#quiet fem reader

[cyberkitty1]

RAFE CAMERON X OPPOSITE READER

you’ve always been his polar opposite; quiet, soft spoken, the type to avoid conflict like it’s your full time job. you have no idea how you’ve stayed friends this long, but somehow it works.

he’s like your own personal chaos generator, pulling you into adventures you’d never go to on your own. like tonight, when he shows up at your door unannounced, grinning like he’s up to no good (per usual).

“let’s go,” he says, leaning casually against your doorframe.

you blink at him clutching the blanket you were very much planning to stay under all night. “go where?”

“to watch the meteor shower,” he replies like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

you hesitate, glancing down at your pajama pants. “rafe, it’s late and cold”

he rolls his eyes but steps inside, completely ignoring the fact that you haven’t technically invited him in. “it’s not that cold,” he argues, grabbing a hoodie off the back of your couch and tossing it at you. “come on, you’ll regret it if you don’t.”

you mumble something about not regretting staying warm, but he’s already dragging you out the door.

you end up at some quiet spot by the water, the two of you sitting in the bed of his truck. he’s talking a mile a minute, pointing out random constellations and telling you random stories. one specifically about how his dad once tried to convince him shooting stars were alien spaceships.

you just nod and smile, your hands tucked into the sleeves of his hoodie, which is way too big for you. it smells like him, cologne and bonfires and you’re trying really hard not to think about it too much.

at some point, he notices how quiet you’ve gotten. “you okay?” he asks, turning to look at you.

you nod quickly, your cheeks heating up under his gaze. “yeah, just tired.”

he doesn’t buy it, but he doesn’t press either. instead, he reaches over and tugs the hood up over your head. “there,” he says softly, his voice quieter than usual. “that should fix one problem.”

you laugh. “you’re so dumb.”

“yeah, but you love it,” he teases, bumping his shoulder against yours.

you don’t say anything, but your heart’s doing that stupid fluttery thing it always does when he’s being sweet. and when a shooting star finally streaks across the sky, you can’t help but glance over at him instead of the sky, thinking that maybe you don’t need to make a wish after all.

a/n - i’m locking in trust

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

KINKTOBER 2024 - CILLIAN MURPHY EDITION

Hello! My 2024 Kinktober will include a range of filthy kinks. Every Monday and Wednesday will be a AU themed story to really challenge myself.

If you’re familiar with my work, none of these stories will be considered as healthy. For safe marking, all works will be either noncon/dubcon.

Comments and reblogs please are highly appreciated <3

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 1ST - Jackson Rippner + Blood

Red Is The Colour Of Jackson returns home covered in other men’s blood. He’s too impatient to shower first.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 2ND - Emmett in Red Riding Hood AU

All The Better You must deal with the consequences after leading the wolf into your grandmother’s cottage.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 3RD - Neil Lewis + Bondage

His Perfect Little Star When Neil's plan to win you back failed, he improvised to extreme measures to remind you who you belong to.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 4TH - Jonathan Crane + Waxplay

Paint Your Skin You fall into Scarecrow's hands and are forced to play along with his games.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 5TH - Tommy Shelby + Shoe Kink

Squeaky Clean You cost Tommy a promising deal. He can think of a thousand ways to make you pay, so you'll start by dropping to his feet.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 6TH - Cillian Murphy in Professor AU

I Won’t Tell If You Won’t You're Professor Murphy's star student and play on his obvious obsession with you. But when he eavesdrops on a secret of yours, he has to mark you as his.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 7TH - Raymond Leon + Hate Fuck

Hate How Good You Feel After months of tracking his most stressful case, Raymond can't resist but to fuck you before he takes you in.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 8TH - Robert Fichser + Mirror Sex

Look At You Robert likes to have you look at your-filthy-self whenever he takes you.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 9TH - Mathew Joy in Little Mermaid AU!

Poor Unfortunate Soul You're fascinated by the human world and fall in love with a sailor from afar. When you save him, you're desperate to be united with him. A sea witch offers a proposition too good for your fairytale ending. If only you listened to how cruel the human world could be.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 10TH - William Killick + Cunnilingus

Watching Eyes William doesn’t like your ex, he secretly wants you to put on a show for him.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 11TH - Robert Capa + Marking

Ignited You ignite Robert’s jealousy and he has to remind you that you’re still his.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 12TH - Jonathan Breech + Sex Tape

Smile For The Camera Baby You lose a bet with Jonathan. He has to record the experience to ensure it'll happen again.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 13TH - Tommy Shelby in Regency AU

Warmth The Queen is not spared by the King's cruel nature. However she does get to feel his warmth.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 14TH - Jonathan Crane + Pet Play

Scaredy Cat You are Catwoman, you’ve heard word of Scarecrow’s fear toxin and want it for yourself. However he had already anticipated this and desired a kitten of his own.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 15TH - Jim (TDS) + Caught Masterbating

Don’t Let Me Stop You You babysit Jim's kids, he happens to catch you going down on yourself in his living room.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 16TH - Jackson Rippner in Mr and Mrs Smith AU

Mr And Mrs Smith Rippner You live a double life, but you're willing to give it all up to devote yourself to your husband. With one final mission, you learn that your marriage is based on a lie.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 17TH - Tom Buckley + Mind Control

The Eyes Talk Tom is just convinced that you want to fuck him as badly as he wants to fuck you.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18TH - Lenny Miller + Body Worship

Home Sweet Home Lenny is skeptical over pursuing his neighbour, however that all changes when he drunkenly breaks into your apartment.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 19TH - Emmett + Spit

Thristy? You're exhausted and Emmett just won't stop. He notices that you're thristy.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 20TH - Cillian!Victor von Doom in Marvel AU

Electric Storm Victor has great plans for you, that's why you're locked up in his home in Lavertia.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 21ST - Darren + 69

Me and You Forever Right as you're about to leave to start your new beginning, Pig has come to reunite with his Runt.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 22ND - Tom + Overstimulation

Pick The Latter You're given an ultimatum after Tom accuses you of cheating, be fucked endlessly or be left on the edge. You should have picked the latter.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 23RD - Jonathan Crane in Hogwarts AU

Terror Animus There is no one that you despise more than the arrogant Ravenclaw know-it-all who goes by the name Jonathan Crane. But his fascination with you is more dangerous than it seems.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 24TH - Tommy Shelby + Outdoor Sex

As Fast As You Can Your husband likes to play games to your marriage exciting. When you oppose against his wants, he thinks a game of predator and prey can soothe your dispute.

FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25TH - Martin + Spanking

Put A Wife Back In Her Place When Martin’s attempt to win your heart back with a nostalgic trip on a secluded Scottish island fails, he has one last resort to remind you who’s wife you are.

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 26TH - Mike Kieran + Somnophilia

Ignorance Was Bliss Mike makes love to you when you're dead asleep, because that's the only time you'll love him.

SUNDAY, OCTOBER 27TH - Raymond Leon in ABO AU

My Little Omega You go into heat early and your Alpha is forced to come home to relieve you.

MONDAY, OCTOBER 28TH - Jim (28DL) + Dumbification

Dead In The Head You put yourself into a close call, Jim saves you and wonders how dumb you really are.

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 29TH - Shivering Solider + Facial

Please Your Husband Your husband returns home distant, distraught and troubled. He questions your loyalty to him.

WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 30TH - Robert Fischer in Victorian Era AU

In Sickness & In Health You visit your sister who’s health is dropping, you find out a sickening truth from her husband.

THURSDAY, OCTOBER 31ST - Jonathan Crane & Jackson Rippner + Double Penetration

What's Yours Is Mine In college, the twin brothers shared everything and everyone. Until Jackson took it too far and drove Jonathan away. Years later, Jackson shows up with an apology gift, and what's a better gift than you?

[kaces-graham-crackers]

Stirring the Quiet - (1) Sweet Mistakes

Jenna Ortega x Reader

Summary: In the bustling streets of Hollywood, The Daily Grind café offers solace to those seeking peace—famous or not. Y/N, co-owner of the cozy shop, wasn't expecting a masked Jenna Ortega, a regular, hiding in plain sight. Is it just you, or did the spilled sugar not turn out to be the only thing that sweetened your day?

Word Count: 1.1k

The smell of espresso hit me like a warm hug the second I opened the door to The Daily Grind. We'd only been open for three weeks, but the place already felt like my second home. Wilma, my best friend and now business partner, had really nailed it with the cozy vibe— mix of warm lighting and cushy chairs that practically begged you to sit down and spill your deepest secrets into a cup of coffee. We were doing pretty well for ourselves. A lot of it had to do with how we ran things. We prided ourselves on being a low-key spot where even the biggesr stars could come in and out without anyone batting an eye. No paparazzi, No instagram Stans, just people famous—or not trying to enjoy their coffee.

We've had a few people challenge our "No photos, videos, or interrupting other customers of any caliber." rule—a sign clearly displayed at the top of the menu and outside the café. The moment a camera was raised, we'd calmly walk over and politely ask them to leave. If that didn't work, we had a quiet agreement with the boutique's security guard next door—one glare from him, and they usually scurried off. Our café was a sanctuary, and no one would ruin that for our customers. After all, our motto was "We serve coffee, not fame. Take a sip." Today had been like any other day: customers trickling in, ordering their usual, and leaving with smiles. But something was different tonight. Maybe it was the way the door chimed a little softer than usual or the quick sound of shuffling footsteps. I didn't look up right away, as I was too busy balancing a stack of to-go cups while trying not to trip over that corner of the rug that always seemed to curl up, which, let's be honest, was my usual struggle. But I felt it—a shift in the atmosphere. Someone was trying way too hard not to be noticed. I peeked over my shoulder just in time to catch a figure in a hoodie, sunglasses, and a face mask slipping into the booth in the back corner.

I chuckled lightly, nearly knocking over the cups I had stacked. Of course, someone who tried not to stand out only made them stand out more. But hey, this was Hollywood; people like to stay incognito. I walked up beside Wilma as she finished giving a customer their order. She was also watching the spectacle; Wilma leaned in, wiping her hands on a towel. "That hoodie's been here three times this week. Any hunch who it could be?" We, of course, leave celebrities alone here, but we like to talk between ourselves to try and figure out who it is. I shake my head. "No, but they're definitely someone. No one hides like that unless they're trying not to be recognized." Wilma smirked. "Duh—You can tell by how they keep looking over their shoulder." Our eyes met, and she gave me a knowing look. Her smirk grew into a giant grin. "Your turn, mascot," she said, tossing her towel over her shoulder as she walked away. I blinked, confused. "Wait, what? What is that supposed to mean?" She stopped briefly. "Maybe you'll have better luck talking to them. After all, you are the people's favorite barista and a great icebreaker. She looks anxious, so work your little charisma magic." And with that, she disappeared into the back, leaving me staring at the mysterious figure, wondering how I'd gotten roped into this.

As I walked over, I flipped to a new page in my notepad and repeated my mantra when serving customers: Treat everyone the same, whether they're the guy from down the street or some A-lister hiding from the world. No fuss, no fanfare. I tried to stay calm not to scare them out of the café. There was no need to be weird or awkward about it I'm just going to—oh. As I slid up to the table, I managed to knock over the sugar container. Smooth, Y/N. Real smooth. With a quick glance, I crouched down to pick it up, hoping I hadn't drawn attention to either of us. When I stood back up, the figure in the hoodie had their head down, but I could feel them watching me. Great, now I spooked them. "Uh, sorry about that," I chuckled nervously, brushing the sugar off my apron. "That usually only happens on Wednesdays, more than I'd like to admit." A soft giggle escaped from under the mask. Before I could attempt to piece the giggle to a voice she pulled down her mask just enough for me to see her face.

Jenna Ortega.

I blinked, not sure why my brain of all times decided to short-circuit now.

Jenna—freakin'—Ortega was sitting in my café, laughing at my stupid joke.

"Don't worry," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've seen worse." I swallowed, trying to play it cool, even though my hands were suddenly very sweaty. "Uh, yeah, sorry about that. I wasn't expecting..." I trailed off, realizing how dumb I sounded. I mean, who was I expecting? Jenna looked around cautiously, lowering her mask completely once she realized no one had recognized her. "I just...needed to get away for a bit. You guys are pretty discreet." I nodded, my heart still racing. "Yeah, absolutely. This is a judgment-free zone. No one here will treat you like, you know...you." A soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and I tried not to stare. "Good. I could use a place like that right now." "Well, you found it," I said, sending her a warm smile. "Is the other barista not here today?" she asked, fumbling with the strings of her hoodie. "Wilma? Yeah, she's hiding in the back. I can go get her if you'd like?" she softly cleared her throat, "No, that's alright, she just knows my usual." "Well, I promise not to screw it up." I smiled, flipping back to a blank notepad page. "Alright, I'll hold you to that. I'll have an iced coffee with caramel and whipped cream." She smiled back at me. I nodded, jotting it down and turning back to the counter. "Coming right up." As I worked on her drink, I couldn't help but glance back over. There she was, sitting quietly, reading a book with her headphones around her neck, looking a lot more calm. Just another person needing some space and quiet in a world of phones, lights, and cameras 24/7. It felt great that our little café was something special for people. Not just because of the stars who might show up but because we somehow created a space where people could just be. And that? That was worth all the spilled sugar in the world.

[websterss]

JUST TRYING TO BE BRAVE — ERIC (AQPDO)

REQUEST: A request for Eric from A Quiet Place: Day One The reader only knows of one way to calm him whilst he's having a panic attack during the madness, and they gently let him rest against their chest and listen to their heartbeat until he calms down <3

WARNING(S): SLIGHT SPOILERS, fluff, angst, panic attacks

WORD COUNT: 1,286

PAIRING: Eric x fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed! I didn’t know where you wanted the reader to calm him down so you get a two-for-one scenario fic lmfao <33

MASTERLIST

You don’t know what you would’ve done if you hadn’t run into Sam like you and Eric had. You two probably would have continued to wander the discarded vacant streets of New York, had you decided not to follow the cat.

Sam had been insistent on you both leaving her be with her cat, but at last she got used to your presence. Now as you shelter in her abandoned home, watching and hearing the rain fall from the windows, you can’t help but feel relieved those creatures can’t hear your beloved's panicked inhales and exhales.

“Eric, it’s okay! You’re alright. We’re okay!” He only shakes his head at your reassured comments. Your consolation this time wasn’t doing the trick to calm him down, if you hadn’t run out you would have given him his prescribed anxiety meds. “It’s okay. They can’t hear us up here right now. You’re okay. We’ve made it this far haven’t we?” You breathe out a laugh as you cup his face. He barely musters a nod before his eyes close again, you could imagine the tornado spinning around in his chest. Wreaking havoc on his sanity and any small chance of serenity. You could imagine it all. You could see the panic, the fear in his eyes, making his chest rise and fall rapidly as he struggled to maintain his breath. “Do you want to try it again, what your doctor recommended us to do? Your head pressed on my chest. Match your breathing to the rhythm of each beat of my heart…” You trailed off letting him take the lead.

At your suggestion, he nods slowly, his eyes closing as he reaches out for your hands again. "O-Okay..." Eric tried to take deep breaths, but they came out as panicked stutters.

You sat back against the sofa, allowing space for him to rest against your chest. You began to steady your rhythmic pace, knowing it only worked if you were just as calm and relaxed. You press a gentle kiss against his curls. As his breathing slows to a soft inhale and exhale. He tuned out everything around him. Hearing every thump, feeling every minor skip in your chest. He felt your steadiness, felt the caresses in his hair. The strong warm hold of your other arm as you held him close. He could feel you, hear every intake of air. You were present for him, and he was welcoming the stillness the moment allowed for you both to have once again. He guessed as much though just how the rest of your lives would dissolve into, a world of quiet.

