#emmett a quiet place 2 fic

[lau219]

he makes me ill guys please look at him

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[deceitfuldevout]

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?

[beastofburdenxo]

Take Care Of Me

Emmett is feeling needy and needs you to take care of him for once. SMUT tags: praise, submissive emmett, hand job, slight spanking

Never wrote a submissive man before. I hope I did it justice 😉

Emmett came in from a long day at the body shop, completely wore out. He felt like the world was on his shoulders, and he just needed you to make it better. Walking through the front door, he sees you cooking. Your daughter perched on the counter, wooden spoon in her mouth, chewing away. Her eyes light up when she sees him. "Dada! Dada!" She cries as he kisses her forehead, not wanting to get her dirty. He walks over to you, resting his head on your shoulder with a sigh. "Hello you." You murmer to him, wiggling your shoulder trying to get him to smile.

"Hey. I missed you so much today." Emmett softly kisses your neck. You can tell something is different with him today. You know just what to do. "Why don't I put little miss to bed early so I can take care of my other little one? Would you like that baby?" You can feel emmett nod against your neck. "Alright, get cleaned up and we'll have some dinner first."

Emmett doesn't eat much, arousal pumping through his veins. You look over at him with a smirk. It's been a while since he's been so needy. You clean dinner up and put the baby to bed. Emmett goes to the bedroom. As soon as the baby is down for the night, Emmett meets you at the bedroom doorway on his knees. He wraps his strong arms around you and rests his head on your tummy. "Emmett baby, what's all this? Did you miss me that badly? Poor thing." You stroke his shaggy hair. "Come on, up you go. Let's get in bed yeah?"

Emmett stands up and takes your hand, guiding you to bed without a word. When you both get comfortable, Emmett starts to nuzzle at you again. "Sweetheart, what is it?" You ask even though you know the answer. "I just need you. Need you to take care of me. Please." He whispers in your ear. You smile. "Oh, you sweet thing you. Turn over, let me rub your back, okay? I know how much you love that." With a small smile, Emmett complies, taking his shirt off and presenting his strong back to you.

You gently run your hands along his strong muscles, feeling the tension. "Baby, you are so tense. We gotta fix that, yeah?" Adding the right pressure, the tension in his back melts away. Emmett moans in relief. "Am I a good boy?" He asks. You raise your eyebrows, "Of course baby, you are the best boy. Do you not think you are?" Emmett replies with his face buried in the pillow. "Hmm? What's that baby?" You pull his face to meet his eyes. "I sometimes feel like I'm not the best I could be. That I could be better for you."

You give him a soft kiss. "Sweetheart, that is the farthest from the truth. You couldn't possibly be any better for me or little miss. Now, lay back and relax for me, okay? I've got you." Emmett buries back into the pillow as you work on his legs. "Goodness, these are tense too. Raise up for me, sweet. These gotta come off as well. Emmett raises his hips and helps you take his bottoms off, now completely naked for you. "There we go, that's better. So handsome baby. Such a good pretty boy." You see a slight blush color the back of his neck. You pinch an ass cheek. "And such a pretty little ass here."

Emmett starts to squirm from the praise. You work on his legs, and you notice that he starts to grind on the covers a little. "Baby? Are you hunching the covers? Are you naughty?" You lightly swat his ass. "Em, you know that's bad. We don't do that, do we?" Emmett whimpers from the reprimand. "I'm sorry, it just feels so good. Will you help me?"

You spank him again, harder this time. "Poor little Em needs help, huh? Does my little one need more of my hands?" Another slap to the ass. "Yes, please. I just need you. Please." You reach his shoulder blades and give them soft kisses. "Raise your hips then, baby. Let me help you." He obliges as your hand reaches underneath him. He cries out as you wrap around him. "Sweet Em already pulsing for me. Precious baby. Just needs a little help, yeah? You need me?"

His hips jerk again at your praises, and that gets him another swat. "No, no, baby. You can't do it all on your own, remember Em? Be a good boy. Let me." You slowly stroke him, reveling in the sweet sounds he makes for you. "My precious Em. Good job, sweetie. You sound so nice." You kiss all over his toned body, knowing where he is most sensitive. Emmett wants to ask to come but can't make his mouth work. Luckily for him, you read him like a book.

"There it is, Em. It's okay. I got you. You can let go. My sweet baby Em." Just the sweet tone of your voice sends him over the edge as he makes a mess of the covers under him. "There we go. All better. Goodness so much. My good boy." You keep rubbing his back as he comes down from his high. "Is that what you needed, baby? All better?"

Emmett looks up at you and reaches for you to hold him. "All better. Thank you. I love you."

"I love you too, Em."

[dbnightingale24]

Getting Lost In The Silence With You

An Emmett Lovestory

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Surprise, and Happy Halloween!!

I just wanted to make something fluffy and loving, since I'm always giving you guys angst and despair 🙃 anywho, I hope you all enjoy this little story, I hope you're enjoying one of the best days ever, and please be safe! As always, thank you to @fuckingbyefor the amazing moldboard, and for just existing. Alright, enough of my rambling, enjoy!

Like always, Tumblr is on it's bullshit, so I'm only gonna post part of it here, and leave the link to my AO3 if you wanna read all of it.

Word Count: 15,618

Warnings: SMUT (18+ Minors DNI), Swearing, Drinking, Heartbreak, Dealing with Loss, FLUFF, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Self Doubt, A Bit of Self Loathing, uhh...I think that's it?

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: You Are The One I Waited For, I Knew It All Along

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I do not give permission/consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere.

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You keep your giggles quiet as you feel something tickling your toes.

Emmett.

‘Happy birthday,’ he smiles down at you after your eyes finally open.

This has been routine for the past three years now, and you can’t help but smile at the fact that you and Emmett have had each other to lean on. You wonder how something so beautiful came from such an ugly turn of events.

When Emmett found you, you were both wary of one another. He hadn’t meant to find you, and you hadn’t meant to find him. He stumbled across where you’d been hiding, searching for materials to stock up on. The second he found you hiding, you both pulled your guns on one another. While you were more than sure that he could see the fear in your eyes, you saw the emptiness and despair in his. Yet the longer he looked at you and the more you shook, the softer his features became.

He held a finger against his lips, a sign for you to be quiet, and slowly led you out of the closet. You warily grabbed the few of the things you had and followed him. You’re not sure why you followed him to this day.

“What were you doing there?” he asked softly, once you two had reached where he was hiding out, putting away the few supplies he was able to scrounge up on his trip.

“The same thing everyone else who’s alive is trying to do. Hiding.”

“That’s a terrible hiding spot.”

“It worked out just fine for me for the last two months.”

“Are you alone?”

Silence.

He turned around to see you standing there, eyes watering as you tried to look anywhere but at him.

You’d been alone for a year at the time. There hadn’t been anyone you’d confided in, and you didn’t find yourself wanting to know anyone. The last person in life died in your arms and you’d decided to keep to yourself from then on out. It just felt like the best idea; the safest in this world surrounded by danger.

“I don’t mean to be harsh, you just...that spot was dangerous. Even more so if you’re alone. Have a seat. Have you eaten today?”

“Don’t eat much,” you mumbled, taking a seat at his table, looking around the empty space. “I don’t hunt unless I have to.”

“I’ll get you something, just sit tight,” he told you softly. 

You looked around and saw the different drawings, a few pictures, and wondered how long it’d been since he lost everyone.

“Th-thank you,” you told him softly, pulling out a bottle of wine and setting it on the table.

Seemed like a pretty decent peace offering. 

“Where the hell did you get that?” he half smiled, coming over and picking up the bottle in admiration. 

“Some of it’s self made, others are from...before.”

“How old are you?”

“What’s the date?”

“October 31st.”

You smiled and shook your head, wiping away a few tears, “I’m 27 today.”

He offered a sympathetic smile, “happy birthday.”

And that’s how it started. You never intended on staying with him, and you’re more than sure he never meant to let you stay, but you both soon found that you enjoyed the company of each another. It’d been a long time since either of you had people in your lives, and it just felt nice to have someone around.

Even if you two didn’t say much to each other for the first few months.

Every once in a while, he’d hear you crying and sit by you, softly placing his hand over yours and you’d squeeze it softly. Other times, he’d have restless nights, tossing and turning for hours, and you’d just sit by him and take his hand until he felt at ease. In exchange of him getting food, you taught him how to make his own wine and vodka. You would share books, and every now and again you’d both go to the nearby falls together just to hear something.

This stayed a constant for months until he found you listening to your iPhone one day.

“How do you still have one of those?” he marveled, putting a plate of venison in front of you.

Deer was his specialty.

