The Future (Intro)
Pairing: Emmett (AQP2) x Female OC
Warnings: Post-Apocalyptic, Post-Trauma, Arranged Marriage, Forced Impregnation
Notes: Alright, you asked for this and I said I would do it! But there is a twist! I am writing my first OC story, so please be kind. I also stole some pictures from Fear the Walking Dead for my character introduction. It seemed fitting enough...
Introduction/Characters:
Caitlin (Original Character & Main Protagonist): Caitlin is 25 years old and single. She is a nurse on the island which sometimes proves difficult for her as, just like Regan, she is deaf. Caitlin suffered trauma and abuse after having been captured by rebels on the mainland and then was rescued by Emmett who took her to the island. Caitlin enjoys drawing, reading, and gardening.
Karl (Original Character): Karl is ten years old and Caitlin’s adoptive son. Their backstory is explained below. Karl is also deaf.
Max (Original Character): Max is eights years and also Catlin’s adoptive son. He is Karl’s younger biological brother.
Emmett (Main Protagonist): We all know Emmett of course. Emmett is 45 years old and leads the task force to the mainland, to which he travels occasionally to source food and seek out survivors. Over the years, Emmett has learned sign-language for Regan’s sake. Emmett is Eloise’s godfather and lives on his own with his dog Scout, in a small cabin, away from the main village on the island. He likes to keep to himself and draw, but often gets forced to socialise with the group.
Regan: We also all know Regan. Regan is now in her early twenties and has a daughter called Eloise.
Eloise (Original Character): Eloise is Regan’s three-year-old daughter.
George (Original Character): George is Regan’s husband.
Evelyn: We all know Evelyn of course. Evelyn is Regan’s mother and Emmett’s closest friend. Evelyn is one of the elected five council members and, unlike Emmett, she is very active in the community.
Jordyn (Original Character): Jordyn is 30 years old and single. Jordyn is interested in Caitlin but has a troubled past. Until one year ago, he lived on the mainland with a rebel group but, due to a dispute with the other men, he took shelter on the island. Emmett and some of the others are keeping a close eye on him and some other young men, including Evelyn’s son, whom he is trying to recruit for an uprising against the authorities.
Background
After years of living on the island, a community had finally been formed and it was this sense of community which gave everyone hope following the invasion.
Other communities like this were soon discovered elsewhere, mostly scattered across different islands off the shores of America and these communities eventually began to form a government again, named the “New Government of the Island States” (NGIS).
Telecommunication was slowly restored amongst these communities and, after implementing successful means of basic communication, five representatives from each island community were elected to form a local council. The local council for each island was then tasked to implement any new laws and regulations proposed within their sector and, so that none of the communities would create havoc for themselves or others, any new laws and regulations were prepared and passed collectively by the Senate of the NGIS. All five council members were also members of such Senate and, together, at least seventy percent of all 35 Senate members had to vote in favour of any new law or regulation before its implementation across the member islands.
It was called democracy and gave rise to many good ideas. After five years of chaos, criminals and murderers were now finally being brought to justice again and there was now also the option of legal marriage and companionship.
The few children that had survived the invasion were now being schooled and everyone was given food as well as employment.
A task force had also been established on each island, requiring at least twenty participants whom were mostly volunteers to, occasionally, travel to the mainland in order to look for survivors and gather supplies. The task force was also charged with killing the aliens which, over the past five years, had destroyed this earth and killed over ninety-nine percent of the population.
But, the fact that ninety-nine percent of the population had died following the invasion also gave rise to a new law which had been voted in favour of at the rate of just seventy-one percent. It was a law that had been frowned upon by many and was called the “Law of Procreation”.
Under the Law of Procreation, every female above the age of twenty and under the age of thirty-five had to be bound to a domestic relationship and produce at least two children if at all physically possible.
Birth control was made illegal for women who fall within this age bracket and if a woman had not found a partner within ninety days of this law having been enacted or within ninety days of turning twenty (whichever is the later), then a partner was to be assigned to her by council.
