#a quiet place imagine

[wutheringcaterpillar]

“You Know I Got It, Come and Get It.”

Pairing: Sugar daddy!Emmett x College!Reader

Summary: A struggling girl walks into a bar looking to drown her sorrows, only for a man to notice her distress, insisting on showing her a good time that turns into something more that neither expected.

Warnings: Slow build, fwb to lovers, oral (f & m receiving), road head, unprotected sex, squirting, p in v, age difference (reader is 21), public sex, daddy kink, praise, happy ending, Emmett is divorced with joint custody, cigarettes

After a long, tiring day of work Emmet found himself at the local bar, having a drink to relinquish the stress from the day.

Two of his men had quit, leaving the project that was supposed to be done today unfinished, but Emmett wasn’t one to complain. Yeah the shit irritated him but, another day, another dollar was his motto for life. He’d just have to finish it himself.

The shuffling of the bar stool caught Emmett’s attention, glancing to the side he saw you, a distraught woman ordering a shot of Jameson and a smirnoff’s. He couldn’t help but notice the way your denim shorts rode up your ass cheeks, and the way your cleavage was nearly falling from the spaghetti strap, black tank top you had on.

The first word that came to his mind when he saw you was hot, but he kept to himself.

You looked rather young to be ordering drinks, so he waited for the bartender to check your id, settling his eyes back on the baseball game, sipping from his budweiser.

When the bartender served you your shot, he knew that he had to indulge in conversation, at the very least see what was going wrong with your night. 

“Rough night?” His voice was gruff but casual, you were rummaging through your purse, looking for a hair tie but oh how he liked your hair down.

The soaked mess and the water droplets dripping down your chest into your cleavage.

You had delicate facial features, plump lips that were glossed, sparking in the dim bar light even.

He couldn’t help but picture your body naked and in unspeakable positions underneath him.

You attempted to respond to the stranger still looking through your belongings.

“Yeah, yeah my boyfriend dumped me off around the corner cause I caught him cheating. I’ll tell you men aren’t shit no offense.” He chuckled, ordering another beer as he finished his off.

“None taken but a true man doesn’t leave his woman in the the pissing rain, no matter what happened. Besides if you ask me he sounds like a bitch that doesn’t know a good thing when he’s got it.” Downing your shot, Emmett didn’t know if he was turned on or scared when you didn’t recoil from the harsh liqour, perhaps both.

When you finally turned to him, his angelic blue eyes placed a trance on you, and the scruff of his beard. Maybe he had a point, it wasn’t men that were your problem it was boys.

Pursing your lips in interest, and narrowing your eyes in on him, you leaned in close, your lips just brushing by his ear.

“Oh yeah? And how would you know?” Emmett smirked in his seat, turning the stool ever so slightly your way, putting on the most devious yet charming smile.

“Cause sweetheart, I was a boy once. To me you need some liquid healing, why don’t I buy your next drink, maybe play a game of pool? The name’s Emmett by the way.” Rolling your tongue over your lips playfully, you nodded, but only under one condition were you going to play.

“If I win, I request a dance. A memorable one that I won’t forget, I’m aiming to have fun tonight. Y/N.

“And if I win I get to take you home with me Y/N.” High stakes it was, either way it sounded like a win-win situation. Grinning, you nodded in agreement only when you left the bar to head to the table, the bartender looked at Emmet in bewilderment.

“How’d you do that man? She’s way out of your league, you made it look so easy.” Emmet winked at the guy, pointing his finger making a comment of how you live and you learn the way to a girl’s heart.

Throughout the game a questionnare took place. You learned a lot about the mysterious, good looking man. He was divorced, has two kids with joint custody, he was a private business owner of an entrepreneur company.

When he noticed you not being able to shoot a ball for shit, he came in behind you, his chest pressed closely to your back while his large, veiny hand settled on top of yours.

You couldn’t help but smile mischievously not even listening to the words coming from his enticing lips, instead pushing your ass back against his crotch.

“Darlin’ I don’t think this is the place. Why don’t we go for a drive and talk first hm? After I win this game that is.” Just as he finished his sentence, he shot the eight ball into the hole, not even having to look. But damn those muscles in that white wife beater he was wearing making you salivate, how you wanted that man to bend you over this pool table right now.

Smirking playfully, you followed his suit. He retreived his denim jacket that was coated in fleece, wrapping the fabric over your shoulders as he tried to shield you from the pouring rain.

You were in disbelief to see what kind of truck he drove. It was black, shiny, tall with four door, looked brand new. The man had money and it was an understatement to say you were impressed. “This is yours?”

“Yep, all 25 grand of it. Hard work pays off honey.” Opening the door for you, your cheeks burned an amber shade of red. 

Giving you the aux cord, he extended his arm to your seat, flexing his biceps as he looked at the back window to reverse, and continue to fix the wheel with one hand.

Lighting a cigarette before pulling out of the parking lot, offering you one in the process.

Oddly enough, he liked your taste in music, but could tell you wanted to sing, yet you weren’t.

“Don’t be all shy on me now sweet peach. If you wanna blast that and sing your little heart you go right ahead.” Your stomach was swarming with butterflies, becoming all hot and flustered in your seat.

And you did just that as you were told, blowing smoke out of the window, feet up on the dash, while the warm summer breeze blew threw your hair, but never taking away the smile plastered on your face.

For the first time in awhile, you were having spontaneous fun and felt infinite in this moment.

When he was getting closer to his house, Emmett found it wise to address what this was going to be.

“Now, I’m not looking for a relationship, no time for one with work in the kids and I’d rather not deal with the heartache if you catch my drift. But I have a proposal.” Sitting up in your seat, you gazed into his ocean eyes with interest, wanting to hear me. You nodded for him to carry on, flipping your cigarette out the window.

“I don’t like seeing a pretty young girl like yourself upset over some lowlife douchebag who means nothing and you seem like a nice, fun girl.”

“Just nice and fun?” You raised a playful eyebrow at him before trailing your hand up your thigh seductively.

“Well that too honey. Tell you what my place is always open to you when you need a break from life, but I’m not going to lie to you. I’ve been dying to know what that pretty cherry tastes like. If you’re not looking for anything serious, figured it’d be a good deal for the both of us.” He had to say no more, and before he knew it your fingers were fumbling with his belt buckle, taking his length fully down your throat.

Emmett sat there a wide spread smile on his face while his breath hitched in his chest from the sudden warmth around his cock.

He was surprised you could take him so easily, no teeth, gagging or anything.

Your tongue swirled around his shaft, lips puckered around the tip of his cock as your head bobbed up and down slowly at first, wanting him to relish in the moment.

He began to drive more careful, worried of hurting you, though you kept rhythym, sucking him sensationally, hallowing your cheeks, deep throating him without a problem, regardless of the potholes.

Emmett stirred in his seat, attempting to stay focused on the road, only one more mile.

“Fuck sweetheart, you’re a natural aren’t you.” He glanced down at a red light, your eyes meeting him while bashing your eyelashes playfully.

A car pulled up in the other lane next to him, seeing the scene and making a disgusted face to which Emmett flipped the guy off, and began to thrust his hips slowly up, needing more. 

When the light turned green, his foot stuttered on the gas making you giggle while your face was stuffed with his rather large member, saliva running down his thighs, making a mess.

Feeling his toes curl, you began to hit that sweet spot repetitively. Picking up the pace your plump lips could feel his dick begin to tighten and swell, his thighs slightly vibrating while the intensity of his orgasm took over him, eventually releasing his seed down your throat.

When you came up, he realized you swallowed his whole load, wiping your bottom lip seductively.

“So how’d I do?” Emmett was left speechless for once in his life, he wasn’t sure he’s ever had head given to him where a girl could take all of his length. If you had to say yourself he was about nine inches, with a heavy girth.

“Oh, you’re going to be trouble.”

Maybe this would work after all.

You imagined a small, run down house with a chain fence and a guard dog but that’s not at all what he owned.

The house had a stone path, flowers and other green plants covering the sides of the sidewalk, the grass was pristinely trimmed. Trees bordering the wooden fenced perimeter, of the large, beige house.

Pulling up into the driveway, seeing your mouth drop open, Emmett smiled, knowing full well that this deal would be worth it.

His house was open to you whenever you desired, every room, every amenity available to you, along with what was in his walllett, in return you gave him the relief he needed. Only thing was, it was a relief for you as well, not requiring the effort of a relationship. No feelings, just sex.

“This is your house?! Who are you?” Exiting the truck, he opened the door for you once more, leading you inside, and giving you a tour.

The living room had a built in aquarium, a plasma screen tv, the kitchen he did himself with a rare stone tile he came across during his time in Canada for a job. 

Then the patio, another project he did himself, with a gazebo, an expensive grill, an outside bar, even an in ground pool that was clearly kept up with, surrounded with a built in deck.

Maybe you should call your ex and thank him for leaving you stranded in the rain.

“Don’t really have friends over other than the Lee’s from time to time and my kids every other weekend. House was a piece of shit when I bought it but trying to fix it up and sell it for good money then move onto the next one. You’re going to have to give me a couple days to make a spare key. But what do you think darlin? We gotta deal?” You looked at him with a playful, mischievous grin before shedding yourself of your clothes, leaving him speechless.

“Oh I think we have a deal daddy.” You ran your finger over his bottom lip seductively, pressing your lips firmly to his in a heated clash before he took you right there on the cool kitchen counter.

Ripping your shorts and panties down your shaved legs, he marveled in your nude body, running a hand down the smooth skin of your back, lightly squeezing your ass cheek.

When his pants dropped and his cock slapped against your sex, you were grinning with anticipation. 

He hadn’t expected for your pussy to look so pretty, and delicate but he knew he was ready to absolutely drown his cock in it.

He ran his shaft teasingly between your already soaked folds, causing you to whimper in desperation and impatience.

“Such a needy little thing aren’t you dear?” Simultaneously, he yanked your head back by your hair, sinking his cock deep inside your aching, throbbing, wet cunt.

The sudden warmth, and tightness taking him by surprise, as the feeling of being so full caused you to moan loudly in pleasure, hands gripping at the surface of the marbled counter.

It had been awhile since Emmett had, had sex, since his divorce a year ago. Never really found the time but seeing your ravishing body on display for him, stuffed with his thick cock turned him into an animal that he forgot lived inside him.

Sending a hard, powerful slap to your ass cheek, he began thrusting into your soaked pussy, watching the entire length of his dick disappear in you, as his balls dlapped against your skin.

His breath was hot against your neck, as he panted harmonious moans in your ear.

“Fuck darlin’ I don’t know how long I’ll be able to last seeing you bent over, taking me so well like this.” 