“My best friend figured out to make a battery one night,” you laughed softly. “She was drunk as shit, but real determined to make it work. She refused to lose all of the comforts from the way things used to be. It was the last gift she ever gave me. I’m not the best when it comes to things like that, so I try not to use it often. I don’t wanna end up breaking it and being fucked,” you finished with a scoff as you pressed ‘pause’ and set it aside.

“What’s special about today?”

“It’s Christmas Eve.”

“Explains why it’s so damn cold,” he muttered, and you laughed softly. “Anything good on there?”

“Depends on what your definition of good is,” you smirked, pouring the both of you a cup of wine. “Being a Jersey girl, there’s a lot of Springsteen on there-”

“You’re from Jersey?” he questioned before he realized he cut you off, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...”

“No, it’s okay. We’ve never talked about it. Um yeah, I was born and raised in New Jersey. My parents moved to Millbrook after I went off to college. I was here visiting when...when everything happened. Got stuck,” you chuckled humorlessly. “At least I don’t have to worry about paying off my college loans,” you muttered as you cut up your deer and Emmett laughed.

It was the first time you’d actually heard him laugh.

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[arxhslayer]

Kinds of Kisses pt. 2 (Carlisle Cullen x Reader)

Neck kisses

A/N: this fic is inspired by @futuremrsdrcullen's "I'm Always in This Twilight" series. All rights to the Twilight Saga go to Stephanie Meyer. This is also inspired by mushroom ravioli, which I'm having for dinner tonight.

WC: 533

CW: a tiny bit of swearing & a fair amount of kissing

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I had just about finished carefully chopping up the mushrooms for dinner when I heard Carlisle’s car pulling up the driveway. The rush of air behind me that soon followed indicated his presence. The rest of the Cullens were out for various reasons: Alice was with Bella, Edward was probably brooding in the forest, and Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper were out hunting.

“Hello love,” he greeted, wrapping his arms around me from behind, already having changed out of his work clothes. I’m still baffled by just how fast he is. “What are you making?”

Turning to look at him, I responded, “Mushroom ravioli. Bella’s coming over for dinner tonight and I remembered that she likes it. Figured it was my turn to try making Italian cuisine.”

“Is there anything you want help with?” he asked me. I shook my head, and placed a quick peck to his lips before going back to cutting. He hummed behind me, placing a gentle kiss to the crook of my neck as I asked, “So how was your shift at the hospital?”

He sighed, cool breath drifting over my shoulder. “It’s been worse.” “But it’s been better,” I said, filling in what he left unsaid. He nodded, and I gently pulled away to add the rest of the ingredients to the pan on the stove.

Carlisle continued, “We had the usual. Stomach pains, headache, that sort of thing. But there was also a car crash today.”

I made a mental note to call my dad later, and to send some food home with Bella.

“Luckily there were no fatalities, but the drivers involved both got pretty beat up. One of them had a couple passengers too, some kids.”

“Are they all going to be okay?” I asked as I moved back to him, putting my arms around his neck.

“They should all be fine. One of the drivers was rushed in for emergency surgery, and we’re keeping him at the hospital for a few days. But the family was able to be discharged quickly.” He smiled, hugging me back, but his golden eyes betrayed how tired he felt. The bruise-like marks underneath them seemed worse than usual too.

“I can reschedule dinner if you’d like, we can have a quiet night in. Or I can go over to my dad’s house to eat so you can go join Rosalie, Emmett, and Jasper.”

Chuckling, he replied, “Don’t reschedule. I’ll go out hunting later tonight, after Bella arrives.” He paused, pulling me closer so that our foreheads rested together. “I just want to be with you right now.” I leaned up to kiss him, but his eyes widened slightly as he turned towards the stove.

“Shit, the ravioli!” I spun to the stove, but Carlisle was already there, turning down the heat. Thankfully nothing was burned too badly, and I started to spoon the filling onto the pasta dough. Carlisle was behind me again, arms around my waist, holding me to him. He rested his chin on my shoulder, occasionally pressing kisses against my shoulder, neck, or jaw.

That’s how we spent the next hour, before cuddling on the couch and watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer until Bella arrived.

[scribefindegil]

Time Is Out Of Joint (Chapter 2/5)

Fandom: Back To The Future Words: 6,537

“You used to show up all the time,” the woman said. Her voice was rough. Strained. Quiet, but in a way that made the hairs on the back of Emmett’s neck stand on end. “Making a scene. Talking about how everything was wrong. How the world was broken.” She staggered forward and clutched at the shoulders of his jumpsuit with both hands, pinning him against the wall. Her breath was hot on his face and reeked of alcohol. And suddenly, as he stared into her narrowed eyes and felt a thirty-year-old memory click ponderously into place, Emmett recognized her. “Fix it,” snarled Lorraine.

[Read it on AO3]

Chapter 2 of my Hell Valley Doc and Lorraine team-up fic is up! Some discoveries are made, and the plot thickens.

Thanks to @astriiformes for his wonderful beta services!

[21stcenturywitchcraft]

THE WAY THIS IS CRIMINALLY STRAIGHT UP A PORN WITH THE 2 CHARACTERS I’VE EVER WANTED TO COMBINE

im combusting

𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻 | joel miller x reader x emmett

𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | the last thing you wanted to do was make emmett jealous, or question your loyalty to him; but as it turns out, he may be a little more supportive than you expected when he catches you looking at joel miller.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 | 7.1k

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | smut - 18+ only (threesome, established relationship, sharing/hotwife kink, daddy kink, oral m and f receiving, anal and DP, creampie, light choking, overstimulation/multiple orgasms, some very gentle/mild degradation, tons and tons of praise), implied age gap (not specified, obviously reader is an adult), takes place in the last of us universe but pretty much porn without plot lol so don't overthink it

In the last year of traveling with Emmett, you’d mostly avoided the QZs.  He said that the people there were cheats and liars at best— and that’s to say nothing of the corrupt military leaders that actually ran the place.  However, desperation puts people into positions they never expected to be. 

After all, you would’ve never imagined being with a man like him, though in this case you meant it in a good way— that you never thought someone as brave and resourceful as him would want somebody like you.

But, that said, you made yourself useful when you could.  The best thing you could offer was your medical knowledge, and you were always the one tending to Emmett after injuries or illness.  Still, he promised that he loved you for who you were, not what you could do for him.  He was shockingly gentle, and passionate, especially for someone who had been forced to be rather ruthless to survive in this new world.

So, while you had been avoiding the quarantined areas and sticking to abandoned strips of forest and city, a lack of food out there forced you to venture to Boston— or, what was left of it.

Fortunately, you'd found more hospitality here than you expected.  Maybe it was just pity— and wanting some more of that ammo Emmett had sold him— but a man named Joel Miller had given you a place to stay and helped you earn some rations here so you could finally eat.  He reminded you of Emmett in some ways: stoic, hardworking, and generous beneath that hardened exterior.  But Emmett had become much more sensitive and open with you in your time together, and Joel was all but a stranger.  Sometimes he was so stern that he almost seemed irritated with you, but he kept letting you and Emmett stay, so he must not have been too annoyed by you.

And, you helped him how you could— like when he was in yours and Emmett’s room, sitting in the chair and talking to Emmett about something to do with tomorrow’s open jobs, and you noticed a cut across his palm.

“I-I can help with that,” you offered softly, motioning to the injury.  “Do you want me to bandage it for you?”

“It’s not that bad,” Joel shook his head.

“It’s easier to clean it now than worry about an infection later,” you reminded him.

Though he seemed a little tense, glancing at Emmett for a moment, he relented with a nod.  You smiled lightly as you stepped forward and knelt by Joel’s feet, picking up his hand and examining the cut.

Once you figured what it needed, you quickly hopped up to rifle through your bag, bringing back a disinfectant wipe and a roll of gauze.  Holding his hand open— and feeling a little flustered from touching his warm, rough skin— you carefully wiped up the cut.  “Does it hurt at all?” you asked him.

“Not too bad,” he replied lowly.

“You should see Emmett when I’ve gotta wrap him up,” you giggled, “he always acts like what I’m doing hurts more than when he actually got the injury in the first place.”

“Hey,” Emmett warned you in a stern voice, but you smiled up at Joel who returned with a small smirk.

“Alright, all better,” you hummed as you finished bandaging Joel.  “Let me know if it’s hurting you too much, that’s a bad sign.  Don’t just ignore it and act tough, okay?”

Joel seemed a little uncomfortable— if not sort of amused by— taking orders from you, but he nodded.  “I’ll let y’all get to bed now,” he decided as he stood up.  “Sleep well.  Lot of work to be done in the morning.”

“G’night,” Emmett offered him with a nod.