This, unfortunately, was the case for at least three single women on the Seaside Island, one of whom was Caitlin.
Caitlin was a 25-year-old nurse who had arrived at the island three years ago with a child named Max and a child named Karl. Both children were still young, eight and ten respectively and just like Caitlin herself, Karl could neither hear nor speak. He was deaf and, since he was just like her, this is why Caitlin had cared for him all this time.
On the day of the invasion, Caitlin was babysitting the two boys which was something she had done for several years beforehand. Because she knew sign-language, the siblings’ parents had employed her as a daytime carer for them after they decided that boys should both be home schooled and, with that in mind, Caitlin became a qualified aid to them both.
Then, when the aliens took over, it was Caitlin who saved the boys’ life and although she started looking for their parents, they could never be found. They had probably been taken by the creatures and, with that in mind, Caitlin and the two siblings took shelter in a nearby barn before making their way to the island.
Just as many others, Max heard the signal and told Caitlin about it which is when they made their way to the nearest dock. But, just as they had arrived at the dock to board a small ship to Seaside Island, the unthinkable happened.
Caitlin was taken by a group of men while Max and Karl managed to hide on a small boat near the pier. The boat itself became their saviour and, miraculously, they made it to the island to gather help.
Six men from the island then went to the shore in order to save Caitlin. It was an act full of compassion, led by a man called Norman who, sadly, passed away one year following his mission to the mainland.
Knowing that Caitlin could neither speak nor hear, Norman asked Emmett to join him along with Regan’s husband George. Both George and Emmett knew some sign-language after having learned the basics for Regan’s sake and were therefore well equipped to communicate with the captured girl who appreciated the involvement from both men in the rescue mission.
Alongside Caitlin, the group rescued two more women, as well as a young child who belonged to one of the rebels.
The women had endured great suffering under the care of these barbaric men and it was Emmett who took revenge for them after they were freed.
It was also Emmett who carried Caitlin out of the building as she was too injured to walk herself and they had been acquaintances ever since. One wouldn’t call them friends, but they sure got along, at least until now, which is when their lives were to be changed forever.
To be continued…
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'Before his life-changing call from director Christopher Nolan, his sensational performance as the father of the atomic bomb in Oppenheimer, and the well-deserved Oscars buzz following the film’s release, Cillian Murphy spent nearly a decade portraying working-class Brummie gangster Tommy Shelby in Steven Knight’s British crime drama, Peaky Blinders.
Inspired by the real-life gang of the same name, the six-season series followed the Shelby family’s business dealings, relationships, unsavory acts, and pursuits of power in Birmingham, England, 1919. Thanks to compelling writing, word of mouth, a Netflix streaming slot, and standout performances from a stacked cast — especially Murphy’s — what started as a small show on BBC Two in 2013 grew into a global phenomenon.
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Since Murphy first rode through the gritty Birmingham streets on horseback sporting a fresh undercut and a razor-trimmed cap pulled over his eyes, the role felt as bespoke as one of Tommy’s signature three-piece suits. On the surface, Murphy nailed the Birmingham accent, convincingly knocked back lowball glasses of whiskey, confidently handled a gun, and seductively smoked thousands of cigarettes on set. But his abilities to access and expose the deeper complexities, contradictions, and PTSD of the broken World War I veteran were particularly profound.
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A decade after Peaky Blinders first premiered, it remains a razor-sharp series that boasts Knight’s brilliant storytelling; captivating characters; stunning set design, wardrobes, and haircuts; a killer soundtrack led by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds’ “Red Right Hand”; and a cast that was firing on all cylinders. The series’ legacy is as strong as the Shelby family in their prime, and when the credits roll on the dark final season — one made considerably more challenging by COVID-19 and the real-life death and mourning of McCrory — you’re reminded again that no one else could have been Tommy Shelby; that Cillian Murphy, as promised in his post-audition text, is one hell of an actor.'
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THE FUTURE IN YOUR HANDS (PART ONE)
Pairing: Emmett x Reader
Warning: Smut
Notes: This plays in a dystopian future, three years after the invasion!
