iced them. You smiled to yourself as you took a bite of one of the fresh cupcakes. They were so good. You snuggled down on the couch and stuffed your face with some sweets. A figure slid their arms around your waist, you looked over at the culprit. Jasper. "Hi, Darlin'," He said with a cheeky smile. "Hi," You muffled out as you stuffed your face with delicious cupcakes. "Your on a sweet kick, ain't ya?" He remarked and you nodded. He snuggled closer to you. "I'm sure they're delicious!" You beam and rest your head on his.

Alice Cullen:

Alice jumped excitedly as she waited for the strawberry cake to be done. "It's really, going to be wonderful!" She said, enthusiastically. You smiled warmly at her. "Really?" You asked. "Yes." She said, "Matter of fact, it'll be wonderful." You both beamed. Alice then said, "I'll put on your favorite episode on, okay?" "of game of thrones?" She nodded as you pulled the cake out. You let it cool and then decorated it. You moved to the living room and plopped down next to Alice with a piece of cake in hand. "See told you I'd be wonderful!" You laughed as the two of you watched your all-time-favorite episode.

Emmett Cullen:

The cookies you had made were finally done. It took way longer than you had hoped. Chocolate chip cookies were supposed to be easy! Not! You waited impatiently for the cookies to be done. As you waited you heard Emmett's booming laughter. You walked to the living room met by Emmett watching your favorite show without you. Game of Thrones. "How dare you!" "Huh?" Emmett turned round and looked at you. You had your hands on your hips as you said, "your watching my favorite show without me!" You pouted. He laughed, "Sorry, babe." He then continued, "What can I do to make it up to you?" You pretended to think about it as you said, "Hmm maybe you can let me watch it with you and cuddle with me. And then maybe your forgiven." "Maybe!" he pretended to be hurt." "You will be forgiven." "Good." He smiled. You walked into the kitchen and grabbed your cookies as you cuddled with him.

Rosalie Hale:

Rosalie helped out bake some macaroons and to say the least they were wonderful. They were amazing! You plopped a pink one in your mouth as the two of you watched another episode pf game of thrones yet again. You smiled to yourself as you clung to her side. She looked over at you and smiled. sweetly and with a loving expression on her face.

Edward Cullen:

Edward laughed as he watched you bake. He couldn't help it he said he thought you were just too cute. You couldn't help but giggle. You had finally finished baking some sugar cookies and you thought they were going to be the best. He was on the counter but then jumped off when you finished. You placed the cookies on a plate and moved to the living room. You turned on the first episode of Game of Thrones. You were rewatching it again, it was your favorite after all. You couldn't help yourself. Edward laughed when he realized what the two of you were going to watch. "Again?" He asked. "Of course." You stated, with a giggle as you leaned on his shoulder, with a content expression on both of your faces.

Bella Swan:

"Watching more game of thrones, again?" "Well of course." Bella was about to walk away when you grabbed her wrist. "Don't go." "Alright come here." She moved to your side and hugged your waist. You giggled. Bella sniffed the air, "what are you making?" "Brownies." "Ooh yum my favorite." She snuggled closer to you. You smiled as you two watched your favorite episode of game of thrones.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Gremlins, 1984

Pairing: Charlie Swan x Reader

Word count: 3.6k

Notes: He always looks mildly disappointed its hilarious

Charlie stood off to the side of the party, for being inconspicuous, the Cullens sure knew how to throw a Christmas party. Bella absolutely forced him to come, saying she needed someone to brood with in the corner. He watched as Edward held her close, she stood on his toes as he danced with her to the slow song. 

Ew. 

He sips his champagne, looking around at everyone. They were all dressed so nicely, but even in his best suit, he still felt undressed. Why did he ever let Bella talk him into going to this stupid party? He didn’t even have Billy there to make fun of people with. 

“Mind if I hide with you?” 

He looks around for the sound of the voice before eventually looking down. 

Oh. 

“Uh yeah, sure” 

He scoots over a little and you stand next to him, sipping your champagne quietly. It’s pretty easy to check you out from this height, your hair is done up nicely, and he can see little specks of glitter in it. His eyes trail down to the off-the-shoulder, sequins-covered, red dress you’re wearing. The slit is dangerously high and you’re cinched in almost sinfully, your curves perfectly presented in the floor-length gown. 

He leans against the wall, sipping from his glass before clearing his throat. 