You felt a little strange, him standing up fully while you were still on your knees on the floor.  “Goodnight, Joel,” you said, your voice sounding sweeter and girlier than you intended.  Your face felt warm— you worried Emmett had noticed the change in your voice, too, but would he think much of it if he had?  

Thankfully, he didn’t say anything about it that night, simply pulling you close when you got into bed, burying his face in your neck.

But the next night, that was a different story.  You weren’t actually going to sleep yet, even though it was late enough for it— he’d already changed into an old t-shirt and pajama pants, while you were still in your dress, but he’d laid back on top of the sheets and patted the bed, silently asking you to join him.  You smiled and obeyed, of course, leaving the lamp on as you slipped in by his side.

Emmett held you gently, rubbing your back as you laid your head on his chest.  “You’re not too tired, are you?” he asked quietly.

For what? you wondered, but just shook your head instead.

“We can stay up a little longer,” he decided.  “Didn’t get a chance to hold you all day.”

“Yeah,” you sighed wistfully, nuzzling in more as you squeezed his torso a bit.

“Or talk to you much,” he continued.

“Was there something you wanted to talk about?” you asked, looking up at him from your head’s happy place on his shoulder.

“Just something I noticed,” Emmett replied, looking back at you sweetly as he brushed your hair aside with his fingers.  "I think you've got a crush on Joel."

You froze, face getting warm in an instant.  "I-I only want you, Emmett, I swear— you know I would never—"

"Shh, shh," he soothed as he chuckled a little, "it's okay, baby.  I'm not angry with you… you're not doin' anything wrong."

"Really?" you asked nervously, and he nodded.  "I thought you might be jealous…"

He shook his head and laughed a little.

"I-I just think he's handsome," you explained, "and sort of nice— but that's really it!"

"It's alright, baby," he purred, "cause you know something?  I was talking to him earlier today, and he wants you too."

Your sat up and your eyes went wide as you tried to imagine that conversation.  You could hardly believe that that was true, let alone that Joel has admitted it to Emmett… or had Joel approached Emmett about it, asking for a night with you?  Oh god, your head already hurt trying to wrap itself around this…

"I know how hard it is to keep a naughty little thing like you satisfied," Emmett explained with a smirk, sitting up with you and speaking softly beside your ear.  “I'm willing to bring in a little… outside help."

Just then, the door opened slowly and Joel stepped inside.  You watched him, totally unsure how to feel, as he shut the door behind himself, and then his eyes met yours.

"C'mere," Emmett offered to Joel, patting the bed beside you two.  "No need to be shy, Miller."

You watched as Joel took a seat on the bed, and you looked at Emmett as you lowered your voice.  "You don't have to do this for me," you promised him softly.  "You know I love you— I only need you—"

"It's okay," he soothed as he pet your face.  "I told you, I'm not angry.  I want you to do this."

"You… want me to?"

"If you want it," Emmett replied.

You shivered as Joel leaned forward a bit, reaching out to gently rub up and down your leg.  "What do you think, princess?" he asked softly.  "Don't worry, you're not gonna hurt my feelings if you say you don't wanna—"

"I want to," you admitted quickly, afraid to lose your courage if you waited any longer to say it.

Both men smiled at you as you looked back and forth between them; Joel's warm brown eyes against Emmett's steely blue ones… they were so similar, and so opposite, in so many impossible ways.

Without saying anything, Joel suddenly lifted your chin and guided you into a kiss.

You felt strange kissing someone other than Emmett, something you hadn't done in quite some time.  Joel's lips weren't as soft as Emmett's, and his kiss wasn't as gentle; he moved his hand to the back of your neck to hold you close, gently pressing his tongue into your mouth.  It wasn't too aggressive or anything, but it was certainly quite forward.  Emmett's hands were still on you, gently rubbing your back, and you reached back to find and hold one just as your other arm wrapped around Joel's broad shoulders.

Joel made you gasp by breaking away to kiss at your neck instead; you squeezed Emmett's hand slightly.  "Fuck, she sounds so pretty," Joel noticed when you moaned at his teeth teasing your pulse.

"Yeah," Emmett agreed.  "She can get loud, too, so let's just hope she doesn't wake anybody up…"

Joel pulled your hand away from Emmett's and guided it to the bulge in his jeans; you sighed as you felt it, a hot feeling stirring in your chest.  "See how you got me all worked up already?" he scolded you playfully.  "C'mon and take it out for me."

Your hands were shaking more than you realized when you brought them to unfasten his belt… it felt new, and exhilarating, and a little scary as well, to be with someone new after so long.  But you remembered when it was new with Emmett and it felt like this, exciting and weird and wonderful all at the same time.  But you'd known Emmett longer before anything happened between you— you'd only met Joel a few days ago.

Joel exhaled sharply through his nose when you reached into his boxers and wrapped your fingers around his erection.  It was so hot to the touch, you were worried your fingers felt cold to him, but he didn't seem to mind much.  You shuddered as you released it from the fabric, your mouth falling slack and your hand instinctively beginning to stroke it gently.

Joel's cock wasn't as long as Emmett's, but it was thicker, with a slight curve to one side.  Regardless of exactly what it looked like, you were just amazed to see and stroke another cock but Emmett's— it had been so long, and you hadn't been with all too many people before Emmett anyways.

"Show him what you can do, baby," Emmett encouraged in a low voice, and you nodded as you leaned down to capture Joel's cock between your lips. 

He hummed as you licked and sucked the tip, swirling your tongue over the head.  But he groaned aloud when you dipped lower and took as much as you could into your mouth, letting the tip of his cock bump into the back of your throat.

Then you set your pace, hollowing your cheeks and slowly moving up and down on his length.  Your jaw ached slightly already and you'd only just started.

You felt Joel's hand on the back of your head, not pushing you down but just guiding you in your movements.

"Mm," Joel praised with a grunt.  "Your girl's got a sweet fuckin' mouth, Emmett…"

"Yeah," he agreed, "and she loves using it— gets her so wet, feel it."

You whimpered slightly as Joel reached back over you and pulled up your dress, slipping a hand inside your panties.  His fingers curled through your lips, even toying with your swollen clit for a moment, and you moaned around the thick cock in your mouth.

"Damn," Joel chuckled, "she's soaked."

You broke away from Joel and turned around, looking at Emmett expectantly as you sat on the bed.  "Can I suck you too?  Please?"

Joel chuckled a little as Emmett nodded, letting you pull his pajama pants down as his hard cock bounced free.  It was nice to get back to what you knew for a moment, and you didn't hesitate at all to take hold of him and lick a long stripe up his shaft.

Joel took the opportunity while you were facing away from him to toss up your dress and pull your panties down; he purred at the way the fabric stuck to your pussy, peeling off slowly with all the wetness there.  "Fuckin' gorgeous," Joel groaned as he got a good look at it.  

Two thick fingers rubbed over your clit until your toes curled; putting your head down in Emmett's lap to suck him sort of forced your hips up, nearly at eye-level with Joel, and feeling him explore you so gently made you feel exposed in the best way.

He slid one finger into your hole, just one, and you clenched down on him.  "Damn," Joel groaned.  "I don't know how you find the energy to do anything but fill this pretty little pussy of hers, Emmett."

But Emmett wasn't really paying attention to him— he was watching you with heavy eyes and a slack mouth, petting your hair as you bobbed your head on his cock.

"Just like that," Emmett praised you quietly.  When you moaned around him in response, it turned into a muffled cry as Joel suddenly took his finger out of you and replaced it with his tongue.  His hands held your ass and kept you spread wide for him, burying his face in your pussy and tasting everything his tongue could reach… which was a lot.  Your whole body quivered when he licked a long stripe up from the base of your clit all the way up, higher and higher, even running over that hole as you shuddered.  

Your moans vibrated through Emmett's cock and his hand in your hair tightened into a fist and tugged on you a bit.  "Fuck," Joel moaned against your soaking folds, "tastes even better than it looks."

"Feels even better than it tastes," Emmett promised with a smile, though he snarled as he pulled your head off of him by your hair and guided you into a rough, dominating kiss.  He all but threw you back towards Joel, and you were sort of dazed and moving on instinct as Joel turned you around to face him.

But as you leaned down to suck Joel's cock again, he stopped you with a hand around your neck.  "Taste yourself first," he ordered before he kissed you, diving his tongue right into your open mouth as you whined at the tangy flavor of your arousal coating his lips.  

He pulled you back from the kiss with a growl, holding your hair and examining your face— you must have looked fucked out already, panting through your mouth and looking at him as you waited for your next instruction.

“Was she always this desperate?” Joel asked Emmett, though he was still looking at you. “Or did you train her?”

“A little of column A, a little of column B,” Emmett replied with a light chuckle.