After years of living on an island, a community had finally been formed and it was this sense of community which gave everyone hope following the invasion.
It was time to rebuild and a council had been created to lead all of the known island communities, of which there had been six by now.
In addition to the council, there was a task force which operated on the main land, destroying the creatures one by one with the assistance of radio waves. But, with such task force came a heavy loss of lives and the future of society was left in the hands of those younger women who could still bear children safely in these communities.
Rebuilding meant creating life and a referendum was held during the third year following the invasion which determined that men and women were to be married and asked to procreate.
Procreation was essentially and about 80 percent of the residents of all six islands voted in favour of it, as did you.
But, unlike other women your age, you failed to find a suitable partner which meant that someone was to be chosen for you by the council.
Being a counsellor’s daughter, you knew that the man you were going to marry was probably one of important standing and this, indeed, was how you met your husband Emmett.
***
Emmett and you were married not out of love, but for a lack of choice and when you moved in with him on the north island, you soon realised that you didn’t see eye to eye with him.
He was in charge of the mainland task force and travelled a lot. He had seen a lot of lives being lost and you wondered why, in his position, he was appointed with a wife at all, especially a young one like you.
Emmett was twenty years older than you and, whilst you couldn’t say that he wasn’t attractive, he certainly wasn’t your type. He appeared too rough and unpolished for your liking.
He featured a grey beard and he certainly didn’t care much about his young bride, which also surprised you as most men his age would have been stoked to have such a young woman as their wife.
But he wasn’t and the truth was that he had voted against forced procreation in the referendum. He didn’t want to partake in implementing this law which, according to him, left women in vulnerable positions.
As such, he refused to comply with the law’s accords and the little intimacy you shared to date was limited to a small kiss on your wedding day.
You slept in separate bedrooms and Emmett refused to attend the meetings with the local priest to discuss your marriage. He didn’t believe in god and he most certainly didn’t believe in the requirement to make a child with you.
You, on the other hand, wanted a child. You wanted to fall pregnant and you believed in the necessity of procreation.
The fact that you didn’t love Emmett didn’t matter to you. You didn’t necessarily want to sleep with him but you wanted what you saw everyone else was having, namely someone to love and you knew that you would your child.
***
“You’ve been avoiding this for three months now Emmett” you eventually said a few days after he had returned from the mainland. This was the first time you really had spoken up about your desire for him to fulfill his duty to the community but he was as cold as usual towards you and sighed with annoyance.
“Yes, because it is madness Y/N…Procreation for what? To live here? On this island? Falling pregnant is your choice, no one else’s” Emmett told you but you shook your head. You knew you had to do what was requested of you.
‘Whether I choose to fall pregnant or not is irrelevant Emmett! You know we need to do this. It’s the law” you told him and, of course, he already knew that.
In fact, he had already been queried by the authorities as to whether you were pregnant yet and he was just trying to be polite in saying that pregnancy was your choice and not the council’s choice which, in itself, was admirable.
Whilst you didn’t see eye to eye with your husband on a lot of things and you most certainly weren’t in love with each other, he seemed to care about your wellbeing. You were twenty years younger than him and he didn’t want to hurt you and you appreciated that. Yet, he knew that he had to give into it eventually or otherwise you both could be punished for it and, whilst he was happy to endure such punishment, you were not and you shouldn’t be subjected to it because of his refusal to give you a child.
‘Common, let’s just get it over and done with. I am mid cycle and I won’t hold it against you. Despite, having a baby in the house wouldn’t be so bad for us, right? I mean, you are barely here. It makes no difference to you’ you told him as you sat back on your bed before you reached beneath your skirt and pulled off your panties.
‘Y/N, I am not going to have sex with a woman who doesn’t consent to it! In fact, I don’t even think that I can” he told you reluctantly and you reached for his cheek and caressed it gently, rubbing your thumb through his soft beard.