“You uh… friends with the Cullens? Don’t think I’ve seen you ‘round here before” 

You look up at him, taking a couple tiny steps backward to be next to him. He stands tall and turns to you, looking into your pretty lavender eyes and trying his damndest to ignore your plush chest on display. 

“Yeah actually! I’m friends with Rosalie and Emmett! I would be friends with Edward too if he wasn’t always acting like a moody emo teen, and that’s an insult to moody emo teens ” 

You giggle stepping to the side and hiding behind him a bit as Edward glares in your direction. Charlie snickers and looks down at you, watching you narrow your eyes at him until he turns away. 

“What about you?” You ask, coming out from your little hiding place when the coast is clear “How did you end up here?”

“I’m uh- I’m Bella’s- dad” He’s not sure why he’s hesitating to admit it? Being a dad was the single most important thing he’d ever done in his life, he was proud of his daughter! So… why didn’t he want you to know that? 

Your eyes widen a little and you look at him, before looking back at Bella and Edward. 

“Oh!…oh,” You say quietly and he knocks back the rest of his champagne, setting his glass down on the floating trays and grabbing a new one. That… stung? Your reaction stung and he’s not sure why but it’s definitely irritating him a little bit. 

It’s… incredibly awkward for a moment before you take another sip of your drink, staring down into the glass sheepishly. 

“Uhhh sorry I kinda made fun of your son-in-law” 

“At least I know I can trust you” He mumbles around his glass and you toss your head back and laugh as he sticks his hand out. 

“Charlie”

“Y/N” You smile up at him, shaking his hand.  It’s so warm and strong, he bends forward, kissing your knuckles and you nearly burst right there. He gives you a wink and you shyly pull your hand away, your cheeks flushing as you turn back toward the dance floor. 

“You know um- you don’t…if you don’t mind me saying, you don’t look old enough to be a dad. You look um, really, uh- good for your age. You know whatever your age is or whatever” 

That gets his attention again, he looks down at you, looking over your figure and your eyes meet his, he doesn’t even care you’ve caught him staring. 

“I’m not a dinosaur you know” He scoffs and you laugh, reaching out and placing your hand on his arm as you stumble a little.  He takes your glass away, putting it on the tray, his hand settling on your waist to steady you. 

“I’m not saying you are!“ 

“Uh huh sure and I’m just supposed to believe you’re puttin’ the moves on me?” He chuckles and you suddenly shut up, your cheeks turning pinker, his laugh dies down and he looks at you 

“Wait are you actually-“ 

“Do you dance, Charlie?” You ask suddenly, blurting it out and he looks over, the song they’re playing is another slow one, it’s more intimate than the last few slow ones that had played 

“No?” He says, but you’re pulling on his hand, dragging him from the safety of his corner and to the dance floor. His feet have a mind of their own as he follows after you because his actual mind is screaming with giant red lights flashing that this is a bad idea you’re way too young for him. 

But suddenly you’re wrapping your arms around his torso and lying your head on his chest, and he can’t help but sway you to the music. He can feel you humming the old song softly, your eyes closing slowly. Oh, you have to be drunk as hell, or maybe Bella put you up to it. But you didn’t know who he was?? So maybe she didn’t? He doesn’t know- god he just knows that having your body pressed into his is…doing things to him. Things he hasn’t experienced in a while. 

You look up at him, your chin on his chest “I think you dance pretty well” 

“Thanks… so do you” He cups your face, and you smile, leaning into his hands. You sway softly together, and he wraps his arm around your waist and takes your hand, suddenly dancing isn’t so bad. Technically this wasn’t even dancing, it was just… enjoying being close to someone. 

Your hand is so soft in his, you’re so soft, so delicate, he’s afraid he’ll break you. Neither of you realizes the song has ended until Bella and Edward come over, You pull away reluctantly and he lets go of you, suddenly feeling cold.

“Oh hey, Bels. Edward” Charlie greets him with a nod 

“I see you’ve met Y/N” He looks at you and you glare up at him, your nose scrunching 

“I s’pose yeah” 

“How’d you convince him to dance??” Bella scoffs in his direction and he rolls his eyes 

“It was easy!” You look up at him, your hands still connected “I just asked, and didn’t take no for an answer”  

“I’m impressed” She nods and Edward rolls his eyes as he looks away from you, he steps back, pulling Bella with him and she follows after 

“You two enjoy yourselves” she calls out as he loses her in the crowd

“Wonder what that was about” Charlie mumbles and you shrug 

“That Eddy is one weird guy”

“Eddy?” Charlie looks at you and you snicker, pulling him away from the dance floor 

“He hates when I call him that” 

If you told Charlie that one day he’d be out on a balcony, holding onto the hips of a pretty little thing who decided she had no choice but to sit on the stone railing while it was lightly snowing making her look like a damn Angel…

He’d book you for public intoxication… and bothering him. 