He shoved your head back down into his lap, guiding his cock to your waiting lips and groaning when you swallowed it down.  “Good fucking girl,” he praised.  “So fuckin’ dirty— damn, that tongue…”

You gagged harder on Joel’s cock when you felt Emmett toying with your clit, teasing you with slow and delicate circles that made your toes curl.  “Wanna fuck her?” Emmett asked Joel simply; your hole pulsed in anticipation.  The way they talked over you, like you weren’t even there, was sort of irritating: but it made you so desperate, and you couldn’t even figure out why.

Joel just laughed.  “Are you kidding?” he wondered.

It was Emmett’s hand that pulled you off of Joel’s cock, but Joel grabbed your neck— not too tightly, just enough to make you let a whimper out of your open mouth— and flared his nostrils as he stared closely at your face.

“Get on your hands and knees for me,” he ordered firmly, and you nodded right away.  They both let you go and you took the position, feeling a little shy again suddenly— like you had any right to be shy now.  You faced Emmett, your hands on either side of his lap as he sat up on the bed, and he reached up to hold your face as you heard Joel get up and kneel behind you.

He teased you by running the head through your folds a few times, your lip catching between your teeth as the tip bumped against your swollen clit.  Emmett studied your face closely, watching your mouth go slack and your brows knit together as Joel pushed just barely inside you.

And then you cried out, far too loud, because he shoved the rest of the way in at once.  "Shit," Joel hissed, "fuckin' tight little thing.  Fuck."

You could feel his gaze on your hole, no doubt watching himself split you open so wide, when his hands spread your ass open again for a better view.

“Prettiest fuckin’ pussy,” Joel awarded it with a sigh.  “Fuck, feel how good you fuckin’ take that?  Feel how easy this big cock slides right into ya?  Such a sweet little girl…”

Easy was one way to describe it— and yes, you were wet enough that he hardly had any resistance— but it felt like too much to really be easy.  You fluttered your eyes open, not even noticing that you’d shut them, and found Emmett’s gaze still on you.  How was it possible that he was looking at you with so much pride in his eyes?  You bit your lip and returned his stare, whimpering each time Joel thrusted roughly into you.  

"How's it feel, baby?" Emmett asked you as he gently stroked your cheek.

You choked a little, not sure you could find the words for it.  "Different," you managed to blurt out, and both men chuckled a little.

"Yeah, bet it is different," Joel agreed, "don't think I'm gonna be as sweet with'ya as your old man here usually is."

Well, fair enough: Joel wasn't in love with you, so why should he treat you the same?  Actually, your thighs shook a little as you thought about that… Joel just wanted to use you, fuck you like a toy and toss you back to Emmett when he was done.  It should've been demeaning, but it made your back arch a little deeper.

"Yeah, fuck," Joel praised, "she likes that.  Wants me to fuck her harder, I can tell."

“Then do it,” Emmett instructed him.

Joel gripped your hips tightly and slammed into you, making you choke on your own cry.  “F-fuck—” you stammered, suddenly gripping Emmett’s shoulders for stability.

“God,” Joel choked behind you; you could feel the bandage you’d given him as his hands held onto your hips, keeping you steady so he could pump into you as hard and fast as he liked.

You whined and dropped your head on Emmett’s shoulder, hearing him gently soothe you as each thrust rocked you forward into him.  “Takin’ it so well,” he praised softly, “that’s my girl…”

Emmett started to push your dress down your arms and chest, exposing your tits for his big hands to rub slowly; Joel reached around and felt them too— and four hands on you felt like more than you could keep track of.  A hand running up your thighs, squeezing your ass, teasing your tits, even wrapping around your throat and threatening to tighten… you were overwhelmed, in the best way.

"God, she's so perfect," Joel breathed.  "Can't believe you let me borrow her."

"Just don't come inside her," Emmett instructed, "that's just for me."

"Fuck, I don't mind," Joel grunted, "think I'll like painting that pretty face…"

“She swallows, too,” Emmett smiled, “if you like that.”

“Like it?  Fuck,” Joel laughed, “that’s fucking hot.”

“E-Emmett,” you whimpered in protest, “I never… I’ve never done that for anybody but you…”

“Well, it’s not so different for anybody else,” Emmett assured you with a chuckle.  “You’ll swallow his come if I tell you to, won’tcha?”

You bit your lip and nodded.

“Good girl.”

That was all you really wanted— to be good for him.  And you felt your chest fill with pride knowing he was happy with you now, even if you’d never expected this to make him happy.  He could be very protective of you, and you assumed he would never want another man to lay a hand on you— he’d killed men for less, actually.  But you realized that there was a massive difference: those men had threatened to hurt you, had scared you, had tried to take you from him.  Joel was the first man other than Emmett that you’d trusted, let alone shown any interest in.  Emmett was too busy fighting off creeps to mention that he didn’t actually mind good guys getting a chance with you, apparently.

Joel kneaded a handful of your ass roughly, and you whimpered when you felt one of his fingertips start to rub gently against your other hole.  “What about this hole?” he asked with a groan.  “This just for you, too?”

Emmett grinned a bit.  “She’s only done that a few times… what do you think, baby, wanna let Joel try your ass?”

It was already quite an ordeal to get Emmett to fit in there, and you whined just imagining Joel trying to fit that thick cock in your ass— “Oh my god, she just got so fucking wet,” Joel noticed.  Clearly, imagining it was having some effect on you.  “Think she wants it— don’t ya, sweet girl?”

Though your cheeks burned with shame, you nodded, and both men chuckled darkly.  “Warm her up first,” Emmett suggested.

“Of course,” Joel agreed, “wouldn’t wanna break your toy.”

You moaned just from him saying that, before he’d even started to gently press his finger inside you.  He spit right down onto it as he slid the digit inside, making you clench around him— both ways.  He hummed lowly, twisting and curling the finger into you, still fucking your pussy (though slower than before, thank god).

You gasped as a second finger carefully slid in, almost pushing you too far and making you wince slightly— but Emmett soothed you and kissed the side of your face, rubbing your back to help keep you relaxed.  “You can take it,” Emmett promised, “be my good girl, okay?  Let him get you ready.”

You nodded and clung tighter to Emmett, moaning when Joel twisted his fingers around and even curled them a bit inside you.  “Not too much, is it?” Joel wondered when you whined loudly.

“No, she’s tougher than she looks,” Emmett answered— you sort of thought that question was for you, but you were too desperate to answer properly anyways.

Joel could pump those fingers in and out of you now, picking up the pace slightly to match the way he thrust his cock into your cunt, but when he tried to spread them a little wider he didn’t have much luck.  “Still too tight, I think,” Joel noticed with a laugh.  “Y’sure she can get stretched out enough for it?”

“Yeah,” Emmett promised, “I can help, hold on—”

He brought two fingers to your open mouth; you sucked on them instinctively, shutting your eyes and moving your head forward to swallow them as deep as you could.  What Joel said before suddenly made sense— he really did have you trained.

You bobbed and suckled on Emmett’s long fingers, hearing him whisper his praises to you before he suddenly pulled them out— your open mouth chased after them for a second, and Joel seemed to notice with a small, condescending laugh— and reached over your back, pushing the slick fingers into your hole right beside Joel’s.

“Fuck!” you yelped at the feeling, legs shaking as you realized you’d never been this full: a cock and four fingers, it was more than you’d ever imagined.

Joel groaned a little, picking up the pace of his thrusts into your pussy again, and you did your best to breathe steady as those fingers pumped in and out of you.  You couldn’t deny the way it turned you on— none of you could, you could hear it as Joel fucked you slowly.  “She’s fuckin’ dripping, Emmett,” Joel noticed with a sigh, “she really likes this little ass played with, huh?”

Emmett laughed and nodded in agreement.  “She likes doing what she’s told,” he clarified.

“Such a good little slut,” Joel praised, and you whimpered before Emmett kissed you again.

They continued that way until you worried you’d start begging for a cock in your ass if they made you wait anymore— thankfully, they didn’t make you embarrass yourself like that, Emmett felt with his fingers and saw in your eyes that you were ready.  Pulling his fingers out of you, he glanced at Joel behind you: “Go ahead,” he offered simply.

Joel’s fingers left your ass, too, and you felt empty there but different— when his cock slipped from your cunt, you gasped a little at having nothing inside you for the first time in a while, and you glanced back at him.  “Yeah,” Joel encouraged, “keep lookin’ back at me while I put my cock in your ass.”

You felt a little awkward doing that, but you did it anyways, biting your lip as he met your gaze and lined up his thick head with your stretched ass.  He was still soaked from being in your pussy, and your ass was pretty much dripping with spit now, so he didn’t have too much trouble pushing into your puckered hole— but it was still tight, and you still winced (but kept your eyes on him, of course).