In a quick motion, you turned stopping him and as if he read your mind, he picked you up effortlessly, and slammed your ass cheeks down on the counter before inserting his lengthy member.

“Oh fuck, daddy! Harder!” He didn’t want to bresk you but he did as you asked.

Drilling into your cunt relentlessly, watching your boobs shake up and down with such velocity.

His lips connected with yours once more, tongues colliding in a battle for dominance, deepening with each kiss.

You smacked your head against the cupboard but didn’t care as he devoured your neck, marking his territory, while you locked your ankles around his back.

The scruff of his beard tickled your skin as he sucked on your skin, like his life depended on it. When he found that sweet spot deep in your core, your eyes fluttered shut, none of the men in your past never findind it before.

He pressed down on your stomach with his free hand, knowing that it helps the process for women to orgasm, as the head of his cock prodded rhythymically against your cervix.

“Em-daddy I-oh fuckk- I feel like i’m going to piss myself maybe we should-. He pulled himself away from your neck, wanting to see that pretty little face break from how much he was pleasuring you.

With each aggressive thrust, and each passing second you felt like you were going to piss but with Emmett’s experience he knew that wasn’t the case.

“Trust me darlin, that ain’t piss. Just let go.” His voice was low, almost like a whisper, but sounded more like a moan. You winced, feeling so full and stretched, until Emmett hit that sweet spot just at the right moment, causing you to gasp and cling to his chest, nails digging into his back. Your toes curled, eyes rolling toward the back of your head as in a split second moment, a feeling of ecstacy, and adrenaline rushed through your veins. 

Gently he pushed you back, sapphire eyes fixated on you delicate, fucked out face, before scanning down, watching your sweet syrup absolutely drown his torso.

“Daddy!” Your thighs were twitching, back arching, as your chest rose and fell at a tremendously fast pace. You felt completely at his mercy, entranced in the man’s face, wanting to remember who made you feel this way, who the first man was to make you cum.

Within seconds Emmett was bursting at the seams, lips dropping subtly agape, moaning loudly with such lust as he emptied his seed into your raw, aching pussy.

You were almost too stunned to speak, needing to catch your breath as you weary head collapsed on his toned chest.

Reaching for the paper towels next to the sink, he wiped himself off, chuckling and smirking.

“Too rough honey?” You shook your head against him, still trying to come down from your high, your thighs weak and still twitching.

Picking you up and carrying you like a baby, he lead you up the stairs to the bedroom, laying that pretty little head down to rest.

“I-I didn’t know I was capable of doing that.” Pulling the blankets up and sliding in next to you, he pulled you close, laying a kiss to your temple as you drifted off into a deep slumber.

In the following weeks, the bills began to add up, your car insurance, loan, phone bill, medical pills, the college debt, you were struggling financially and wanted to cry.

Emmett showered you in gifts, but you were reluctant to tell him about the piling debt, not wanting to seem like you were taking advantage of him and risk losing the on going pattern of having amazing sex all over the house, occasionally in public. 

Mostly it was also the romantic dinners, the way he cared about how your day went, how he was protective of you in public, never letting you walk on the side of the sidewalk near the road, opening doors for you. What if this would ruin it all?

Closing your car door, you headed straight to Emmett’s house, not knowing where else to go. Knocking impatiently, not wanting the neighbors to see you weep, you propped up your hoodie, hiding any evidence of the apparent tears.

Opening the door before he didn’t even have the chance to say anything when you swooshed past him, heading straight for the sofa, burying your head in the pillow, holding back tears.

Emmett sighed, remembering back to the days of being a student, the debt being too much that he dropped out, luckly being smart enough to know how to form and run a business.

Walking toward you, he crouched down to your level, elbows resting on his knees.

“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” You continued to weep, at a loss for words. Yes Emmett offered you money anytime you were over but this was too much and you were frightened that he’d cut you off for asking.

When you didn’t speak, he brought his hand up stroking the silly strands of your hair caringly, whispering sweet nothings to get you to talk to him.

Eventually rising your head, he wiped away those pretty little tears, eyebrows raising expectantly waiting for an answer.

“I-I can’t afford my car payment this month, and if I don’t pay I-“ Emmett stopped your sobbing, scopping you up and sitting you right down on his lap.

“Why didn’t you just tell me sweetheart? You know you’re stressing for no reason. Remember our arrangement?” You nodded through your troubled eyes, looking up at Emmett who you could tell wasn’t fucking around, he was serious.

“Give me the number and i’ll call over and change the card, okay honey?” You nodded, dialing the number as he pulled out his wallet.

The man really gave you anything you needed and want just to be able to have sex with you, though you weren’t going to tell him you’d be willing to for free.

He nodded off toward the upstairs, whispering that there was already a towel and washcloth set out for you along with rose scented bath salts per your request.

Mouthing thank you, you gleefully pecked him on the lips, undoing your top and disposing of your pants.

He hated to see you leave, but loved watching your hips move, and those voluptuous ass cheeks jiggle as you walked away.

After getting off the phone he sneaked into the bathroom, enjoying seeing your head layed back on a towel, eyes closed, relaxing for once as you should be.

But he had another surprise that was sure to lift your spirits even more. Shedding himself of his clothes, he kept the object held behind his back before submerging himself in the bubble bath on the opposite side of the tub, groaning from the heat relieving his sore knees.

“All taken care of sweetheart, anything else you need covered?” Picking up your head, you smiled softy, shaking your head no and splashing your face with the warm water.

When your eyes opened, Emmett held out his hand, the silver key placed in the middle of his palm, suds of bubbles surrounding the metal object.

“Em! When did you get this?” In a hasty motion, you snatched the key from his hand, grinning like a school girl, thinking of how much you’re going to be coming over when his kids weren’t there.

Though part of you wanted to prod, to ask more questions about his life, maybe something small wouldn’t hurt.

“I know it took longer than expected but I went down to the store when I had the time, knew I promised you one and I’d feel much safer knowing you have a safe spot to go.” He held his poker face, thinking it was best not to get emotions involved and push you away, but his mind was on you even when you weren’t around. He was looking forward to texts, hearing your car pull up, seeing your dazzling face, all of it, and it was starting to frighten him. The thought of losing you was starting to scare him.

The next few weeks you found yourself staying with Emmett nearly four nights a week when he didn’t have the kids. 

He’d given you one of his cards to splurge and treat yourself whenever needed, never giving you a limit. The man worked nearly sixty hours a week by choice, but damn did he love spoiling you and seeing that smile light up your face. He’d grown to learn many of your interests, as you did his.

Starting to get used to you falling asleep in his arms, helping him with side projects without him asking.

Eventually introducing you to the Abbott’s during a backyard BBQ. They were kind people, never even batting and eye at the clear age difference, instead asking questions and seeming interested in your life.  Things were starting to change.

“Fucking thing.” Kicking the air conditioner that was broken, you giggled from where you lay on the bed, watching him repaint the wall with a paint roller, cigarette from his lips. 

Having an idea, you quietly removed your shit from behind him as he chattered on about all the things he wants to redo in the house, though nothing need it considering it was all brand new.

Unclasping your bra and removing your shorts along with black laced panties you had on. You positioned yourself at the headboard, spreading your legs and running your fingers in between the fold of your heat.

“Daddy?”

“Yes darlin?” When he turned around his eyes sparked with excitement, cigarette falling into the paint but he didn’t have a car in the world.

He was too focused on your breasts hanging freely, the way your fingers were rubbing your soaked heat, seeing the small amount of nectar dripping out from your glorious cunt, landing ontop of one of his astray shirts under you.

Taking a step forward, he closed the distance by burying his face between your thighs, lapping his tongue over you sweet succulency, not minding the smell of sweat on this hot summer day.

His hand slowly slid up your thigh, eventually resting on your breast, cupping the sensitive skin gently as his tongue rotated in agonizingly slow circular motions around your throbbing clit, releasing a desperate mewl from between your lips.

His free hand teased your dripping cunt before submerging deeply into your tight, warm abyss. The sudden intrusion taking you by surprise. His fingers worked at stretching your tight hole while he ate you pussy like it was the last meal he was ever going to have. Sucking sensual kisses on your clit, his tongue gliding and flicking between your folds while his beard rubbed roughly against your smooth skin.

Your hand reached for the metal headboard in a lustful haze, glancing down only to be met with Emmett’s determined, icy eyes as he passionately devoured all of you, his digits curling inside of your tight, drenched pussy, quickening his motions.

His fingers were much bigger than your own and felt so desirably good filling the void in your body.

“Fuck daddy, more- more please.” Your ass grinded down against him, thighs tightening around his head nearly suffocating him in your sex. His beard burning the sensitive skin. Removing his hand from your breast, he squeezed your leg, wanting you to use all the strength you had to keep him locked in, and you did.

Adding another finger, his pace was sending you over the edge, needing to feel your cum on his face. His tongue was licking, and rotating around your clit so fast that it felt like a vibration.

He never once looked away from your fucked out gaze, noticing beads of sweat forming on your chest, snd your back beginning to arch.

“Daddy-Daddy I’m gonna- Oh fuck!” Your ankles were crossed behind his neck, holding his head in place as you fell to crumbles.

Losing all sense of reality, forgetting where you were as waves of pleasure crashed over you body, painting Emmett’s face with your delectable nectar.

When you legs loosened, he came up for air, wiping his beard with the back of his hand.

Seeing you so weak at the knees, muscles still convulsing from the extraordinary explosion, he wanted to see just how far he could push you.

“Round 2?” Whimpering but also desperate for his cock to be subermerged inside of you.

Panting you allowed him to pull you up from your fragile, tired position on the bed, leading you out the sliding glass door onto the balcony facing the backyard.

“Isn’t someone going to see?”

“Well that’s the appeal of it, risk of getting caught, now lemme see that sweet ass.” 

Pulling down his pants, he bent you over the balcony, stretching your cheeks apart to see that eager, throbbing cunt, still drained from just minutes ago, before fully impaling you with his cock in one swift motion.

If it weren’t for his nails digging into the sides of your hips, you were sure you would have fallen over the cool metal railing that was digging into your torso.

The warm breeze mixed with the adrenaline of possibly someone seeing the private act made you all the more turned on. Your walls tightened around him, your clit sore from being overstimulated as he clutched your ass cheeks, slamming into you relentlessly, the sweat building between your warm bodies. If Emmett was sure of one thing it was that you had the tightest, unstretched pussy he’d ever been in, and fuck was he grateful that you found him as attractive as he found you.

Placing his hands on both side of your head on the rail, he closed the gap between you, his dick as far in your kaleidoscope trench as possible, while he leaned in, whispering sweet words of praise into your ear.