It seemed heavenly at first, but otherworldly frightening, knowing he might just have to savor the small moments where he’d get to hear your voice again. Just as he was doing now.

Once you registered his slackened jaw and relaxed shoulders, you assumed as much that he had fallen asleep. You didn’t dare move. Your fingers continued to rake through his hair as he had succumbed to sleep. You couldn't help but feel relieved that he had calmed down and been able to find some rest. The rain continued to patter against the windows, its soothing sound acting as a natural lullaby to ease your nerves. As you held him close, you found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his peaceful face.

“What started the attacks?” Sam watches you both from the windows.

“Moving far from home. His parents were so proud of him for following through with law school, but he was devastated to leave them. I completely out of mind in love with him, made the biggest jump of my life following him to the U.S.”

“Do you ever regret it?”

You peer up at Sam with glistened eyes. “N-No. I wouldn’t be sane going through this apocalypse without him. Whatever this whole mess is!” You exclaimed quietly. You look down at him, brushing back his curls. “I’d regret it more if I hadn’t followed him here. I can’t imagine what he would’ve done all alone, if he’d survived it this far. I think he would. I wonder if he’d have met you just the same if I wasn’t here. I’d have been thankful just the same though, Sam. For letting him stick with you.” You choke back a sob, your smile widening at the corners. Sam only nods, turning her head away from your vulnerable confession. You didn’t take it to the heart. Who knew what pain she was going through herself.

As you spoke to Sam, your voice quivered with a mix of love and vulnerability. You could feel the weight of your words hanging in the air, and for a moment, it was as if the world outside faded away, leaving only the three of you to navigate this strange new reality. You couldn’t help but wonder how Eric would have fared if you hadn't been by his side, a thought that sent a shiver down your spine. With bated breaths, you turned your focus back to him, sleeping peacefully in your arms.

-

“Eric baby please!” You swish around in the water, eyes glistening as you look up at the creature crawling out from the hole on the roof. Sam had taken a more firmer approach. Holding her hand over his mouth. You had caught him about to squeak, before Sam shushed him. His need to express his panic in screams was hard to muffle.

You moved as quietly as you could in the water. Making your way to take over Sam’s place. Eric only shook his head at you. You had to nod, to remind him to stay calm.

“Eric, we need to slow your heart.”

“N-No, no, no.” He muttered. “I can’t…”

“You can, you can. Baby, look at me.” You whispered harshly, gripping his face like Sam had done. In a more serene and calm scenario, your softer touch would have been your go-to, but not when that thing was getting closer. “I’m scared right now, I’m scared too, but we need to get you back on track. I need you to focus and match your breathing to mine, right now!” Your eyes plead with him. “Please!”

His eyes were wide with fear, pupils dilated and breaths shallow. The panic was clearly taking over him as water dipped into his mouth, making it difficult for him to focus on anything other than the impending danger. Despite his obvious distress, he nodded slightly, trying his best to calm himself down. As you held his face, he tried to match his breathing to yours, each breath a struggle for control over the mounting fear. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to stay grounded in the presence of your touch.

"I got you. D-Deep breaths…" You barely whisper to him, your frequency morphing into mouthed words.

He took a shaky breath, shuddering as he attempted to follow your instructions. Your steady presence grounded him to the moment.

You didn't hesitate to place his head on your chest. You placed your hand on the back of his head, rubbing his wet hair back and forth in hopes of reassuring him. You tread lightly backwards, keeping your sights on the beast behind you three.

Eric pressed his ear against your chest, the sound of your steady heartbeat providing a calming rhythm to focus on. His breaths were still shaky, but with your hand on the back of his head, soothing in soft caresses, he slowly began to calm down. He closed his eyes and let himself be guided through the water, trusting your instincts to lead the way. Trusting both Sam and you to get him far away from the damned creature.

[cillianhead]

★ MASTERLIST ★

Hey this is the masterlist with all the fics i've written so far (and will be updated every time i upload a new fic)

Anything with a * after it is a content warning as it may contain DUBCON/NONCON Content! Cillian Murphy x Reader:

Put The Beatles On, Light The Candles, Go Back To Bed (fluff)

Three And A Half Months (smut)

Illicit Affairs (smut, dad's best friend!Cillian)

In Your Car, I'm A Star (smut)

Wind In My Hair, I Was There (angst + smut)

Lazy Sundays (smut)

A New Pair of Glasses (smut) (part one) *

Red Eyes (smut) (part two) *

Strawberry Syrup (smut)

Jonathan Crane x Reader:

Sitting Pretty (smut)

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby (fluff + angst + comfort)

Are You Afraid of The Dark? (smut) *

Neil Lewis x Reader:

Pussy-Whipped (smut)

You're The Only One Who Makes Me Feel Alive (smut + angst)

Slut (smut)

Thomas Shelby x Reader:

Show Me How Much You Need Me (smut)

Ambrosia (smut)

Look What You Made Me Do (smut) *

Manhandled (smut)

Twitterpated (Fluff)

The Brim (smut)

Spilt Milk (smut)

Emmett (A Quiet Place II) x Reader:

Scream For Me (smut)

Jackson Rippner x Reader

Your Dog (smut)

Oppenheimer x Reader

- Oppie is a sub? (smut)

don't see something you think should be there? send me requests and i'll write em <3

[lostlikesaebyeok]

HEY GANG 💥💥💥 can we get a fic with se-mi x f!reader based off treehouse by alex G and emily yacina 🥳🥳🥳🔫🔫🔫🔫😅😅

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝒔𝒆-𝒎𝒊 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒍𝒆: you can stay

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: se-mi x fem!reader

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒂𝒖: post-squid game au

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: soft romance, surreal intimacy, light possessiveness, songfic

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: quiet obsession framed gently, soft clinginess, surreal tone, codependency, established sapphic relationship, lyrics-inspired structure

✧˚·̩͙﹕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚:

se-mi doesn’t like people. her space is hers. her silence is sacred.

but you? you’re allowed in. into the treehouse, the noise, the parts of her she doesn’t even understand.

she loves you like a secret she never meant to tell.

and you’re not allowed to leave. not now, not ever.

it starts with a door.

“do not enter” is scrawled in faded red paint, crooked and chipped at the edges, like a warning that was never meant to be followed. it’s not locked. hasn’t been for years. still, you knock.

twice.

then again, softer. your knuckles rest against the wood.

inside, there’s shuffling. the thud of something hitting the floor. and then her voice, raspy from sleep, worn down but still unmistakably hers.

“i thought i said no one.”

you lean your forehead against the door. “i’m not no one.”

a pause. then: a small, tired sigh. the sound of a latch turning.

the door creaks open.

there’s se-mi. your girlfriend, your girl, your favourite person in the whole damn world. barefoot in one of your hoodies, hair messy and eyes half-lidded like she’d just woken from a nap she hadn’t meant to take. she looks at you like she’s trying to be annoyed, but her mouth betrays her with a flicker of a smile.

“fineee you can stay,” she says, soft.

you step inside. she lets you kiss her.

it’s a sleepy kiss. her hand finds your wrist like she needs to make sure you’re real. your lips brush hers once, then again, slower, deeper. her breath catches.

“hi,” you murmur.

“hi,” she says, and it almost sounds like i missed you.

the treehouse isn’t really a treehouse anymore. not since the foundation started to sag, not since the ladder rotted through and she put in a plank ramp instead. it leans to one side, like it’s tired of holding itself up. but inside, it’s warm.

there’s a blanket piled on the couch. fairy lights half-strung across the ceiling. a teacup with dried paintbrushes in it. a photo of you and her pinned to the wall with tape. her world, quiet and small and strange, and yours, too, now.

you sit with her on the couch, legs tangled. she rests her head on your shoulder, and you kiss the top of her hair. she smells like dust and sunlight, and a little like your shampoo.

“you know.. i used to pretend this place was a ship,” she says after a while.

you smile. “like a pirate ship?”

“mmhm. i’d shout orders to no one. stack pillows like treasure chests. i made my mom walk the plank once.”

you laugh, and she grins.

“you’re still bossy, you know,” you tease.

she turns toward you, eyes narrowed like she’s pretending to be offended. “i’m the captain. that’s the job.”

“can i be your deputy?”

“you already are.”

you lean in, kiss her again, this time slower and sweeter. her hand slides behind your neck, and she pulls you closer until you’re nearly in her lap, breath mingling. it’s gentle, unhurried. familiar in the way only something well-loved can be.

when you finally pull back, she presses her forehead to yours.

“you know,” she whispers, “i don’t think i’m ever gonna let you leave.”

your smile grows crooked. “good. i don’t want to.”

hours pass in fragments.

she shows you her newest sketch. a strange little drawing of two girls in a floating house, tethered to the sky by strings of stars. you ask if they’re supposed to be you and her. she shrugs, but her blush gives her away.

you kiss her again.

you talk about random things. you tell her how you got caught in the rain on your way over. how you saw someone who looked like her on the subway last week and it made your chest ache.

she listens. she always does.

and then she asks quietly “what do you think of my treehouse?”

you look around, at the fairy lights, the sketches. the soft way she’s looking at you, like you hung the stars just to make her smile.

you kiss her cheek. her jaw. her mouth.

“i think it’s perfect,” you say.

outside, the sky turns violet. birds call in the trees, soft and distant. the world blurs out. in here, she’s all you feel.

you curl into her on the couch, your head on her chest, your arm slung over her waist. she strokes your back lazily, her fingertips brushing up and down like a lullaby.

“i love you,” she murmurs. half-asleep. whole-hearted.

you smile against her skin. “i love you too.”

and you mean it. in this quiet, crooked treehouse, in this tiny corner of the world where she lets you in, you love her with everything you have.

and you stay.

thank u for reading, angel ♡

ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ likes = kisses for @eunchacha /p

♡ tags: @eunchacha @ilovesawbyeokandjjmaybank @saeshairtie @gyuyoungg @saphicsaturn @gg0mezz @lyzem @janegrapefruitttt @reynadeluniverso @laylaheinz @laurenkenss @bleedingwhiteroses222 @maevelovessae

[darlingsfandom]

Can you write threesome with Lenny Miller and Emmett.

The plot would be while the reader has a double life and knows that Lenny and Emmett are separated twins (she knows because she is a bioinformatics analyst, that's how she met Lenny, but outside at work she is with Emmett), but when they discover the reader's double life they decide to satisfy her more together Sorry for my bad English, It's not my first language

TW: threesome! fingering, nipple play, oral, cheating!

Lenny Miller x Reader x Emmett from A Quiet Place.

There’s an old saying that you only live once, but in your chase you’re living twice. It was hard to wrap your own mind around at times and yet you’ve done it for the last two years.

Emmett was your loving husband that you recently tied the knot with to conceal your second life. He was the complete opposite of your first husband who you loved dearly but sometimes left you bored because he was too wrapped up in his work which if it wasn’t for his work you wouldn’t have met him in the first place.

Lenny Miller, millionaire thanks to bio analytics that the government was using in a way that made your stomach turn into knots, but you kept your mouth shut to appease your husband. Lenny did spoil you so it was hard to complain. Lenny was well respected and all his employees loved him including you which is how over time you became Mrs. Lenny Miller.

You’ve been married to Lenny for over three years but recently your marriage has been a bit boring and when you came across some interesting information you found yourself starting to lead a double life. Thanks to Lenny’s system you found out that Lenny had a long lost twin that no one knew about besides Lenny, how you got access to that? Your husband might be smart but he’s not that careful at times and you took it upon yourself to research exactly who Emmett was. It was wrong to do this and you knew it but you also knew about Lenny’s little side piece again he’s smart, just not that careful.

When you first met Emmett you played the innocent card so well Emmett found himself falling for you right away. You fabricated a story that you were in the neighborhood for a new home since your husband broke your heart which wasn’t a complete lie but no one needed to know that. Emmett was captivated by you just the way you talked, smiled and talked with your hands and just how you looked at him with such soft eyes , how could you he not instantly fall for you? At first he thought he was going crazy after he met you because he was seeing you everywhere but you were actually there trying to observe him so you could get to know him better. Over time you actually started approaching Emmett when you’d run into him at places like the grocery store, a small thrift store and even at a local video store which Emmett found himself blushing for the first time in his life because of course the one time he decided to look in the adult section he would get caught and of all people by you! It wasn’t long before you found yourself dating Emmett while still having a ring on finger from Lenny.

Lenny never questioned your moves and where you were going. He trusted you but it also gave him more time with his side piece that the more you were with Emmett the more you were starting to give up the idea of being Mrs. Lenny Miller. Emmett didn’t hold you up to this idea that you had to look a certain way or act a certain way, it was nice to be relaxed. So as time went on you found yourself in love with Emmett and he felt the same way so when he asked you to marry him you said yes without a second thought.

Now after a year of being married to Emmett you realized that starting to live the double life was becoming too much. You kept up both lives until one day when you were out with Emmett. He surprised you by taking you out to a fancy dinner. He had been working hard on the farm and to be fair you enjoyed becoming the farmers wife. He did the work and you did the selling at the farmers market , a perfect match. You were excited to go out with him that night until you ran into Lenny.

Lenny had to do a double take at you because he felt like you were an illusion. You were supposed to be out of state on a business meeting which is what he believed but when you were sitting there with Emmett he excused himself from his own business meeting to approach you.

Lenny stood there for a moment questioning if it was really you until he heard you speak. He flared his nostrils and approached you with a look that could kill.

“And what exactly do you think you are doing?” Lenny placed his hand on your shoulder making you jump and Emmet stand up quickly.

“You got about two seconds to take your hands off my wife before I deck you… Lenny.” Emmet despised his brother which is why they haven’t spoke since they were eighteen.

“I do believe you’re confused Emmett, you have always wanted what was mine. She is my wife.” Lenny held up your hand to show off the ring on your finger but when Lenny took a closer look he realized that was not the ring he put on your finger. The ring on your finger was Emmett’s.

The brothers looked at each other with a look that would make anyone in their right mind run away which is what you should’ve done but you found yourself frozen in fear and bit of attraction growing between your legs. It was wrong but you didn’t care.

“I can explain!” You blurted out making them turn to look at you. “Just… not here.” You finally stood on shaky legs before walking out with the two of them hot on your ass. Lenny followed the two of you into Emmets truck.

“You left out glamours life to be a farmers wife?” Lenny rolled his eyes as you sat between the two of them.

No words could come out of your mouth until you finally calmed down to explain the whole thing to the both of them. Neither brother responded right away until you felt Emmett’s hand on your thigh and he looked sad before he cupped your cheek in his hand. He was bothered but the fact you chose him over Lenny in a way made him smile on the inside. Lenny slowly realized he couldn’t be mad because he had started the affair before you had even met Emmett.

“I do have an idea though.” You whispered making the twins look at you. “I’m technically married to the both of you, so why not make it a little fun?” Emmett raised his eyebrow while Lenny crossed his arms.

“What kind of fun?” Lenny asked.

“As you’ve said before Lenny, I’m full of pretty holes to be used… well there’s two of you and I have two holes….” You bit down on your bottom while placing your hands on each of their thighs to which Emmett grabbed your hand and leaned into breath into your ear heavily.

“Should’ve known you’d want something like this.” He licked the shell of your ear while Lenny moved your hand to his crotch and let you rub his cock through his pants. Lenny could never deny sex with you even with his twin about to join in.

“If we’re doing this, we’re not gonna fit comfortably in the truck.” Emmett spoke up while massaging your thigh.

“Take us home my love.” You kissed him softly which made a sting happen in Lenny’s heart when it shouldn’t have. Lenny sat quietly on the ride him while you rubbed his cock and Emmett’s at the same time.