Even with all that prep, you shuddered and whined as Joel slowly slid into your ass— he savored every inch, licking his lips and groaning as he stretched you wider and wider.  He seemed to just get thicker, even at the very base of him, and your eyes rolled back when he was seated in you all the way.  And then he punched his hips just that little bit more, apparently intent on burying himself in you as far as humanly possible; you gasped and hugged Emmett tighter, turning your head towards him again but shutting your eyes tight from the sting of the stretch.  

“God fucking damn,” Joel moaned, digging his fingers into the skin of your hips, clearly trying to control himself.  “Fuck, Emmett, you’ve really got yourself such a perfect little fucktoy— where’d you find her?”

Emmett smiled wide, stroking your hair and looking at your face— painted with filthy pleasure— tenderly.  “She found me,” he answered.  “Still got no fuckin’ idea how I got so lucky.”

Joel started to move, making you tighten your hands into weak fists, and set a careful pace that gave you some time to adjust… even if not quite as much as you would’ve wanted.

A sudden, sharp thrust nearly knocked you forward— thankfully Emmett was there to catch you— and you moaned loudly.  Emmett laid down slightly, letting you lay on top of him and hide your face in his chest.  “That’s my girl,” he praised quietly.

As Joel’s movements sped up a little more, he sighed, seeming to find a comfortable pace (for him, at least) as you forced yourself not to tense up: it didn’t hurt, but it was certainly an intense feeling, especially when you felt Joel’s heavy balls slap against your dripping pussy.

"This'll be better than coming on your face," Joel grinned.  "Filling up this tight ass, fuck, you're so dirty, baby…"

You felt someone move your hips down a bit, changing the angle of it all, but you were too lost in it to even know who it was.  Emmett kissed your neck, teeth teasing your pulse, and you whined— you would beg him to bite you and leave a mark that everyone could see, if you could speak at all right now.

Your legs ended up straddling Emmett’s lap, and you gasped when you felt his cock press against your pussy— you'd been too distracted to even notice him taking it out— and he cooed at you sweetly.  "You can take both, right?" he asked quietly.  "You've always got room for me, don't you?"

Though you were still intimidated by the idea, you nodded as you bit your lip.

"That's my girl," Emmett praised, grabbing your hips and pulling you down onto his cock.

You almost screamed at the feeling of being so full, digging your fingers into Emmett’s shoulders.  He looked up at you with eager eyes, watching you struggle to take them both— but you eventually relaxed enough to sink down and fit them both to the hilt.

“Good fucking girl,” Joel praised with a groan, holding on tight to your hips as he started to move again slowly— as for Emmett, his hands moved from your waist to your head to guide you into a sloppy, needy kiss.

Your moans were loud yet weak, your shaky hands clutching at Emmett desperately as they both pumped into you.  Joel seemed almost overwhelmed by it, too, leaning down over you, growling and biting at your neck and shoulder. 

“F-fuck, dunno how long I can last like this,” Joel admitted, “so fucking tight…”

You jumped slightly when one of Joel's rough hands reached around your hips and slid down to your clit, rubbing at the bud until you jerked back from the sudden intense sensation.

"Just wanna feel you come first, princess," he explained with a purr.

“A-ah, fuck,” you whimpered, shaking all over as you tried to process all that you were feeling.  They moved you around how they wanted you, and at some point Emmett was sitting up and holding you in his lap while Joel kept thrusting into your ass from behind while holding your shoulder— how were you supposed to keep track of all the anatomy of this, while you had two big cocks stretching you open and Joel’s rough, experienced fingers on your clit.

Emmett moaned against your skin as he kept sucking on your neck, meanwhile Joel was speaking gruffly by your ear, sending chills up your spine.  “Can you come, princess?” he asked darkly.  “‘Round both our cocks?”

“Yes,” you admitted in a gasp, “fuck— Emmett, can I come?”

He smiled against your neck; “Of course, babydoll,” he breathed.  “Let’s show Joel how much you love bein’ fucked like a whore.”

You wrapped your arms around Emmett’s neck, dropping your head limply back on Joel’s shoulder as the feeling washed over you: you tightened up everywhere, inside and out, and they both groaned as they watched you give in to ecstasy.  You weren’t even sure whose hands were where anymore, but they were everywhere, and even through your exhaustion you felt desperation guide your hips to move on their own— chasing an even higher pleasure.

“Fuck,” Joel grunted as he watched you go, his own thrusts getting faster and rougher.  “Fuck, that’s so cute.”

You didn’t expect him to describe you like that in a time like this, and you whimpered as your walls flexed again.  You could tell Joel was getting a little desperate himself, that bandaged hand giving your clit a break and holding your hip tightly instead.  “Come in her ass, Joel,” Emmett ordered with a sigh, staring at your face with heavy eyes, “she’s ready.”

He did it pretty much instantly, groaning lowly and tossing his head back with a sharp breath in through his teeth; you felt him flexing, and it stretched your tighter hole even just that much more.  You whined softly at the feeling, hearing distantly little praises from Emmett, and finally Joel finished and pulled out of you with a little hiss.

It was less of a relief than you expected— your ass was still stretched and sore, and Emmett was still so deep inside you… and then, a moment later, you felt that hot trickle out of your used hole.  You felt filthy with Joel’s come running out of you like that, tickling your inner thigh as it dribbled down— but the way Emmett was looking at you seemed to remove any sense of shame you had left.

"God, look how beautiful you are," Emmett grunted as he guided you to move faster in his lap, "men just can't help it with you, can they?  Bet every guy in this town wants you, bet they're all thinking about having you to themselves— but you're mine, huh?  My girl?"

"Yes," you sobbed, "yes, I'm yours— all yours, Emmett, always—"

"Gonna show Joel whose girl you are," Emmett promised with a growl.  "Gonna get this pussy nice and full how you like it."

"Yes," you said again, a needy groan this time— the tip of his cock was hitting so deep inside you that you could hardly breathe, yet you only wanted more.  "Yes, please, please— come in me, daddy."

"Damn," Joel laughed, "she is dirty."

Emmett grinned.  "Only gets that way when she's real desperate.  Needs her daddy's come so bad…"

“Please,” you begged shakily, feeling him pull you closer and start to buck his hips up into you faster; he was breathing roughly, quickly, and you knew that he was getting close, but he had a habit of holding back until he absolutely couldn’t take it anymore just so he could watch you like this for as long as possible.  

Apparently unsatisfied with the speed and control he could reach with you on top of him, Emmett pushed you back down onto the bed, holding your legs and fucking you hard and fast— you cried out, arching your back as his hands slid up to hold your waist.

You gasped loudly when Joel unexpectedly leaned down and sucked on one of your tits; your back arched even further towards it, and you heard him moan against your skin as his tongue circled the hardened bud.  Emmett's mouth suddenly found the other one, without his pace slowing down at all, and you could've screamed right then.  You hadn't realized how sensitive they would be, and never in your life had you had both sucked on at once— it was so overwhelming, it was making jolts of white hot pleasure burst inside you, and fuck Emmett’s cock was filling you just right, hitting that perfect spot—

"I'm coming," you sobbed, "f-fuck, daddy, I'm coming—"

Emmett groaned loudly, his mouth falling slack around your breast as hot breaths fanned your skin.  You felt him starting to flex inside you, and you moaned louder knowing he was filling you so deep.  His grunts were in time with his deep, hard thrusts into you, and you went numb and tingly all over as the orgasm seemed to drain everything out of you.

Finally, he slowed to a stop, moving up to kiss you slow and sweet— both of you breathing heavily against each other, your shaky fingers reaching up to hold his face and run through his hair.

He broke away and sat up with a sigh; you wanted to kiss him longer, but you were too exhausted to even complain, simply relaxing against the bed and almost wincing when he pulled out of your sore cunt.

Emmett sat back and tugged your limp form up a bit, cradling you as he held your back to his chest.  “Oh, look at that,” he whispered just beside your ear, reaching down to rub your thigh, “all’a my come running out of you… both holes nice and full just how you need… so fuckin’ pretty, baby, my pretty little girl…”

You just whimpered sleepily, soaking in the warmth of Emmett’s embrace.

"Why don't you taste her now, Joel?" Emmett suddenly offered him with a smirk.  

Before you could process that idea, Emmett was holding your legs open while Joel dived down between them.  You whimpered as Joel licked up through your folds, your whole body getting hot at the thought of Joel tasting you and Emmett.  He really didn't mind doing that with another man's come?  The idea that he might just be that insatiable for you…

He suddenly latched on to your clit and sucked hard, making you yelp and buck your hips— but Joel and Emmett were both holding onto you tight, keeping you steady as your body shook uncontrollably.