“Look at you, taking my cock so good baby girl….you’re doing amazing…think you can last?” Shaking your head no, your body was more than tired, rendering you speechless for words. Not wanting to push you too far Emmett quickened his pace, watching your ass ricochet off his torso before shooting his cum up into your overstimulated pussy.

When the semester neared an end, you fretted over losing Emmett now that there were less bills for him to pay, diminshing the original agreement. A part of you, though it was against the rules, was catching feelings for the older, mature man. No guy before has ever treated you with such kindness, or put your needs before his own. He was chivalrous, attractive, caring, and now here you were at his door step nervous to turn the lock and see how this conversation would go.

Walking in the aroma of freshly cooked eggs, and possibly ham filled your senses. Rounding the corner he was in the kitchen, cooking with the table already set for two, along with what looked like to be a present.

“Just in time, food’s about done. Have a seat.” He dished out the breakfast onto the plates, filling the porcelain mugs with steaming coffee.

He glanced down, noticing the nervous habit you had of twiddling your thumbs and shaking your leg. Deep down, he knew what this was about, but he had no intention of ending it anytime soon.

Taking his seat, he folded his hands beneath his chin, nodding toward the present.

“Open it.” He tried to hide his smile behind his hands, excited for you to what he had gotten you.

Removing the gold tissue paper from the bag, you pulled out a medium sized blue square box that read Tiffany’s.

Upon opening it, there lay a beautiful, diamond encrusted necklace, holding your birth stone in a heart shaped locket, with the initials of your name, and birthday engraved on the back of the heart. The diamonds shimmered in the sunlight peering in through the window. You wanted to cry, thinking this could be the last gift and last time you see Emmett.

“Em, this-this is beautiful. How much did you-“

“Don’t worry about it. You deserve it and more. I know your college career is nearing an end, and I just want to address the elephant in the room. There’s one more thing in the bag.” Holding back tears, and reaching further in, you pulled out a pair of car keys.

Looking up at confused, he nodded toward the garage, leading you out to his big surprise.

There sat a brand new car, with tinted windows. In Emmett’s opinion your car was a piece of shit, and you needed a reliable one. There were no holding back the tears anymore.

Gasping in astonishment, Emmett came uo behind you, wrapping his arms around your torso, resting his head upon your shoulder.

“You like it?” Unable to form words, you simply nodded before turning and nuzzling your head into his neck, forming a puddle on his warm skin, surely staining his shirt. He rubbed circles into your back soothingly, and slowly.

“Honey it’s okay. I’ve been doing some thinking. How would you feel about moving in permanently?” All of a sudden your tears stopped, and your lips curved into a quivering smile, taken by surprise from his offer.

“But-but our agreement-“

“Darlin’ I’d be a fool to let you go, especially with how close we’ve grown together. What do you say?” 

A week later, all of your belongings were moved in, there may or may not have been some sex involved when you saw Emmett carrying the boxes in, not needing a singular hand of help.

Sitting at the table eating dinner together, it finally felt like things were piecing together, but what was next made you nervous.

“So I was thinking, my kids have a baseball game coming up. I figured it’d be a good opportunity for you to meet them. How would you feel about that?” Stopping from chewing, you placed the silverware down onto the glass table, wiping at the sides of your mouth before looking at Emmett hesitantly.

“Oh Em- I’d love to but is their mom going to be okay with it? Nora’s her name right?” He nodded in return, scoffing not really caring what his ex wife would have to say or think about the subject.

“She’ll be fine, besides, she didn’t ask me about them meeting her new husband.”

So it was settled. 

The drive to the game you were consistently asking Emmett questions about them. The food they like, their hobbies, movies, extracurricular activties.

Emmett smiled and couldn’t help but chuckle at how anxious you were, he thought it was cute seeing you take an interest and at the same time freaking out in the passenger seat, but he did his best to answer all your questions before pulling into the lot.

The sight of seeing the Lee’s calmed your nerves immensely, that was until a woman approached you, with who you assumed to be one of Emmett’s son’s.

“Hey buddy!” Emmett swooped the boy up in his arms effortlessly, while Nora ignored your existence. Bidding her som goodbye and handing Emmett an overnight bag, he rolled his eyes at how immature and inconsiderate she could be.

“Daddy I want to sit down.” He nodded, motioning you follow his lead pass the crowd, holding his son with one hand underneath his bum, while clutching your hand with the other

Nora sat on the opposite side of the bleachers, glancing over at you every now and then with hateful, disgusted eyes while his son sat beside you with Emmmett, the Abbott’s not too far from you guys

“Don’t pay her any mind, she thrives off negativity now that she got promoted to CEO of some big, fancy company.” Lee’s wife was always very friendly, and pleasent toward you, wanting to ensure you were comfortable, and always able to come to her for anything. Even giving you advice on how to manage kids since you didn’t have much experience.

When the game came to a break, his other son came forth.

“Guys, I have someone I’d like to you meet, this is Y/N, she’ll be staying with me, and I know she’s been dying to meet you.” Introducing yourself, his sons were very sweet but entirely focused on the game regardless of the break, still chattering on about the score. A lightbulb went off in your head, talking about the time you used to play softball as a kid. Mentioning how you had too many baseball jersey’s, offering them each one from a MLB game you attended a few years ago.

Their eyes lit up and though Emmett was no sap, his heart melted at the conversation, seeing his boy happy and screaming in excitement.

Perhaps this was a start of something new, something worth lasting.

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[queenshelby]

THE FUTURE (PART TWO)

Pairing: Emmett (A Quiet Place) x Original Female Character

Warning: Age Gap, Forced Procreation, Past Sexual Abuse, Angst

Words: 2,677

Emmett brooded alone in his rustic cabin, his weathered face contorted in a scowl. Evelyn's plea weighed heavily on his mind, an oppressive burden dragging him into the depths of frustration. "Why should I bring a child into this forsaken world?" he muttered to himself, the words escaping his lips as a hushed whisper. It wasn't just the lurking danger beyond their sanctuary that deterred him; it was the guilt that haunted him from his past.

As if on cue, Evelyn entered the room, her wide eyes searching for Emmett's gaze. She understood his mood without the need for words, instinctively sensing the turmoil within him. "Have you made a decision?" she asked, eager to know if Emmett was prepared to be paired with Caitlyn for the program.

"Yes, Evelyn, and the answer is no," Emmett replied firmly, causing Evelyn's eyebrows to furrow in concern. "I understand," she said, taking a seat beside him, her presence a comforting balm. She watched as he shook his head, her empathy flowing freely.

"Do you truly understand?" Emmett questioned, a flicker of anger igniting in his eyes. "Bringing a child into this world... It's a perilous gamble. I lost my family once, and I cannot bear the thought of losing another. Pretending to go along with the program while secretly abstaining will only result in Caitlyn being paired with someone else after months or even a year of fruitless attempts." Emmett's words were laced with painful truth, and Evelyn knew he had thoroughly considered this choice.

Evelyn's expression softened, and her hands reached out to gently touch his arm. "That's why I understand, Emmett. I am grateful that I am too old to participate in this program. But, despite the odds, we have a chance to create something beautiful here."

Emmett met her gaze, realizing the depth of her understanding and compassion. "I will inform the Council of your decision," Evelyn finally said, leaving Emmett to his solitude, knowing he desired it.

Meanwhile...

Caitlyn stood alone on the edge of the island, her heart heavy with the weight of her resolve. She had made her choice. Like Emmett, she couldn't fathom bringing a child into this harsh and dangerous world. It seemed a futile endeavor, only amplifying the vulnerability of the human race. And so, she had decided to leave.

With determination in her eyes, Caitlyn hastily scribbled a note explaining her intentions. "I cannot remain here," she wrote, the words stark against the paper. With a sigh, she pinned the note to a prominent post, aware it would be discovered soon enough.

As luck would have it, Evelyn stumbled upon the note during her leisurely stroll back from Emmett's cottage. She usually took the scenic route, collecting naturally growing food along the way. Her eyes widened as she read the words, her heart pounding in her chest. "Dear God!" Evelyn cursed, hastening her return to Emmett's cottage.

"Emmett!" she called out upon approaching, her voice echoing through the lush landscape. "You won't believe what I found!" Emmett came running towards her, rifle in hand, fearing the worst.

Startled, Emmett's rugged face etched with concern. "What is it, Evelyn?" he asked, worry creeping into his voice.

Evelyn caught up to him, the wind whipping her hair around her face. "It's Caitlyn," she said breathlessly, thrusting the note into his hands. "She's gone."

Emmett's eyes narrowed as he scanned the note, the words sinking like stones in his chest. "I'm not surprised," he muttered, a mix of anger and worry brewing beneath his gruff exterior.

"Nor am I, but I must find her, Emmett. The boys need her, and she has already endured so much," Evelyn pleaded. However, Emmett shook his head, his mind made up.

"No, I will go after her. You are needed here," Emmett declared, his voice a solemn whisper. With a determined glint in his piercing blue eyes, Emmett embarked on his perilous mission to find Caitlyn and bring her back, regardless of the cost.

***

Meanwhile, Caitlyn had already found herself on the mainland, her footsteps silent against the cracked pavement. She had always been a daring adventurer, but this was an entirely new level of peril.

Her heart pounded in her chest as she cautiously navigated the desolate streets. Her deafness was both a blessing and a curse in this soundless world plagued by creatures drawn to noise. Caitlyn couldn't afford even the slightest sound. She had witnessed firsthand the horrors these creatures were capable of, and those memories haunted her dreams.

As she walked, Caitlyn's thoughts drifted to Emmett and Evelyn, both of whom she considered dear friends. They had always been there for her, a steadfast pillar of support. Emmet, in particular, was a mentor and friend to her, even if he was twice her age and had a tendency to be grumpier than a bear with a toothache.

It was for the better this way. Caitlyn knew that Evelyn and Emmett would look after the boys for her, and she knew that she had made the right decision, namely to leave. She couldn’t even imagine the heartache of having a family would bring to her in this unkind world and forced procreation with someone she despised was even worse. It was Caitlyn’s worst nightmare. Much worse than the creatures themselves.

***

Meanwhile, Emmett trudged onward, his face etched with determination and worry. He had always been a protector, but this felt different. It felt... personal.

Days passed, but Emmett never faltered, following Caitlyn's inadvertent breadcrumbs. He had a hunch that she was heading to the abandoned factory in the heart of the town. With his survival instincts guiding him, he navigated the dangerous path, avoiding the roaming creatures that lurked in the shadows.

As he approached the centre of the dilapidated worker's township, the silence grew deafening, and fear hung heavy in the air. The creatures ruled this place, and one wrong move could mean certain death.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Emmett spotted Caitlyn in the distance. She stood frozen amidst the ruins of a forgotten city. Relief washed over him like a cool wave, but he knew better than to rush to her side. He had to be patient, cautious - the silent hero.