But here he was, holding onto your hips, standing between your legs, and getting closer by the second. You wrap your arms around his neck, just, “casually” placing them there and his fingers tighten on your hips just “trying to keep you safe” 

“Thanks for coming out here with me, I know it’s kinda cold but I just needed some fresh air,” You tell him, looking up at the sky, you close your eyes as little snowflakes fall on your skin, landing gently on your long lashes.

“You look pretty,” He says, and he sounds so dumb when he says it, he just knows he does, but you do, and he needs to tell you that.

“Hm?” You lift your head to look at him, blinking the sparkly droplets away

“I said, you look pretty” He repeats himself, lower this time, and you melt for him. 

“Why thank you, you look pretty too”

“Oh, I do huh?” He smiles, teasing you and you giggle, nodding as you cup his face 

“Mhm, think you cleanup so so nicely” 

“Hey Mr. S!” Your quiet conversation is interrupted by Emmett and Rosalie, she takes one look at the two of you and whacks him in the chest, growling something under her breath. 

“Babe! I was just trying to help a homie out!” He points upward and you both look up, how the hell he missed that he has no idea, but right above your head, there’s mistletoe hanging from the fairy lights 

“Did he just call you his “homie” you whisper, biting your lip to keep from laughing and Charlie sighs loudly, closing his eyes. 

“He did. Yeah” 

Emmett’s very… very loud help has attracted a little crowd, all eagerly waiting, Charlie turns for a second, looking at all of them before looking back to you, an uneasy look on his face. 

“Is this weird? This feels weird” he says and you giggle, nodding 

“Oh yeah no it’s kinda weird” 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Emmett starts a chant and others join in, Rosalie pinches the bridge of her nose, before turning on her heel and stalking back into the building and Charlie lets his head fall on your shoulder for a second before straightening back up 

“Look I’m not gonna force you to-“ 

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence as your lips connect with his, it takes him a second to kiss back, moving his lips against yours slowly, tasting you in one of the ways he’d been dreaming of doing all night. You taste like strawberries and something even sweeter and he never wants this to end. 

You finally pull away slowly and the small crowd cheers before going back to their business, but your eyes stay focused on his.

“Woo! Get it Mr. S!” Emmett yells before heading back inside to find Rosalie, and try to talk her down from the mega beat down he knows he’s gonna receive. 

“Get it, Mr. S??” Charlie repeats awkwardly as you both watch him walk in and you laugh, trying not to choke on air 

“He’s really rooting for you” 

“I regret telling him he could watch a baseball game with me” 

“How many times?” 

Charlie turns back around “Legitimately once, he was at the house by himself and decided to come bother me… I suppose we’ve been “homies” ever since…”

“Please never say that again” You snort and he puts his hands back on your hips. 

“What? Homie?” He teases, getting closer and you wrap your arms around his neck again, groaning softly 

“Oh my god yes, it sounds so weird coming from you”

“What’s wrong with expressing my feelings huh? My homie Emmett really came through” Your head falls onto his shoulder as you wriggle in his arms, laughing and dying at the same time 

“Nooo please stop oh my god” 

“You promise to be my homie if I do?” 

“Yes!” You laugh, holding onto him tighter “I promise”

“You gotta say it…and seal it with a kiss” He nudges you and you sit up again, looking into his eyes 

“I promise I’ll be your homie if you stop saying it for the rest of our lives” You kiss him again, this time more intensely now that you’re alone again. He squeezes your hips possessively, his tongue wrapping around yours. You moan softly, your hands carding through his soft black hair and tugging on the ends. You pull his head back and start kissing his neck, sucking and biting to leave behind dark bruises and he moans, it’s so deep and sexy, it sends a shiver up your spine. 

“You wanna take this somewhere else?” You whisper seductively while nibbling his ear and he nods, hopelessly lost in you. 

“Yeah… I know a great storage closet” 

You giggle and slip down off the railing, he pushes you against it, his hands sliding over your waist and kissing you again, he can’t get enough of you and you have absolutely no problem with it. He finally pulls away again and takes your hand, pulling you after him, you have to take quick little steps to match his long strides as you weave through the party. 