"Oh, that's it's," Emmett praised, "let him taste you, baby— let Joel lick that pretty pussy, okay?"

"F-fuck— s'really sensitive—" you choked out.

Emmett held you tighter, both hands groping your breasts and his fingertips gently toying with your nipples.  “Bein’ so good for me,” he praised in a low, rough voice.  “So fuckin’ pretty when you’re getting your pussy ate, babydoll— never get to appreciate it ‘cause I’m too busy doin’ it.  But you look so fuckin’ cute like this…”

Your back arched, pushing your shoulders against Emmett's chest as he held you, and he trailed gentle kisses along your shoulder and up your neck. 

"Gonna come, huh?" he noticed, pinching your nipples harder until you whined.  "It's okay, baby, let Joel make you come.  Just one more and you can rest…"

“C-can’t,” you choked, “can’t come anymore—”

“Shh, you can,” Emmett promised.  “You can show Joel how good you are for me, huh?  You can come when I tell you to.”

“Fuck,” you sobbed, grabbing onto Emmett’s hand tightly— though your other hand gripped a handful of Joel’s salt-and-pepper hair, making him look up at you with those dark brown eyes…

“Mhm, you can do it,” Emmett continued, squeezing your hand in encouragement.  “Put your tongue inside her, Joel.”

You shuddered and quaked when Joel obeyed, the most filthy sounds filling the room while Joel lapped and sucked at your leaking pussy.  Emmett’s hand— the one you weren’t holding onto for dear life— groped your tits roughly, pinching your nipples hard enough to make you buck your hips against Joel’s face, but Joel still had that iron-tight grip on your hips to keep you where he needed you.

Joel was moaning lowly against your skin, focusing his tongue attention back on your clit— from teasing little circles around it to hard, rough licks right over it.  This time, when he went back to sucking on the nub harder than ever, you knew you couldn’t hold it back anymore.  “Fuck, Joel!” you screamed, making him groan darkly again.  “I’m gonna come!”

Emmett dragged his teeth over the shell of your ear, laughing softly yet wickedly.  “You’re sayin’ his name now?” he noticed.  “You’re not coming for him, baby, you’re coming for me.  Because I told you to.  Yes?”

“Yes, yes,” you promised, chanting it mindlessly.  “Yours, Emmett— fuck, I’m yours, you know I am.  Only yours.”

His hand moved from your breast to your face, turning it far enough to look at him— those eyes were boring into you, and you whimpered with your lip between your teeth as you hoped you hadn’t disappointed him.  “Say it again,” he demanded.

“Yours,” you repeated as you looked into his eyes— even though your imminent orgasm made it harder and harder to keep your eyes open.  “I’m yours, daddy.”

He grabbed your jaw and kissed you hard, his tongue keeping your mouth wide open; he swallowed every moan as you came, moaning himself like he could taste your pleasure in the kiss, holding your hand tighter than ever. 

Joel kept eating you out even when your whole body was shaking, even when your weak little hand was trying to push his head away— he only stopped when Emmett’s hand joined yours, just one touch and Joel lifted his head and sighed.

Emmett guided your hand back up to his face, and you held it (with what little strength you had) as you kept kissing him… though the kiss changed, it went from rough and hungry to soft and slow and gentle.

He stopped kissing you just enough to speak, his thumb petting your cheek so you would open your eyes.  “You did so good for me, babydoll,” he cooed under his breath.

Knowing you had finally done everything he wanted, you melted limply into Emmett’s arms, who chuckled a little at your exhaustion.  

“Looks like you really wore her out, Miller.”

“You did, too,” Joel returned.  “Besides, at that age, I’m guessin’ she’ll be raring to go again by the end of the hour.”

Emmett snorted.  “I can get her begging in five minutes,” he countered.

“Please— m’too tired,” you whimpered, cuddling up tighter against Emmett— but his hand was already snaking up your thigh, teasing further between your legs.

“Too tired, huh?” he taunted quietly, petting closer to your sore pussy until your legs spread naturally to let him touch where he wanted.  “Good girl.”

Two fingers delicately teased you, circling around your clit but never quit reaching it— until you were rocking your hips up to try to find some attention in the right spot.

When he did touch your clit, ever so gently, you shivered and mumbled his name; your eyes still closed, you hid your face in his neck and began to shamelessly rock against his fingers.  He teased your opening, making it apparent how wet you still were, but never dipped inside no matter how hard you tried to tempt him to.

“Please,” you whispered, too desperate to feel guilty for it at all, “Emmett, I need—”

“Jesus,” Joel laughed, “didn’t take long at all, did it?”

“Nope,” Emmett agreed.

“So fuckin’ needy,” Joel groaned.

“Yep,” Emmett responded simply again.  “Tell us what you need, babydoll…”

“I…I need…” you mumbled, face getting warm.  “Need to be full…”

“With what?” Joel pressed.

“Um…” you stalled, nervous to admit it but knowing they wouldn’t rest until you did.  “With a… a cock.”

Emmett snorted.  “Any cock?” he wondered.

“W-well, I figured one of you two—”

They both laughed a little, and you felt silly but your walls tightened against themselves.  “We’re not young like you, sweetpea— it’s not that easy,” Joel explained.  “Gonna need a little more patience…”

“But— but you got me all worked up!” you whined.  “You did that on purpose…”

“Yeah,” Emmett admitted with a purr, “yeah, baby, I did that on purpose.”

You pouted a bit.  “You’re mean sometimes…”

“Mhm,” he agreed with a soft laugh, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Joel.  “How long will it take you to get hard again?”

“Not that long,” Joel answered, “if she puts that mouth to good use.”

Emmett helped you sit up, patting your back encouragingly.  “Go ahead, baby, you know what to do…”

As you crawled towards where Joel knelt on the bed, still totally dazed and exhausted, you realized that tonight was far from over— and that tonight may not be all that Emmett had in store for you.

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Ficmas24 Day 5: STL AU Part 1

Just a quick note: we've just discovered a tick on my dog, so we're headed to the emergency vet. For this reason, today's fic will be a 2-parter because I ran out of time to edit.

This is an STL AU, where Maria never goes to Calgary, so Mary-Alice never leaves, and James manages to pique Jasper's conscience Just something a little bit wholesome for the holiday season. I hope you enjoy!

The air still tastes the same down in Mexico. Hot, laced with salt and sand and a coppery edge courtesy of the Wars. He’s not sure that humans would even know what it was. 

But it was a beacon for any va

mpire in the area - a warning and an invitation, all wrapped up together.

(He doesn’t miss it. Once upon a time, he thought he would. He thought he would long for that rotten house, and the vicious pleasure of fighting and killing and winning. That he would cling tight to the civility of the Cullen family with everything he had because the lure of turning back and going home again would constantly whisper in his ear. The blood whispers and lures him, but the South? The wars? Maria? Not even once.)

Emmett looks at him silently. It’s just the two of them right now - Rose is back in San Antonio, furious with them both. But it was the smart move to leave her there; Jasper doesn’t want Rosalie anywhere near any armies or scouts. He didn’t even want her to come down to Texas but it was, apparently, non-negotiable. 

(“It’s about a fifty-fifty split,” Emmett had admitted, rubbing his neck. “Fifty-percent making sure you get out alive and don’t get any dumbass ideas about staying. And… fifty-percent to piss off Ed. Well, maybe forty-nine percent. Pretty sure she’s more worried about you than annoyed at Edward but she won’t admit that.”)

The ground crunches underneath his boots, and he’s almost expecting his old - younger - self to come slinking out, ready to kill without a second thought or even breaking his stride. Perhaps even shadowed by dirty, bloody-eyed newborns. 

(He shouldn’t have come.)

“What’s the plan?” Emmett’s voice is serious and quiet, waiting for direction. And it jars him back into reality - Emmett should not be here. This is not a place his brother should ever set foot. He feels foolish and cruel to have brought him along. He should have left Emmett with Rose.  

He wants to tell Emmett to go back to San Antonio; get the fuck out of all the territory that Maria doesn’t hold anymore. Or even just to wait by the car. That he was Major Whitlock of Monterrey, and he can walk this graveyard alone. 

Except…

“Peter said the place was gone, but I wanted to see for myself,” he says, swallowing hard. “We need to go down to San Fernando to find them. I just… wanted to see the old place.”

“You want company?” Somehow, Emmett always knows the right thing to say. He nods once, and they walk in silence. 

(The gravel under their boots crunches like the bones he knows are buried beneath them. It doesn’t take long to find what remains of his past, and he’s mostly surprised at how small the farm was. Is. The shell of the old mansion is little more than the stoop of an old spine cradling what remains of the burnt ruins. The ground is stained black, underneath the weight of vines and plants that are swallowing the place whole, but most of the debris has long since disintegrated into ash and blown away.)