Emmett approached Caitlyn with utmost care, his eyes never straying from the lurking creatures. Caitlyn turned towards him, her eyes widening in surprise, her hands trembling slightly. She had hoped someone would come for her, but seeing Emmett now, a mix of emotions flooded her.

"I didn't expect you to come," Caitlyn signed softly, her fingers uncertainly grasping at the air.

Emmett offered her a small, understanding smile. “We're friends, remember?" he signed, a confession he had never made before. In his world, he believed he had no friends.

Caitlyn nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. Never had she valued friendship more than in that moment.

 “Come, I know where it is safe,” Emmett motioned for Caitlyn to follow him. She nodded, knowing he had a plan to keep her alive.

From the moment she met Emmett, she had been captivated by his resourcefulness and resilience. He understood the creatures' nature, communicating through sign language that he had learned from Regan.

As they walked side by side, silence enveloped them. Each step was cautious, every breath held in anticipation. In their world, noise was the enemy.

Finally, they reached the edge of the dense forest, where Emmett had established a hidden sanctuary during one of his supply runs.

Emmett led Caitlyn to a small cottage, but before they could reach safety, a sudden crack of a branch shattered the silence. Fear gripped Emmett's chest, his heart skipping a beat.

“Hide!” he gestured frantically, urging Caitlyn to find shelter. He pulled her towards safety as the creatures charged through the vegetation, their terrifying presence shaking the very foundations of their being.

"Quiet," Emmett mouthed, his hands steady. Caitlyn held her breath, her wide-eyed gaze fixed on the creatures as they passed, their instincts focused on the noise that had momentarily disturbed their stillness.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, the creatures moved on, unaware of Emmett and Caitlyn's presence. Caitlyn released a shaky breath, her body trembling with fear. Emmett reassured her with a pat on the shoulder, relief evident in his eyes.

***

Eventually, Emmett and Caitlyn entered the cottage. Every rustle of leaves, every whisper of wind made Emmett's heart race, fearing the return of the nightmarish creatures.

The events of the past few days had left Caitlyn physically and emotionally drained. She needed rest before continuing her journey, and Emmett understood that.

For hours, they sat on the cold ground, Caitlyn lost in fragmented memories. Fear, pursuit, and the haunting faces of the creatures consumed her thoughts. But amidst the chaos, there was a glimmer of hope - Emmett, her beacon of strength in this relentless nightmare.

“You have two choices now, Caitlyn," Emmett signed, guiding her face towards his.

“We can venture to the factory together, leaving the safety of the island behind for good, or we can return to the island where it's secure," Emmett signed, allowing her the space to process the overwhelming events and emotions.

 “I cannot return to the island, Emmett!" Caitlyn signed, as a gentle rustle of leaves outside caught his attention. He turned to face the sound, his heart quickening once more.

“Yes, you can. I'll move in with you, and together, we can pretend to comply with the authorities' quest to repopulate the planet," Emmett joked, eliciting a smile from Caitlyn, though she shook her head.

Caitlyn scrutinized his countenance, searching for even the slightest trace of deception, yet all she discovered was an unwavering honesty etched into every crease. Reluctantly, she replied, "And what reason do I have to place my trust in you?"

Emmett's hand quivered imperceptibly as he clenched his fists, his words intermingling with the distant roar of creatures. "Because I am present here and now, am I not? Despite everything, I have morals that prevent me from allowing the Council to coerce you into something you do not believe in," he whispered and expressed through his hands to the best of his abilities.

A heavy silence descended upon them as Caitlyn contemplated Emmett's proposition. She weighed the risks, the potential for security, and the immense responsibility of bringing another life into this daunting world.

Breaking the stillness, Caitlyn signed, "If we feign our alliance, what will happen if we are discovered? The consequences could be catastrophic."

Emmett nodded, fully comprehending the gravity of her concerns. "It will be risky, yes, but perhaps my willingness to partake in this charade will grant you some respite, at least until we can find a more viable solution."

A faint smile curved Caitlyn's lips, her hands conveying both apprehension and hope. In the eerie hush of their surroundings, Emmett's offer lingered in the air, awaiting Caitlyn's decision. The weight of their future bore down upon them, threatening to shatter their fragile aspirations.

Caitlyn's hands moved deliberately, contemplating her response. With each measured gesture, her decision began to take shape. Finally, she signed, "I will accompany you back. For now."

Relief washed over Emmett's face, though it was tinged with caution. He knew their journey to the island would be arduous, and their trials far from over. Yet, together, perhaps, Caitlyn stood a fighting chance.

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[look-at-the-soul]

A new chance- Epilogue (Emmett AQP2)

Anon requested this as a one shot, but I felt like it needed it to be a mini series.

Series master list

A/N: I had this ready since the day I got shadowbanned (I’m still in jail time), but I feel the need to finish this beautiful story.

✨Thank you for joining me during this incredible ride! I loved writing for Emmett and I have another request saved in my drafts 🥰

⚠️ Smut. Minors DNI

Thank you @lyarr24 for the help with the gazebo! 😊

Going back to the island, the first thing you wanted to do was to make sure that Oscar was alright. Trying to not wake him up, you instantly took the baby in your arms, while Emmett started to get the things you brought from the city. Cece, Lindsay, Evelyn and her kids were around, they wanted to know all about your recent visit to the city as if it was a holiday. While all you wanted was to cuddle with Oscar and have some rest, gently, you kissed his head covered by an adorable knitted beanie, stirring in your arms, you saw him opening his mouth to yawn, you only left him a couple of days and he seemed to be bigger than you remembered, his little eyes struggling to focus when he heard your voice.

Cece told you that Oscar didn’t give them any trouble at night, he was sticking to the feeding hours, and that a couple of people visited the clinic in your absence but nothing too difficult to manage.

Emmett noticed you were a bit overwhelmed and decided to take you into your office.

“Do you need anything?” You asked as he closed the door.

“Yes, this.”

A pair of strong hands pulled you by the face, until his lips found yours. Surprised by the sudden need he was showing, you decided to give in, answering the kiss with the same force. Your hands found their way around his neck, to hold him in place, just in case he changed his mind.

But he didn’t, if anything, you noticed he slowed down the movements of his lips, deepening the kiss.

It was almost as if your batteries got recharged, his hands holding your head in place, your soft fingers caressing his face, the beard tickled, but you didn’t mind. This was the best kiss you ever got; so full of gratitude, of a genuine love that started to grow when you both needed it the most, so full of life, of the things that really mattered. The world could end right after that.

Surviving the invasion wasn’t something easy. Learning to live without the people you loved the most was almost unbearable.

But the moment the two of you met, everything changed for the best.

Despite everything, there was hope, happiness and a whole new opportunity to hold onto.

Pulling apart to get some air, he left his thumbs caress your cheeks, your eyes were still closed while a wide smile decorated your face.

“What is it?” He asked, in a whisper.

“Much better than I had dreamed.”

“I wanted to do that since the day I met you, Y/N.”

“Took you a while.” You stated with a smile.

Taking a deep breath, you saw a sparkle in his eyes. “I needed to be free first.”

“Are you?”

You saw him nodding before he leaned in for another kiss. Shorter this time.

“I gotta find Gabriel, he will help me hide the weapons.”

“Emmett, be careful with that please.”

“I will… See you around six? Same spot at the beach.”

“Yes, I’ll meet you there.”

As he opened the door, you found everyone together pressed against the door.

“Hey! Shouldn’t you all be doing something?”

“Why were you guys locked?” Marcus asked, looking between Emmett and you, Emily made him a sign to be quiet.

Smirks and knowing glances were shared, but Emmett was good sneaking around. “Marcus, Regan, I need your help.” As the Abbot siblings followed him, Cece, Lindsay and Evelyn stared at you.

“Oh, stop looking at me like that! Instead you should help me organize the medical supplies I brought.”

“Will do, just first tell us what’s going on.” The three of them couldn’t hide their excitement, they were acting like school girls.

“There’s nothing to tell, don’t be noisy.”

“I knew you couldn’t resist those muscles.” Cece was like a modern grandma, always speaking her mind.

You felt yourself blushing. “Stop, nothing happened between us… yet.”

“I’m babysitting Oscar tonight.” Linds stated with a wink.

You tried to refuse her offer, but it was more like an order.

Luckily for you, as the word that you were back spread around the island, some of your patients arrived, they weren’t used to you leaving the island and preferred to wait, so it was a busy day for you, but between one patient and other you fed Oscar and changed his diapers, constantly making him feel that you were around.

Closing the clinic a little bit earlier, you went to take a shower, fixed your hair making two braids and securing them in the back of your head as if it was a crown, letting the rest of your hair fall all over your back. Feeling it was a good moment to use the dress with small sunflowers you brought from your recent trip to the city, and you rushed to find Emmett, Oscar attached to your hip, carrying the Moses baby basket in your free hand.

But as you arrived at the spot where he found you swimming in your underwear the other day, you found a handwritten note under a rock.

Meet me at the dock. It read.

It was around, so you walked over there, looking around you found a male frame on the edge of it, you could tell it was Emmett’s back; wide shoulders, the veins in his arms showing since he was wearing a green shirt with a short sleeve. As the wood cracked under your feet, he turned around, but he was different… he seemed like a completely different man, the thick beard was gone.

Shocked by the sudden change, you stopped walking.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked, studying your face.

It wasn’t just how good looking he was, but also there was sparkle in him coming from the inside out.

“Your beard… you shaved it.”

His smile just got bigger as he closed the space between you and then you heard him chuckling. “Yeah, I did.”

Placing the Moses on the floor, you used that hand to caress his jaw and cheek, his skin was so soft. Turning his head around, Emmett kissed the inside of your palm.

“You don’t like it?”

Shaking your head, you smiled back at him. “I love it.”

“I thought it was a good time to leave the homeless look behind.” He admitted taking the Moses in his hand and guiding you to the edge of the dock. “I wanted you to come here, because while we were at the city, I thought how neither of us have a grave for our children… and I would like to make them some kind of tribute to honor them.”

Taking Oscar from your arms, Emmett placed the baby in the Moses and then squeezed your hand, in silence, he opened a bag and retrieved a small boat from it.

“I bought this for Zach’s birthday,” he started to say, melancholy found its way to his gaze. “but we never got the chance to build it together like we wanted to. I think he would like to see that I was able to finish it for him.”

“Emmett…” the words got stuck in your throat, you were unable to hold back the tears in your eyes. “this is a beautiful way to say goodbye, I just wish I had something for Maddie.”