When Emmett had the three of you back at the farm house Emmett helped you out carefully before giving your ass a smack when he had the chance. Lenny had every right to be jealous because he should have been the one to make you giggle like that but he also doesn’t have the right.

Lenny watched how you smiled when Emmett gave you a kiss and he can’t remember the last time you looked at him like that. To be fair it was mostly his fault but he won’t admit that. You looked over at Lenny and gave him those eyes that made him fall for you the first time around.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You ran your hands over Emmett’s shirt before he gave you a nod and kissed you softly. Your lips moved in sync with his as his hands groped your ass. He moved his hands over your body before unzipping your dress. The fabric pooled around your feet leaving you in your bra and panties.

Oh how Lenny wanted to jump right in but he felt like he should just watch. You sat down with Emmett on the couch before looking at Lenny to come over and he did. Lenny sat right next to you. Emmett placed his hand on your boob before having you lean forward to unhook it and let it fall to the floor. Both men let out a moan as you sat there with a smile on your lips. Neither man cared at that moment, they both quickly wrapped their lips around each of your nipples. Your hands ran through both of their heads of hair while the eagerly sucked your nipples. Emmett moved his hands between your legs and spread them open to show off the wet spot on your panties. His fingers pulled your panties to the side before slipping a finger inside of you.

“Emmett!” You cried out as he bit your nipple gently. He pulled away to look at you while pumping his finger inside of you while Lenny continued to suck your nipple. Your hand ran over Lenny’s crotch and gave his cock a squeeze to which he responded by doing his best to unzip his pants to let his cock out and when it was out , your hand quickly wrapped around it. Emmett watched as you touched his brothers cock and he wanted the same thing. He pulled his finger out and licked it clean before he stood up in front of you, unzipped his pants and let his cock spring free. You sat forward and licked your lips before sucking the head of his cock. Lenny stood up next to his brother and shoved his pants down so now both men had their cocks in your face.

You pulled off Emmett’s cock to suck gently on Lenny’s while pumping Emmett’s cock.

“You’ve always been so good at sucking cock honey.” Lenny pulled your hair into a ponytail and held it tightly. Emmett got down on his knees in front of you as you sat on the couch, put your legs on his shoulders and buried his face between your legs. His tongue slowly lapped at your pussy which made you moan around Lenny’s cock in a way Lenny has never felt before.

Emmett’s beard brushed against your inner thighs as he ate you out like starved man. You were always so thankful that Emmett loved to give you oral, he was fantastic at it. Lenny was more selfish when it came to oral. You sucked harder on Lenny’s cock, gagging a little when he pushed your head further down. Emmett was devouring your pussy, his nose rubbing against your clit making you squirm until his fingers dug into your hips. Your body never felt like this before.

Lenny pulled you off his cock leaving a string of spit dangling from your lips as you gasped for air. Emmett was lapping his tongue faster making your moans echo off the wall. By the way your legs started to shake Emmett knew you were close and didn’t stop. He felt you squeeze your thighs around your head as you whined loudly, your fingers yanked on his hair as your orgasm ripped through you. Emmett licked up every drop of your juices as you came hard against his tongue. Lenny was a bit jealous because you’ve never came like that for him.

Emmett slowly pulled away licking his lips as your hips melted against the couch. The men looked at each other than at you before Emmett sat down next you, helped guide you onto his lap and lined his cock up with your pussy and helped you slide down on it. Lenny stood in front of you and pushed his cock inside of you as well. You’ve never felt this full ever! Both of them had big cocks! Lenny’s was longer but Emmett’s was thicker and both of them together had you rolling your eyes back as they took turns slowly trying fuck you.

Lenny leaned forward to kiss you and you actually let him. His tongue swirled in your mouth while Emmett’s hands played with your boobs, his fingers pulled on your nipples as they fucked your sore pussy harder. It was too much but it felt so good. Emmett thrusted harder up into you while Lenny slowed down feeling his orgasm building. Lenny pulled out slowly and pumped his cock watching his brothers cock fuck up into you.

With a loud groan Lenny came against your pussy making Emmett fuck his cum into you. A satisfied smile appeared on his face as he sat down next to you while Emmett fucked you so hard that you could hear his balls slapping against you. Another orgasm washed over you squeezing Emmett’s cock which made his orgasm approach. He came with a low moan in your ear as he came deep inside of you, holding you still on his cock so you could feel his hot cum fill you up so much it dripped a little bit down your inner thighs.

All three of you lay collapsed on the couch with you still on Emmett’s lap and his cock still buried in you. Lenny looked at you before wrapping his arm around your waist to also lay his head on your shoulder.

“You know, there’s no reason why I can’t stay married to the both of you.” You mumbled while having your head on Emmett’s shoulder.

Neither brother would admit it, but you weren’t wrong. They were just too stubborn for their own good but maybe, just maybe you’d be the reason they’d come back to their senses in the end.

[ikinremu]

Veryyy Dark with Emmett please. He can't take his hands off from her . He likes it rough intense and add more & I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO SO MUCHHHH TAKE LOVEEEE😭💕💕

Hi anon! First of all, thank you so so much for the support, it really means the world, I’m so glad you enjoy 🫶 Secondly, thank you for requesting, I really enjoyed writing this one tbh so tysm for the ideaaa ;) !! Enjoy <3

Anything could happen

Emmett x Fem!Reader

! Smut Warning !

Tags: P in V, Unprotected Sex, Rough Sex, Hair pulling, Degrading, Praise, Spanking/Slapping, Marking, Manhandling, Light choking

Emmett had been utterly obsessed with you since the moment you two had crossed paths. The scent of your skin, the way your clothes hugged tight at your body, it took everything in him to keep focused - to keep to himself.

And now, you two had finally found yourself alone with only the company of one and other - and best of all, safe, away from danger. Anything could happen.

The fire crackled between the pair of you, freshly ablaze and illuminating the fireplace. Somehow, it felt rather like Emmett's eyes were burning into yours more intensely than the fire itself. You watched as he took a small swig of his beer, one of the two you shared.

"Alright?" He spoke, and you gave a simple, soft nod in return. It was odd, speaking with freedom again, rather than the choice of complete silence or barely audible whispers.

"Mhm." You smiled, although the air felt thick, full of frustration.

You didn't once hesitate in sipping at your very own bottle, it was refreshing - despite its unpleasant taste - reminding you of your new-found safety.

From the opposing side of the blazing fireplace, Emmett watched intently as your lips wrapped slowly around the bottle head. God, he was a man starved. Despite everything, he couldn't help it; the way his cock twitched in deprivation beneath his jeans. The plump of your lips, the manner in which you swept away the droplet of beer sliding down your chin. It was such a common, innocent act, although coming from you, it had his length rising against the denim. It drove him wild. It'd been agonising, being so drawn to you without the chance to act.

The heat from the fire tickled your skin, not quite enough to break a sweat, but a slight sheen. But the wind decided to ruin the warmth, much to your annoyance, the gust whistling through the window and sending an unwelcome chill over your skin.

"Dammit." You huffed, no longer finding it a pleasant breeze, standing and ambling over to the widely opened window, reaching for the handle in a way that had you leaning over the deep windowsill.

As you wrapped a single hand around the distant latch, you felt two unfamiliar grips on your hips. You flinched a little, taken aback, but continuing nonetheless.

"Just a little more.. there you go." Emmett whispered from behind you, angling you further forward, his mouth lingering right beside your neck.

You couldn't quite assure yourself if you felt correctly, it felt as though the strain of his jeans was pressing against your ass as you tugged the window shut, letting it click together. It locked, and you were faced with an undeniable, rather large, pressure against the denim of your shorts.

A flutter spread through your stomach, catching you off guard, you'd been deprived of such contact in a while - and you certainly weren't anticipating it from Emmett.

One warm, callous hand trailed up your torso, making you shudder beneath the breath against your neck, where his hand suddenly stopped. The pad of his thumb pressed directly under the crook of your jaw, his vacant fingers seizing your chin, turning your head just enough to send your eyes wandering back to his own.

Heart beating rapidly against the wall of your chest, you felt Emmett's lips reach a slow parting, brushing ever so gently over your ear. Something about the situation felt so right, but impossibly wrong too.

"Are you going to behave for me?" He whispered, breathing heavily.

His grasp tightened, giving your hips a teasing squeeze through the denim of your shorts.

Mind scrambled, you gasped, "Emmett-"

"Are you?" He interrupted, tone riddled with expectancy.

Your breath hitched within your throat as you mulled it over. You couldn't deny the brewing arousal between your thighs, the way your skin flushed, you wanted this. You nodded.

The very second he was granted the nod, Emmett let out a low, satisfied groan, grabbing you immediately and positioning you infront of him atop the window sill, swinging your legs round his hips. Using both hands, he tore your top clean from your torso, your eyes wide as a shiver ran down your spine. You hadn't at all pinned such strength to him, though you weren't complaining.

"Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to have you like this?" He practically grumbled, hungry gaze falling to your bra, which he made light work of disposing.

You whimpered upon the feeling of his grasp on your exposed breasts, the way he delved against them the second they were bared to his touch, rolling his thumbs over your nipples, pebbling them under his touch.

"Look at these fucking tits, begging for attention." He scolded, giving them a rather possessive slap, drawing a shocked moan from your lips, "Making my cock so fucking hard seeing them under that little top of yours, huh?"

Your cheeks burned hot, arousal fuelled by the sting of his palm against your naked chest.

Emmett brushed his thumb in warning over your mouth, muttering, "Open." You obeyed, parting your lips, however clearly not to his satisfaction. "Wider."

God, his tone of voice was unbelievably different; demanding, expectant even. But the harshness of it had your underwear sodden.

You presented your mouth to him, allowing his thumb to slide gradually inside. He pushed the thick digit slowly atop your tongue, making you splutter a little.

He leaned in, face looming a mere inch from your own, his voice hushed to a breathy whisper, "Suck."

Your skin felt hot, although an excited shiver coursed through your spine. You hadn't anticipated such behaviour from Emmett - it seemed like frustration, as if it had been building for quite some time. You inhaled sharply, knowing your panties were growing soaked as you wrapped your lips around the digit.

"That's right, baby." His lips curved, and suddenly his face was driven eagerly to your chest, pressing his open mouth to the fragile skin, sucking ferociously as he ran the tip of tongue over your nipples.

His exhales were humid, ragged and heavy against your skin as he spoke, swirling his thumb against your tongue, "These are gonna look even better all marked up, hm?"

Your eyes flickered together, nodding gently around him as your lips stroked over his thumb.

"More, c'mon, show me how you'd suck my cock." He encouraged, landing yet another smack to your chest, making the sensitive skin tingle beneath the strike of his palm.

You released the dampened digit with a little 'pop' before slipping it within your mouth once more, this time applying more pressure.

One of your hands was suddenly blanketed by a far larger, slightly rougher one, practically encasing yours as Emmett guided your touch down to his crotch slowly, ghosting your palm over the peak of his worn-out jeans.

"Feel that?" His words poured out as a broken, ragged breath, "It's just for you."

Holy shit, he was impossibly hard against your skin, twitching beneath the material. Just for you. The effect was mutual. Instinctively, you acted on the signal, unzipping the trousers as he assisted in tugging them down, boxers centring his arousal.

Your nipples hardened under Emmett's skilled fingertips, the stimulation making you moan timidly round his thumb, which rested firmly atop your wet tongue, "So responsive.."

He drew the digit from the warmth of your mouth, slick with your saliva, satisfaction painting the canvas of his face.

"That put that mouth of yours to good use, huh sweetheart?" He chuckled, hoarse and low, pointing the focus of his thumb to the button of your shorts.

He planted a light slap to your breasts once more before seizing your hips, merciless in his desire as he hauled you up, hands caressing the underside of your exposed thighs, gripping tightly at your ass as he carried you with ease to the sofa.

You gasped as he shifted you along, "Emmett!-"

"Quiet." He merely chuckled upon your surprise, swiftly bending your half naked body over the sofas back, positioned directly behind you, hips grazing yours.

Emmett snatched the waistband of your shorts, fingertips digging into the material, "You know how hard these little fucking shorts got my cock? Making me think about what's under there?"

You whimpered, feeling the - now familiar - impact of his palm striking your behind, making you jolt forward a little.

"This fucking pussy is gonna make it up to me, sweetheart." He mumbled, yanking your shorts down with the firm hold he maintained, a rather gravelly groan escaping his throat as his gaze drifted to the sight of you.

Your underwear was completely soaked through, and exceptionally thin to begin with, providing almost no modesty.

Emmett's hand came down once again, this time planting a significantly rougher spank to your sensitive flesh, "I knew you were a little fucking whore, just look at this."

Beyond your control, your stomach twisted with arousal as the comment slipped his tongue, and you stumbled messily over your words, "I'm not-"

"Oh, yes you are." He corrected, gentle fingertips taunting the sodden patch between your clenched thighs. "Only sluts get this wet from being treated like this, huh baby?"

You released a small, airy whine, feeling the thick of his bulge rub against your bare cunt, making you quiver against him. Pressing his digits to your sensitive clit, Emmett traced supple, teasing circles through the fabric. Ridding his pelvis of his boxers, he exhaled in utter relief, thrusting a single hand over the couch, looming a short few centimetres before your face, "Spit."

Your cunt clenched around air, shamelessly desperate to be filled. There was something so very thrilling about the manner in which he treated you - and he clearly knew that.

Without second thought, wetting his open palm with your spit, which he wrapped quickly round his bare, deprived length, "That's a good little slut, doing what you're fucking told."

The thick of his tip grazed over your sopping folds, already leaking with pre-cum. A  loud, inviting moan left your mouth, impatient to feel him inside.

"Beg for it." He chuckled, "Beg for my cock in your pussy."

Emmett words were filthy, gruff and demanding as he spoke. Your cheeks fizzled with warmth in the absence of your words.

He planted yet another harsh, punishing smack to your bare behind, no doubt within your mind that’d it mark, handprint staining your skin. Abruptly enough, he seized your hair, tugging it up a little, bundled between his fingers as he kept a firm hold, “Didn’t you say you were gonna behave? I said beg, sweetheart.”

Your back arched upon the spank, instinctual although riddled with craving, arousal running down your thighs.

“Please.. Emmett, I need to feel you..” You heaved, breath hitching as the head of his cock prodded at your cunt again, purposeful in every aspect of his teasing.

“There you go, attagirl.” He praised, sliding one tightly packed hand over your upper thighs, clenched in a plea for friction, he swatted them lightly, “Spread them for me.”

Your teeth punctured your bottom lip, feeling each spark of impact he left, parting your legs as he desired, his fingers still intertwined in your hair.

Without warning, Emmett slid his thick cock inside your cunt, finally fulfilling what it’d been begging for from the moment he first touched you. In time with one and other, you slipped a satisfied noise, jaw falling open as he buried himself within you.

His vacant hand found no hesitation in grabbing a handful of your ass, squeezing rather roughly, fingertips digging into the flesh with possession as he slowly pulled his hips back, then forward, beginning to thrust against you.

Your very own fingers curled into the couch for stability, feeling his naked hips bucking against yours at a quickly increasing pace.

"Fuck, I've waited so long to have my way with you.. With this sweet fucking pussy." He muttered, overcome by the sensation of you, body slamming against yours, your hair still unbudging in his clutch as your ass grew tender from the previous swats.

"Oh, shit!-" Your jaw fell open, and you fought to clam it back together, biting down into your lower lip. His pace was unrelenting, granting himself what he desired, as if he’d never let it slip from his watch again. Suddenly, his tip met your g-spot, reaching impossibly deep, ticking your back to arch even further, “Emmett."

"I know, you love my cock buried in that pussy, huh sweetheart?" He teased, practically panting as he continued his merciless grip upon your ass, pounding deep inside you, "Being bent over and filled like a good whore?"