There’s not much to see, truly. Peter had mentioned that Maria had burnt everything before she’d left; refusing to leave even the ghost of an advantage when she was being forced out. 

There are only shells of buildings - the barn is long gone, as are most of the other outbuildings. The few identifiable items - a bucket, a chair, an old picture frame with only a single determined shard of scratched and cracked glass clinging on - are scattered throughout the ground and long grass, and won’t be around much longer. 

A rotting wooden pillar at the edge of the farm is still standing, with some scraps of ragged fabric - indistinguishable, and some little more than threads - clinging on valiantly. Jasper remembers when they were strung - scraps of clothing from newborns fallen in battle that the survivors would bring back. A memorial for people who wouldn’t be remembered beyond the week’s end. A reminder of what happened if you were too slow. A crude list of the dead, for anyone looking for an absent ally or lover once the pieces were burned. 

Carlisle warned him, once, that you can’t go home again. And he’s never really understood that until right now. Home is - was - a nebulous concept. There hasn’t ever been a time when he thought of the Monterrey mansion as ‘home’. But standing here, it really was. Once upon a time, this was his home. And now it’s just a giant grave. Not just for the bodies, not just for the newborns that outlived their usefulness. But for every single one of them, right down to him and Maria. 

Except… 

There’s no rage here. It’s all gone. The violence, the grief, the bloodshed has all gone away. He expected something accusatory, for the guilt and shame to settle around him like a mantle. For the metaphorical blood to seep from the ruins, for the ghosts to appear before his eyes to demand an explanation, a justification. The cemetery he expected was never waiting for him, for any of them, to come back and make peace with it all.  

For all his guilt and fear, Monterrey - his version of Monterrey - has been at peace for a long, long time. And that should be comforting.

(The dread is building, the dread of what San Fernando holds. Monterrey - the house - might be at rest, but its ghosts are still out there, still tangled up in all of the misery.)

They don’t stay long, and Emmett doesn’t speak until they get back to the car. And Jasper wonders if it wasn’t so peaceful for Emmett. Emmett, whom has never fought a day in his second life. Whose human life was punctuated by poverty, but never the kind of cruelty and casual evil that Monterrey doled out. If perhaps, what Jasper saw as a sleeping giant was really a horror story in Emmett’s eyes. 

(Was it gravel under their feet, or the bones of feeding the army, burrowing back to the surface? Was he kicking rocks and wood free of their path, or were they the mandibles of a young women, the tibia of a lost father?)

He takes a breath before he speaks, unable to look Emmett in the face.

“It’s better now.” The words are unsteady, and Jasper regrets speaking. I need you to know I’m more afraid of what you think and what we’re about to find than I am of anything we just witnessed. 

He’s glad Edward didn’t come with them. 

(He’s trying not to think about what comes next. What he’s going to find in a place that came after his tenure, that is totally foreign to him. Where rags on a post won’t mean anything, where the dirt will smell and taste different, and where the house still stands upright stuffed full of stories and horrors and every single thing that it’s ever heard.) 

—

Once, sometime in the early 70s, Maria plans to go to Calgary. 

(She sees it.)

There’s no future where the Major returns to them. There’s only one slim, ephemeral future where he gets hurt in the confrontation and it’s not even worth dwelling on. There’s more battles, ones where she has to piece herself back together and wash all the wounds away with blood. Ones that burrow into her head and bones with how much uglier they are now. Or maybe she’s just so very tired. 

But three days before Maria is meant to leave, Valeria decides to throw down the gauntlet. Something so foolish, so dangerous, so ugly, that there will be no journey to taunt the Major and his new coven. 

(It’s swift and it’s absolute. Maria executes Valeria without ceremony, just a blunt summary of her stupidity. Mary-Alice breaks down the bodies into manageable pieces before she burns them, and comforts herself with the fact that at least she has new clothes that fit now.)

Maria stays away from Calgary, but none of them are ever the same after that. 

—

It wasn’t supposed to be anything. They saved Bella Swan from James. She was just a kid who strayed too close to something that was far bigger and far more terrible than she could comprehend. A crash course for his family of precisely what the Major of Monterrey is-was capable of, stretching out long-dormant muscles. The result is as he predicted - a badly injured but living Bella Swan, and James is just dust in a condemned ballet studio.

(“It happened once, oh, ages ago. The one and only time my prey escaped me…” He listens to it once, James’ little recording of Bella’s suffering, of James weaving the tale of the newborn he abandoned in the woods after killing their maker. And he thinks of another foundling, of bright red eyes and the innocent joy in her smile at his approach. The thought burrows under his skin and whilst he thinks of her regularly - his very own private haunting - he allows himself to wonder where exactly she is right in that moment.)

After Bella returns from Phoenix, bundled up in bandages and a cast that seems to be half the size of her, she’s always there. Always at the house, smelling of blood and life. Always with Edward, tucked in a corner of the house. There’s a constant trickle of joy and affection and happiness from her - from them both - when she’s present. And if she’s not present, neither is Edward. He prefers to spend his nights tucked beside her in bed or - at best - perched on her roof like a sentinel. 

(He tries to ignore it. It seems like the best course of action, not to dwell on it. He’s lived with Rose and Emmett, and Carlisle and Esme so long that all the romantic feelings shouldn’t prick at him like this. Except he joined them years after both couples got together; even if immortal love doesn’t ebb, there is a certainty to it after a few decades. The feeling that the bond is forged and unbreakable. It doesn’t feel the same as the spark of delight and adoration that Bella and Edward emit just from sitting across from each other.)

Esme is bubbling over with happiness now that Edward has found his other half. She can’t do enough to make Bella comfortable, and constantly checks up on the couple. 

And maybe she catches him, staring off into space as Edward and Bella tease each other over the chess board; maybe she takes note of the blank expression he takes to wearing outside of his study - not because of anything he wants to hide, per se, but because he doesn’t want to think about the emotions.

(Everything smells like human blood, and he lets the rest of the family believe that its the scent that is causing his brooding. It’s easier that way.)

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Submissive emmett is in the works 😈

[mrs-bond]

Interesting chapter. I see that Emmett really loves the reader a lot. They possess everything he wants. The reader loves him too, which I can't blame them. Loved the tender moments they shared.

Work For It (Part 3)

Dark!Mechanic!Emmett x Reader

Word Count: +1,058

Warning(s) in chapter: Emmett is a sleazebag in this one lol! Only kissing/groping.

Author's Note(s): Meh justa lil more until we get to the smutty parts. Also there aren't enough gifs of him sowwy :(

You grip the front of Emmett's shirt, clutching it with both hands. A part of you is nervous, having little to no experience compared to him. But there was still that spark of determination. A faint gulp slides down your throat. You muster up the courage to look him in the eyes, taking a step forward to plant another kiss. Emmett leans into your warm embrace, tilting his head down to meet yours. He couldn't help but grin at your enthusiasm.

A chiseled arm finds itself wrapped around your waist. He held you close, as if you would disappear at any given moment. You could feel his lips forming into a grin while pressed against yours. Emmett held the side of your jaw, lightly parting your lips. He delves his tongue inside. Never in a million years would you expect to make out with your childhood crush. You reach to wrap both arms around his neck, letting him have full access to your mouth. Finally, after all these years, he was finally yours.

You've been watching him for some time. Emmett wasn't like any of the immature boys in your class. Everything about him screamed 'man'. You would spend hours ogling him from the window of your father's office. Sometimes following him around like a lost puppy through the store. You would hope he would notice your efforts. Finally, after all these years they've paid off.

You fell for him not just because of his charms, but because Emmett would always help those in need. That including your father. It's why you fell for him. Even in such a small town, it's hard to find an honest, selfless man like him. You sigh into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck. It's an intimate moment for you. Who knew your first kiss would end up like this?

Emmett knows its a bit cruel to go after you. Emmett has known about your little school girl crush on him for a while. But there's a part of him that just doesn't seem to care anymore. He felt like he was owed this after losing so much. First his business, then his wife, and now he's trapped as your father's indentured servant. He might as well be a little selfish. For once, he's putting his needs first.

He leans into it now with a hunger for more. Emmett parts from the kiss, chuckling at your eagerness to lean in. Shy little thing. How badly you were trying to find his lips again. It was adorable. Emmett licks his lips, "Listen, no one can know about this, alright?" he voice is deeper, more stern. You were still speechless from the kiss earlier. With your eyes hooded as you try to understand the words coming from his mouth.

Only light mumbles of, "Uh...uh huh..." poor thing, you were left in a trance from a silly little kiss. Something like that made you speechless who knows what made you scream. He knows it was wrong leading you on, but in his defense, you were already an adult. Emmett couldn't help it, you look too damn cute. He used to feel bad, used to. Until your father had to come and fuck everything up.