‘I am consenting Emmett. I voted for this proposal in the past when the government was formed between the islands, knowing that our species would, one day, become extinct if we don’t do anything about it’ you explained to him, but he still felt uncomfortable about it.
‘Well, I didn’t vote in favour of this as you know. Despite, a younger man would have been a much better fit for you. I just can’t do this Y/N’ Emmett told you again but he knew very well that there weren’t many young single men out there on the islands and, since you were the daughter of a councillor yourself, it made sense for you having been married to Emmett who was also a council member who, until now, had refused to play by the rules.
‘A young man? You mean like Johnny or Drew?” you chuckled and Emmett couldn’t help but laugh as you were using the worst possible examples.
“A smart young man” Emmett clarified, knowing that Johnny and Drew were neither responsible nor smart and it was after some more conversation and convincing from your side, that Emmett agreed.
“Are you sure that this is what you want Y/N? Because there is no turning back after that” Emmett asked and you nodded again nervously.
It wasn’t so much that you wanted it. It was a necessity and you knew that you were soon going to be questioned by council yourself about your progress in this regard. It’s been over three months since you married Emmett and every pregnancy test you were given on day 28 of your cycle had been negative which wasn’t really surprising considering the fact that you hadn’t had sex in years.
***
“Yes. I am sure Emmett! Just…do it…” you told Emmett again before you laid down on your back.
“Fuck” Emmett sighed as, finally, he stepped forward and reached down to fumble around with his pants for a moment. He didn’t hope to find himself in this situation after the referendum was passed but, here he was, about to have sex with a woman he had no desire or love for simply for the purpose of procreation.
As he was doing this, he sighed while looking at the ceiling. This was awkward but when you spread your legs slightly, Emmett couldn’t help but look down at you and a sense of arousal spread through him.
You nodded again as your eyes caught him starring at your semi exposed mound and, with that, Emmett pulled his pants and briefs down a few inches, just enough to allow his semi-erect cock to come into view.
His cock was only the second cock you had ever seen and a nervous tremble filled you. It was only just the day before the invasion that you lost your virginity to your then college boyfriend and you didn’t sleep with anyone else ever since. This was three years ago.
“You can still change your mind” Emmett reminded you while, seemingly, trying hard to get into the mood.
“No, let’s do this” you said nervously as your heartbeat quickened and your cheeks felt flushed.
“Okay. I am trying to make it quick, I promise” he sighed and, just as he did, your clumsy hands reached for the sides of your bed to try and steady yourself.
This would usually be the point when your lover would kiss you, caress you and comfort you. Just enough foreplay to get your juicy and ready to be impaled. But this wasn’t the case now. It was almost transactional, like a chore that neither of you wanted to do but which had to be performed regardless.
Even more so, it was a weird feeling to suddenly realise that you were doing this to fall pregnant and to repopulate this planet.
“I am ready” you told him while opening your legs a little more and it became obvious to you that Emmett tried to look away from your most intimate region.
Then again, it’s not that it mattered. He was going to be inside of you any moment now, filling you with his seed and, with this thought alone, your entire body felt like it was heating up. Each time you tried to think, your head simply felt mushy and empty.
Eventually, Emmett kneeled on the bed and leaned in closer to you, and both of his arms slid around your frame to embrace you closely. He held you tight. It felt comforting and reassuring and you became to wonder what this was going to feel like.
You heard Emmett sigh once more and, within mere seconds, you became aware of the way he begun to move his hips, inching them forward.
You then swallowed harshly when you felt something blunt pushing against your mound. You knew that it was time and, with every second that passed, your mind began to fully comprehend the situation. This wasn't a dream or some sexy fantasy, it was your reality. You were about to have unprotected sex with a man who was much older than you and who didn’t love you. It would be something you wouldn't be able to undo and it would permanently alter your relationship.
“It’s okay” you reassured Emmett again nonetheless as he still appeared to be reluctant and, it was at this point, that the crown of his cock dropped another inch before getting stuck just between your pussy lips.