Your breaths were swarmed by heated pleas, exhales shaky and ragged as his hips smacked against your behind, kneaded hungrily by his palms.

“Aren’t you just the perfect little fuck doll, mm?” He groaned from the pit of his throat, leaning over so abruptly, never relenting in his rhythm as he latched the heat of his open mouth to your naked shoulder.

You attempted an, admittedly feeble, nod, limited by the hold Emmett maintained through your hair, his mouth providing such ferocity to your skin it left a faint mark in its path.

“Tell me how good I’m making you feel.” He grunted, mouth perfectly aligned with your ears.

You couldn’t begin to muster the words, not in this very moment anyway, on the verge of crumbling beneath him.

“S-So good, please don’t stop..” You babbled out as he straightened himself behind you once more, offering your hair a little tug; somehow appearing quite rewarding.

Finally, Emmett shattered his contact with your scalp, instead snaking his hand to your chest, toying hungrily with your exposed breasts as he continued his relentless thrusts, shaft twitching eagerly inside you.

“I know, baby, doesn’t my cock just feel so good stuffed in your cunt?” He taunted, bordering on a mocking tone as he trailed his thumb teasingly over your nipple, flicking quickly at the hardened peak at the very same rate as the sofa rocking beneath your quivering bodies.

"Yes.." You breathed, gripping far more intensely at the cushioning as you felt your release approach, walls clenching desperately.

"Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined.." He groaned, hips snapping against yours at a sloppier rate, "You gonna cum? Cum on my cock like a filthy whore?" He breathed, once more planting a harsh spank to the swell of your ass.

You nodded frantically, clit over-sensitised and pulsing as the build of your orgasm threatened to tear you apart.

"You can do it, I know you can. Let go." Emmett demanded, hand trailing suddenly toward your neck, pressing at your throat gently, making you babble out brief, eager sounds. "Cum on my cock like a good fucking slut."

The possession of his fingers cradling your throat was just enough to tip you over the edge, senses flooded as his length filled you, hands squeezing at your skin, playing with your body however he so pleased.

Your orgasm struck, and your back only arched further, backside pushing against his flushed pelvis as your thighs trembled, an especially loud, pent-up moan fleeing your mouth as you released.

In similar time, Emmett snapped, sporting a sharp curse under his breath as he felt you spasm around his pulsing cock, “Fuck-”

Utilising your hips as a steadier, he slipped out of you with a blatant noise of defeat, and you were met with the new-found sensation of his hot release painting your thighs.

With just as much ease as ever, and impressively so, he flipped your frame, soothing your neck with the support of a single hand, finally pulling your lips into a searing kiss.

"Let's clean you up, hm?”

Thank you for reading and hope you enjoyed! I’m working through a lot of requests so thank you for your patience if you’ve sent one in <3

[beaucereza]

romanticize a quiet life ⋆˚࿔

‎ ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎‎there's no place like my room . .‎‎ ‎‎

[ilovetoxicfictionalmen]

SAVIOUR

Pairing - Emmett x fem!reader

Summary - When Emmett had the chance of seeing you in the forest, he couldn't resist but to steal you away for himself in his lonely home.

Warnings - dub con, p in v, oral both receiving, cruel treatment, rough.

Notes - accidentally deleted the original post, so here we go again.

The silver lining with this apocalypse is that Emmett would have no distress with you making a noise as he motions you to keep on moving. Your body is shivering, eyes swelling, bare feet aching from the long journey, but you don’t dare to make a sound. The fear of the death angels still being greater than a mere bearded man. 

Despite being kidnapped in broad daylight, it was a beautiful day. The beauty of this difficult situation was, Emmett could walk into your camp, holding a gun to the air with one hand, and his free hand pointing towards you without any worries. There were no negotiations in the matter, Emmett was the only one with a death wish. No followers or you all get to die an agonizing death. Because he has lost it all, but now he could have you. It was an easy guess with what the group had decided upon.

He first saw you through his scope, you and a few other group members were searching for supplies in the same area he was. Emmett became captivated by you the moment he saw you. He stalked you back to your base, there were only a dozen of you guys in an abandoned factory far north of his. He watched you for days, studied you, obsessed over you. 

There were little things Emmett knew of you, but you seemed kind, genuine, naive and you were bewitching to the human eye. Emmett just had to have you, he lived a lonely life, but you provided an opportunity for comfort, contentment, intimacy. 

Entering the factory, your eyes wander around the abandoned space. Emmett picked you up bridal style, and you slid down into his bunker, landing softly on a large pile of sandbags. 

You laid still on him for a moment, he was stroking your flustered cheek as you struggled to find steady breathing. Gently, Emmett slid out from underneath you and stood up to take off his jacket. Laying like a dead fish, you decided to stand up and hopefully bargain with the stranger. 

“Please, let me go home,” you pleaded in a whisper. You weren’t sure how safe it was to speak down here, but it had just become natural to speak at this sound. Emmett turned to you, slowly taking his bandana off, revealing his bearded, dirty face. 

Very naive of you, perhaps a bit too hopeful too, to think that he’d have a sudden change of heart now after that long walk. But you had no clue how obsessed he had become over you in such a short amount of time, and with such little knowledge of you.

“This is your home now” he replied, closing the distance between you two, he brushed your loose hair with the back of his hand. “What’s your name?” Emmett asked. With a whisper, you told him your name, it was smarter to cooperate with him, maybe gain a bit of trust? “Pretty name for a pretty girl, I’m Emmett” he whispered back, his arms wrapped around your lower back. 

You could feel his erection through the denim, his breathing was heavy yet quiet, quickly you found yourself shaking and whimpering against him. Emmett cooed you, rubbing your lower back in attempts to make yourself feel better, completely unaware that he’s the reason you feel so overwhelmed. 

“I’m going to take care of you, okay? I’ll protect you, all you have to do is please me, baby” Emmett had a small smile on his lips, he leant down and kissed your cheek, which trailed down to your neck. 

It was a good deal in his eyes, he’d protect you from the monstrosity once known as humanity and all you had to do was cheer, reassure and relieve him. It would be a romantic future in his eyes, you could read to one another, he’d search for rations and then you’d do the cooking, hold each other closely at night. 

Your sobs were silent, his facial hair brushing against your goosebumps. Emmett took off his cap and dropped it onto the sandbags. His lips hovered over yours, almost as if he was waiting for you to close the small distance. 

Grazing his lips onto yours, he slowly deepened the kiss, his hands moving onto your ass, squeezing tightly. Chest rising and falling, Emmett was groaning into your mouth through sloppy kisses. He was hungry like an animal, and you were to be an endless feast for him.  

“On your knees” Emmett ordered.

Unwillingly, you slowly dropped to your knees, his hands on his shoulders pushing you down, your arms covered your chest and you kept your eyesight away from the restrained bulge in your face. Emmett sighed, his rough hands took their time unbuckling the leather belt, he undid his fly and slid down his jeans enough to be able to see the outline of his cock through his briefs. 

Grabbing onto his bulge, Emmett stared you up and down, clicking his tongue. “Take off your top” he grumbled, combing his hand through his oily hair. Without thinking, you shook your head. Emmett grunted, quickly squatting down and wrapping his hand around your throat. Your nails dug into his hand, but he did not loosen his grip. “You’ll be a good girl, I did not go through all of this fucking effort to have you be a brat, got it?” Emmett snarled by your ear, you were trying to spit out words but failed. “Use your fucking words” his voice was dripping of irritation. 

“Y-yes” you managed to spit out. 

The hold on your throat loosened, Emmett gave a heavy sigh. “Good girl, such a good girl for me. You’re thankful for me, yeah? Saving you from them. If they really cared, they would have done something about it. They’d be willing to die for you, like I am” he spoke with dark eyes. 

It was terrifying, his look was painted with crazed feelings. Emmett stood back up and waited for you to follow his previous order. With shaking hands, you pulled your top from over your head. But that didn’t satisfy Emmett, he glared at you until you realized he wanted you to take your bra off as well. 

The cold air hardened your nipples, and Emmett studied your current appearance. There was this smug look on his face, this is exactly why he went these lengths for you. Slipping his size out of his briefs, his cock tapped your right cheek a couple of times, he was slowly masterbating right by your lips.

You didn’t expect him to be this, large. It was intimidating, being in such close range to his member. You’ve only known him for a few hours, and now he had his dick in your face. His cock was a tone darker than the rest of his skin, he had a lot of pubic hair around the base of his member, for obvious reasons. 

It was self explanatory what was expected of you, you raised your hands and stroked his big size. He let out a satisfied sigh, your hands going right down to the base and coming back up to the head. Reluctantly, your lips hovered over the tip. You could see the precum drip, you had to close your eyes to swirl your tongue around his tip, slowly going deeper down his length.      

“Ah, ah, yeah… Such a good girl” Emmett smiled, gently thrusting his member in and out of your mouth. “Nothing better for your mouth to do, then to please my cock” his eyes were lightly rolling back. 

After a couple of minutes of gentle sucking, Emmett started to force his cock into your mouth, his tip brushing against the back of your throat. You gagged against him, resisting the urge to bite down on him, he was lightly grunting, mumbling words under his breath with his jaw clenched, watching you below him as you struggled to breathe. 

Holding onto the back of his legs for support, he held the back of your head to keep you still. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth, eyes stinging as you just tried to focus on your breathing. After what felt like an eternity of pain, he grumbled, his hips locked forward as he came in your mouth. 

Trying your hardest not to react to the salty taste, Emmett slowly pulled him out of your mouth, your jaw aching and tears running down your eyes. Gently stroking his cock, Emmett looked down to you and placed his hand softly on your heated cheek. 

“That was lovely” Emmett slowly praised you. He helped you up and picked you off the ground.“You deserve to feel special too” Emmett continued, walking down the bunker. 

Emmett laid you on the singular bed and tugged your pants and underwear off together, he pulled his soiled shirt off and crawled on top of you. He smelt lightly of body odor, his breath was hot by your ear and chest felt moist from the sweat. Elbows resting on either side of your head, he gave you a gentle kiss, you didn’t kiss him back. 

“Don’t be so stiff” Emmett grunted, quickly you kissed him back. 

His hand trailed over your inner thighs, reaching all the way up to your entrance, you hadn’t even realized how wet you had become. A wicked grin grew on him as he parted your slick lips with two fingers. 

“Ugh, is this because of me?” Emmett toyed, his finger circling around your clit, you took in a heavy breath, trying to remain content underneath your assaulter. “Don’t make me feel so special” Emmett clicked his tongue, feeling up your breast with his spare hand. 

Without letting you know, he pushed in two fingers at once, chuckling at the tight feeling against them. You bit back a cry of pain, his nails were poorly trimmed, they scraped against your soft walls as they curled inside of you, Emmett noticed your uncomfortable expression and pulled his fingers out. 

“What’s wrong baby?” Emmett asked, actually sounding concerned about you. 

“It hurts” you said honestly, a part of you wondered if you should have just lied instead. Emmett looked at his soaked nails and sighed. 

“Oh, I’m sorry sweetheart, I’ll have to trim them better. Here, I have an easy solution” he winked to you as if you wanted to be in this predicament. 

Emmett whispered sweet words as he slid down the bed. He was on his knees, bent over, his beard brushing against your entrance. You shrieked at the first lick, Emmett’s head shot up and he pressed his finger to his mouth. With a heavy gulp, you dug your face into the pillow. His tongue swirled all around your lips, you were moaning against the pillow, and it still wasn’t quiet enough for Emmett’s likings, even though Emmett wants nothing more than to hear your screams, he didn’t exactly what you two to die horrible deaths before he could make you come. 

Emmett sighed and got up, you looked up to him, your eyebrows furrowed as he crawled on top of you, his exposed cock inches away from your mouth. Twirling himself around, Emmett lowered his body closer to yours, he moved his sticky member away from your mouth, allowing his balls to easily slip into your mouth. He gripped onto your thighs and pressed his head into your cunt. 

Your moans vibrated around his balls, making his cock twitch, your head was locked in between his still covered legs, the denim rubbing against your ears. It wasn’t hard for him to get you already onto the edge. His tongue was deep inside of you, being pulsated by your walls. Emmett was groaning into your cunt, your eyes all swelled up by your orgasm desperately begging to break free. With one last deep push, your cunt clenched around his tongue for dear life as your loud moans of pleasure were blocked by his balls. 

With shaking legs, your orgasm wore off, slurring with your mouth still full. Pulling his head away, his beard was soaked in your juices. Emmett sighed as he softly climbed off of you, just to turn himself back around and pin you down, hands above your head. Your eyes were tired, breathing slow and heavy as he aligned his tip with your entrance. It took you a moment to even realize that this wasn’t over yet. 

He covered your mouth with his hand as he pushed himself inside of you, it only took a couple of thrusts until he was completely inside of you, he was mumbling by your ear as his pace slowly picked up. 

“Such a good little girl for me” he smiled, his beard brushing against your flustered cheeks. “See why I had to save you? I can take care of you baby, fulfill your needs, just like you can fulfill mine” he smiled like a cheshire cat. 

You were whining against his size, you’ve never been with someone so big before, his cock was twitching inside of you. Emmett wouldn’t be able to last as long as he’d want to, it’s been so long since he’s felt such an intimate touch. But he had to be able to make you come again before he’d allow himself to explode inside of you. 

Moaning your name by your ear over and over again, he started attacking your bundle of nerves by thrusting at a quick and strong speed. You were clenching against him, eyes rolling back as you struggled to breathe, the side of his index finger pressing up against your nostrils. 

“My sweet thing needs to come again?” Emmett moaned, his mouth wide open as he stared into your teary eyes. “Come around my cock, make me feel good aye?” Emmett ordered, his finger rubbing your clit perfectly. 

Shortly after that, you followed his demand and clenched tightly around his size. It sent vibrations down his length, right to his base. With a few more heavy thrusts, he exploded right down your womb. A heavy groan echoing through the room. His head was in the crook of your neck, planting wet kisses on your skin. 

Burying his cock all the way up to your cervix, his substance coated your walls, his base blocking anything to drip out of your entrance. Emmett was groaning quietly, slowly removing his moist hand from your mouth. 

You took a deep breath, the back of your head pressing into the mattress, Emmett raised his head and gave you gentle kisses among your face as you dozed off to sleep, with him still buried inside of you. 

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Stirring the Quiet - (9) The Distance Between Heartbeats

Jenna Ortega x Reader

Summary: The six months starts. Distance lingers, the silence heavier than you expected. You both don’t name what this is—because naming it means admitting something has changed. Jenna calls miles away at the crack of dawn, wearing your favorite hoodie, like she’s afraid of what the quiet might say. And you don’t know if time will keep you both together—or pull you apart.

Word Count: 5.4k

The days leading up to her departure blurred together, slipping through my fingers no matter how tightly I tried to hold onto them. I wasn't counting down in dread—not exactly—but every moment felt sharper, more defined like I was imprinting them into my memory so I could replay them later when the silence got too loud. Jenna must have felt it, too. She never said it outright, but she didn't have to. It was in the way she lingered a little longer when I walked her to her door, her fingers curling around my wrist like she wasn't ready to let go just yet—in the way she caught me staring and didn't call me out on it, just met my gaze with something unreadable before shifting closer. On the way, she reached for my hand absentmindedly—across café tables, on the subway, while wandering through the city streets—like it was second nature. There were dates—real ones, not just stolen moments disguised as friendship. We returned to the fall festival before the season changed, browsed through holiday markets as Christmas lights flickered in shop windows, and stayed up too late watching old horror movies in her apartment while the city outside lay wrapped in moonlight. She kissed me in the quiet moments when the world felt like it had shrunk down to just the two of us—soft, unhurried kisses that carried the weight of something neither of us wanted to name. Because naming it would mean admitting that, soon, she'd be gone. And then, the day arrived. I told myself I wouldn't make it harder than it had to be. I wouldn't make it dramatic. But as I gripped the steering wheel, sneaking glances at Jenna in the passenger seat, I knew there was no way to prevent this from sinking in. She was leaving. And even if it wasn't forever, even if it wasn't goodbye, it still felt like something between us was stretching into an unknown space neither of us could define.