He already had an idea of what kind of sleazebag his former friend was, but introducing his wife to her affair partner? Fuck, if that didn't piss him off. He leans in, this time with a more demanding kiss. His tongue tracing the inside of your mouth. It's primal, dominant. His rough hands begin to feel around. He drags them down to the globes of your rear, giving it a squeeze. You gasp against his lips, bucking your hips against him as a reflex. He knows now that it's every man for himself. If he wants to stoop low then fine, he can go lower.

Emmett needed to feel someone soft, feminine, kind. He's been working his ass off his entire life and for what? His wife to leave him with the kids. Now it's time for him to be selfish. It's a cruel world out there, he might as well take what he's owed. Fuck...you smelled so good...Emmett presses a thumb into your mouth. He traces the sides of your tongue, testing the waters. He parts his lips, showing you his tongue as an example, "Like that…do it like that…" he whispers. You mimic his actions, swirling your pink muscle against the digit before giving it a light suckle.

He stifles a moan, was this really happening? A young, sexy little minx following his orders so obediently. You were willing to do whatever he says. Shit, just watching you stare back at him with those doe eyes. It does something to a man. He wants to tear you apart and build you back up into his ideal woman. Obedient, compliant, submissive, all the traits he should've been looking for. He loves his boys, really. But a part of him wishes he'd never knocked up their ungrateful bitch of a mother.

It should've been you.

Emmett has to rip himself from you. Who knew how much longer it would take until he couldn't hold himself back. He retreats with a last 'smack' on the lips. He pats down your dress, helping you fix yourself a bit. He pushes the strands of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear. You shyly thank him. Emmett reminds you for the last time that this would be your little secret, “Can’t let your daddy know…” before walking out the garage. He felt triumphant walking out of the garage. He hadn't even noticed the lipstick still smudged on his lips.

He swipes it with the back of his hand, tasting the faint sweetness from the treats. Shit. Out of all the people to notice him first, his boss calls out, "Emmett," making his blood run cold. Fucking shit. He turns around to find his boss holding up a glass of champagne, there's a vibrant flush that covers his face, indicating that he had too much to drink, "Some things never change," he chuckles, saluting Emmett with a cup. It was almost amusing how clueless his boss was, the rest of his sheep follow. They all join in to give a 'cheers' to Emmett. He couldn't hide his smile, tilting his hat to them before leaving.

If only those bastards knew.

[musings-of-a-rose]

Can I have "I'm so proud of you" with Benny 🥺

Proud of You

Pairing: Benny Miller x wife! “Sparks”” Miller

Word Count: 900+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: This fic will deal with pregnancy, labor, and childbirth. Nothing terrible or extremely descriptive. Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: I saw this ask and immediately thought of my 2 babies from Light Me Up. I miss the hell out of those 2 and will always be down to write little snippets or one shots. Obviously spoilers if you haven’t read the fic!

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You'd been feeling weird all day. Not bad, per say, but just off. Like something was just not quite right. When you'd finally had enough, you pulled out your phone to call the doctor. 

And then your water broke. 

It wasn't like the movies, no giant gush that soaked the floor. But you'd felt a small pop and your underwear got really wet really fast. 

"Benny?" You call out, a little afraid to move. 

"Sparks?" Benny comes around the corner quickly, hearing the nervous tone in your voice. He looks at you and the growing wet spot on your leggings and his eyes grow wide. 

"Is it time?" He asks, rushing to you side and placing one hand on your back and one on your round belly. 

"Everyone says to wait a bit at home. 4-1-1, remember? Contractions 4 minutes apart, lasting for 1 minute, and consistently for 1 hour?" 

Benny's eyes fill with concern. "Y-yeah. Are you sure? We can go no-"

You shake your head. "No. Just, let me start to get dressed and see how I feel in a bit. I'd rather labor here than the hospital."

Your first born had other plans. 

Within the hour, you were climbing into the car, Benny keeping very calm and collected, like he was in mission mode. Which you guess, he was. Luckily, traffic wasn't an issue and you pulled up to the hospital fairly quickly. Benny helps you out and a nurse comes out with a wheelchair, asking you to sit and they'll wheel you back to triage. 

Benny grabs the bags and tosses his keys at the valet, following behind you. You get booked in and are pacing in a triage room, your contractions coming closer together. Benny was there for every one, putting counter pressure on your hips, helping you to breathe through them, telling you how amazing and strong you were and that you could do this. 

When the nurse finally comes to finish triage, she checks you and immediately transfers you to labor and delivery. Benny drops your bags and is by your side in an instant, helping you through a really intense contraction, dabbing at your forehead as you come down. 

“You are so strong, baby. You got this.”

The contractions were coming closer together and getting more intense. You’d done the courses on pain management and, while they help, you could feel your mental strength slipping. Benny seems to sense this and immediately starts showering you with quiet praise and awe. He holds you while you stand, swaying like you’re doing a slow dance with your arms above your head, crossed and resting on his broad chest. 

Then something changes, your body telling you it was time to push. Following your body, you get on all fours on the bed, Benny rubbing your back and speaking affirmations in your ear, reminding you to breathe your baby out, not push. Several minutes later, your body pushes on it’s own and your son, Emmett, comes screaming into the world, right into Benny’s hands. Taking a deep breath, you turn around, laying on your back and pushing sweaty hair from your face as you see Benny holding your son, covered in what Benny calls “baby guck”, and tears just streaming down his face as he talks to him. 

“Hey little guy! I’m your dad. I’m so happy to finally meet you!”

He walks around the bed and hands Emmett to you, a little slippery from the baby guck, and you clutch him to your chest, crying as you take in his tiny features, counting his little fingers and toes. 

“Hi Emmett. It’s mom. It’s nice to see you on the outside.” 

The midwife calls Benny to cut the cord and he does, back by your head a moment later. Emmett latches to you pretty quickly, taking his first sips as he cuddles against your bare skin. Benny puts his finger under your chin and turns your head up to him. 

“I’m so fuckin’ proud of you, Sparks.”

He leans in an kisses you, both of you turning to watch little Emmett a few moments later. The nurses finish up their prep, taking Emmett to weigh him and check him over before returning him to you and leaving the room. 

“Benny?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll take that steak dinner now.”

Benny laughs, already moving to grab his keys. 

“You can have whatever you want, my beautiful wife.”

—----

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⇢ hello and welcome to my kinktober 2023 masterlist! here you will find all of the kink blurbs I'll be posting throughout october, along with my surprise fic that I'll be releasing on halloween! :) the dates I'll be posting are listed below, so please do not expect me to post every day of the month! I'll try to stick to posting every three days, but if I fall behind, I'll post the day after I was scheduled to. 18+ as always! thank you and enjoy! :)

DAY #1 ( 10 / 1 )

♰ orgasm denial ⇢ dom!robert fischer x sub!fem!reader

DAY #2 ( 10 / 4 )

♰ roleplay ⇢ jonathan crane x fem!reader

DAY #3 ( 10 / 7 )

♰ pussy worship ⇢ emmett (a quiet place II) x girlfriend!reader

DAY #4 ( 10 / 10 )

♰ mirror sex ⇢ raymond leon x fem!reader

DAY #5 ( 10 / 13 )

♰ cuckholding ⇢ dark!tommy shelby x fem!reader

DAY #6 ( 10 / 16 )

♰ phone sex ⇢ jim (the delinquent season) x neighbor!fem!reader

DAY #7 ( 10 / 19 )

♰ impact play ⇢ tommy shelby x fem!reader

DAY #8 ( 10 / 22 )

♰ dacryphilia kink ⇢ sub!tom buckley x dom!fem!reader

DAY #9 ( 10 / 25 )

♰ daddy kink ⇢ dom!raymond leon x sub!fem!reader

DAY #10 ( 10 / 28 )

♰ bondage / restraints ⇢ switch!robert fischer x switch!fem!reader

DAY #11 ( 10 / 31 )

♰ surprise full-length fic! :)

[lau219]

Requested by my dear friend @ennui-whimsy-and-me

A wedding mood board for Y/N and Emmett from Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

As described in the story, a small but beautiful backyard wedding with, of course, Henry and Max front and center.

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[the-girl-wh0-cries-w0lf]

Ahhhhhhhhhh I reached 100 followers!!

I was really nervous about posting my first fanfic this summer because I thought people would laugh at me and that I wouldn’t be good enough!

So thank you so much for all your love and support! Writing is my favourite thing in the world so the fact I get to do it in this very personal and fun way AND I get to interact with so many lovely people is just amazing!!

So as a treat to celebrate 💯- I’m gonna let you guys pick the next fic I’ll write !!