You could feel it there, the heat of his erection, and even the pulsing of his heartbeat. Despite all of this, his cock was pulsing with an eager need and you wondered whether it was simply because he hadn’t been with anyone for years or whether he was just a little bit attracted to you.
In the end, it didn’t matter and you opened your legs just enough for Emmett to claim his space between them. His hands moved down beneath your body, lifting your buttocks off the bed a little to give him better access.
His actions lured a startled gasp out of you and with your thighs parted and your crotch hoisted off the bed, Emmett instantly took advantage of this perfect angle and access, and thrust forward.
“Shit” you moaned as, unexpectedly, your toes curled inwards and your body tensed up while you wheezed for air.
“Too deep?” Emmett asked and you nodded nervously.
“It’s been a while and you aren’t exactly small down there” you stammered as your pussy rapidly clenched down on his shaft.
“I am sorry. Do you want to stop?” Emmett asked through gritted teeth after pulling back a little.
“No, keep going” you told him as your anxious breathing was quick and uncontrolled. You had to mentally reassure yourself that you didn't just break in two! The intense sensation of being stretched wide open filled your entire pussy, every inch of space within you. His cock was completely and utterly dominating your little pussy. It was almost as if nature itself had designed your vagina precisely to be just a tad too small to properly accommodate him.
“I will try to be quick” he reassured and you quickly nodded before trying to relax your body and give yourself to him completely.
When you relaxed and the initial pain subsided and you actually reclaimed proper sensations, you also felt just how weirdly warm Emmett’s erection was. But that wasn't all you could feel. Every vein and outline, you could feel it. It felt good and, with that, you encouraged him to move again.
Emmett began with slow and gentle thrusts and the velvety soft lips of your pussy were clinging snugly to his shaft each time he pulled back, creating a perfectly airtight seal.
You felt yourself getting wetter with each second and every one of his strokes lured an excited squish out of your pussy.
By now, you were dripping a wild mixture of his pre-cum and some of your own juices.
It was obvious to you that he was holding back his groans, not wanting to show you his pleasure. He just wanted to get this over and done with quickly and he had promised you to make it quick, seeing that, really, you didn’t want to sleep with him.
With that in mind, Emmett eventually increased his speed and held his tempo there. He kept fucking into you at an overly eager pace until he simply groaned and pushed his cock all the way against your cervix.
You cried out upon feeling his entire length back inside you. The bloated tip was just barely grazing your tender cervix, smooching against the smooth surface.
While he continued holding still, you were breathing heavily. Your entire body was ready for more. Your senses felt heightened and the presence of Emmett’s cock inside you felt so good and stimulating in all the right ways.
Sweat was making your shirt cling to your skin while your thighs felt sticky and slick. Most of your attention was still focused on your crotch, the entirety of your vagina felt swollen and sore.
But, Emmett had stopped moving and all you could feel was a sensation of warmth inside of you. It felt strange and new but you knew that he had done it. He came inside you. You were carrying Emmett’s seed inside your loins and, as a bit more time passed, you could feel the heat of his cum inside your tight channel.
“Fuck” Emmett sighed, almost like he was relieved while you were treated to the warm after-sex smell of sperm mixing with the aroma of your pussy. It was strange and, for some weird reason, you felt aroused by it.
Eventually, Emmett pulled back and you squeezed out of his embrace and felt his member plopping out of your sore pussy. You gasped as you suddenly felt the emptiness inside you, as well as the wetness he left behind.
“I will get back to work then” he told you, not knowing what else to say as he pulled up his pants and left you to it but you were, by no means, ready to get up just yet.
Your pussy was completely saturated in his cum. Glancing down, you could see your womanhood gaping and drooling a string of cloudy fluids onto the sheets.
A sigh of frustration left you. There was no time for regrets. You did what needed to be done and, yet, somehow, you felt unsatisfied.
He had promised you to make it quick, knowing that neither of you wanted this, but this also meant that you didn’t cum and you wanted to cum so desperately after feeling him inside of you.
Was this attraction? You couldn’t suddenly be attracted to him, or could you?
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