Jenna sat with her hands tucked into the sleeves of my hoodie—her new favorite thing to steal, apparently—legs pulled up slightly onto the seat. It was oversized on her, the sleeves swallowing her hands, the fabric bunched around her frame like a second skin. The scent of my detergent, my warmth, still lingered on it, but she wore it like it was hers—like she hadn't straight-up claimed it the moment I let my guard down. The car was filled with the soft hum of music, something low and slow that neither of us had the heart to change. Outside, the city passed in hazy smears of neon and streetlights, but Jenna wasn't paying attention. Her fingers tapped against her knee, her eyes flickering over the familiar streets, the buildings, and the people like she was trying to memorize them before they slipped away from her view. Or maybe—just maybe—she was trying to memorize this. Us. Here. Now. I tightened my grip on the wheel, focusing on the road even as my chest tightened with something I didn't have a name for. I could feel the weight of time pressing in on us, the reality of this being our last drive together before she left. Before, everything shifted into phone calls, text messages, and missing moments instead of making them. She sighed quietly, sinking deeper into my hoodie, pulling the sleeves over her fingers as she could disappear inside them. "I hate this part." I didn't have to ask what she meant. I swallowed, forcing a smirk even though my throat felt tight. "Hate saying goodbye, or hate the part where you steal my clothes and then leave me here to suffer?" Jenna rolled her eyes but didn't fight the way the corner of her mouth twitched. "You act like I don't look better in your hoodie." I glanced at her, noticing how she was practically drowning in it. The hood pulled up just enough to shadow her face. And yeah—she did. She really did. "Not the point," I muttered, shifting gears as I pulled onto the highway. Jenna hummed, unconvinced, resting her chin against the collar of the hoodie like she knew what she was doing to me. Like she knew I wasn't mad about it at all. But I didn't press it. Because if she wanted to take a piece of me with her—something to hold onto while we were apart—I wasn't about to stop her.

The hum of the engine filled the spaces where words wouldn't come, where the weight of what was left unsaid settled in the air like fog. Jenna kept her eyes on the passing scenery, but I could tell she wasn't really seeing it. She was somewhere else. Maybe in the weeks leading up to this moment—each date, each stolen glance, each whispered promise wrapped in something fragile, something neither of us wanted to break. Maybe she was already ahead of us—six months into the future, where the distance had settled between us like an ocean we'd have to learn to swim through. I didn't want to think about that. Instead, I focused on now. On her curled up in my hoodie, stealing warmth from something that would outlast this moment. On the way, her fingers traced absentminded patterns against her knee as if she could distract herself from the inevitable. On the way, she shifted slightly closer without really touching me, her presence filling the car in a way that made my chest ache. My grip on the wheel shifted. "You still excited?" She hesitated before answering, and that alone told me everything. "Yeah," she said finally, but it was softer than I expected. Less sure. "I mean, I've been looking forward to this for so long, but… I don't know. It just feels different now." I glanced at her, catching the way she chewed at her lip, her gaze flickering to me before shifting back to the window. "You mean because of—?" I gestured vaguely between us because saying it out loud made it feel too real, too raw. Jenna let out a quiet laugh, but there was no amusement in it. "Yeah. Because of that." I nodded, exhaling slowly. "Yeah. Me too." She turned to me fully then, one hand pulling at the sleeve of my hoodie, twisting the fabric between her fingers like she was debating something. And then, just as I was about to ask what was on her mind, she reached out, letting her hand settle lightly over mine where it rested on the gearshift. I stilled. Her touch was soft, barely there, but the impact was immediate—like all the air in the car had shifted as the weight of the moment had finally landed between us. "I don't want to go," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "I mean, I do. But I don't." I swallowed around the lump in my throat, willing my voice to stay steady. "I don't want you to go either. But you have to." She sighed, her thumb brushing absently over my knuckles. "I know." Silence stretched between us again, but it wasn't heavy. It was something else—something unspoken, something that filled the car with all the things we wanted to say but didn't know how to. When we finally pulled into the airport parking lot, neither of us moved right away. Jenna stared straight ahead, shoulders tensing slightly as she let out a breath. "This is the part where we pretend it's not a big deal, right?" I huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking my head. "Yeah. I guess so." But it was a big deal. And we both knew it.

The walk through the terminal was slow, stretched by the weight of each step. I carried her bag even though she insisted she could handle it, and she let me, which felt like its own kind of goodbye. We stopped just before security. This was it. Jenna shifted on her feet, looking at me with something unreadable in her expression. And for the first time in a long time, I wasn't sure what she was thinking. "You're gonna be okay, right?" she asked again, like she needed the reassurance like she needed to hear it one last time. I let out a slow breath, forcing a small smile. "I should be asking you that." Her lips quirked, but her eyes stayed serious. "You should. But you won't." I shook my head. "Nope." She exhaled sharply, her hands balling into the sleeves of my hoodie. "This sucks." "Yeah," I agreed, voice softer now. "It does." And then, without warning, she grabbed the front of my jacket and pulled me in. The kiss was immediate—no hesitation, no second-guessing. Just her and me and the weight of everything we couldn't put into words. It wasn't soft. It wasn't tentative. It was something else entirely—something desperate, something that tasted like goodbye and promise all at once. Her fingers curled into the fabric, pulling me closer like she could press me into her skin like she could take me with her. And I let her, let myself sink into it, let myself feel everything I'd been trying to ignore since the moment she told me she was leaving. When she pulled back, she didn't go far. Forehead resting against mine, breath mingling in the space between us, she whispered, "I'll call you when I land." I nodded, throat tight. "I'll be waiting." Her fingers lingered for a second longer before she finally, finally stepped back. And then, with one last glance—one last moment where the entire world narrowed down to just the two of us—she turned and walked toward the gate. I stood there long after she disappeared through security, watching the space she had just occupied, feeling the weight of her absence settle into my chest. Six months. I could wait. I would wait.

The apartment was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of silence that made everything feel heavier than it should've, stretching across the empty space like a weighted blanket I hadn't asked for. The door clicked shut behind me, locking me into the quiet, and for a moment, I just stood there, keys still in my hand, staring at the dimly lit kitchen like it might have some sort of answer for me. Mr. Noodles had other plans. There was a soft thump, then another, and before I could react, the small, fluffy traitor leaped onto the kitchen counter, tail flicking as he blinked up at me like he knew something was off. He could tell the apartment wasn't supposed to feel this empty. I sighed, dropping my keys into the dish by the door before walking over and running a hand through his fur. "It's just you and me now, buddy." Mr. Noodles let out a soft purr, pressing into my touch, and for a second, I let myself sink into the familiar rhythm—the simple comfort of something still being the same. But the quiet still settled in. I moved through the motions of dinner without really thinking. I popped a frozen meal into the microwave. I listened to the hum as it spun, the artificial glow from the appliance making the kitchen feel even more empty. I grabbed a fork, took the tray, and made my way to the couch, collapsing into the cushions like I could sink into them. Remote in hand, I scrolled aimlessly, looking for something to fill the silence. But nothing looked right. Nothing felt right. Not when— I froze. The cursor had landed on a show—our show—the one we had binged together, the one that had started as background noise but turned into something else entirely. My thumb hovered over the play button, and my heart hammered in my chest. And then, like a cruel trick of the mind, the memory hit.

The apartment had been warm that night, filled with the low flicker of the TV and the sound of Jenna's soft laughter as she curled up beside me, tucked comfortably into my side as if she belonged there. Mr. Noodles had claimed the armrest, his tiny body rising and falling in time with his steady purrs. The show played on, but neither of us was paying attention anymore. Not when Jenna had decided, for whatever reason, to lean over and whisper something absolutely absurd about one of the characters—something so ridiculous I nearly choked on my drink. "Jenna," I groaned, shaking my head, "you can't just say stuff like that." She grinned, unrepentant. "Why not? I'm right." "You're insufferable." "You like it." I had opened my mouth to argue—to try and argue—but she had seen it coming, dodging slightly, giggling as she moved just out of reach. A challenge. One she should've known better than to throw down. "Oh, you think that's funny?" I asked, already shifting. Jenna caught the shift too late. "Wait—" Too late. I moved fast, my fingers finding her sides and tickling just enough to make her dissolve into laughter. She squirmed beneath my touch, her face scrunching up as she fought back. "No—!" she gasped between breathless laughs, pushing at my hands. "Okay—wait, stop—!" I didn't stop. Not yet. Not until she flipped the game, managing to shove me back against the cushions, her hands finding my shoulders as she straddled me. Her hair was a little messy from the scuffle, and her breath was still uneven from laughter. It should've been funny. It should've just been playful. But then, the laughter faded, the energy between us shifting, deepening into something else entirely. The show was still playing, but it may as well have been white noise now. Jenna's hands were still braced against my shoulders, and mine had settled against her waist without even thinking. Her eyes softened. Her breathing slowed. And then—she leaned in. It was slow, deliberate, her fingers trailing up the back of my neck, the warmth of her palms grounding, anchoring, claiming. I barely had time to react before her lips pressed against mine, soft, sure, and aching with something I couldn't quite name. I kissed her back just as eagerly, sinking into the moment, into her, every thought slipping away until there was nothing left but the way she felt, the way she tasted, the way she was. When she finally pulled away, she lingered, eyes searching mine, lips parted like she was trying to remember how to breathe. And then, just above a whisper, she said, "Promise me." I swallowed, still catching up. "Promise you what?" Her fingers traced absent patterns at the nape of my neck, eyes flickering over my face like she was memorizing me, holding onto me. "Don't watch it without me." I let out a breathy laugh, tilting my forehead against hers, my own hands tightening slightly at her waist. "That's what you're thinking about right now?" She didn't smile. Didn't waver. "I'm serious." The weight of it hit me all at once. This wasn't about the show. This was about us. About her realizing, in real-time, just how much she was going to miss this—miss me. About her trying to hold onto something, even if it was as simple as a show we had made ours. My heart clenched, my throat tightening at the sight of her so bare, so unguarded. I cupped the side of her face, my thumb brushing against her cheek, offering her the one thing I could. "I promise," I murmured. "I'll promise you anything if it's gonna ease that pretty head of yours." She exhaled shakily, closing her eyes for half a second before pressing another kiss—softer this time—to the corner of my mouth, lingering like she didn't want to go. Like she didn't want this moment to end. I blinked back to the present. The frozen dinner sat untouched beside me. The TV screen still hovered over the show, and the cursor still hovered over the play. I swallowed hard, setting the remote down without pressing anything. Instead, I sat back against the couch, staring at the ceiling, and let the quiet settle in. Let myself miss her.

The ceiling had never felt so heavy. I had been staring at it for over an hour now, sprawled in the middle of my bed, drowning in the quiet. Not the kind that settled or soothed—not the kind I was used to. This was something else entirely. A weight. A presence of absence. The apartment felt bigger without her. I knew that didn't make sense. Jenna had never lived here—she had her own place, her own space, her own life that ran parallel to mine but never quite fully merged. And yet, she was in everything. In the lingering smell of coffee from the cup she had stolen that morning. The extra blanket still draped over the couch was the one she always wrapped around her shoulders like a cloak. In the hoodie that was supposed to be hanging over the chair in the corner—but wasn't.

I had half a mind to call her out on it. To text her and say, You really couldn't leave me with that one, huh? But I already knew what she'd say. She had claimed it a long time ago—long before she threw it on, taking it with her. It's comfy. It smells like you. It's basically mine now.

The apartment was too still, too empty. My brothers were gone for the week, off on their annual Brother Week, which was essentially just an excuse for them to disappear on some poorly planned road trip and do whatever it was that brothers did when left to their own devices. Normally, I would have tagged along for at least part of it—keeping them from getting arrested or stranded in the middle of nowhere. But this time, I had stayed behind. And now I almost regretted it. At least with them here, the noise would have been enough to drown out the quiet, to keep me from feeling the way Jenna's absence had settled into my chest, deep and persistent. Mr. Noodles hopped onto the bed, landing against my side with an indignant little thump. He stretched out, pressing his warm little body against my ribs, tail flicking as he made himself comfortable. "Yeah, yeah," I muttered, running my fingers through his fur. His purr rumbled against me, steady and grounding like he wasn't concerned that the world had shifted under my feet. I exhaled, rolling onto my side, eyes flicking toward my phone. The screen was dark. No missed calls. No texts. I knew it was too soon. She was still in the air, somewhere between here and where she needed to be. Still caught in the in-between. And I was still here. Waiting.

The plane hummed, steady and rhythmic beneath her, but Jenna barely noticed. She had been staring at the same page of her script for the past ten minutes, eyes scanning over the words without really absorbing them. The reality of the past few hours was still sinking in—the goodbye, the kiss, the way your voice had wrapped around her name right before she turned to leave. Six months. She exhaled, shifting slightly in her seat, fingers tracing the corner of the page before flipping it shut. She wasn't getting any work done like this. "You always read scripts that intensely, or are you just trying to melt it with your eyes?" Jenna blinked, looking up to see the woman sitting next to her. She was familiar—not in a friend way, but in a Hollywood-you-know-of-each-other kind of way. Sophia Reyes. Rising indie darling, critically acclaimed for her last project. "Dangerous Hour" Sharp eyes, effortless charm. The kind of presence that lingered even after she left the room. Jenna smirked, setting the script aside. "I was trying to focus. Didn't work." Sophia hummed, tilting her head slightly. "Something more interesting on your mind?" Jenna hesitated for half a second but knew her silence was already an answer. Sophia raised a brow, a teasing smile pulling at her lips. "The person you kissed at the airport?" Jenna's stomach flipped, and she forced herself not to react too much. "You saw that?" "Not just me," Sophia said, shrugging. "A few of us. You weren't exactly subtle." Jenna huffed, shaking her head, but she could feel the heat creeping up her neck. Sophia leaned back in her seat, watching her. "So, partner? Lover?" She paused, then smirked. "Secret affair?" Jenna rolled her eyes, but a small smile tugged at her lips. She thought of your hands on her waist, the weight of your forehead against hers, the way you had whispered, "I promise you anything if it's going to ease that pretty head of yours." Her chest ached, but in a way that felt good. In a way, that told her you were still with her, even from thousands of miles away. She glanced back at Sophia, expression steady, voice firm. "They're my lover." Sophia's smirk didn't falter, but there was something thoughtful behind her eyes now. She hummed again like she was filing that information away for later. "Lucky them." Jenna didn't respond. Just leaned back into her seat, letting her eyes slip shut as the plane carried her further away from you. But before sleep could fully claim her, before the hum of the plane could lull her into something close to rest, a memory surfaced—one she hadn't even realized she had tucked away for safekeeping.