“Oh, Dad! Hey,” Bella stops him and you bounce off his back with a squeak, Edward catches you and sets you back on your feet and Charlie looks over to Bella. 

“Uh- Hey, kiddo what’s- what’s up?” He’s still holding your hand and Edward doesn’t miss the way he squeezes it gently, a message.

“I’ve been looking for you, wanted to know if you wanna hang out a bit? I know I’ve kinda been blowing you off…”

You turn your head up at Edward, narrowing your eyes at him, screaming your…very interesting thoughts at him and he gags a little before reaching for Bella. 

“Why don’t we go find something to eat?” 

“Yeah, why don’t you go find something to eat?” Charlie echoes and she looks at them both like they’re insane 

“Something? To eat?” She says slowly and Edward leans down to whisper something in her ear, you tug on Charlie’s hand and pull on him gently and his feet start moving.  

“I’ll catch up with you later okay?” 

Bella looks between the two of you before whipping her head around to Edward who shakes his head, looking nauseous and Charlie knows he knows what’s going on.

“I didn’t tell her…everything. Just said you needed to have a conversation with her.” 

He hears Edward’s voice in his head and he gives him an awkward thumbs up before following after you. 

“I’ll come find you!” 

He walks faster, ahead of you, and out into the hallways, it’s quieter here, you’re almost sure he can hear your heartbeat as he leads you down the hallway, further away from all the noise.

“You sure know your way around here,” You tell him, and he chuckles

“Kinda my job to know the ins and outs of places” 

He stops in front of a door and reaches into his pocket, his keys jingle as he pulls them out, searching for an odd-looking one and unlocking the door. 

“Skeleton key” he waves it as he puts it back in his pocket and holds the door open for you, flicking on the lights”

It’s clean in there, and the air feels cool. There are a few shelves with various towels and tablecloths. It’s like a glorified linen closet. 

“Hey, you were right! You did know a good closet,” you giggle, leaning your back against the wall. You look up at him, giving him a little come-here motion with your finger.

He unbuttons his coat, sliding it off his shoulders and setting it on one of the shelves before coming over to you, holding your face in his hands. 

“You, are… gorgeous” He mumbles before capturing your lips in a heated kiss. You melt into him, eagerly unbuttoning his shirt and running your fingers over his chest. 

“Oh… you’re- you’re really” You gesture to his chest, your cheeks flushed and he smirks, taking your hand and placing it on his hardening bulge. 

“And what about this?” 

You look down slowly, your mouth watering “Ohh…my god” 

“You think you can handle it?” He whispers in your ear, kissing the shell of it and lifting your dress at the slit, he gathers it around your waist and hands it to you. 

You hold onto your dress, feeling his hand sliding down your thigh, and stroking the smooth skin softly, before rubbing higher. You squirm a little and he kisses your forehead. 

“Patience, honeybee” He walks his fingers up your thigh torturously slow before they finally come into contact with the edge of your panties, you feel him brush his fingers lightly against where you need him most, pressing the hot, wet, fabric against your dripping lips.

“It’s so sticky” He murmurs in your ear “so wet and perfect…” He teases your clit, working it in little circles and you hold onto his arms, rolling your hips on his fingers. Your head falls back against the wall, panting softly as he works you up with skilled precision, bringing you right to the edge. 

He pulls his hand away from you and you whine as he brings it up, licking your slick from his fingers.

“Well don’t you taste just as good as you look?” he purrs, and you squeeze your legs together for any sort of friction. His voice drops a couple octaves as he whispers into your ear, while you unbuckle his belt as fast as your hands can 

“Ah ah, slow down” He puts his hands over yours, slowing your movements “Unwrap it just like a present under the Christmas tree” 

You huff at him but do as he says, pulling his zipper down slowly. His cock strains against his underwear, begging you to release it. 

“Have you been a good girl this year? He hooks his finger under your chin, tilting your head up. 

“The best!! I promise!!” You nod frantically and he reaches back, taking his coat from the shelves again and placing it on the floor in front of you 

“Prove it for me” 

You get on your knees and look up at him, smiling sweetly and pulling down his boxers. His cock pops out, free from the confines of his boxers and your eyes widen as you stare at it. He’s so beautifully sculpted, long and hard, the tip leaking precum and you gasp softly. 