“While we were at your house, I took the liberty to pick up a doll from the couch, I hope that was okay.” He then showed you the Barbie he was talking about, it was a Barbie dressed as a Doctor, Maddie loved that one, she used to say the doll was like you.

Were you ready to say goodbye to the pain and guilt?

You definitely needed to do it, for yourself, for Maddie, for Emmett.

Taking a deep breath, you took the doll from his hands and gently, placed a kiss into its head, imagining it was Maddie’s head. Your eyes filled with tears and you tried to suppress a loud sob, but the emotions were at the surface of your skin.

His strong arm came around your back, in a protective motion, his other hand was holding the boat. Placing the doll on the boat you gave Emmett a small look.

“Alright, shall we push it?” You could see that behind the smile, there was sadness too.

Looking at the sunset, about to go down, Emmett put his hand over yours. “Wherever you are, Maddie… I hope you’re happy and running around with Zach.”

Now it was Emmett’s turn to break, as you saw him struggling to speak, your free hand rubbed his back in a comforting motion.

“Even though it was for a short period of time, I loved being your dad, son. You gave me the greatest moments of joy.” He managed to say in a low voice.

Gently pushing the boat, the two of you saw it starting to sail away.

With no more strength supporting you body, you sat on the edge, leaving your legs hanging, Emmett mirrored you seconds later.

“This is so heartbreaking, but also its making me feel calmer… thank you for this moment.” You told him as one of his fingers caught a tear rolling down your cheek.

“We both needed this, Y/N. They’re at a better place now.”

You nodded and then watched in silence as the figure of the boat was starting to disappear in the distance. For a few minutes, each of you dealt with your own goodbye separately, but together by the union of your hands.

Time was relative in a moment like this, was it too short or too long? You weren’t sure, but sitting there next to Emmett with your head leaned against his shoulder, feeling his slow breathing until you couldn’t see the boat anymore something in your heart clicked, this was the perfect way to allow your Maddie and his Zach finally rest, it didn’t matter anymore if the two of you felt guilty, or powerless to protect them, it only mattered that two broken hearts finally found some peace after a long time.

Looking up at Emmett, you couldn’t stop the smile on your lips as you caressed his soft cheek, you couldn’t believe this was the same man that had mocked your work with natural plants a while ago.

You noticed the remains of a tear rolling down his face, but his eyes were shining like the stars that were starting to show up in the sky, wiping the tear away with your thumb while he closed his eyes. The weight on his shoulders started to fade away too.

Emmett helped you up and then took the basket with Oscar inside of it. Then, he offered his free hand out to intertwine your fingers together to walk back.

To your surprise, the gazebo was decorated with lights and candles on the floor.

“Emmett.” Your hand covered your mouth in surprise and when you turned around to see him, but your surprise grew as you found Regan taking Oscar from the basket.

“Good thing is we’ve got plenty of babysitters.” Emmett smiled and thanked Regan in sign language, before you could even protest they were gone.

Once they were out of your sight, you turned around to find Emmett staring at you with a beaming smile.

“This is lovely, very romantic.” You admitted accepting the small cup he was offering you.

“Had to blackmail Lindsay a little so she could get me a bottle of wine.”

Letting out a small chuckle you raised your glass at him. “Bet she had to get in trouble to find this treasure. I appreciate the effort.”

“It’s been ages since I did something like this Y/N and you’re making me hella nervous.”

Taking a small step towards him, you placed your hand over his heart. “Don’t be Emmett, it’s only me.”

This was the greatest opportunity to be honest, and you felt extremely grateful for him and everything he had done for you.

“Thanks to you, I feel that the hole in my heart, the heavy weight I was carrying around it’s gone…”

“Now it feels like I can take the next step with you Y/N, when you asked me why I was going by myself to the city… I needed to break parts with my wife first, to be able to have a new start with you.”

You frowned at his words, now understanding why he wanted to go the city. “Sorry, I didn’t meant to interrupt your process, Emmett.”

Cupping your face in his hands, you saw him shaking his head. “It’s because of you that I was able to do it, you gave me the strength I needed, Y/N.”

You didn’t know if you would stay in this island for the rest of your lives, or what the future hold, but whatever that was both of you wanted to be in this together.

Staring into each other’s eyes, your heart started to beat faster, going crazy like a drum.

Sometimes words aren’t necessary, one look or a smile is enough.

Leaning in, your lips met midway. Freer than ever as time stopped in a soft motion unfurling all your senses as Emmett’s arms wrapped your upper body. Your hands suddenly moved up from his shoulders to the back of his head, fingernails running through his hair as he tilted it to the other side.

Pulling apart to come up for air, your eyes were locked in each other.

“How did I fall in love with you Y/N?” Emmett asked touching your face with his fingertips.

“The same way I fell for you?” Trying to stop the grin from growing, you kissed him one more time, stealing a couple of quick pecks.

Exuding happiness through every pore, you realized how much it meant to you this fresh start with Emmett, if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t even dare to look at another man.

“I made something for you.” He announced while taking a step back. “It might be wrong, though since I only used the features you described.”

You were in awe of his skills to draw, especially because you never showed him a photograph of Maddie, but he managed to capture every single detail. Speechless you could only stare at the drawing.

“Do you like it?” Emmett asked after kissing your temple.

Pressing the paper against your chest, you nodded and kissed his lips with all the gratitude you had in your heart. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

“You showed me that even after something so terrible there’s still hope, happiness, a new beginning… Y/N you helped me to leave behind the pain and I will be forever grateful for that.”

Your heart was beating with such intensity that you were afraid it would come out from your chest.

“I don’t know what the future holds, Emmett, but I know I want to be by your side.”

Kissing him again, your bodies soon started demanding more, becoming heated rapidly. After blowing the candles, you walked to the clinic, rushing upstairs to your room. Breaking the kiss only when you needed to move away to take off your clothes as well as Emmett’s.

His rebel fringe tickling your skin as he kissed your body. His calloused hands setting your skin on fire while the deep but gentle movement of his hips was making you curl your toes and moan with each thrust.

“I just love how you feel around me, Y/N.” He stated kissing the spot where your neck and shoulder joined, and in response you ran your fingers over his arms and back.

“You’re filling me so good.” Arching your back, you didn’t want to leave a single space between your bodies.

Bending one of your legs, he changed the angle, hitting a sweet spot inside of you at the same time he increased the speed of his movements, unable to control the groans coming from him.

“Right there…” you could feel your orgasm approaching.

Bending down to claim your lips again, you matched his thrust by lifting your hips a little from the mattress. Unable to keep holding on, it was all he needed to explode from the pleasure, your own body reaching the highest pleasure at the same time.

The intensity of the moment silenced your thoughts, you could only focus on the wave of warmth running down inside of your body.

Waiting for him to come down his own high, your fingers were running through his hair, taking in his masculine features, the sharp cheek bones, until he opened his eyelids and you found yourself mirrored in the blue orbs.

“I love you, Y/N.” His body dealing with the small shakes of the intense pleasure he just experienced.

Closer than ever you rubbed his biceps up and down and then touched his jaw. “I love you too.” Pulling him down to kiss him again, you felt him break away from your body.

But only for a brief moment, because he soon wrapped his arm around your body to keep you close.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked him after noticing he was quiet.

Adjusting his head on the pillow to look at you, he answered: “what you told me on our way back here.”

“About people asking if you’d run to be the new leader of the island?” You thought he wouldn’t be interested, he wasn’t the type of man after power. But he did have a big heart.

“Yeah, I mean if you guys think I could help around…” he answered still unsure.

“Emmett you will be the best leader this island could get.” You assured him excited.

He snorted. “What could I possibly bring to the table?”

“Values, justice, a fair administration, a genuine interest to help people, all the good inside of you.”

“What if I fail?”

Shaking your head, you kissed his shoulder. “Stay true to yourself and you won’t.”

You could tell he was still unsure, so straightening in bed you straddled his legs and started kissing him once more.

“Say yes.”

“If this is how you’re going to convince me of something then you’ll get everything you want, Y/N.” He laughed and felt your smile against his skin.

“I’ll be by your side every step of the way.”

“So this is a full new start?”

The idea of it was so exciting.

“A new chance to live life to the fullest.”

He seemed to think about it for a second. Looking into your eyes, he found what he was looking for; a healed heart that helped him heal as well. You showed him the way to make something good out of his pain.

“A new chance to start everything over.”

After a long time around sadness, both of you found the way to make each other happy, to help the other heal.

You can call it fate, chance, whatever you want but truth is, it was more than you two ever imagined.

Fully aware than an opportunity like this doesn’t occur very often, Emmett and you decided to make the most out of this new chance.

#that’s what Cill said #cillian murphy #cillian murphy imagine #emmett aqp2 smut #emmett aqpii #cillian x emmett #a quiet place imagine #cillian Murphy smut

[finalgowrl]

go little rockstar 💫

#finalgowrl post 🎧 #so proud #honestly #i love to see him grow #but i want to gatekeep him at the same time 😭 #joe quinn #joseph quinn #johnny storm #fantastic four #a quiet place #a quiet place day one #gladiator #gladiator 2 #eddie munson #stranger things #marvel #joe quinn imagine #joe quinn x reader #joe quinn x you

[pitifulbaby]

I’m actually so normal about this btw

#Joseph quinn #a quiet place #lupita nyong'o #im so normal!! #THE CAT IS NAMED FRODO #eddie munson #Joseph quinn Eric #A quiet place eric #Eddie Munson imagine #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #a quiet place day one

[cillianhead]

★ MASTERLIST ★

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

Cillian Murphy x Reader:

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

Three And A Half Months (smut)

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

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

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

Lazy Sundays (smut)

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

Red Eyes (smut) (part two)

Strawberry Syrup (smut)

Jonathan Crane x Reader:

Sitting Pretty (smut)

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

Are You Afraid of The Dark? (smut)

Neil Lewis x Reader:

Pussy-Whipped (smut)

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

Slut (smut)

Thomas Shelby x Reader:

Show Me How Much You Need Me (smut)

Ambrosia (smut)

Look What You Made Me Do (smut)

Emmett (A Quiet Place II) x Reader:

Scream For Me (smut)

Jackson Rippner x Reader

Your Dog (smut)

Oppenheimer x Reader

- Oppie is a sub? (smut)

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

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader #cillian x reader #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #a quiet place II #a quiet place 2 #emmett a quiet place #emmett #emmett x reader #jonathan crane #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #batman #batman begins #watching the detectives #neil lewis #neil lewis x reader #neil lewis smut #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy fanfiction #oppenheimer #oppenheimer smut

[hawkebuckley]

#joseph quinn #eddie munson #stranger things #gladiator 2 #joe quinn #a quiet place day one #eddie munson imagine #a quiet place

[idksmtms]

Silence - Emmett (AQPII) x Younger!reader

Summary: You had seen Emmett before everything went to hell, but you didn't actually know him. Now though? Now he was all you had. He was everything. 