It had been raining that night. A slow, steady drizzle that made the city glow in slick reflections, puddles catching neon signs and stretching them into distorted colors. You had both been walking home from some late-night café run, hands stuffed into your pockets, shoulders brushing as you moved through the nearly empty streets. Jenna remembered shivering slightly despite the warmth of her jacket. It wasn't cold, not really, but the rain had a way of sneaking past layers and settling into her skin. You had noticed—because, of course, you had. Without a word, you had shrugged off your hoodie, the one she had been eyeing since the moment you met up that evening, and draped it over her shoulders before she could protest. She had tried anyway. "You're going to freeze." You had just grinned, unfazed. "I run hot." She had rolled her eyes, but her fingers had curled into the fabric, pulling it tighter around her. It smelled like you—like coffee and something faintly sweet like the cologne you always swore you barely used. It was also warm, the residual heat from your body sinking into her own, and she hated how much she liked it. Hated how much she wanted to keep it. But the moment that stuck with her wasn't the hoodie or the rain or the way the streetlights painted everything in muted gold. It was when you had stopped right in the middle of the sidewalk, head tilting up toward the sky. "What are you doing?" she had asked, hugging the hoodie closer. "Listening," you had said simply, eyes flickering back to her. "Doesn't it sound different at night?" She frowned slightly, confused, but then she listened. Really listened. When the world was quieter, the rain didn't sound the same. It wasn't just white noise. It was softer, almost melodic, weaving between distant car horns and the occasional sound of laughter spilling from a bar a few blocks away. She had never noticed before. But you had. And as she stood there beside you, her hair damp, your hoodie draped over her shoulders, she realized that was one of the things she liked most about you. The way you noticed things no one else did. The way you found something worth holding onto in the smallest, most ordinary moments. Jenna had looked at you then—looked at you. And maybe it was the rain, the streetlights, or the way your eyes softened when you caught her staring, but something had shifted. She had felt it. Later, when you had walked her back to her apartment, she had hesitated before stepping inside. Not because she didn't want to go in but because she wasn't ready to let the night end. You had sensed it because, of course, you had, and before she could second-guess herself, you had reached out—just the tiniest action, the briefest brush of your knuckles against hers. That had been enough. She had grabbed your sleeve and pulled you just a little closer. Not a kiss, not yet, but something close. A moment that lingered in the space between. "Keep it," you had murmured, glancing at the hoodie she was still wrapped in. "Looks better on you anyway." She had scoffed, but she hadn't argued. And when she had climbed into bed that night, the hoodie still faintly smelling like you, she had fallen asleep faster than she had in weeks. Now, thousands of miles away, Jenna let out a slow breath, fingers unconsciously curling against her arm, where the memory still lingered. Yeah. She could do six months. Because you'd still be there.

The wheels touched down smoothly, the faint jolt barely registering in Jenna's tired body. It was too early, but the city outside was already waking up, golden morning light stretching across the skyline as the plane taxied to a slow stop. She didn't waste time. The moment the seatbelt light dinged off, she reached for her phone, fingers moving on instinct before she even thought about it. The script was in her bag, and the emails were waiting for her—all of it could wait. She needed to hear your voice. Jenna stepped off the plane, adjusting her hoodie—your hoodie—over her head as she made her way through the private exit where her security team, Greg and Will, were already waiting by the car. Greg, the shorter one, was quick to flash her a grin. "Welcome back, boss. Miss us?" Jenna barely glanced at him as she slid into the backseat, phone in hand. "Yeah." Taller and quieter, Will shut the door behind her before entering the passenger seat. "Smooth flight?" "It was Fine," Jenna muttered, already pulling up your contact. Greg glanced at her through the rearview mirror, smirking as he started the car. "Didn't even hesitate. You calling them already?" Jenna ignored him. Will, ever the serious one, just exhaled, rubbing his temple. "Let her be, Greg." Greg shrugged, amused. "I'm just saying she barely got into the car before dialing. That's devotion, man." Jenna glanced at him but didn't bother defending herself. She tapped her screen, bringing the phone to her ear. The phone rang once. Twice. And then— "Jenna?" Your voice hit her like a punch to the chest. Immediate. Familiar. Like home. Her eyes fluttered shut, exhaling softly. "Hey, Slick." You sighed, and she could practically hear the relief in it. "You landed safely?" "Yeah. Just got in the car." She shifted, tugging the sleeves of your hoodie over her hands. "You stayed up, didn't you?" A pause. Then, quieter, "…Maybe." Jenna smiled. Greg made a mock gagging noise up front. "God, you're both so gone for each other. It's disgusting." Jenna reached over and smacked the back of his seat. Will sighed. "Greg, drive the damn car." But Jenna wasn't paying attention to them anymore, not when she felt the softest vibration against her wrist—a gentle buzz from the distance bracelet you had given her before she left. She looked down, her heart twisting. You had touched yours. Without thinking, Jenna pressed her fingers against it, signaling back. The moment she did, another vibration came in return. She exhaled slowly, eyes flickering shut for a moment. A memory bloomed in her mind—the weight of your arms around her, the warmth of your body against hers in that quiet moment before she left.

The suitcases stood by the door. Neither of you acknowledged it. Jenna stood before you, the soft glow of your bedroom lamp casting shadows along the curve of her cheekbones. The room was quiet, save for the city's hum outside and the fabric's faint rustle as she played with the bracelet. You had just fastened it around her wrist, fingertips brushing against her pulse point, lingering in a way that made Jenna's breath hitch. "It vibrates," you murmured, tracing the tiny sensor with your thumb. "When you touch it, mine will buzz too. So that you know, I'm thinking about you." Jenna swallowed, staring at the matching bracelet on your wrist. She lifted her gaze, eyes flickering between yours, and something shifted in her chest—something deep and heavy with the weight of missing you before she left. You smiled softly. "Go on. Try it." Jenna hesitated before pressing her fingertips against the bracelet. A second later, yours buzzed. Your eyes softened, and she felt that quiet pull between you—a connection, even in the distance. Jenna let out a shaky breath, and before she could stop herself, she stepped forward and pulled you in—arms tight, breath unsteady, chest pressing against yours. You caught her without hesitation, letting her fold into you. "I'm gonna miss you," you whispered against her temple. Jenna squeezed her eyes shut, tears silently falling. "You better." You laughed, soft and fond, before spinning her in your arms, earning a surprised yelp that turned into laughter. The moment slowed. Your forehead pressed against hers. She felt your breath fan across her lips, your hands steady on her back, anchoring her. "You'll use it when you miss me, right?" she murmured. You grinned. "Of course." But Jenna's fingers curled into the collar of your hoodie—her hoodie now, actually—and her voice was quieter this time, almost fragile. "Promise?" You reached up, fingertips brushing away the stray tears, thumb tracing the curve of her jaw. "I promise," you murmured, your free hand resting on the small of her back. "Anything for you, Jen." She kissed you then. Slow. Deliberate. A silent, unspoken goodbye that wasn't a goodbye at all.

You chuckled, snapping her out of her daze, and she could practically hear the smile in your voice. "Okay, maybe a little. But it's fine. I wanted to hear from you anyway." Jenna leaned her head back against the seat, closing her eyes. The hum of the car and the distant sound of the city outside faded into the background. "Yeah?" "Yeah." A beat passed, then softer, "I missed you." Jenna swallowed. She knew it had barely been a day, but that didn't make it any easier. She tugged at the hoodie's sleeve, fingers fidgeting as she let out a quiet breath. "I missed you too." Greg and Will remained silent in the front, professional as always. However, Jenna still turned toward the window for a little privacy. "You get any sleep?" you asked. "A little." She glanced at the city passing by, familiar streets stretching ahead. "You?" A pause. Then, with a teasing lilt, "Not really. Your fault." Jenna smirked. "Oh? Do tell." "You left and took my favorite hoodie hostage. The betrayal kept me up." She laughed, a genuine one, and Greg side-eyed her in the mirror with a knowing look. She ignored him. "You're an idiot," Jenna murmured, shaking her head. "And you're still in my hoodie," you shot back. "Smells like me, doesn't it?" Jenna didn't answer right away. She shifted, fingers tugging at the sleeve again, biting back a smile. "Maybe." Your laugh was soft, but she could hear the way your voice dropped slightly, more intimate now. "Good. Then you won't forget me." "Like that's possible," she muttered. A pause. Neither of you spoke, but the silence was comfortable. The kind that didn't need filling. Jenna sighed, glancing at the skyline again. "I'm gonna be busy for a while, but I'll text when I can. And you better pick up when I call." "Always," you promised. Something warm settled in her chest. Greg pulled up to the hotel, slowing to a stop. Jenna hesitated. She didn't want to hang up yet. "You still wearing the bracelet?" you asked, like you knew. She glanced down at her wrist, at the simple but significant piece of jewelry you had given her before she left. "Yeah," she murmured. "Still wearing it." "Good," you hummed. "Then I'm still with you." Jenna closed her eyes for a moment, letting the words sink in. "You are," she whispered. Will cleared his throat slightly, signaling that they had arrived. Jenna sighed. "I gotta go." "I know," you said, voice soft. "Call me later?" "You know I will." A pause. Then— "Jenna?" "Yeah?" "Try not to miss me too much." Jenna scoffed, rolling her eyes even as a smile broke through. "Impossible." And with that, she hung up, gripping the phone tightly before exiting the car.

[websterss]

OUR QUIET START (1) — ERIC (AQPDO)

SUMMARY: You didn't think much when you decided to leave the house today, you didn't plan for a world apocalypse, you didn't plan to fear for your life, you didn't plan to meet anyone new.

WARNING(S): angst, some fluff, signing, deaf son.

WORD COUNT: 1,963

PAIRING: Eric x fem!Reader  

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Feedback is always welcomed.

MASTERLIST

You didn’t think your life could flip in an instant. One mere disaster that further evolved into living in fear and silence. You didn’t know what those things were, but all you knew was that the mere lot of them had descended from the sky and now they wreaked havoc in the streets. Your neighborhoods, your city. It wasn’t intact anymore. It had just been a regular day. A great day, one turned into a never-ending nightmare.

The echoes of everyone’s screams still haunt your nightmares. What was a nice sunny day turned into a living hell. You and your Thomas had only needed to get a few necessities that you were running short on. You didn’t think much of it until the ruckus started. Cars crashing into each other outside. Horns going off one by one. People began running frantically, running back into the stores, which had lured the things inside. You had instantly dropped everything and grabbed onto him. Tugging him down with you. Your backs pressed up against the shelves. Your first instinct was to reassure Thomas. He could see everything unfold before him, people running past the aisles, parents hoisting up their children, cans and packages falling, he registered everyone’s movement, but he couldn’t hear the screams and cries. Not like you could. The creature was picking everyone off one by one. You shed tears harder as you brought your hands out in front of you. Your hands were trembling as you managed to say what you needed to him.

Need stay quiet. You signed. You nodded rapidly, trying to make him understand. You brought your finger up to your lips to further emphasize. You brushed back his curls as he brought his own hands up to wipe at your fallen tears.

Your lips trembled as the clicks of the creature grew closer. The store fell into an eery silence. You were just waiting for someone to fuck up and make a sound. Draw attention and risk your lives.

Thomas tapped your arm to gather your attention. His brows furrowed deeply as he signed. Your eyes fell on his hands then his face.

Shooter, what?

You shook your head no. Reaching your hands forward to grip his own. You could see him stricken with fear and confusion. If it hadn’t been a shooter then what was it? Thomas shook his head, his own hands pushing your hands back up to explain it to him further. His jaw was clenched and his eyes narrowed. He pushed against your hands again. Then he signed. Tell me. He mouthed me.

You sighed then closed your eyes. Your brain half working in the brink of nearly dying and trying to get the fuck out of the store. Monster. How the fuck did you forget the sign for monster? You opened your eyes back up. Raising your right hand to spell out monster for him. Letter by letter.

M.O.N.S.T.E.R. You then went to sign what you had been pondering what they were, they shot down from the sky that could only mean one thing right? You rose your hands up to your head, your hands curling to make devil horns, but instead you wigged your forefingers in a circle to sign alien. Your mouth mouthing the word for him as well. Alien.

Thomas’s eyes fell to the ground then back up to you. He shook his head, pressing against your lowering hands. That’s not what he wanted to know. You only locked eyes with him. Keep contact and nodding yes. His eyes widened in fear as he started registering it. His eyes stayed that way as he moved back a bit. His body slumping as his eyes wandered around. Looking to each end of the aisle you took shelter in. The store, you now realized might’ve been the wrong place to take shelter in, anything could clatter to the ground if you weren’t careful.

You figured he needed a minute because it was a lot to take in, but boy were you wrong. His eyes flew past your shoulder, and that’s when he saw the creature before you even heard it. He tugged on your sleeve frantically, scooting back, but you stayed frozen in place as you slowly turned to look at it. His eyes widened in fear. It turned into the row you were in. Thomas gripped your hand firmly. Sliding into your side. He went as far as to wrap his arm around you. His arm now between you and that thing, but it wouldn’t do much to protect you both. The alienated clicks it was making did not put you at ease. Especially as he creeped by you two. You held you breath, staying as still as you could muster. Thomas opted for closing his eyes. If he couldn’t see it, then surely it wouldn’t do anything to you guys, he thought. And it didn’t. Not yet anyway.

The creature didn’t see you. You further watched as it continued down the another end. The people in the aisle next to yours however hadn’t been so lucky. A can colliding with the floor capturing its attention right away. You silently gasped as you clung to Thomas. Burying your face in his chest. He pressed your head to his body. Creating a barrier between you and the horrid sight that was happening before him. His eyes watered as he looked away and let his forehead press on top of yours.

You had completely missed the man looking at you and your child, nor the creature coming back down towards you after tearing apart another person who dared to scream at the sight of them alone. So long as we didn’t make any noise they wouldn’t go near us, you began to put together. They were attracted to noise, so you just had to not make any.

Upon the creature getting closer the man decided to slowly pick up a can and launch it down the store. The loud clatter of the can was enough to drag the creatures attention that way. The cacophony of other peoples screams kept the creature and its second buddy busy. There had been two in the store with you all. He pushed himself up his feet, and grabbed both yours and Thomas’s hands, pulling you out the store before they turned back.

The chaos outside was worse off than the store. You would have rather stayed put inside to not have to watch New York fall apart in disaster. You clutched your son close to you, turning his eyes away from the chaos that administered around you. Various screams of those trying to out run the terrifying creatures down the streets, cars being flipped and ablaze with fire. Buildings shattered glass littering the streets and caught fire from the collision of their arrival. Your beloved city was no longer.

You turned to face the man who saved you both. His mouth opening to speak, but your hand shot out before you could think, covering his lips with your palm as you shook your head no.

He seemed to catch on as he scoped the vacant streets. He looked down brushing his hands against yours, you hesitated to follow him once more, but something in you told you to follow, to follow where he went. Better than staying out in the open. You looked down at Thomas who peered up at the man with feigned interest, he was guarded and caution of the new stranger.

Don’t trust him. He signed, shaking his head. His hands clawing upwards his chest area then curling into fists in an upward twist. Trust is what he signed. His brows pinched together. If his frown didn’t give him away, it had been the judgmental look he gave the man in the brown suit as he roamed his figure in a once over. You sighed quietly, bringing your hands up to sign back.

You mouthed its then brought your forefinger, middle finger and thumb together flicking them outwards in an okay sign. You mouthed Let’s then signed for trust. You brought your hands upwards your chest area too, then curled your hands into fists in an upward twist. Trust.

The roll of his eyes had you smiling. You got him. You extended your arm for him to take then allowed the man to lead, but not before he stuck his finger out in a waiting motion. He paused for a brief second, looking like he was thinking over something then lowered to your son’s height. He brought out his right hand and miserably failed to sign his name, the R passing for a U which had you and your son pinching your brows together. Euic?

Was he foreign?

Upon your lost expression, he looked to you and mouthed Eric. Pointing to himself.

You looked to his lips. AREECC. You mouthed his name to yourself slowly. Your mouth opened in realization knowing where he messed up. You looked down at Thomas whose eyes shifted back and forth between the two of you. You waited patiently till his eyes landed on you and your hand. E-R-I-C. You signed the R hard for emphasis in replacement of the U.

Eric? What? Really? Thomas’s brows shot up in amusement.