“Holy shit” you whisper and he presses the tip of his cock against your lips, rubbing it along them teasingly

“Come on good girl, open wide and show me you deserve your presents” 

You stroke him a couple times before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking it shyly, you pull away and kiss it, making out with the tip before taking more of him in.

His eyes roll back and he puts his hand on your head, pushing his cock further into your mouth. He rubs your hair and moans quietly before gathering it around his fist and using your face.

“Jesus Christ honeybee” He moans and it occurs to him that it’s been….an embarrassingly long time since he’s done this and he doesn’t think he’s gonna last very long, not with the little choking noises you make as he moves his hips, thrusting into your mouth. 

You hold onto his thighs, bobbing your head as you swallow his cock, you look up at him, your eyes watering slightly as he pushes his cock down your throat and holds it there for a second. You run your tongue along his shaft while moaning softly, sending little vibrations through his body and fuck is he about to cum.

He braces his arm against the wall, rocking his hips into your mouth steadily, as he picks up the pace fucking your face faster and chasing his high. This isn’t gentlemanly, this isn’t the way he was raised, you let the lady cum first but the second you pull him closer, your head against the wall taking him all the way down with your nose buried in the soft curls he’s gone. He holds your hair tighter, biting his fist as he fucks your face, moaning louder than he should and cumming down your throat to the sounds of you choking on him. 

He holds it there for a minute, listening to you gagging and whimpering before he pulls away from you with a satisfying wet pop and you look up at him swallowing every last drop as you stare into his eyes. He can see the blazing fire in yours, the little tears streaming down your face. This night is definitely far from over. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me honeybee”

You arrange his jacket as a little place to sit, panting harshly as you try to catch your breath. He sits next to you with a soft groan and you lean your head on his shoulder, snuggling into him. 

“I’m uh, sorry that-” he clears his throat awkwardly and you start to giggle as his cheeks turn pink and he whacks your thigh. 

“I'm trying to apologize here!” 

“For what?? that was sooo good” Your voice is a little hoarse, but you seem incredibly pleased and it makes his cock twitch. 

Thank god. 

“I didn’t- I mean, I came kinda fast don’t you think? Not to mention you haven’t” 

“I dunno, I think it’s pretty sexy” You tease, poking his thigh and he leans his head on yours, taking your hand in his.

“Sexy?” He scoffs and you nod, shaking both your heads 

“Definitely! I was so irresistible you couldn’t help but cum down my throat…and if I’m being honest you lasted waaaay longer than I thought you would”

His mouth drops open and he sits up, looking at you “Excuse me?! I think I did pretty damn good”

“Oh yeah sure definitely!” You start giggling again and he gets up, you laugh as he uses the wall for support and he kicks your foot 

“We’ll see whose laughing when we get back to my place” 

“And just what does that mean?” 

He helps you up and gives you a snarky little look as your knees crack and you kick at his leg. He grabs your wrists with one hand and spins you, pinning you to the wall and sliding his hand into your panties, sinking his long fingers inside you. 

“It means I’m gonna be gettin’ a whole lotta calls about a woman screaming” 

[slut4thebroken]

Risky

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Pairing | Emmett x reader

Summary | You and Emmett have to hide in a tiny bathroom while out looking for supplies… and he accidentally gets hard lol.

Warnings | Smut, sexual tension, teasing, dry humping, orgasm denial

Words | 1.2 k

Notes | idk lol

Ao3 link | <3

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Kinktober | day 13: accidental stimulation

“There’s nothing here. Let’s keep going.” He whispered, but you ignored him and kept walking through the train cars, making your way to the front. 

“We should at least look.” You whispered back, glancing at him over your shoulder. His rifle was pointed at the ground but his finger was on the trigger, ready for an attack. You glanced inside a door and found a small bathroom, so you went in and started looking through the cupboard under the sink while he waited outside the door. When you found toilet paper, you held it up with a proud smile. “See?”

Emmett froze and you watched him in confusion for a moment until you heard it; a clicking sound coming from outside the train. Your eyes widened and Emmett looked around before eventually just pushing you into the bathroom and silently closing the door behind himself. He stayed firmly planted between you and the door, like a proper gentleman, but the bathroom was so small that your chests were barely a foot apart, even with both of you pressed against each side, as far away as possible. 

When he leaned his weight off the door, you swallowed thickly and tried to push yourself back into the wall even more, getting overwhelmed by the proximity. You could feel his breath fanning your face and you had to swallow down a whimper as you kept your head down, staring at the tattered collar of his shirt. When you felt his finger tap your side, you stiffened, but looked up at him. 