Word count: 3.9k 

Trigger Warnings: she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, profanity, innuendo, age gap (both characters are still 18+), p in v s*x, fingering, daddy kink, discussions of death, discussions of trauma, attempting to exchange sex for services (doesn’t actually happen tho), mental health struggles, (please let me know if I missed any) 

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the A Quiet Place or A Quiet Place Part 2 characters. I do not claim to own any of these characters. I do not own any pictures used nor do I claim to do so. 

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You hadn’t known it was him when you had followed the man in the abandoned factory down the chute. You hadn’t known it was him when you had landed with a thud right behind him and he had whirled on you as the screeches from the monster above echoed metallically over you. You still hadn’t known it was him when he had pulled you away from the entrance and into the old pipe and shut the door behind you and sat just in front, heaving and staring out of the little window inlaid in the door. But then, with shaking hands he had pulled down the scarf over his face and stared at you like you were somehow the craziest part of this new world, and simply uttered the words “what the fuck.” You had jumped forward then, slamming your palms to his mouth and widening your eyes to try and communicate how stupid he was being, but he just shoved you off and waited until you had sorted yourself into a seated position once more to speak. “They can’t hear us down here, especially if you whisper.” You stared at him, listened to the rough gravel of his voice, and it finally clicked in your mind who this was. 

You remembered Emmett from before. He had run the garage in your town and your dad always took your car there to get it fixed. You had never talked to him much, just a hi or hello there if you went to the garage with your dad or if you bumped into him somewhere in town, and it was alright considering you had just graduated high school when the creatures landed. Sure, he was the most handsome man you had ever seen, but it’s not like you thought about that much (you used to think about it all the time). You guys didn’t have much business with each other, he was a married man, so what did it matter? He had been your favourite naive high school crush. But that’s all it was. Then the creatures landed and any feeling other than survive, survive, survive, hadn’t entered your head since. 

“Mr. Emmett?” You finally whispered, hands pressed close to your mouth out of fear. You didn’t remember the last time you had spoken. What had been the last thing you said?

 He hesitated for a moment, then nodded. “Y/n?” 

“Yeah,” you nodded, clasping your hands together and rocking back and forth slightly. The air was getting stuffier and you could feel your lungs getting tighter. Then something started beeping and he reached over and opened the door. He jumped out and began pacing as you clambered out of the pipe like a human spider. 

You finally got a chance to look around the space you had fallen into, and it was… quaint. There was no better word really, because it wasn’t nice but it was much better than some places you had been. A pile of cushions and sheets and maybe a duvet (you couldn’t tell) made up a sleeping area in the corner. There were a pair of folding chairs across a makeshift coffee table with an oil lamp on it on the other side of the space and pieces of paper were tacked up on the wall above them. They were drawings, you quickly realised, of three different people over and over again. Was it his wife and kids? You could recognise Nora, but you had never paid particular attention to his kids, so is that what they looked like? 

You turned to Emmett and it seemed he had come to a decision. He began shaking his head and you knew exactly what he was going to say. Dread filled your stomach, filled every bone and every skin cell. You had barely survived on your own on the journey to finding this place. The group you had been with before… they were either picked away or went crazy but they had also been the reason you survived this long. You were, for lack of a better term, useless at survival. Other people had hunted for you, other people had killed for you, all you could do was watch over things, and run. 

“Please,” you began to whisper in a hurry, “please don’t make me go. Please, Mr. Emmett,” you rushed over to him, clasping his forearms and forcing him to look at you. His eyes were haunted, and you were sure he had seen terrible things, things that would stay with him till he eventually succumbed to whatever death awaited him in this new wasteland, but so had you. “Mr. Emmett, I can’t survive out there on my own,” your voice was clogged with tears now, your eyes shiny and dripping onto your cheeks, “if I don’t die as soon as I step out of here, then it’ll be within a few days, at most a week. I can’t do anything on my own Mr. Emmett, I’m fucking useless!” You sobbed, a sound so loud he slapped a hand over your mouth and hushed you aggressively, but you continued crying, leaning into his hand as you blubbered. 

This was the first time you had cried since that first day. There had been no time to cry later, always on the run, always worrying about something, and now it was finally hitting you. Your world was truly ending, and these last-minute grabs to try and save it weren’t going to work. 

“Sh, sh, alright,” he whispered, “alright, just calm down, just calm down and be quiet.” 

You pressed your lips together and pulled away, wiping at your eyes and trying to quell the need to hiccup out more sobs. Emmett sighed and pressed his hand to his forehead, eyes closed as he shook his head and muttered to himself. 

“Please, Mr. Emmett,” you whispered again, looking up at him with those big eyes of yours that made his resolve melt. “I’ll do anything for you, anything,” you dropped your backpack to the floor and began pulling up the hem of your tank top. You had never had the luxury of a jacket, and there were many cold nights barely survived in this tank top, but after a while you had learnt to be thankful for every little thing you had. 

You looked him in the eyes as your shirt began to rise, no shame, just desperation. Just as the hem reached the undersides of your breasts, he reached out and grabbed your hand so tight your knuckles began to hurt. 

“Stop,” he bit out, staring at the floor as he forced your hand back down your stomach. Once he was sure you were covered up again, he looked at you again and sighed like the weight of the world had come crashing back down on his shoulders all over again. “You can stay, but you at least have to learn how to use a gun, in case I’m not here.” 

“Yes, yes anything,” you breathed out, and launched yourself onto him, hugging him around the neck and pressing your cheeks together. Oh how long it had been since you had hugged someone. He was so warm and you could feel his firm frame under his clothes. Clearly it had been just as long for him since he hadn’t even bothered to reciprocate, hands hanging at his sides and body frozen. Slowly you released him, stepping back and staring at the ground as he cleared his throat and turned away to do… something. Whatever a person needs to do nowadays. 

He had sacrificed some of his sheets and pillows for you to make your bed, but you didn’t stray too far from his own setup, wanting to know that there was someone with you when you were going to sleep. You had quickly fallen into a routine within the next few days of living together. You would wake up when you heard the rustling of his sheets, spending some time washing up and nibbling on just enough food to quiet the growls in your stomachs. Then he would sit in one of the folding chairs and draw, the soft scratching of his pencil against paper filling the space. You occupied the other chair and began to work your way through the small pile of books he had. Sometimes both of you would look up simultaneously if you heard a click or a creak echo down the chute, but when it was silent once again you would return to your own activities without saying a word. 

On the third day, he decided to venture out to gather more food and water. You had watched him ready himself for the trip, wrapping the scarf around his face, gathering up his shotgun, then climbing the ladder without a look back. You had tried to read while he was away, but your mind couldn’t focus. At every sound, or even the illusion of sound, your head snapped to the chute to see if he was back. Eventually you abandoned your seat and began to pace, staring at his drawings and sifting through the pages of his journal. There were a lot more drawings in there, and you wondered how he had chosen the ones to put up. Even the half-finished ones were beautiful, and you felt a sudden onset of tears as you turned page after page of their faces. You were careful not to let a tear fall on any of the papers, and gently set it back down, caressing the leather cover for a moment before going to his pile of sheets and settling down for a nap on top of them. 

You woke up when he returned. You hadn’t realised how much noise actually happened just by two people existing, but the sound of his feet on the ladder rungs, his panting breaths, even the rustle of his clothes suddenly seemed so loud after the hours of quiet solitude. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, watching as he set out the supplies before walking over to you and handing you something. He didn’t comment that you were on his bed, and you didn’t make any move to get up, and he just went back to his chair journal. You stared at the pile in your hands, five new books in various states of decay, but all readable. They must have been a completely unnecessary weight for him, only a hindrance and a danger, but he had brought them. For you. You stared at the pile in your hands, a collection of paperbacks you had never heard of, and then you looked at him. He was busy with the journal, head bent low over the paper, and something bloomed in your chest, filling you up with all this… happiness? Joy? Love? You weren’t sure what those felt like anymore but it must be close. 

Two weeks after you had arrived in his little sanctuary, winter truly began to set in. It had started to become colder at night, and you were lucky enough to be sheltered away from any winds, but the chill that settled in the air at night seeped into your bones. For the first week you could survive by bundling up as tight as possible in all your blankets and a jacket that Emmett had scavenged for you. But with every night that passed, even that wasn’t enough to keep the cold out, and most of your nights were spent awake and shivering, hoping you wouldn’t die of hypothermia. 

At last, on one particular night, you truly couldn’t handle the cold anymore, and you decided enough was enough. Heaters didn’t exist anymore, but body warmth was a natural heater, and you had a perfectly good body nearby. You turned over under your blankets and slowly began shifting your way over to his pile. You could see his body moving under his blankets with every breath, and you were sure he was still awake, because why wouldn’t he be? Who could sleep in this cold, even Emmett? You managed to make your way to his bedding and slipped under his blankets. Emmett turned over, staring at you in the dark, but you just continued burrowing yourself closer to him until your head was pressed under his chin and your arms and legs were wrapped around him. Once you had felt the warmth emanating from him, there was no turning back. He only had on a t-shirt under the blankets and he shivered whenever your skin made contact with his. You were freezing cold yet he was hotter than the sun. The skin on his arms was soft, and you lightly ran your hands up and down it before wrapping him up in your arms once more. 

At first, Emmett didn’t move. Again, he was frozen, just like when you had hugged him. But slowly, as the quiet settled in again and both of your breaths evened out once more, he moved his arms to wrap around you in return, pressing you close to his chest and splaying his hands over your back. Every breath he took ruffled your hair and your every breath fanned his neck. Both of you were quiet, soaking in each other’s touch. It had been aeons since either of you had felt the sustained touch of another person, had just been held by another person. It was an indescribable comfort that you now deemed essential to your survival. 

From then on, every night passed in this fashion. You would wriggle your way into his cocoon of blankets and he would wrap you up tight in his arms, pressing his lips to the top of your head without a thought. It made life seem better somehow. Waking up every morning in his arms, knowing that that’s how the day was going to end made everything more… bearable. 

Three weeks later Emmett ventured out on another supply trip. You had silently been having a particularly difficult day. Your mind couldn’t focus on anything, neither your book nor the pencil drawings you had picked up since being around Emmett. Your mind felt hyperactive but so overly tired at the same time and you wanted to venture out for a walk but you knew Emmett would have a fit if you left the space without him. Instead, you settled down on his bed and waited for him to come back once more. When he did return, again carrying a small pile of books, you didn’t bother getting up to greet him like you usually did. You stayed curled up on the sheets and stared at the wall, overcome with a wave of despondency that made you feel paralysed. Emmett watched you as you lay there, and after putting away all the supplies, came to lay down beside you. He hesitated before touching you, unsure how to handle this mood, but eventually decided to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you back until you were flush to his body. 