Your son deadpan at the man. Eric now labeled, was lost to his own confusion. You silently laughed, no sound echoing past your lips. You slowly helped him out hitting and making each letter out hard. You twisted your forefinger and middle finger together. Then pressed your thumb to lay on top of your ring finger. R you mouthed.

Eric copied your hands. R he mouthed. He went to make the attempt again with your son. He lowered down to his height and began with pointing to himself. I’m E-R-I-C. He smiled feeling happier he was able to get his name across to you both. He went further to extend his hand out, your Thomas was hesitant but eventually shook his hand. With learned precision, Thomas’s signed letters came out second nature. Watching Eric trying to catch each one was all the entertainment you needed today. You tapped his shoulder to look up at you. You slide your right dominant hand up your non dominant left a short distance across your forearm in a fast motion, starting from the back of the base.

Slow. You gave him a pointed look. He don’t sign. You slide your right dominant hand up your non dominant left a short distance across your forearm again, going even slower to emphasis very very slow.

Slow. You mouthed. Thomas huffed in annoyance. You understoodd his hate to go at the pace of someone who wasn’t fluent, his want for people to learn was valid, but not everyone wanted to or wasn’t very good at it.

He patted Eric and waited for his eyes to shift onto him. With reluctance and annoyance he brought his hand up and signed his name slow at your requests. T-H-O-M-A-S.

Thomas, he mouthed his name then pointed to himself.

“T–“ You had rushed forward again when Eric began to pronounce his name. You muffled the T before it spilled past his lips. You looked around, your heart beating against your chest, but the tension in your shoulders didn’t let up. A creature ran by but didn’t see nor hear you three. You let your head fall forward. Eric steadying himself with a hand on your shoulders. You shook your head again, lifting it slowly then bringing your forefinger to your lips. Your reminder to him to remain quiet. Quiet…you all needed to stay quiet. Your fear struck something within him, a need to not fail you again. To not fail you and Thomas ever again.

[cillianhead]

Hi, I love love love everything you write! Your so talented could you please write something about Emmett. He & y/n have arrived on the island and Emmett can't wait to make love to her without being quiet. Thank you ❤️

You are amazing thank you <3

I love Emmett...

that film was what got me into Cillian. Literally remember going nuts over how hot he was.

Anyway... hope you enjoy!!

Scream For Me || Emmett x Reader

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected P in V, oral sex (m receiving), daddy kink, breeding kink, adult content.

18+ Minors DNI

The island was safe. You kept repeating in your head, and you couldn't help but flinch as everyone spoke out loud or did something a little too noisy. You just sat and waited for the horrid creatures to get them but they never came because they couldn't swim. Emmett easily talked aloud, it was strange, this was the first time you had really heard him talk so loud. Of course, you'd speak louder than a whisper but never this openly. His voice made you feel all woozy and shy in such a pathetic way.

"I reckon we're gonna head to bed now..." Emmett murmured to the group around the fire, he looked at you, seeing your nervousness. This was only your second night on the island, you still hadn't quite adjusted yet to a comfortable bed and clean clothes... and working showers. "It was lovely talking to you all, goodnight." Emmett patted a few guys on the back, waving politely before sauntering to you.

Emmett picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, you gasped at this, looking at the people giggling at you two. They had a small empty house for the two of you to live in, it was nice enough. Nicer than anything you'd find back out on the mainland.

"So quiet," Emmett hummed as he sat you down on the foot of your bed. A look of hunger was evident on his face. "You're such a good girl, Y/N." He knelt down in front of you, torso in between your legs as he peppered kisses along your neck and collarbone.

"Emmett..." You whispered.

"No need to whisper here, sweet girl," He grinned at you. "You can be as loud as you want."

You leaned in, kissing him desperately, the way he pawed at you made you feel weak. Hands slipping underneath your cotton sweater and pulling it over your head, breaking the kiss. "No bra?" Emmett smirked before teeth sank into the top of your left breast, sucking in and creating a plum-colored bruise. He was trying to elicit a reaction out of you, trying to get you to moan, trying to get you to be loud.

"God... Em..." You said through shaky breaths, a little louder this time. He kept marking you until your entire chest was littered with love bites with teeth marks indented around it like some sort of peculiar pattern of rosettes. "Markin' you as mine," He grunted before latching a mouth onto your erect nipple. "Everyone's gonna see ya love, gonna see how you belong to me, and you're my girl" Emmett pulled away from you, pulling off his clean white shirt, revealing his chest hair and the snail trail that tucked itself away under his trousers.

"Emmett... we haven't... had sex in so long..." You bit your lip, thinking about how you had been so stressed and so busy trying to survive that you never really had time to do anything. You thought about how last night you two had separate showers. You had a long hot shower, the first in a long time. Of course, you bathed in creeks but it wasn't the same. You had been given a fresh clean razor when you first arrived on the island as well. Emmett chose to neatly trim his beard but he still kept it long. He knew how you loved his beard.

"I know, need you so fucking bad, feel..." He grabbed your wrist and placed it over his clothed cock, letting you feel how rock-hard he was. You reached up and eagerly tugged down his pants, the ones that fit him so nicely, they were slightly high-waisted and they weren't caked in dirt or old blood. You wondered what Emmett was like before this all started, you wondered how you two would've gotten along, though you quickly remembered that he had a wife before all of this. "Gonna suck my cock? Must be a special occasion, go on, baby, suck me off."

You give a timid lick to the weeping head of his cock, sighing happily at the taste of his precum on the tip of your tongue. "Don't tease." He said firmly. Emmett held you by your hair which was pulled up into a makeshift ponytail. You looked up at him as you slowly wrapped your lips around the tip, sucking harshly and feeling pleased as you see his eyes flutter shut, sinking even further down on his shaft.

Emmett's hips bucked into your mouth involuntarily, you gagged and he moaned at the sight of you. Spit dribbling out of your mouth, lips stretched around his thick cock and eyes all watery for him. One of your fingers slipped underneath your shorts, slowly rubbing at your clit and moaning around his dick as he began fucking in and out of your mouth, letting tears slip down your face.

"I love your little mouth," He grunted deliriously, hands on either side of your head as he fucked it harshly, using you like a fleshlight. "I wanna cum down your throat... fuck... but I need to be inside you." He slowly pulled his wet cock from your dribbling mouth. You gasped in for air, massaging your aching jaw as he stroked himself slowly.

"I want you to cum inside of me... please..." You whispered. He had never done that before, the last thing you two needed was for you to get pregnant during a time like this. But things were different now, you were on the island, and maybe you could raise a baby together finally. "Please... Emmett..." Your glossy eyes looked up at him, pleading silently with him.

Emmett's eyes glazed over, he looked like was high as you slipped your shorts and underwear off, revealing your freshly shaved cunt to him. His jaw fell open as he whimpered, "Fuck, look at that," Emmett let go of himself and approached you slowly, pushing you down and spreading your legs open to look down at this new look for you. "What a pretty little thing... can't believe you did this for me."

"All for you, daddy." You hummed quietly, no louder than you would when you'd fuck in the bunker. He grunted at the nickname as he fell down on top of you, holding himself up with one arm and the other helped guide his throbbing hard-on to your gushing pussy. "Are you gonna cum in me?" "So desperate for it, 'course I'm gonna fuckin' cum in ya," He remarked, pushing into you slowly. "How could I deny you of that? Especially 'cause you asked so nicely."

You arched your back, slapping a hand over your mouth to cover your moans like you always did for him as his cock was now fully sheathed within you. The stretch ached deliciously, pussy clenching around him, begging him to move.

"Fuck..." You whined, eyes rolling to the back of your head, nails digging into Emmett's strong shoulders. "Emmett..." You whispered. You were trying your best to stay quiet as he began grinding into you.

"Speak up for me," Emmett groaned, rolling his hips right into where you needed him. "Need to hear you scream for me, baby... I know you've got it in you."

You shook your head, whimpering as he fucked you like a pornstar, panting above you, mouth agape and eyes clearly displeased with your disobedient reaction. One of his nimble fingers slipped down your stomach and onto your pulsing clit, you were painfully aroused, every stroke of his dick brushing perfectly against your g-spot. Your mind goes completely blank, legs squeezing and shaking around him, nails leaving claw marks on Emmett's biceps. You couldn't help but start to scream, he was fucking you so passionately you couldn't hold it in.

"That's it," He breathily said. "That's my girl, tell me how good I'm fucking you." "So good!" You moaned, sounding like you were being railed within an inch of your life. His balls slapped against your ass and Emmett's hands now were gripping onto your hips, holding you tightly, manhandling you into the bed and using you to chase his own pleasure. You were a mess, an extremely loud mess, on the brink of tears at how good he fucked you. "God.... daddy! Oh... fuck... wanna have your babies!"

A sick grin spread across his blissed-out face, high on the feeling of your tight cunt all stretched out around him. "Then I'll give you my babies if that's what you want, gonna cream in you, gonna fill you with my cum every fuckin' night til..." He gasped out, stuttering on his words, you were squeezing him tighter than ever, his raspy tone of voice bringing you closer to cumming your brains out. "...Gonna fill you with my cum every night til... I see you walkin' round all pregnant and glowing with my kid in you."

You nodded your head desperately and cried like a slut, Emmett leaned down and intimately pressed his forehead against your own, thrusts sloppy as you felt the orgasm unleash itself upon you. The pleasure is hot and white and consuming, words incoherent as you scream out. His own seed fills you like an endless fountain, the vibrations of his own moaning in your neck send you further down that spiral of pleasure.

"Oh, daddy..." You're gasping out for air, your hands cupping your own tits as he still rutted into you, almost a bit pathetically, his cum spilling out of you as his seed just kept on coming. "So... so full..."

His eyes are squeezed shut, the veins in his forehead prominent as he slowly begins to come down. He didn't say a word as he collapsed on top of you, catching his breath, sweaty skin pressed against you. "My love... took me so well..."

"I think I was too loud..." You bit your lip, feeling incredibly flustered and embarrassed at how you knew the rest of the island probably heard your late night shenanigans.

"No such thing," Emmett pressed wet kisses along your jaw, trailing them until he reached your lips. "Prettiest thing I've ever heard." He whispered, speaking right into your mouth. "I'm gonna make you scream until your throat is raw, I'm addicted to your sounds."

You could feel him grow hard again and his hungry lips took yours in his again and the screaming began again, this time concealed within a kiss.

-

[beastofburdenxo]

Hypothermia

Emmett shares a bed with you on a particularly cold night. 1.6k words Tags: dry humping, wet dreams, reader is a virgin.

Emmett promised your parents that he would take care of you if anything happened to them. Not realizing that, not long after he promised them that the creatures would come. Sadly, neither survived and you were stuck with Emmett. Nothing against him of course, he was an alright guy. He was a family friend; someone you saw all the time at the house on the weekends. He was quiet, reserved, resourceful. Emmett also lost his family not long after yours so you two were all each other had. You two toughed it out together, he taught you how to hunt. He taught you which plants were edible, and which were not. You taught him how to patch up his clothes when needed. The both of you were a team, working together to stay alive.  

Instead of moving out and going to college, you moved what little belongings you could to an old factory on the outskirts of town with Emmett. He found it on a supply run without you and thought it best to move away and stay hidden from the creatures. Besides, there wasn’t much left to salvage anyways, what you two haven’t already scavenged to use was in disrepair and too time consuming to try and fix. Emmett was a bit of a loner anyways, so moving away from the few remaining living souls didn’t bother him a bit. Not you though, you didn’t like the idea of leaving the only home you ever knew. But you went ahead and did anyways, because you knew you couldn’t make it without him. You two made the basement of the old factory your home, considering it was almost soundproof. Emmett brought down a mattress he found in an empty house to sleep on, not realizing it was going to be a tight fit for both of you. During the summer, he refused the makeshift bed, insisting you take it. He crafted a pallet out of old covers and towels that he slept on next to yours.  

One particularly cold winter night, you lie in bed, feeling your fingers and toes start to turn blue. Every piece of clothing you own is on your body on top of what little covers you have, but it’s still not enough. With teeth chattering, you look over at Emmett’s still figure wondering if he’s about to go into hypothermia as well. “Emmett,” you whisper in the dark, “Are you sleeping? It's so cold in here my body hurts.” Emmett turns towards you, “No, I can’t sleep either. It's an awfully bad night tonight. Would you like some of my covers?” A shiver runs through your body as you try to still your chattering teeth. “I don’t think that’s going to cut it here Emmett, we both need body heat or we’re not going to survive the night. Will you come closer?” A long pause sits in the air before you get an answer. “Are you asking me to get in bed with you? You trying to cuddle?” he asks with a chuckle. “This is serious, if you don’t get over here, we’re both going to freeze to death. It's not like I have anyone else to choose from. I'll behave, I’m just trying to not die tonight.”  

You feel a bit more weight on you as Emmett takes the covers off his pallet and throws it on yours. Before you can plead with him, he lies down beside you. “Alright, here I am, now go to sleep.” It is a tight fit with him beside you, both being on your backs, so you turn to the side away from him to make room. The heat radiating off Emmett’s body helps, but it’s not enough to knock the chill off your body. You try and scoot closer to him, much to his dismay. “Just what do you think you're doing? You wanted me here, so here I am. What more do you want?” You start to feel him move away. “No please don’t go.” you whine, “I’m just so cold and I know you are too. Please come here. Wrap your arm around me Emmett.” With a sigh he replies, “Only because it feels below zero tonight. Don't get any ideas here.” He pulls you closer to him, his body heat enveloping you. He has both of his strong arms around your waist as the two of you stop shivering. “Now was that so bad?” you ask. You get a scoff in response. You feel him move around. “What are you doing? I can’t sleep with you thrashing!”  

“I’m taking my shirt off.” Your eyes get big at his words. “Why in the hell are you doing that?” Emmett sighs, “Did I teach you anything? Survival 101, skin on skin contact is the best against hypothermia. It's dark and neither of us can see the other, so just do it.” With a gulp you shakily remove your shirt, goosebumps hitting your skin at the thought of being next to him in your bra. This is all new to you and you’re trying to remain calm and adult like about it. “My pants too?” you nervously ask. Emmett’s strong arms go back to being around you. “That’s up to you. Considering the layers are thin, I think we’ll be fine like this. Now let's get some sleep.” He was right about the skin-on-skin contact, it was almost too warm now. You were able to feel his broad chest directly on your back, his light coating of chest hair tickling your skin. Part of you wanted to turn around and face him, but you didn’t want him to leave either, so you stayed where you were. Your little heart was pounding, you’ve never had a man be this physically close to you, much less Emmett. You hoped he was too far gone in sleep to notice. “Just breathe, you know Emmett, he wouldn’t hurt you.” you tell yourself over and over until your breathing finally slows and sleep takes you in its hold.  

In the middle of the night, you awaken to Emmett still holding you to him. But this time, something is different. One arm is still around you, the other is next to you, his hand squeezing your hip. Something is also digging into your back. You move slightly trying to get comfortable, and Emmett softly moans. You realize what it is, Emmett is hard in his sleep. Trying not to panic and wake him up, you wonder what to do now. If he wakes, he’ll freak out at the situation and possibly get mad, so you just lie there for a bit. “It’s not like he did it on purpose, he’s dead asleep!” you think to yourself, “He has no control over his body, it’ll go away, just chill out!” at that moment, Emmett slightly moves, pulling you even closer to him, his dick even more prominent to you now. The hand on your hip now slowly strokes your side. His breath is still slow and labored, he’s still out cold. Emmett slowly starts to grind against you, the friction pulling down your loose pants, exposing your ass to him. His face is buried in your shoulder, panting heavy at his motions. You try to reach behind you to pull your pants back up, but there’s no room between you two, and you wind up touching his toned stomach instead. You freeze as a whine leaves his mouth, thinking you woke him up.  