“You okay?” He mouthed silently, staring down at you with obvious concern. You nodded and tried to give a reassuring smile… but it was more like a strained grimace. 

You shifted your weight awkwardly, but gasped and shot out away from the wall when something sharp snagged on your shoulder. Your eyes widened immediately and Emmett’s hand was over your mouth before you could even blink. The creature was closer now, no doubt because of your fuck up, so both of you stayed completely still, barely even breathing. You stared up at him anxiously, your brows scrunched together in concentration as you tried not to do something stupid— like accidentally moan at how close you were. 

That was when you noticed the feeling of his body completely flush with yours. Emmett let out a quiet breath and looked away from you, biting his lip. When he closed his eyes, you only got more confused. 

The train suddenly shifted, presumably because the monster jumped from one side of the car to the other, and you were sent forward, landing against his chest as his back hit the door. The loud screech made you both stiffen again, this time with your front completely flush with his. He clenched his jaw and closed his eyes again, only confusing you even more. When you shifted, his free hand shot out to grab your hip and hold you in place. 

That was when you felt it; the hardness in his pants digging into your lower stomach. Your eyes widened and your whole face heated up with a blush. For a moment, you were completely frozen. Emmett couldn’t even look at you and both of you were practically holding your breaths. 

You heard another screech from the monster, but it sounded like it was further away now though. Still, neither you nor Emmett moved yet— it was too risky. 

While this was also risky, you couldn’t help it; you just barely pushed your hips forward, making his grip on you tighten significantly. He finally opened his eyes to look at you again, shooting you a weak glare. You looked up at him through your lashes, your gaze shifting between his eyes and his lips, and he swallowed audibly, then turned his head away. 

Unfortunately for him, that only encouraged you. When you pushed your hips into his again, his hand left your mouth to grab your other hip, moving you away from his body a few inches. The feeling of his big hands holding you so tightly had you squeezing your thighs together before you could help it— Everything about him was making you so fucking wet and you had half a mind to get on your knees and blow him right here. 

He leaned his head back against the door and closed his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose. When you placed your hand on his stomach and slowly dragged it down to the waistband of his jeans, he gripped your wrist, not letting you go any further. So you just tried again with your other hand. 

That seemed to be his breaking point though because he suddenly, but quietly, whipped you around and pushed you into the wall, pinning your arms on your lower back. You let out a soft moan at the sudden display of dominance and aggression, then jutted your hips back, pushing your ass into his bulge. 

What confused you was when he didn’t move away or try to stop you. So you just kept doing it until he finally pushed his hips forward, pinning your entire body against the wall as he rutted against your ass. It didn’t take you very long to realize what was happening; he was humping your ass, but keeping your arms pinned behind your back, not letting your aching pussy have any attention. You whined and he shifted his grip to hold you with one hand, then used the other hand to grip your neck, squeezing tight enough to make your head feel heavy. 

“You decided to be a tease.” He whispered, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. He was panting heavily, barely holding back his quiet sounds of pleasure. “So fucking take it.” He growled. 

You whined again and squeezed your thighs together, desperately seeking any stimulation on your throbbing clit.  

The movement of his hips got even more frantic as he neared his orgasm— not taking long at all because… well, it was hard to have even a little bit of stamina when you lived with someone platonically and could only take care of yourself alone, which wasn’t often. Not anymore though. You prayed that this would become a regular thing because your own hand just wasn’t doing it for you anymore. You needed a mouth and a cock— Emmett’s mouth and cock to be specific. 

He suddenly released you and scrambled to open his pants. Just when you tried to turn around, he placed a hand on the back of your neck and forced your cheek against the wall, not letting you watch as he rapidly fisted his cock. He came with a low grunt, painting your pants with ropes of come, completely ignoring your whining and squirming. You wished he would’ve come on your face or in your mouth instead. You also wished you could watch, but you knew that this was a punishment for ‘teasing’ him. 

After another moment, his hand slowed to a stop and he panted heavily for a while, catching his breath. As if nothing even happened, he released you and tucked his cock back in his pants quickly, not letting you sneak a peek. 

“Emmett..” You whined quietly, pouting. He grabbed your cheeks and forcefully jerked your head to face him as he leaned closer. 

“We’re going to finish what we came here for, then we’re going to go back and I’m going to give you your real punishment. If you’re a good girl, then maybe I’ll consider making you come.”