He had grown overly fond of you in the time since you had invaded his life. You had become life itself to him. At first he had dreaded the thought of caring for someone else. After the way it had ended with his children and Nora, he didn’t want to be responsible for anyone but himself. He would have no regret of his own death. But then you started complimenting his drawings and trying to make the little hovel prettier wherever you could. You told him stories of your life before while you guys ate or you simply existed beside him, a presence always there to reassure him. And it made his heart feel all warm and reminded him what was so good about being alive in the first place. 

He had thought about what people would have said about you two if the apocalypse hadn’t happened. He had thought every single judgemental thought about how young you were and how old he clearly was next to you. But then he remembered that this wouldn’t have happened without an apocalypse anyway. The world was gone, and with it norms and propriety. While he still had his values, he also recognised you were an adult now, and in this world it didn’t matter if he was older. All that really mattered was if you felt the same way about him. 

Emmett pressed his lips to the back of your head and waited, listening to your breaths shudder slightly as you pressed back against him, hands coming up to clasp his. You ran your thumb over his knuckles a few times before turning over to face him. You clasped his face in your hands and made sure he met your eyes. He could see that they were shiny but no tears had fallen yet. 

“Don’t leave me alone anymore,” you whispered, “I can’t stay here waiting for you to come back wondering if you even will. I feel sick to my stomach every time you walk out because you are all I have left. If you die out there, then I have no reason to keep living. You carry my heart with you everywhere you go, right here,” you gently patted his chest, “so I can’t have you going out there without me anymore. I can’t. If you die, I die.” Emmett stared into your eyes. You were so serious, not a single stutter in your words, and all he could do was whisper ‘ok’ in return. You nodded, still grasping his face in your hands, before moving forward and kissing him gently. 

Emmett pushed himself even closer to your face, his nose pressing into the crevice between your nose and cheek, and slipped his tongue into your mouth. His hand slid under your shirt, tickling the warm skin as he ran it up until he was grasping your breast in his hand. He couldn’t get enough of you already. Your mouth was so soft and each kiss became more ravenous as both of you pressed your open mouths together. He gripped your breast and squeezed revelling in the breathy sounds you let into his mouth, rubbing your nipple and pinching it, flicking the little nub until you were moving your hips without realising. 

Emmett moved over you until he was settled into the space between your legs and began grinding into you, settling his weight onto your body. You pulled away from his mouth and hurriedly lifted off your shirt. You began tugging at his but he just pushed your hands away and threw it off himself. Everything had escalated so quickly that neither of you had patience for anything but getting him inside of you as quickly as possible. The air around you had become boiling hot and the space between you was stifling.

He was quick to unbutton your pants and push them down until one leg had been freed. Neither of you cared about the other leg. His own were pushed down just until he was freed and he let out a groan of relief right into your ear. When you began trying to push him down and into you, he pressed down on your hips and hushed the whines that burst out of you. 

“I have to prep you, come on baby,” he kissed your cheek, your chin, your neck, then reached down to the apex of your thighs. You were wet all over and so hot he could feel the heat before he even touched. He panted into your neck as he began gliding his fingers along your pussylips, pressing between them and twisting his index and middle fingers so they were covered in your slick. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby,” he muttered into your neck, pressing his fingers to your clit. “My baby’s dripping all over and it’s all for me, huh?” He seemed to be talking to himself as it didn’t matter if you answered or not. You were too lost in the sensations of his rough fingertips running back and forth over your swollen clit, pressing and rubbing and pinching until your legs were trying to close around his hand and your hips were wriggling. 

“Daddy, please,” you whispered, and he groaned so loud you rushed to slap your hand over his mouth. God it had been so long since a woman had called him that. If he wasn’t careful he would cum from humping your leg. Emmett pushed a finger into you and instantly started up a rhythm. He felt your squishy insides and the texture of your walls and curled his fingers every time he pushed them into you. Your legs had fully tightened around his hand that he couldn’t see it anymore but it didn’t matter, as long as he could move it and watch the way you scrunched up your face, panting into the air, he could die a happy man. 

It took you all of two minutes to reach your peak like that, clit bullied and filled with his fingers. Once you had begun to come down, he was quick to pull his hand away from you and focus on prying your thighs apart again. The sticky sound of your thighs opening up was music to his ears and he lined himself up to your entrance. You were still a little sensitive from your first orgasm and the feeling of him spearing through you made you convulse. You dug your nails into his shoulders and cried out but he had already covered your mouth with his hand. He pressed in until your hips met and his pelvis squished your clit through your folds. He took a moment to breathe heavily against your neck, adjusted himself slightly, and keeping his hand over your mouth, began to thrust into you. You bit into his palm but he only grunted and kept on, slamming into you over and over. You were jelly, you were a hot melted pool of pleasure, ready to be used for whatever he desired. Your legs felt like they were being zapped with electricity and your arms were so tight that they might fall off if you let go of Emmett. 

The pleasure began to climb, and you could feel it building in your stomach. The tingles sped up, and the pressure increased until you were clenching down on him over and over again. His pace faltered at the feeling but he was quick to get back at it. He reached down to press harshly at your clit but it was too harsh at first and you jolted away from him with a yelp. He shushed you and gently began rubbing it in circles and you came all over him. The tightening from your orgasm triggered his own and he pushed inside you fully and began twitching, grunting like a wild beast into your shoulder. He had bit down onto the flesh and you could still feel his teeth there even when he pulled away to begin kissing you. 

Both of you lay there for a while, just feeling everything in your bodies. Once the sweat had cooled on your skin, you turned over and whispered into Emmet’s ear, “I love you.” 

And when Evelyn Abbott and her family came falling into Emmett’s little sanctuary, what they weren’t expecting to encounter was a pregnant young lady with him.

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[ssweetleaf]

smarty.

emmett (a quiet place ii) x reader

you break one of emmett’s rules and go outside alone. he makes sure you are never to do it again.

warnings: spanking, thigh riding, unprotected p in v, daddy kink, reader is implied to be younger, praise

Intoxicated.

That was how you felt— completely inebriated and already a little dumb from the way he rocked you back and forth, back and forth on the tensing muscle of his thigh. Strong and rugged underneath you, tinged with sweat and blood, the smell so familiar now, consoling you further and you pressed your nose against his neck, eager to have him surround you entirely.

“Look at me,” he grunted, holding your chin between a thumb and forefinger, face so stern and eyes so blue when they bored into your own. “you gonna tell me why you went out on your own?”

You were playing dangerous, or maybe it was the stars that clouded your mind when your clit bumped against his thigh— coy to his question, the welt upon your cheek stinging still from the alcohol he had pressed against it, the skin around your eye already starting to swell…

“Don’t know what you’re talking about, daddy.”

Fuck.

There it was, that- that name. A singular something that drove him absolutely insane, causing his cock to swell and his jeans to tighten — you had him wrapped around your little finger, whether he liked it or not.

Emmett sighed, squeezing his eyes shut before wrapping a hand loosely around your throat.

“Last chance, baby-” he spoke slow, almost mockingly, “why did you break my rules?”

Silence. That was your response against pouted lips, you knew what was coming next and he’d have the reason sooner or later.

“Come on then, over my lap— you know what to do,” you whined at his command, but obeyed, your ass arched nice and pretty over his lap, the only barrier being the cotton of your underwear and you inwardly mewled for the sting of his palm. “atta girl.”

Rough palms kneaded at the globes of flesh, pulling the saturated cotton taut against your clit before inflicting a sharp slap to your poor cheek— the skin simmering, the weight of his palm still there, even after he pulled away to spank the other.

“Daddy, please-!” Another one, the force behind it enough to have you jolting forward, though the pain was enough to keep your mind off the wounds that stippled your pretty face. “It hurts!”

You were whining, unable to struggle in his tight hold and your pussy was soaking, dripping onto his jeans and smearing all over your thighs from the constant clenching— clit throbbing furiously, just aching to be touched and played with.

“I know it does, sweetheart- supposed to,”

Smack. Smack. Smack.

Three quick blows, hard enough to leave a print, stinging the backs of your thighs before smoothing his harsh hand over those pretty welts.

“But it’s for your own good.” Joel’s fingertips inched closer and closer towards your pussy, slipping between your thighs to press the warmth of his palm against you, just barely grazing your puffy clit. “If y’woulda just stayed inside I wouldn’t have to punish you, silly girl.”

Fat tears ebbed over your waterline, glistening down your cheeks to leave them all puffy and red.

“M’sorry-” you hiccuped, mindlessly arching into his palming hand, even through that immense humiliation that circled the pit of your stomach.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, girlie- y’know that—” once again, after the warmth of his fingers disappeared from your pussy, he cut his speech with another spank— this time with enough force to have you shift up the length of his lap, leaving your eyes to swirl around, all dumb and compliant now.

Smack. Smack. Smack.

You cried out, various babbles falling from your puffy lips, slick with spit and swallowing your tears— so frustrated from the lack of touch to where you needed him most, your clit throbbed and begged to be pressed and rolled between his callused fingertips, arousal still dripping down, the wet spot on his jeans a massive indicator to how badly you needed him to sate your clenching pussy.

“P-please!” Your throat crackled from all the constant whines and mewls, reaching a hand behind your back for something, anything to hold onto, but only resulted in him grabbing at your wrist and pressing it tightly against your back, keeping it there, a silent command; no touching.

You felt so sore, the backs of your thighs victim to his blows, skin so soft and fleshy, just begging to be kneaded and smacked.

“Emmett! Daddy please, I-I’m sorry!”

“I know-” he cooed, his unoccupied hand smoothing over your forehead and petting at your hair. “Just a few more. Gotta make you learn.”

Your ass was searing once he had finished, palm smoothing over the hot skin, no more anticipation, just soothing circles into throbbing flesh.

“Come on, up you get— let’s dry those tears, hm?” You shifted, trying hard not to put pressure against your bruised backside when you straddled his lap, his callused thumbs careful when they swiped away the tears that managed to slip before cradling your face between his palms. “Y’gonna give me a smile, sweet girl?”

You pouted before cracking a little smile, your hands gripping at his shoulders, something to ground you.

“There she is,” Emmett cooed, smoothing the soft wisps of hair out of your face, thumbs rubbing circles over the apples of your cheeks. “Y’know I care about you, baby— don’t want you gettin’ hurt.”

“I know,” you sighed, leaning forward to nuzzle your nose against his, “and I love you for it.”