Luckily for you, he’s a heavy sleeper and he goes back to dry humping you as you take your hand back. You must admit, it doesn’t feel terrible. “Do I just lie here and let him grind on me?” You like hearing his moans too, but you’d never admit that. You wish you could see the look on his face right now, but not daring to turn. His hand comes up and cups your breast through your bra, softly squeezing. “Yes,” he breathes into your ear, “Yes baby like that.” You close your eyes and pretend that he means that, that he knows it’s you and he really wants you; not pretending that you’re someone else. You softly place your hand on top of Emmett’s, not brave enough to do much else. “Babygirl, yes, right there, please.” That causes a moan to come out of your own mouth. Goosebumps return to your skin, but for another reason. Nerves be damned, you can’t take much more. You take the hand on your bra and slowly guide it downwards, reveling in his rough hand on your body and how good it feels. Reaching your soaked panties you wonder, “Am I seriously about to do this? Am I going to take advantage of a man that has been nothing but good and kind to me?”  

Before you can answer yourself, Emmett moves again. His bodyweight on yours makes you turn over on your stomach. He is directly on top of you now. With your legs slightly more open than before, you can feel him right where you want him. Now Emmett is just rutting against you without abandon, each motion moving your panties against your clit. It takes all you have in you to not answer his moans with your own. Right before you feel like you could come for the first time ever, he growls your name as you feel hot liquid seep onto your panties. Emmett slows, his high receding, softly panting as he moves off you, flopping onto his back. Your mind is reeling, “Did he just say my name as he came? Did I hear that right?” You slowly look over at him, for some reason expecting him to finally be awake after all that. But his breathing is the same as earlier, slow and soft in dreamland. “Well at least he’ll sleep good tonight, I sure as hell won’t.” You curl back up, parts of you demanding more attention after being rudely interrupted. It was a long night for you indeed.

[venuscrashed]

Prowler Miles Morales x Quiet reader

18 + blogs DNI

pt 2

Start:

At the beginning of school he didn’t really notice you, or at least payed attention. He didn’t really care, just trying to survive school without trouble.

But something about you was…alluring.

You didn’t talk nor listen to anyone. You were just there being in your own little bubble, not caring about the world.

It wasn’t until you were loud did you get his attention. No, not loud in the sense of screaming. But loud as in you bashed a kids head into the table.

Class had been going on for about 20 minutes now but it was torture. The kid behind you decided to mess with you. He was pulling your hair, clothes, taking your work and you tried your best to stop him but it just didn’t work. It wasn’t until you he stole your backpack did you get triggered.

You looked at him, staring at him as a way to tell him stop. He only looked back amused. “What?” He asked, “You gonna say something?”

You laughed, this idiot. You turned around full now. He was about to say something but before he could you grabbed his head and slammed down into the desk in-front of him. The noise echoed through the classroom, catching the attention of every student, including the teacher.

The teacher stood up and walked over to both of your desks. As part of their job they sent you to the office and took the kid to the nurse.

You were suspended.

That was the first time Miles payed attention to you.

He learned your name and quickly took a liking to you.

While you were suspended, Miles was stalking you in his Prowler costume. He made note of your everyday schedule, learning you favorite stores, hobbies, favorite places, etc.

He knew where you’d be and it was only by coincidence that he met you at the park. Right?

He went up to you and introduced himself. Hoping to be friends. You, of course, agreed.

Confession:

It took a while for you guys to start dating. Him being as emotional as a wall and all. But that didn’t stop him from catching feelings first.

He only noticed his feelings after you backed him up in a fight with some kid from your school.

Miles had no idea how to confess. He asked his mom what to do. He was so desperate he asked his uncle even!

After a while of thinking he just confessed to you outside of your window.

It was cold and windy and you were absolutely bored. You were just unsuspended and wee already at school for a week but that still didn’t stop your parents from ungrounding you. You had no phone or tv and no motivation to do anything. You were laying in your bed contemplating life until you heard a noise from your window.

You lifted your head, it was Miles. Miles, your only friend and reason to escape this boredom. Reluctantly, you got up from bed and opens your window.

“[Name].”

You hummed in response.

Miles was unusually hesitant. You couldn’t really tell but you could have sworn he was blushing. “[Name], I…” He took a deep breath before making eye contact, “I like you.”

Your eyes widened, you stared at him in shock, you couldn’t believe this. He was staring at you waiting for you to process this.

After a couple of minutes he asked a question. “Will you go out with me?”

You shook your head yes and that’s all he needed before he kissed you.

“[Name]-“ your mom walked in.

Dating:

You got grounded longer.

Although, your parents finally met Miles and somewhat approves if your relationship.

Miles is clingy. He’s always by your side or at least watching you from afar.

If anyone bothers you, he steps in and starts to talk back. You may have to hold him back if they get to personal.

He’s pretty quiet to but more vocal than you.

He does the talking for the both of you, talking for you in conversations with him and others.

If someone comments about how your quiet he’s already punching them.

If you ever get in trouble he’ll always try’s to take the blame.

When he introduces you to his mom and uncle he’s telling them everything about you, even when you leave.

“And [Name] looks good in purple, especially in winter time and-“

“Miles, I just wanted to know what their favorite color was not their whole life story.”

This man has his are wrapped around you all the time.

He likes to just lay there and watch a movie with you in his arms.

Sometimes he’ll listen to music with you and just tell you random stuff in his mind.

Overall he’s protective and quiet with you.

[angeldoll2000]

Savior (Part 1)

Dark!Emmett x Reader

Word count: +2,394

Warning(s) in chapter: +18, Non con, Breeding, Forced Breeding, Minor character deaths, Kidnapping, Mentions of past character death, Murder.

Author's Note(s): I'm still riding the Cillian high.

It was summertime in Akron, NY. Life was simple, peaceful, was. You were excited to be starting as an elementary school teacher. Until they arrived, death Angels, they were called. Slaughtering anyone and anything in sight that made sound. There was only one thing you could do, and that was to survive.

It's been 474 days since the apocalypses began. Winter was approaching, so you and your group decided to venture out. You were careful with each step. Who knows when or where a creature would be lurking. They're quick and stealthy. Almost silent. A mistake your teammate makes resulted in your entire team's demise.

A sudden trip on a hidden string causes a wind chime to clatter down, purposely alerting the creatures. Before your team has a chance to escape, they were quickly dragged off by the creatures. One by one their screams were heard. You ran, as fast as you could. Until your legs almost gave out. You couldn't believe it. Everyone, everyone was gone. You were all alone, dealing with the aftermath of yet another loss.

The adrenaline still pumping though your veins as you took each step. You hadn't even realized the hidden beartrap until it was too late. It takes every ounce of your energy not to scream in pain. You force yourself to swallow it down, muffling a cry. Fat tears role down your cheeks. It takes you a while to compose yourself. After that the realization hits. You were trapped in the middle of nowhere. With only a backpack filled with medical supplies.

This was it, this time, you would surely die. A deep feeling of dread consumes all your senses as you wobble to a sitting position, the pain becoming excruciating. You really did try your best to stay alive. But when your vision begins to blur, you embrace the darkness, letting it consume you.

When you had woken up your body felt heavy. A throbbing pain pulses though your head. It was hard even trying to lift yourself from the bed. Wait, what? You swiftly lift yourself up, looking around to find out just where the hell you were. How the hell did you end up here?!

"You were out for a while," a voice calls. You turn around to find a man seated at a desk, just now finishing up his meal. He's dressed from head to toe. His outgrown beard covers most of his features. A trucker's hat covering the top of his head. It was hard to tell what he looked like in the dark, "Here," he hands you a bowl, it's canned soup. You hesitantly take it from him, "Thank you..." eating it with careful bites.

You notice him still staring but choose to ignore it. He was kind enough to save you back there. Surely he wasn't so bad. Emmett recognizes you the moment he found you lying unconscious at the front of his hideout. For a moment, he thought you were surely gone. Until he hears a faint whine escapes your lips. He doesn't know why he decided to drag you inside. Maybe he just needed a sign.

"Your friends they uh, they didn't make it," feeling sorry for what he'd just said. Your heart broke for them. One small mistake costed them their lives. A part of you carried survivor's guilt with you. Thankfully you weren't alone. He was at the right time and place. When you try kicking your legs out of bed a sharp pain hits one of them. A painful grunt escapes your lips.

You with certain now, your foot was broken, small jagged cuts decorate the heel and ankle. It seems as though he tried to help, "I did my best to stop the bleeding but...'m not a miracle worker," his voice is deep, raspy with age and time. It sounded too familiar. That's when it hits you, "Emmett?" There was no doubt, you were sure it was your old neighbor. Hell, you used to babysit his boys. Your brows furrow, now worried, "What happened to...?"

"Gone, I lost the boys to those things, and Nora, she couldn't take it..." his eyes start to glisten. His once lively spirit now the shell of a man he used to be. He's taken aback when you start to cry, "I'm so sorry Emmett..." you cried, "I loved them so much..." mourning the loss of his family. He knows very well, his boys were fond of you. Even asking if you could be their teacher for the next school year. You even applied to an open position for the upcoming fall. After all this time fate still had a way with bringing people together.

Emmett lets you rest up for a few days while out on a supply run. He even left a few supplies and food by your bedside. You wanted to know where you were, but with your leg being in the condition that it was, it was impossible. For now, it was best to rest while it heals. You didn't want to weigh him down.

In the meantime, you try different ways to stay busy. Each day completing at least two to three tasks around the room. Whether it was stretching, exercising, or attempting to walk again. Soon enough you were able to limp for a certain amount of time. Emmett was sweet enough to get you a crutch.

As time passed, you began to make yourself comfortable. Its been a while since you’ve arrived. To the point where the two of you had a daily routine. Emmett would be out, either hunting or gathering food and supplies. While you stayed to look over the compound. When Emmett would arrive after a long day of work, he'd come home find a homecooked meal waiting. It's been a while since he’s had a proper meal.

Emmett halts at the door, watching as you hum a tune while finishing up dinner. You sat on a wheeled office chair while getting the plates ready. He approaches you from behind, "Here, let me," carrying dinner to the table. The both of you ate in silence. But it wasn't awkward, you both enjoyed each other's company. You're the first one to speak up, "Hey so..." starting the conversation, "As soon as my leg heals, would it be alright if I come help?"

Emmett couldn't hide the look of disapproval on his face. He doesn't think you're ready, or even fit to go out there, "No,"

"No? Why? I can walk now and--" "No, final answer,"

"Are you serious?"

"As serious as I can be,"

"But it was only one time! They didn't get me--"

"It's not just the monsters you should be worried about..." he pauses, "...the people, they're not the same," as if it were coming from experience, "Look at your leg, you think a monster did that?" he scoffs. You were the last thing that reminding him of how kind life was before. He can't risk losing the little beacon of light left. Not again.

Emmett won't admit it, but it was lonely during the past few months. You made it all the more bearable. Something stirred inside of him. Just the thought of a pretty little thing waiting for him at home. He felt guilty. As if he didn't deserve a second chance. So, what does he do when confronted with a problem? He avoids it altogether. Emmett would spend hours going on raids just to avoid being in the house. Being alone with a pretty little thing like you would only lead to trouble.

It's been a while since he'd been with someone. During a supply run he'd found a few magazines to help, but it hadn't done the job. They weren't the same. Not even close. He can't even remember the last time he's emptied himself deep inside a pussy. His breathing becomes shallow from the thought of it.

"Emmett?" you tilt your head. Shit, what did you say? "I asked if you wanted more," scooting the bowl of stew towards him. He's flustered, "Sure thing," when he reaches for it his calloused hand brushes against yours. He's in awe by how soft it is. You were this ethereal being, who just so happened to stumble upon his hideout. He quickly retrieves his hand. Not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But did he really want that?

It was just the two of you all alone down here. He's much stronger than you. If he wanted, he could just take you, right here right now. And there would be no one to stop him. He imagines you on your knees, looking up at him with that innocent look. Shit...he has it, bad.

He can't decide if it was pure desire, or simply part of his nature to breed. You were already a natural playing the role of a homemaker. It's not like there was anything else to worry about. He would take care of you. He'll provide you with anything you need. All you had to do was give him a little something in return. Just once wouldn't hurt. As you ready yourself for bed, you notice Emmett still standing there. You turn towards him, curious of what he was doing. He pulls out a thin metal chain. What was that for?

"Please, don't fight it..." he nears. At that moment your heart sunk. Emmett held the metal in his hands, "You already know I'm stronger, so don't try to stop me," nearing the edge of the bed. You look at him with a look of dread, "Emmett?" eyeing the chain cautiously, "W-what are you doing?"

"Sh... just let it happen..." he nears, "I promise you I'll take good care of you, you'll never want anything else,"

"Emmett? No..." tears began to form. You couldn't run away from him, not with a limp. All you could do was scurry to the corner of the bed. Emmett links the chain to bottom of the metal bedframe. He held your good ankle in hand before linking it to the cuff. You're well aware he's much stronger, he even carried you all the way down here. He straddles your waist, and you scream profanities, lashing out at the man you once called a friend.

Emmett tries pleading with you to hear him out, he tries to muffle your screams with his hand. But instead, you retaliate by biting it. He grunts in pain, now retrieving it. He's not amused at all by your little rebellious stunt. This wasn't you. He doesn't have time for any temper tantrums. He's not angry, only determined, "Fine, have it your way," he's done having to fight for what's rightfully his.

He could've let you die out there, just like your teammates. It was your fault for trespassing, you were the ones who triggered his trap. Instead, he'd given you a new purpose in life. You'll never be exposed to the dangers of the outside world again. He'll make sure of it.

During the past few months, Emmett went absolutely feral. He couldn't keep his hands off you. Just this morning, you'd woken up to him buried deep inside you pussy, grunting like some sort of animal in a rut as he pounded that tight little cunt of yours. Still half asleep, you tried your best to ignore him. But when he raises your leg over his shoulder to deepen the thrusts, you couldn't hold it in. Small grunts escape your lips as you turn your head to the side, avoiding his gaze.

He leans in, "Hey...hey pretty girl, don't hide from me..." a hand cups the side of your cheek, turning you to face him. He looks down at you with hooded eyes, his hips still jutting in and out your channel. You were just starting to get used to his pace when suddenly he starts picking up speed. Your hands reach out to halt his movements, but he wrenches them off. Now pinning them to your sides as he chases his climax.

You feel the familiar sensation of his spunk now filling your womb. It's hot and sticky, some of it drips down and staining the sheets, "Fuck..." Emmett knew he should've laid out a towel. By now there was a small puddle of your juices mixed together. He would have to see if there were any blankets during his next run.

"Sh... just go back to sleep," he whispers. He couldn't help himself. He was tired and sore after spending most of the day scavenging for supplies. But as soon as he saw you sleeping soundly, in that sexy slip-on he’d gifted a while back, well, he just couldn't help himself. Is it not in his nature? There was no way you didn't know the power you had on him. He sighs, admiring your bow tuckered form.

It was a smart idea chaining you to the bed post. That reminds him, the purpose of today's trip. Emmett retrieves a salve from his bag. He starts rubbing it into the raw skin of your ankle before covering it with a gauze, "I'm sorry..."

"No, you're not…" you whisper to him. You're right, he's not. He kept both of your hands wrapped up in fabric bindings, so that you wouldn't hurt him or yourself. At first, he didn't mind the scratches, but when you almost claw his eyes out, that's when the idea had struck.

Emmett had warned you that the people weren't the same since then, including himself. He won't admit it, but as soon as he laid eyes on your unconscious form, the only thing he could think of was planting his seed deep inside you. He knew it was a good idea to save you, or was it you who saved him?