“I know,” he repeated, he didn’t have to say it back, you just knew, you could tell with the way he held you, looked at you, surrounded you.

“I need you, daddy,” you whispered, continuing your shifting and grinding upon his lap, “please can I have it?”

He knew what you were asking for and he’d let you have it till the end of time.

He unbuckled his belt, popping the button to his jeans and pulled out his cock, hard and leaking at the tip, your mouth started to water, pussy clenching at the idea of having him inside you once again.

“Come on, lay down for me.” You nodded, shifting around in your shared bunker, heat rising and causing your skin to perspire.

Emmett pushed your panties to the side, no more, nothing in the way now, just sweet, hot pleasure.

The blunt head of his cock tapped crudely against your clit, before he swiped it teasingly along your folds, getting it nice and wet before inching it inside your opening— the pillow that was stuffed beneath your hips, along with your sopping arousal had him sliding in with little resistance.

“There ya go,” he hummed, bottoming out completely— you could feel the heavy drag of his balls against the throbbing skin of your ass when he pulled out just to push himself back in, his thrusts so hard it had your mouth watering, brain struggling to keep up, instead just letting mindless babbles slip. “Good girl.”

DaddyDaddyDaddyDaddy.

A constant mantra fell from your spit-slick lips, nothing else coming to mind, not while he fucked you into the stained mattress— so dirty and obscene, it had your eyes practically rolling to the back of your skull.

You were close already, clit throbbing and pussy clenching, all creamy and wet, sticking to the wiry thatch of hair at his base.

He knew you were close. That’s why he stopped his thrusts, leaning in close and squeezing at your cheeks with a large hand, lips jutting into a pout.

“Know you were close, sweet girl,” he cooed, mocking your pout with one of his own, chuckling at your desperate whines. “but daddy’ll only let you cum if you promise me you’ll never go outside alone again.”

sorry i’ve been away again, please forgive me.

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

wormie wormie wormie wormi-

#tiny little guy!!! teeny thing!!! #i imagine that wormie acts kinda like a cat mixed with a crow #also she Violently wiggles her whole body when she sees barnaby. thank you for coming to my ted talk #fully convulsing. acting as though she's jello in a centrifuge #and she Does Not Stop until she is held so barnaby has to figure out how to pick her up w/o hurting her #its very amusing in my mind... hes laughing his ass off as she flops all over the place #she doesnt make noise except for very brief quiet squeaks!! #also wormie is not technically female. no one knows what the fuck she is if anything #but barnaby started referring to her with feminine terms and it Stuck #kinda like finding a cool object and going 'oh she's neat' #yeah like that! #wormie lore hidden in the fantasy au... #scribble salad #wh fantasy au #im melting picturing barnaby holding her by the 'handle' #he commissioned the harness himself... made out of the same leather as his gloves! & the same etched design as his boots! #guys im so soft thinking about them.... barnaby and his little pet worm... #i imagine he teaches her tricks... carries her on his hat.... baby talks her cause she's just that tiny how could he not.... #im picturing a Scenario where barnaby full speed full force bodyslams eddie who was just walkin along #like Full Force. eddie flies back ten feet and leaves a groove in the dirt when he lands - everyone goes Hey What The Fuck Barn?! #but as soon as he does it barnaby is rushing over like 'omfg im so sorry but i had to - you were about to step on wormie'

[riotinyellow]

call me a gatekeeper or delusional, but I don't like how you lot are switching up on cillian Murphy, couple months ago you were calling him ugly and Comparing him to oli London

what changed ?

#he is definitely not the first actor to go through this im just using him as an example #this hollywood cycle is so draining to keep up with i cant imagine how it feels to be in it #cillian murphy #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #Patricia kitten braden #the dark knight #breakfast on pluto #dc universe #jonathan crane #kitten braden #inception #robert fischer #a quiet place part ii #emmet #28 days later #jim #oppenheimer

[websterss]

𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 — 𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂 (𝐀𝐐𝐏:𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄)

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

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

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 1,963

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Eric x fem!Reader  

𝐀/𝐍: Hope you like it! I wrote this long before we knew his character's name lol. I don't know if I should do another part yet, let me know what you guys think! <33

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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

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

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

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

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

Shooter, what?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Was he foreign?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thomas, he mouthed his name then pointed to himself.

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

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[queenshelby]

THE FUTURE (PART THREE)

Pairing: Emmett (A Quiet Place) x Original Female Character

Warning: Age Gap, Forced Procreation, Past Sexual Abuse, Angst

Three weeks after Caitlyn and Emmett returned to the Island and Caitlyn was afforded some time to settle back an, the Council summoned them for a meeting to discuss some arrangements for them and Caitlyn's fostered children.

Evelyn was on the Council as well, and she was sympathetic towards Caitlyn's precarious position as a young woman who, before coming to the island, had escaped from the clutches of those who had destroyed her life. She could not imagine what Caitlyn was going through now that, due to her age, she was asked to partake in the procreation program and, therefore, tried to help her as much as she could. 

Emmett also understood Caitlyn's plight, and he sympathized with her even though he was usually rather harsh and private.

He had known loss, pain, and sacrifice himself, and as he witnessed the vulnerable young woman navigate her own struggles, which somehow made him soften a bit. Despite his reservations, he agreed to move in with her and act as a guardian to her children. Essentially, he was to play the part of father and lover without actually being neither, but the Council did not know this, other than Evelyn who was privy to Emmett's plan.

"Emmett," one of the members of council began to speak. "It is our understanding that you have agreed to be paired with Caitlyn and, considering her youth, we expect this collaboration to yield results quickly, as per the new procreation program," the representative decreed, bringing forth a chuckle.

"You fucking people," he sighed, rubbing the crease between his brows. "Why someone would go through the trouble of reproducing when we can barely offer a decent life to those who already live here is beyond me but, yes, I agree to be paired with Caitlyn," he exclaimed, making his position clear. 

The air in the room grew heavy with tension, intensifying with every word he spoke and a ripple of unease crept through the Council's ranks, challenging their demands and causing uncertainty to bubble beneath the surface. Evelyn observed the exchange silently, proud of Emmett's defiance and confident in his abilities to navigate the challenges that lay ahead and, yet, she had to caution him.

"Emmett, we need your assurance that you will comply with the program," she emphasized, trying to maintain a semblance of normalcy, causing him to sigh again. 

Then, Emmet nodded nonetheless, understanding the implications of his earlier words. Being paired with Caitlyn meant that she was safe from other men who might abuse her just like the men on the mainland did before she was rescued. This was not something Emmett wanted for her and, as thus, he agreed to comply.

"We will do our best," he then reassured the council while you sat there, silently, nodding and wearing a forced smile. You tried to hide how you felt about this arrangement, but the subtle glint of distress in your eyes gave you away. Yet, you silently hoped that this would be enough to keep you safe from the prying, and at times malevolent, eyes of those that ruled over this strange island.

The meeting carried on for a while, as they discussed all the details of your new living arrangements and it was decided that Emmett had to move in with you and make available his cabin on the beach for new arrivals.

You were also told that you had three months to fall pregnant, failing which you would be paired with someone else. 

Emmett observed the distress etched on your face, knowing the immense anxiety this news provoked. But like the strong and resilient woman you were, you reframed the situation in a different light. Three months was enough time to devise an alternative plan. Three months meant you could continue working on your farm, growing food for the community. Three months was enough time to consolidate your relationship with Emmett, forging a friendship that could ultimately buffer the emotional storm that was about to unleash upon you.

And this is exactly how you chose to look at it, on the outside at least.

***

That same day, Emmett brought his belongings to your house

. You watched as he carried his bag, taking in the sturdiness of the worn leather, the way it hung from his shoulders, remnants of a once simpler time before everything changed, before the world as they knew it collapsed.

"I will take the floor," he signed, rolling out the swag in the living room which is where you too were sleeping. In the corner of the Livingroom there was a small bed which was yours and in the one small single bedroom next to it, the two boys were sleeping on mattresses on the floor. You had no kitchen and only an outdoor shower. Your house was simple as you had built it with your own hands, but Emmett did not seem to mind. 

It was a roof over their heads, after all. He nodded approvingly as he surveyed the small but cozy home. Despite the austere conditions, Emmett could not help but appreciate the tranquility of your surroundings.

"You did well here, Caitlyn," he complimented, as you watched him shed his worn-out jacket, revealing the muscular contours of his upper body beneath. The cuts and creases on his arms were fitting reminders of the life you both led on this island.

Though Emmett was a seasoned survivor, Caitlyn wondered if he was capable of fathoming the inner turmoil you harbored as you navigated your complicated existence on the Island.

Emmett's eyes fell on the crude drawings that adorned every vertical surface of your wooden walls. They were children's stories, representations of their lives that your two boys had curated. He smiled warmly at the simplicity of their stories, the pure joy and imagination they conveyed.

They reminded Emmett of his own children who had died on the first day of the invasion and his look softened almost instantly.

His thoughts were miles away, lingering on the memories of their soft laughter, beaming smiles, and his heart caught in his throat with a longing so deep, only the silence of their world could contain it.

But things were different on the Island. Life was fragile, but Emmett had learned to be resilient. It's all about adjusting to new situations, and this was one of them.

Reaching for his bearded chin, you made him look at you as, clearly, he was lost in his own thoughts right now.

"Thank you," you signed, grateful for his genuine show of support. "I truly appreciate it."

Emmett met your gaze, his piercing blue eyes radiating strength and resilience, as well as a shared understanding. "You are welcome, Caitlyn," he signed back sincerely. "But don't expect too much from me," he went on to add, his wry smile serving as a reminder that, despite his strong-willed appearance, Emmett still grappled with his own demons and unresolved issues.

"The boys are your responsibility, and I will stay out of your way wherever I can and I expect you to stay out of mine," he continued, his hands swiftly conveying his message, as Caitlyn studied him with equal parts curiosity and suspicion.

His blunt honesty startled her, and she found herself struggling to respond, until eventually, she nodded her assent. "Understood." She knew that he did this merely to protect her and this was enough for her to be grateful to him.

It was a sham they were running for the sake of the procreation program and she had no intention of falling pregnant. Living with Emmett saved her from being abused by other men and offered her a measure of protection which, at least for now, was all that mattered to her.

To be continued...

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[hllywdwhre]

For any Cillian fans on Insta: this blog has 44K and is using Cillian’s face to spread transphobic crap

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[beastofburdenxo]

Misbehavior

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

"I fucking said no, daddy!"

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

"I am not changing dammit!"

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

Slap. You squeak in surprise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, Daddy."

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

"Daddy!"

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

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

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

"Daddy!"

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

"Daddy please!"

He pulls out and slaps your pussy again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[finalgowrl]

proud of you, bambi 🤎

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